Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 365

2021-11-11

Chapter 365 Another Hunt (End)
[Hunting Ground]
Silver Horse Knight is The east side of the hunting ground is skillfully teasing the prey, and the sharp-eyed people have already noticed the strangeness on the other side of the hunting field:

"Look! That golden retriever is still alive!"

"Huh?"

"Heh, this is not dead? Count him as good luck."

"No! Why is he still walking to the middle of the hunting ground?"

The noble men and women watching the ceremony thought ha Even if Lan Count didn't die, at least he was seriously injured.

So they were shocked beyond words when they saw the blond fighter stagger to his feet and walk alone to the bison again.

Seeing Siegfried returning to the stage, a faintly discernable smile appeared on the corner of little Hernan's mouth.

He waved the gun flag lightly, and immediately eight more gladiators entered the paddock. Four of them on horseback and four on foot, each holding a long spear or cape.

The eight assistants of Little Hernan scattered all around Siegfried, keeping a distance of more than ten meters from the latter.

Seeing that everything was ready, little Hernan on horseback took off his hat with huge feathers, and waved his hat gracefully to the audience.

Then little Hernan led the bull to where Siegfried was.

But he didn't let the bulls go straight to Siegfried.

When the bull was less than 20 meters away from Siegfried, two assistants of Little Hernan took the initiative to "take over" the bull.

Among them, the horse's assistant was tall and kept hitting the stirrup with the tip of the spear. The short walking assistant let out a loud, short roar.

The actions of the two assistants successfully distracted the Bulls.

Bewildered by the sudden noise and the enemy, the Bulls stopped chasing Hernan Jr., and didn't pounce on Siegfried.

After a brief hesitation, the bull moved towards the walking assistant and attacked.

The short assistant who was attacked was not surprised but delighted. There was no trace of fear on his face.

But how can two legs outrun four? It didn't take a few steps for the bull to catch up with the short assistant.

Just when the horns were about to pierce the short assistant's face, the short assistant's raised cloak conjured the bull into thinking that he was about to hit some huge monster.

Then the bull raises upwards with a sharp swing of its horns.

The short assistant grabbed the weak spot where the bull slowed down as he raised upwards, waved his cloak to guide the bull to his side, and narrowly avoided the horns.

At the same time, he strode to the side of the bull, retracted his cloak, and quickly retreated into the distance.

The bull lost his target at once, standing still, panting.

With this set of smooth movements, the short assistant won the applause of the audience. He also took off his hat and waved his hat to thank the applauding noble men and women.

In this way, the bull stopped about ten meters away from Siegfried, and little Hernan's assistants quietly retreated to make room.

Most of the nobles who watched the performance did not understand the undercurrents surging underwater, and thought that little Hernan was a pre-arranged rescuer.

But when they saw that the "resurrected" Harlan count would continue to fight, many people applauded sincerely.

Standing in the middle of the hunting ground, Siegfried understood - this was "Little Hernan's Help".

Until now, for the first time, he had the luxury of scrutinizing his opponent.

The bull's tongue drooped and white saliva flowed from his mouth. This wild creature was exhausted at the moment, and the shiny black fur under its neck changed color because it was soaked with blood.

It was badly wounded, and the wounds Siegfried left on it were still oozing blood, especially the last stab.

But his expression was calm—as if he was calm from start to finish.

Siegfried looked down towards the rapier and burqa in his hands, no matter what the cause of the gladiatorial fight began, it could only end in the death of one side.

Siegfried slowly raised his rapier and waved his burqa.

The bulls charge again.

Looking directly at a huge wild beast weighing nearly 700 kg slammed into him head-on at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour, being able to not turn around and escape at the first time was a worthy act of bravery.

But Siegfried had to do it more difficult, and he had to put a slender curved sword into the heart of the bull.

Siegfried was topless—his clothes were cut and ripped off by Farnan—standing upright, waving the burqa lightly with only his right hand.

He believed in Farnan's judgment, and Farnan did not live up to him.

The bull really went straight for the burqa, not the humans hiding at the edge of the burqa.

The spectators had no idea what Siegfried was doing, all they saw was the bull galloping towards Siegfried and Siegfried standing motionless.

Seeing that the next moment of the blond "beauty" was about to die, people in the stands and fences couldn't help screaming.

"Ah!"

However, the sharp horns brushed past Siegfried's waist by an inch, and at the same time Siegfried jumped up, his left hand. The sword stabbed fiercely towards the back of the bull.

The tip of the curved sword meets the bull's back at a slight angle and eventually slips off, leaving only a blood groove in the bull's back.

The people who witnessed this scene couldn't help but let out a long sigh of pity again:

"Oh..."

The bull that rushed over quickly turned around and started again. Aim the horns at Siegfried.

At this time, the two assistants who had just retreated stepped forward, shouting, knocking, and waving their cloaks to provoke the bull, leading the bull away from Siegfried.

…

[outside the paddock]
Fanan clenched the hilt of the sword with one hand and the fence with the other, staring intently at the situation inside the arena, as if he was going down. In a second, he will rush into the hunting ground to save people.

After leaving the field, little Hernan, who had just tied the horse, trotted to Fanan with his hat all the way: "Did I miss something?"

"No." Fa Nan bent down deeply, his eyes still looking at the field: "Thank you for your help, Your Excellency Little Hernan."

"Are you tired of always being so polite?" Little Hernan affectionately Hooked Fanan's shoulder: "But that's the only thing I can help him. The sword that can really kill the bison must be stabbed by himself in the end. But well... If Harlan Count gets off, you come to me. Let's do it! How's it going?"

Fannan deftly took a half step back and kept an arm's distance from little Hernan.

Little Hernan was regretfully shrugged and turned his attention to the paddock: "You don't have to worry too much, Harlan count has consumed a lot of stamina and blood of the bison. I'm leading the bison again. It ran for a while. The strength and speed of that bison is now far less than when it started, so I think there is probably a chance for Harlan count..."

Little Hernan optimistically Judgment: "Half."

Fannan silently held the hilt of the sword.

"So to be honest, if the Harlan count is screwed up, you might as well be my adjutant." Little Hernan proudly patted his chest: "My father is the marshal of the Empire!"

 …

[in the paddock]
Siegfried is temporarily unaware that someone is trying to poach his lieutenant.

He is gradually entering a state of ecstasy.

Every round of dogfighting and confrontation made him more and more "familiar" with this bull.

Siegfried at this moment knows his opponent as well as his friend and his enemy:
The width and direction of his horns, his reaction to attack, his The speed of the turn, its usual movements...

Siegfried raised his curved sword and unfolded his burqa.

Little Hernan's assistants originally wanted Harlan Count to have a little more breathing time, but seeing that Siegfried was re-ready, several assistants looked at each other and led the bull again. Count to Harlan.

It was another thrilling confrontation, and the horns were closer than the last time.

Siegfried leaps up and draws his sword.

It still doesn't work!

This time, the sword was deeper than the last time, but it could no longer go down after only piercing less than a foot. It must have been stuck in the bone seam.

Sigfrid fought the pain in his palms and drew his curved sword as the bull turned.

The assistants stepped forward quickly and led the bull away again.

 …

[outside the hunting ground]
"Oops!" Little Hernan exclaimed suddenly, "[continuous, fiery surprised Castile swearing] !"

Farnan turned his head sharply.

Little Hernan asked with wide eyes: "Is Harlan count left-handed?"

"Yes." Farnan answered without hesitation: "What's the problem?"

Little Hernan put his two hands on Fanan's chest and explained quickly: "The heart of the bison also grows on the left, understand? The gladiator has to use the right hand to insert it! Harlan Count is left-handed, the burqa is on the right hand, he can only hide to the left, and he cannot enter the sword in that position!"

Fanan heard this and immediately looked towards the hunting ground.

Little Hernan was extremely annoyed: "I said just now that Harlan count has a 50% chance of winning, and now it may not even have a 10% chance..."

...

[In the hunting ground]
The assistant led the bison away, and Siegfried was ready again.

He had a shallow wound oozing blood under his right rib, a memento left by the Bulls from the confrontation just now.

If Siegfrid's shirt had not been completely cut and taken off by Farnan just now, the bison's attack this time would have been enough to send him flying.

Siegfried didn't miss a second, as if he didn't want to rest for a moment.

He threw off the glove, and the blood accumulated in the glove was thrown out.

He stood on tiptoe slightly, and stretched out his left arm holding the sword. The tip of the sword pointed directly at the bull, and his eyes followed the direction of the sword and aimed intently at the back of the bull.

Sweat trickled down from his forehead, across his brows, and finally fell drop by drop from the tip of his nose, smashing into the dust.

Siegfried didn't move, as if his heartbeat and breathing had completely stopped.

He has entered a state of extreme concentration, and there is nothing in the world except the opponent.

He just stood in the middle of the hunting ground, his naked upper body showing a special luster due to blood, sweat and mud.

He stood there like a bronze statue, with arms, chest and every muscle line being ingenious.

He has not only been able to control the emotions of the audience, he just stood there and already made everyone hold their breath.

The bull came, and Siegfried waited. This time, he did not let go to the left.

He threw the cloak in front of him and lowered it.

When he could already feel the heat of the bull's breath, he jerked up his burqa, covering the bull's eyes, without even jumping or taking a step.

With his feet firmly planted, the curved sword in his left hand thrust out from the front, between the bull's high shoulders, all the way to the hilt.

The bull's huge horns were now a disadvantage, as the horns were just wide enough to accommodate Siegfried's body.

At that moment, many people had an illusion that the images of humans and cattle seemed to be one, inseparable and integrated.

But that scene seemed to be a real illusion, because when he closed his eyes and opened them again, the blond man was knocked out by the bull.

But that scene was so impressive that the noble men and women watching the ceremony saw the same thoughts from the eyes of others.

In the paddock, the bull stood majestically in the middle of the hunting ground, and the blond man lay on the ground wondering if he was alive or dead.

Outside the paddock, absolute silence.

The bull moved towards The blond man took a few more steps, and suddenly fell to his knees, his hind legs also bent.

The wild creature slowly lay on the ground and collapsed.

And in the smoke from the corpse of the bull, a blond silhouette struggled to straighten her body.

In an instant, thunderous cheers went up to the sky.

The Imperial Family hunting ground in this brief moment was conquered by the man standing in the middle of the hunting ground.

Witnessing the sword of earth shattering, the nobles of Castile Peninsula fell into madness.

The men cheered until their cheeks flushed, and the ladies threw handkerchiefs, veils, scarves, everything that could be thrown into the paddock, throwing off all rules and restraints. There were also many young men jumping into the fence, scrambling to hug the new Legendary gladiator.

The happiest person in the crowd was little Hernan, who shook Fanan's shoulders desperately, screaming with excitement: "It really works! It really works! Hahahaha..."

In the Imperial Family stand, the Duke of Lothair is ecstatic.

Looking at the cheering and excited Castilians inside and outside the hunting ground, he laughed and said to his nephew: "This scene really has several points of you fighting the bear, thorn and lion, and the three beasts. The pomp of the time. I remember the Castilians were crazy at that time too! God, almost deafened me!"

"I'm not as good as him, he's more difficult than me." Although the emperor He didn't show any joy, but he was clearly in a good mood, as can be seen from the title he used: "Uncle." : "Could Harlan count really be your illegalimate child?"

The Imperial Family stand became extremely quiet in an instant, but the hunting ground under the stand was like a sea of joy at the moment.

Comparing the two, the atmosphere in the Imperial Family stand was extremely strange - the question raised by Duke Lothair was absolutely taboo even within the Imperial Family.

The emperor suddenly laughed heartily, leaning back and forth, people don't know how long they haven't seen the emperor laugh like this.

Even when the glass bottles containing the water and sand of the north were delivered, even when the Imperial Navy defeated the Fremen and recaptured Rhode Island, even when the native emperors of the Far West colonies bowed their heads and bowed before him, The emperor had never laughed like that.

The emperor smiled and waved his hand: "No."

His voice was neither too big nor too small, just enough for everyone to hear clearly.

The Imperial Family stand is back to its former vibe - cheers, laughter and celebration for the Harlan count.

In an atmosphere of joy, only the emperor sitting at the front was a little lonely.

The emperor propped his jaw and reclined on the throne, with a hint of tenderness and regret in his eyes—Duke Lothair seemed to see once again the boy who was not lacking in humanity.

"If only I could have such a son," said the emperor softly.

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[In fact, even in ancient times, being able to commit suicide alone was considered wild beast. for an ability worthy of praise. For example, when complimenting some brave Martial Artists, they will say that he can 'tear tigers and leopards alive', 'fight bears and stab tigers', etc.]
[The fourth son of the Martial Emperor of Han, Liu Xu, is "to carry a cauldron with strength and fight a bear with bare hands" She Fierce Beast", but because he played too wild, "the movements cannot be controlled, so he cannot be the heir of Han"]
[However, cattle were an important means of production in ancient my country, so even fierce people would not compete with cattle. Pick]
[And more progressive moral systems, such as Confucianism and the Church in the Dark Ages (after the fall of Western Rome, the Church was indeed a beacon of civilization) are very opposed to "humans and animals fighting each other for fun"]
[There is a historical material , but I forgot who the person involved was, and I couldn't find it... Specifically, the emperor went out hunting and saw a tiger, and said to the General, "I heard that you are very brave, can you fight the tiger with your bare hands?" General said, "If I do this, I'll be stupid; if you let me do this, you're not too smart", and then he shot the tiger on horseback, and told the emperor a reason and so on]
[Back to Today, by today's standards, bullfighting is indeed somewhat cruel. There is also a push for legislation to ban bullfighting in Spain.说不定将来再想要现场观看这种残忍又独特的表演，就只能去墨Brother Xi 等中南美洲国家了]