Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 363

2021-11-13

Chapter 363 Another Hunt (Lower Middle)

[Harlan Count's Tent]
"You're crazy!" Prince Richard yelled, flustered and exasperated: "Promise you, Your Majesty also..."

The prince clenched his fists tightly and did not say the word after all.

"Crazy too?" Siegfried was calm, but madness shot out of his eyes.

Prince Richard, shaking his shoulders with anger, stared at Siegfried for a while, then threw his hands away angrily.

Only the blond youth and the chestnut-haired youth were left in the tent.

"When fighting beasts on foot, dexterity comes first, and you can't wear anything that hinders your movement." Fanan skillfully removed Siegfrid's protective gear: "Take off the wrist armor too, one point less. The weight is one more point."

Siegfried silently nodded.

Fanan one-knee kneels to the ground and untied Siegfried's gauntlets: "His Royal Highness regards you as one of his, that's why he said those words just now."

"I'm from Your Majesty," Siegfried replied bluntly.

Fannan sighed: "Aloofness and aggressiveness are your Achilles' heels. You know it best, but you just can't change it -- or don't want to change it."

Siegfried De lightly snorted, did not answer.

"A person's ability is always limited, don't push everyone to the opposite." Farnan re-tied Siegfried's boots: "And..."

"Okay, stop talking, there's no end to it?" This time it was Siegfried's turn to fly into a rage out of humiliation: "Whatever, isn't there still you?"

"That's enough?" Fanan shook his head: "My abilities are also limited."

"No." Siegfried took the lance and turned to avoid Faran's line of sight: "True friends, one is enough."

...

[Imperial Family Stand]
Prince Richard strode up to the auditorium three steps at a time.

The Duke of Lothair stood up and greeted the prince. The queen was also very happy to see the prince, but the emperor was expressionless.

As soon as he entered the stands, Prince Richard immediately met the pleading gaze of the younger sister. He nods slightly towards Elizabeth Princess, slows his pace, and walks steadily to the front of the throne.

"Your Majesty." Prince Richard saluted to the emperor: "It is too dangerous to fight beasts on foot. Harlan's count was just on the spur of the moment and did not consider it. He has regrets, and I hope Your Majesty will take back the order. Order!"

"Remorse." The emperor asked with great interest: "Really?" : "Your Majesty, letting Harlan count alone, on foot, and wrestling with beasts is tantamount to letting him commit suicide. If Harlan Count fails, his soul can only suffer in hell, and even when the final judgment comes, he cannot be redeemed. Please think again, Your Majesty."

Elizabeth Princess also begged with tears in her eyes: "Yeah, don't you admire Harlan count the most? Father? Why watch him commit suicide? Please! "

The emperor's eyes swept over his son and daughter, looking towards the old man in black velvet robe standing behind him: "What do you think?"

The emperor's private The priest, the [Ambrose] cultivator of the Order of Michael took a step forward and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty is the Supreme leader and protector of the Catholic Church. If Harlan Count really suffers misfortune, then whether it is a suicide should also be determined by Your Majesty verdict."

Although the subject of the inquiry was a personal priest, the emperor's gaze returned and rested on the prince, making the latter grin on his back.

The stands became silent, the Emperor singly nods

, and the Ambrose cultivator retreated backwards.

The emperor looked towards the hunting ground and casually said: "That doesn't count."

The winter in Castile peninsula is cold wind whistling, but Prince Richard's forehead is unconsciously tingling There were fine beads of sweat.

Prince Richard gritted his teeth, plucked up his courage, looked up at the emperor, and wanted to say something.

But it was too late, the melody symbolizing the entry of the gladiators had already played.

"Look," the emperor said softly, "the one who has remorse in your mouth—here comes."

......

[Hunting Ground]
Siegfried did not know what opponent the Castiles would give him, but he hoped that the opponent would be strong enough.

If the Castilians put in a deer or an antelope, it's just to humiliate him.

Siegfrid jogged around the oval with his hunting spear in hand—he could still hear something.

"Keep warm and keep moving." Before playing, Farnan repeatedly urged: "The Castilians are publicly humiliated by you, and may play tricks. For example, let you wait on the hunting ground, wait until Frozen and numb."

"I didn't publicly humiliate the Castilians."

"Keep warm." Farnan took out the fine fleece burqa: "Keep Activities."

The proud Castilians did not use any subterfuge, and the count who hosted the ceremony even politely raised the flag to ask - can we start?
Siegfried nodded, take off the burqa.

Many spectators couldn't help but let out a low cry, because the blond Knight in the field was not wearing any armor, only wearing a single shirt, a pair of breeches and a pair of low-top soft shoes.

The bunting flags were waved, and the melody symbolizing the entrance of the wild beast sounded.

The gate slowly rose, and the dull sound of hoofs came out of the animal pen. In the blink of an eye, a burly bison rushed into the hunting ground.

No crafty plots and machinations, perhaps not because the Castilians are noble, but because the opponent they picked for Siegfried didn't need any extra help at all:
A tough adult male bison , every inch of muscle contains explosive power, the size is only a little smaller than the one that little Hernan just killed, and the wildness and danger are no less.

Aren't you trying to snatch the glory of "Tail of the Gun"?
Well, we'll give you a beast worthy of a gun tail.

Without Siegfried's teasing, the bull, who was stabbed in the back with a flower dart, took the initiative to attack the people in the field.

The furious buffalo growled, striding to the limit, ploughing at Siegfrid frantically.

Siegfried, without hesitation, charged the buffalo with his spear as well.

The two sides are about to collide head-on, and many women have subconsciously shunned their eyes because they couldn't bear to see a blond handsome man being disemboweled.

At the crucial moment, Siegfried took a half-step diagonally forward, narrowly avoiding the horns, and fiercely stabbed the bull in the neck.

As soon as the tip of the spear touched the neck of the bull, the bull had already turned his head, bowed his head, raised his head, and faced the human again.

Siegfried's sturdy, well-proportioned muscles burst out with incomparable strength, like a big human cat, leaping continuously to the side and rear of the bull, lance ready to pierce the bull's carotid artery.

The explosive power of the bull is even more astonishing. It pedals, twists, and flicks its tail violently. Every time its hooves hit the ground, there will be a huge muffled sound, raising half-human-high sand.

A man and a beast fight within a radius of less than two meters, trying to kill each other.

Absolute silence outside the hunting ground, only the loud noise of "dong" and "dong" can be heard.

Everyone held their breath, and Elizabeth's heart clenched tightly, not even realizing that she had pinched the father's arm until it turned blue and purple.

The intense and short fight ended with Siegfried leaving two shallow wounds on the side of the bull's neck.

After another failed twist, the Bulls stopped and Siegfried took the opportunity to distance himself.

The gasping man and the beast spraying white mist looked at each other in the winter wind, temporarily entering a confrontation state.

It was at this moment that deafening cheers and applause broke out from the stands, and even the Castilian nobles were shouting loudly.

The young Harlan Count looked at the bull with inexplicable pity and respect in his heart, but his desire to kill the other party did not weaken in the slightest.

This gladiatorial fight is destined for only one person to survive, and victory or destruction in front of her is an acceptable outcome for Siegfried. Even if it makes her feel a little heartache, he can welcome death happily.

Outside the hunting ground, in a sea of joyful atmosphere, Fanan's expression became more and more solemn.

If Siegfried's background is considered poor, Fanan's background is not even poor, and can only be called humble under the imperial system.

Fanan became a soldier because he was admitted to a new school founded by the emperor. His father was an ordinary hunter. Father Although there is no title to pass to Fanan, he taught Fanan a lot of hunting knowledge.

To fight against large beasts, hunters need to follow a basic principle: consume wild beast energy and preserve their own energy.

Skilled hunters can kill wolves, leopards, and mountain lions with just one lance, because hunters can use lances to defend in place, consuming wild beast's physical energy and causing damage to wild beast.

But when faced with a huge monster weighing nearly 700kg, using a defensive counterattack strategy is tantamount to suicide. The bison will be smashed, smashed, and mashed with spears.

So Siegfried had to take the initiative to dodge, jumping and sprinting constantly.

After the fight, the bull bleeds and the humans are unscathed. It looks like Siegfried wins, but Siegfried loses.

As things stand, Siegfried's stamina will be exhausted before the bison.

The bison can add a hundred more wounds, but as long as Siegfried misses once, all that awaits him is death.

Fannan thought that the Castilian nobles released at most one wild boar, but it was a wild boar that rushed out of the animal pen - there is no doubt that the Castilian nobles were provoking the authority of the Battle Sovereign Emperor, killing him. Siegfried's death was a means, not an end.

A clear and transparent voice sounded from behind Fanan: "It's wonderful! The display of Harlan count is unimaginable. Your Majesty also killed beasts in a row 20 years ago, no wonder some people say Harlan count It's Your Majesty's illegitimate child..."

Farnan turned around and found that the source of the voice turned out to be little Hernan.

Little Hernan looked at Fanan with a smile, carrying two cow ears and a cow tail.

"The Harlan count is not the illegalimate child of Your Majesty." Farnan bent slightly: "Your Excellency Hernan."

Marshal Hernan did not have the eldest son until he was forty years old. Little Hernan, so little Hernan is actually in his early twenties, the age of curiosity.

He coughed dryly. Although he was ashamed, he couldn't help but want to ask: "Really? You tell me, I won't tell others."

"Then you can answer me a question first. "What?"

Fannan politely and politely asked: "Why don't you believe that count is just the son of a bankrupt Knight?"

Little Hernan scratched his hair and said with a smile, "Okay, I believe it. Because my father is also just the son of a bankrupt Knight."

Farnan nodded greeted, turned around and continued to observe The situation in the hunting grounds.

While speaking, a new round of fighting broke out in the middle of the hunting ground.

Siegfried still managed to dodge the horns with dexterity and explosiveness.

While the bulls seem to be doing nothing, in fact each attack is enough to inflict mortal wounds, and only one small mistake like the others.

"You can see that too?" Little Hernan casually hung the cow's ears and tail on the fence, looked at a man and a beast in the field, and said, "If this goes on, the one who will die will be the one who will die. Harlan count."

Fannan looked towards Little Hernan, waiting for the other party to continue speaking.

Little Hernan carefree patted Farnan's shoulder: "In the end, you still think too simple about fighting beasts. Do you really think we Castilians will be reckless? It's all skills! Understand Skills! Even horse fighting beasts need help from assistants, even more how on foot beasts? Do you really think anyone can do it?"

Little Hernan stretched out four fingers: "I'll change It took four horses to exhaust the stamina of the bison. Harlan count’s endurance is stronger than that of the four horses combined? After a while, his stamina will definitely bottom out.”

Xiao Ai Ernan said more and more sadly: "oh! This is the first time I have been the tail of a gun. What happened? After being mixed up by Harlan count like this, there is nothing. I don't know when the next time will be..."

"Your Excellency Hernan." Farnan asked politely: "What do you want to say?"

"What?" Little Hernan came back to his senses and slapped his forehead : "Oh, yes, I'm here to help you - to help you deal with this bull."

"Can you tell me why you're helping Harlan Count?"

"Why? Why else?" Little Hernan shrugged: "My father asked me to come."

[I can't finish writing this small branch of the empire today, and I will continue to write it tomorrow]
[This branch is for the next few supporting characters to appear collectively, it won't be very long, it should end tomorrow (not a flag, really not)]
[Actually, there is a purpose, the golden retriever and wild beast's The gladiator fight can actually be regarded as a copy of the duel between the oathbreaker and the wild beast, so when the golden retriever is written, there is no need to write the part of the oathbreaker...]
[By the way, the golden retriever's last appearance was actually in the fourth In the third chapter of volume "One bottle is water, the other bottle is sand", I forgot to give you a note. Golden Retriever is the imperial general who asked Carl Eleven's grandson to hold water and sand to the emperor.在这里补充一下，前面也会补上注释的]
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