CHAPTER 62: 62. ENCIRCLED

Their cooperation is quite good, much better than the brain-eating cannibals.

Lann was estimating the difficulty of his opponents in his mind.

Just now, only four people attacked, and they completely forced the Demon Hunter to take a heavy blow!

And there were over twenty people who came to the detention area to move goods!

This doesn’t even count the people from the northern half of the camp who hadn’t found the intruders yet and were about to respond to the shouts of their companions.

If it weren’t for this accident, they would have had their throats cut by Lann in their sleep!

Damn it!

As for the criminals, they aren’t shy about using hostages to coerce.

But it seems that children indeed have value, plus their confidence in their own numbers and combat strength.

The group that came to move goods didn’t harm Little White at all, merely driving him aside, planning to deal with Lann first and then sell him off.

"Even mutants rescue people? That’s strange!"

The big hammer man laughed as he walked over, but his two-handed warhammer did not stop due to his words.

He swung it right down onto Lann’s back as he lay on the ground!

"How much did you get paid, huh? Tell me!"

"Thud!"

That hammer head alone weighed more than five pounds! Combined with the leverage of the long handle and the accumulated kinetic energy from swinging.

Even as Lann rolled away, the hammer’s impact on the sand was a dull boom!

In the midst of his roll to escape, the steel sword in the Demon Hunter’s hand sprang up like a venomous snake.

Its target was the big hammer man’s open belly.

Even though the force wasn’t ideal during a roll, Lann had the confidence to introduce this bastard to his own intestines.

However, the big hammer man had no qualms about leaving himself open, as he had quite a few companions on his side.

With a clang, a longsword emerged from the big hammer man’s side, precisely blocking Lann’s sword path.

"Get lost!"

There was also a shield bearer who roared as he charged forward, intending to pin Lann to the ground with his shield.

The coordination between these three was still not up to the level of professional soldiers, but as mentioned, they had the numbers. Thus, Lann’s momentum was completely suppressed.

But fortunately, unlike the ambush with Bordeaux last time,

This time the three attacking covered the crossbowmen’s line of sight... or perhaps they had no such concept at all.

Therefore, Lann could freely use his left hand, capable of casting runes.

A glow of magical orange light flickered in front of his palm.

"Igni!"

Lann switched the supply mode of his magic power, and the rune’s effect changed from concentrated heating to a vast, tangible wave of fire.

A fan-shaped wave of flames swept toward the three individuals.

The three who had never seen a Demon Hunter’s rune suddenly widened their eyes, fear of fire evident in their pupils.

The shield-wielding man’s first reaction was to duck his head behind his shield, which was a wise decision.

The human body is not like a monster; purely human skin has no resistance to fire.

The big hammer man and the man with the sword screamed terrifyingly as the fire wave swept over them.

"Ah!!!"*2

After the fire wave passed, their exposed skin turned red like they had been slapped, nothing conspicuous.

But in reality, in less than five minutes, this large patch of red skin would swell with fluid, forming horrifying blisters.

Under the current sanitary conditions, infection was inevitable, tantamount to a death sentence.

If they had worn more clothes instead of open beasts’ skin jackets, this Igni rune wouldn’t have been so effective.

After all, magic flames come and go quickly.

The shield-man, simply due to his instinct to duck back, showed no apparent effect.

The hammer and the longsword were dropped on the sand in their agony.

These two could be considered out of the fight.

However, as Lann stepped forward, intending to lightly slice their throats with his sword tip.

Three shield bearers rammed their still screaming companions aside and charged at Lann!

The combined force of the three was something the Demon Hunter couldn’t hold; he was knocked backward immediately.

And mid-air, two crossbow arrows had already been fired!

Lann’s cat-like eyes narrowed into slits in an instant, his empty left hand pressed against the ground, the buckles at the armor joints suddenly tightened.

He used only the strength of one hand to propel his body weighing over 150 kilograms!

Completing a backflip in full heavy armor!

One crossbow arrow missed completely, while the other hit him on the side ribs mid-flip.

This was a position deliberately adjusted by Lann; there was a plate armor overlay there, beneath which was chainmail.

Seemingly soft ribs, yet ironically strong.

The crossbow arrow easily pierced the cotton armor and struck with a "ding" on the plate armor, then got entangled in the cotton that exploded out, hanging crooked on Lann.

Once Lann landed, his side ribs involuntarily bent inward a bit, and his mouth twitched slightly in pain.

Even intercepted by armor, the crossbow’s impact still reached his viscera.

But the shield-sword men who charged at him halted involuntarily, staring wide-eyed.

To stop a crossbow, it must be heavy armor.

And this guy... finished a one-handed backflip in full armor?!

"That’s heavy armor! Get more bows and crossbows!"

The warriors exchanged glances and nodded to each other, shouting to the back.

The warriors capable of coordination were no fools, and they didn’t want close combat with a tin can capable of one-handed flips.

With bows and crossbows, they could kill from afar, so why risk it?

Holding a shield and swinging a sword to limit movement was adequate.

The frontline fighters’ words caused a commotion in their ranks behind.

The crossbowmen stood further back, and the dim lighting didn’t allow a clear view of the arrow’s impact.

But everyone saw Lann’s emergency backflip.

The word heavy armor stunned everyone immediately.

Then, laughter erupted from those eagerly hunting.

The body of a grizzly is terrifying to humans too.

But against a hunting party, the grizzly’s struggles and fury were merely the "fun" of the hunt.

To the point where a few people jostling for the right to hunt Lann, this "bear," were eagerly dividing who gets to shoot how many arrows.

"Huff- Huff-"

The Demon Hunter crouched low, retreating slowly, panting.

Sweat trickled from his forehead down to the corner of his eye.

Due to the number of opponents and their tactics, relentless assault and suppression... even the body of a Demon Hunter was nearing its limit.

His cat eyes scanned ahead, searching for a chance at victory.

White was shoved back into his wooden cage, kicked in by a man.

Inside the cage, the boy tearfully waved at Lann.

He wasn’t beckoning for the Demon Hunter to save him... he wanted the Demon Hunter to flee.

"Fool?"

I am the only one who can save him right now, yet he wants me to run?

How can there be someone like this in the world?

Haha, it’s because fools are always like this, so I won’t listen to a fool.

"Thud-"

Retreating, his foot hit a wooden cage.

Lann leaned his back against the wooden cage to avoid exposure to the enemies.

"Female Warlock."

Panting, Lann asked the person inside the wooden cage behind him.

"Want to try struggling?"