Iron Power And Sorcerer

Chapter 356

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 356

2021-10-28

Chapter 356 Hunting (Final)

Pierre is in a corner, unable to see the whole hunting ground, The Winters standing on the green hill are unobstructed.

The sandstorm tends to subside, but the melee outside the hunting ground not only does not stop, but becomes more and more crazy.

Many of the small tribes who had been called to the hunt had already left and fled back to the hunting grounds shortly after, as if something in the smoke was driving them away.

Stag dispatched palace guards to stop the riot, while Winters quickly inspected and assessed Qingqiu's defenses.

All the arrangements of the Chihe Department in Qingqiu are for the purpose of showing their power. In order to allow visitors from all directions to look at the majestic golden tent of the white lion, the foundation in the center of Qingqiu was raised artificially, and any buildings and fortifications that might obstruct the sight were deliberately not set up.

Looking at Qingqiu, apart from its own height, there is nothing to say about the location.

All conclusions lead to Winters' initial speculation: from the very beginning, Qingqiu is the sweetest bait in the trap.

The children of the Chihe tribe who stayed behind on the hunting ground pulled their bows and carried their spears and rode their horses down Qingqiu; among the hunters of the wolf rush, some people began to stir.

The arrow is already on the string, and the bow arm is rattling, just waiting for the furious Heavenly God to beat the war drum.

“I’ll take you away,” Winters said to Erlen. Time was running out, and Winters was resolute in his attitude.

Erlun was surprised at first, but soon her eyes dimmed again.

"The white lions are not in Qingqiu, which means that the victory or defeat is not in the hunting ground, but outside the hunting ground." Winters explained succinctly: "Since the beacon has been raised, then Qingqiu will leave one. A palace tent and a big scorpion are enough, you don't need to continue to act as this bait."

"You know what? I want to hear you say this, even in my dreams." With tears in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "But not now."

Winters doesn't care about the Chihe Department, let alone the White Lion, but he cares about Eerlun. He took Eerlun's arm and could not help but take Eerlun to the stable.

"I'm sorry...the little lion is still in Qingqiu..." Eerlun shed tears and stood stubbornly in place: "...I can't go with you..."

"bang!"

Three consecutive cannons sounded suddenly - it was Qingqiu's gunner who was warning .

Winters looked where the gunpowder was pointing, only to see two troopers colliding head-on.

The one wearing iron armor and the feathers swaying on its head is obviously a cavalry from the Chihe Division; the other is an ordinary hunter, whose identity is unknown.

At the edge of the hunting ring, the cavalry of the Chihe Division stayed within the felt wall, and the red plume feathers [Black Sheep] headed by him shot three arrows in a row, and scolded: "[Hede] if you still respect the white Lion, the children of all the tribes stand back immediately! Dismount! Step into the felt wall! execute without any mercy!"

However, the oncoming Heard rider had been terrified, crying for help, and jumping in a panic over the felt wall.

Red Feather [Black Sheep] of the Chihe Department was heartbroken, and roared and ordered: "[Hede] hunters, execute without any mercy!"

After saying that , Red Feather pulled a bow like a full moon, and a loud arrow nailed a Heard hunter who was climbing over a felt wall.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air was like a slaughter command, and Armored Soldier of the Chihe Department no longer had any scruples, and without hesitation, he swung his machete and fired sharp arrows.

The fugitives who crossed the felt wall fell one after another, saw that the situation was far from good. The people on the outside got away with it.

However, the Heard hunter who escaped from the felt wall only lived a little longer.

Soon, another cavalry burst out from the smoke, shouting "Chihe Ministry of Rebellion" to slaughter all the Heders who escaped from the felt wall.

"[Hede] Chihebu riots?" The real Red Feather [Black Sheep] of the Chihebe was furious: "[Hede] rotten meat! It stinks more than what's pulled out of a wild boar's intestines. The rotten meat! They are the hungry wolves who make trouble!"

The black sheep held the spear and took the lead to take the enemy leader: "[Head] Heavenly God is above! Kill!"

A group of armored cavalry from the Chihe Division shouted in unison, and jumped out of the felt wall following the leader of the hundred cavalry.

Saber versus saber, bow versus bow, the two cavalry units engaged in bloody hand-to-hand combat.

As soon as the troops of the Chihe Department met the enemy, they suffered a loss. Their machete lance stabbed and slashed the enemy's torso, only a muffled sound could be heard, but no blood was seen. Guduo and Warhammer in the hands of the enemy were specifically moved towards the neck and head of Armored Soldier of the Chihe Department.

The black sheep immediately sensed something was wrong and roared hoarsely: "[Herde] The wolf cub wears dark armor! The wolf cub wears dark armor!"

No need for red feathers Reminder, the Chihe Department armored cavalry, who suffered a loss and was still alive, had long since abandoned their spears, pulled out the bones, and continued to fight with the enemy.

Winters, who witnessed the encounter, didn't speak, but his clenched eyebrows and tensed cheeks already gave silent assessments.

Also witnessing this encounter was Qingling Yu [Stag]. Above the Qingqiu, flags were waved, horns were blared, and Stag was madly mobilizing more troops.

Winters stopped watching the battle, he took Erlun and strode toward the little lion's sleeping tent.

The Black Sheep's approach was like a commanding spear. Just as Winters turned around, more than a dozen cavalry teams jumped out of the felt wall and rushed into the hunting ground.

Each team of cavalry was madly shouting "White Lion and Arrow", "Chihe Division to suppress the chaos", and even disturbed the minds of the Eagle Forest Division.

The Eagle Forest is the mother clan of the White Lion, and has always been considered the closest ally of the Chihe. The Eagle Forest Department participated in the hunting as a vassal tribe, and as the rearguard of the Chihe Department, hid among the tribes outside the hunting circle. Even the members of the Eagle Forest Department were dumbfounded.

Which is true? is that fake?
"[Hede] idiot!" The leader of the Eagle Forest Department and the uncle of the white lion [Tie Feng] scolded anxiously: "[Hede] what is true or false?! Anyone who dares to go to Qingqiu will be killed!"

The cavalry of the Eagle Forest Department then shouted and rushed into the hunting circle, slamming into the rushing stream of many "Chihe Department's horses".

Above the green hill, the stag's forehead saw sweat. He was beginning to regret making rhetoric in front of the Palatine champions.

The stag expected that the eastern sea and the Suzi army would send troops to sneak into the hunting ground, but he never thought that the eastern sea and the Suzi army would make such a big cost.

A single commanding height also means facing attacks from all directions. With Qingqiu as the center, the circular hunting group with a radius of five kilometers is now a meat grinder not just in name only, but also in reality.

The cavalry loyal to the white lion is fighting with their lives to intercept the enemy in all directions, and the enemy from all directions is also killing Qingqiu regardless.

Looking around, there are battlefields and enemies everywhere.

Close your eyes and listen, there are shouts and screams everywhere.

In a moment's absence, the stag had the illusion of being surrounded by a magnificent army with thousands of men and horses.

Only relying on the little ambushes sent in by the eastern sea and Suzi's troops will definitely not be able to achieve this level of power. There must be some tribes who participated in the hunting that were instigated by Haidong and Suzi, and there must be... and there are still a lot of them.

The Twelve Respect Cannons that were specially placed in Qingqiu even lost their meaning. Before a round of reloading was completed, the enemy cavalry would have already killed in front of the gunner.

At this moment, the soldiers and horses of the Chihe Department are like an overwhelmed dam. Although they sacrificed their lives and tried their best, they could not prevent the flood from overflowing the top of the dam.

The stag was left with only eighty guards and quivers who were responsible for guarding the golden tent of the White Lion.

The horn of the stag plucked off the gold-encrusted horn and summoned the warriors to join the final bloody battle in Qingqiu.

At the same time, the little lion's sleeping tent.

The white-haired doctor with a rosary in hand respectfully answered Edun's question.

Winters said sharply: "What did he say?"

"The little lion's injury has just stabilized, and if it is bumped again, he will die." Erlun hesitated before speaking. Finally hook the head.

"What else did you say?" Winters saw at a glance that Erlun was hiding something.

"The ancient doctor who lost children asked us to leave. He said he could protect the little lion comprehensively." Erlun made up his mind and looked towards Winters pleadingly: "Shiergu is a famous doctor in the grasslands, he If you can protect the little lion, you can also protect me. You can go and leave us alone."

Winters didn't believe that a dying doctor could protect the younger brother and younger sister of the white lion. Safe, he also understands that Erlun seems to be weak, but the stubbornness in the bones is not inferior to Anna at all.

He impossible persuaded Erlun to abandon the little lion and run away, just as the little lion impossible persuaded Erlun to abandon him and run away.

The earth was shaking, and the screams of killing poured into my ears, and the thick leather of the sleeping tent could not isolate it.

"There is another way." Winters moved his finger bone and wrist joint slowly.

Eerlun and the ancient healer who lost their children looked towards Winters in confusion.

"The people outside want nothing more than two things, one is the azure scorpion from the Chihe Department. The other is..." Winters looked towards the broken, full-blown lion hanging high beside the little lion. It was the scarlet armor of blood and mud, and he spit out a word:

"White Lion."

Eerlun covered his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes, shaking his head and backing away.

Winters cut off the tie around his body, tore off his original armor, and pointed to the white lion's armor standing silently in the center of the sleeping tent like a ghost:
"Armor for me!"

Eerlun did not move, the old doctor Shiergu stood up and said a few words to the other people in the sleeping tent.

The slave girls who served in the little lion's tent moved quickly.

Breastplate, skirt armor, shoulder armor, arm armor... The crimson armor hanging on the wooden frame was dismembered and fixed to Winters.

Eerlun picked up the last pocket and shivered to wear and fasten it for Winters.

"The white lion has a purpose, the little lion has a purpose, the Red River has a purpose, and the enemies of the Red River have a purpose." Winters stared at his forehead like he woke up in the felt tent for the first time. Lun: "I don't have any purpose...I do all this just for you."

After saying goodbye, Winters put down his undercoat and strode out of the little lion's sleeping tent.

The guards and quivers guarding the golden tent of the white lion saw the white lion fight again, and their fear and shock could not be added.

Shiergu chased out of the sleeping tent holding a horn cup. The old doctor bowed his head deeply, raised his horn, and said in imperial language, "Batu, please drink this wine!"

Winters laughed heartily as if he had realized it, but didn't say much. He simply lifted his visor, took the horn cup, and drank it.

Taking this opportunity, the guards and quivers guarding the golden tent realized that it was not a lion but a wolf under the red armor.

Winters threw away the horn cup: "Warhorse!"

Sirgu recited for Winters, and the quivers immediately ran to the stable.

More and more Armored Soldiers from Chihe Department gathered around Winters, and Armored Soldiers from Chihe Department walked towards Winters like a pilgrimage, keeping their distance in awe.

The Armored Soldiers suddenly made way, and the stag, leading a mighty white horse through the crowd, bowed his head and handed the reins to Winters.

"This... is the horse of the white lion." Shi'ergu translated for Su Wei.

"What's it called?"

Stag answered a name proudly and loudly.

Shiergu thought for a while: "Changfeng!"

"Changfeng?" Winters was very happy: "Nice name! Just right for today."

Having said that, he buckled his lower armor and stepped on the horse.

The Armored Soldier of the Chihe Division rode on horses as if inspired.

"No need! You leave to protect Ellen and the little lion."

"[Herde] Batu!" A silver-armored quiverer drove forward: "[Herde] is willing to be the forerunner!"

tone barely fell , and another eleven silver-armored quiverers stepped out, the twelve "guards" Hart had previously selected for Winters.

"Okay!" Winters backhandedly pulled out the Tianqing Daquan standing in front of the golden tent.>

The headman [Geha] of stone cliff drove the horse frantically, his steed's rib was bloody, and his chest was covered in foam.

The armored cavalry of the Chihe Division was left far behind by [Geha], and the machete of the Stone Cliff Division was only three arrows away from Qingqiu...

Two arrows... …

With a single arrow.

The tent of the white lion gold and jade in glorious splendor is so close at hand that Geha can catch it as if he could extend the hand.

"[Hedde] kill!" Gerhard couldn't think of any words to inspire his followers, and he shouted out the only desire in his heart: "[Hedde] kill!"

No one heard Gerha's roar, as it was firmly suppressed by the roar of the twelve heavy artillery.

Next moment, the wild beast-like roar resounded through the hunting ground, and the bloody battle even stagnated.

Under the gaze of half the hunting ground, a red armored Knight jumped up from the green hill.

Just a glimpse of the blood red, the members of the Chihe Ministry instantly fell into an unprecedented frenzy: "Yasin!"

"Yasin!"

The half hunting ground on the other side couldn't witness the miracle through the eyes, but as soon as the cheers rang out, the same frenzy spread immediately - the white lion is back!

Geha stared blankly at the extremely majestic white horse leaping high and landing heavily. Every time the four hooves of the white horse touched the ground, it seemed to be knocking on Geha's heart.

Geha couldn't believe his eyes: the red armor warrior, riding a white horse, held in his hand the azure scorpion of the Chihe tribe.

The dwarf might be pointed, but Gehar has never seen such a heavy guard of honor used as a weapon.

There can be no mistake, it can only be a white lion.

"[Herde] Are you not already dead?!" Geha roared angrily, thrusting his spear at the red armor warrior: "[Herde] Are you not already dead?!"

next moment, Gehar is dead.

When the angle of view was rotating in mid-air, Gerha had a strange idea - it turns out that the big scorpion can really be used as a weapon.

Winters, barely noticing Gerhar's death, drove the steed without reservation, crashing into the line at the stone cliff.

Twelve Shining Armor Quiver Follow closely from behind, and the stone cliff was instantly shattered.

Like a basin of ice water poured into a pot of boiling oil, the Qingqiu hunting ground boiled.

Everyone—the people of the Chihe tribe, the enemies of the Chihe tribe—rushed towards the "white lion" like crazy, the latter was crazy to kill him, and the former was crazy to protect him.

Winters doesn't need to hunt for enemies at all, he just has to rampage and the enemies will come to him on their own.

The mead he drank before going into battle suppressed his consciousness, pain, and fatigue. Winters at the moment was like a demon crawling out of hell, a Demi-God in ancient stories and legends, and a singer of the North. The Berserker, passed down from generation to generation, splattered with death and fought tirelessly.

Decomposition Spell, Decomposition Spell, Flying Arrows, Flying Arrows, Picking One, Picking Another... Infinite fighting intent, infinite anger, infinite power.

Winters lied.

He didn't enter the battlefield just for Erlun.

At least, at this moment, all the repression, unwillingness and pain are released in the killing, Winters can't remember how long he has not experienced such a happy and hearty battle.

He doesn't need to think about responsibilities, missions, family, friends, future, now... He doesn't even need to think, just fight, fight, fight.

The death of the enemies facing Winters is getting more and more tragic, from the initial destruction of brain tissue by Decomposition Spell, to the skull being ripped apart inside the helmet, to the limbs being ripped from the torso by violent magic. Force forcibly torn off.

The out-of-control magic even set the sky on fire, and with fire and blood, Winters swooped in.

Gradually, everyone was fleeing from him like a madman - the members of the Chihe Department and the enemies of the Chihe Department.

Witnessing the red armor warrior is literally "raising the foul wind and bloody rain", the old Sergey unconsciously became dry, and he looked towards the other members of the Iron Peak Mission with lingering fears. Person: "The barbarian chief... isn't the barbarian chief dead? At least it should be seriously injured? What...how..."

Anna stared at the red-armored and white-horse silhouette, covered her heart, and said softly : "That's not a white lion."

"Who is that?" asked old Sergey, startled and frightened.

Lieutenant Colonel Moritz sighed.

Old Sergey shouted, "That's...that's the tribune of Montagne?"

Lieutenant Colonel Moritz sighed again.

Pierre clenched the teeth, mounted his horse and drew his sword: "The Hundred-Men Commander is bleeding, how can we watch! I will fight alongside the Hundred-Men Commander! Who and I'll come together?!"

Old Sergey jumped on the horse without saying a word, and said frantically with a smile: "I have two hobbys in my life, one is hunting wild animals, the other is killing Barbarians, we can finally get them together today!"

Laughed heartily, everyone in Tiefeng County mounted their horses and rushed to the battlefield under the leadership of Pierre.

Lieutenant Colonel Moritz found a clean place, sat on the ground, took out a jug from his arms, and took a small sip.

......

In the distance, a cavalry with neat banners and distinctive armour appeared on the horizon.

Although the cavalry was tired, and the blood on the armor and weapons had not been cleaned, they were in high spirits and were singing the victory song of the Heards in unison.

A Qing Lingyu galloped from the front of the line and stopped beside another Qing Lingyu in the middle of the line.

Qing Lingyu, who came to report the letter, bowed and saluted, holding a scroll-shaped instrument in both hands, and said half in doubt, half in shock: "[Hede] White lion, Qingqiu seems to... ..."

Another Qing Lingyu took off his helmet, and it turned out to be a white lion that was supposed to sit on Qingqiu.

The white lion took the scroll-shaped instrument from the archer, pulled it away, and put it to his eyes, and the still life in the distance was drawn closer.

A moment later, the white lion put away the telescope and looked at the head regretfully.

“[Hedde] keep going.” He said: “[Hedde] keep singing.”

[The real Asura scene, referring to Erlen and Anna opposite play]
[False Asura field, referring to Winters killing Qingqiu into an Asura field]
[The hunt is over! Sprinkle flowers! ]
[Actually, when I first wrote the outline, I was preparing a big chapter to finish the story, which is divided into four sections: [departure]-[chasing beasts]-[change]-[end], and finally echo the beginning [back] The oath took part in the gladiatorial fight]. As a result, I wrote eleven chapters in the hunt, and several characters from the empire still failed to appear...]

[As for the purpose of the story of the hunt, it is to talk about the future of the Hurd tribes. towards. Winters kills the fire-boiler, pulling one hair and moving the whole body. It not only stabbed the white lion, but also gave the white lion a chance to grow rapidly. Winters had to speed up, and White Lion also had to speed up]
[After writing this "unit", I feel like I put out a long breath. To quote a famous saying, "It's not good, but it's done, so it's good."]
[The monsoon roll of misery is also coming to an end! Sprinkle flowers! ]
[The next story will be easier(???)]
[There must be magic! (Don't hit me)]
[Maps will also be available (drawing)]
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