Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 391

2022-01-07

Chapter 391 Storm (IV)

A secret room less than a foot wide, a stone wall as cold as ice .

A trembling gasp, a heart that contracted violently, an exhalation of damp heat bounced back by the stone wall, endless darkness.

Roaring, roaring, the sound of the metal and iron of the weapons intersecting, the sharp blade cutting through the iron armor is more piercing than the banshee's wailing.

Muffled groans, screams, flesh and blood flung onto the camel-velvet tapestry, the brittle sound of breaking human bones.

Innumerable life-threatening melodies are intertwined, like invisible reptiles, gushing out from the cracks and pipes, burrowing into the ears of Bolso da Este, almost to the He is driving crazy.

Suddenly, all sounds were disappeared, and the world became silent, only darkness.

A series of hurried footsteps.

A few barks.

Then a few taps.

"Here!" someone shouted.

"Can't get in!"

"Bring the gunpowder and blow it up!"

Borso's whole body was blood rushing to the top of his head, he frantically Shouting: "Don't use dynamite! I'm going out!" However, his vocal cords were as stiff as a rusted iron door shaft, and even the shouting was frozen in his chest.

"No." A magnetic male voice sounded: "I found it."

The tenon was reset, and the secret door was slammed open. The cold fresh air blew into the secret room, but Bolso was dragged out.

The firelight from the window shines into the bedroom, and the helmet and machete reflect the cold light.

A corpse slumped by the door, horribly dead. Two ferocious giant wolf squatted in front of Bolso, staring straight at him.

Borso was stunned, slumped on the ground like mud, looking around the familiar and unfamiliar bedroom in horror.

Then he slapped twice.

"Hey, wake up!" The man who slapped the face was heavy and fast, but he spoke in the voice of an immature male duck: "Stupid?"

See you Bolso was still in shock, and the drake raised his hand impatiently, posing for another fight.

Borso subconsciously raised his hand to cover his head.

"You still know how to block? Then don't play stupid. I have something to ask you." The strange Knight wrapped in iron armor, there is no coat of arms on the burqa, only the blood of dark red.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and another Knight entered the bedroom.

Before Bolso could look towards the fourth Knight, his jaw was suddenly clamped by a hand.

The hand moved Bolso's head left and right, and after a while, the hand like iron clamps loosened, and a low voice sounded: "He's fine."

Then, Bolso put another hand on his shoulder. For some reason, after being supported on his shoulders, Bolso's heart no longer peng peng, and his mind is much clearer.

"I'm still alive, I'm still useful to them," thought Bolso. He leaned against the wall, straightened his back, and tried to regain a trace of dignity: "I am..."

"You are Bolso da Este." It was the same magnetic male voice: " Flora's white eagle."

The fragment in Bolso's memory was evoked by the male voice. As the other party took off his helmet, Bolso's expression twisted from astonishment to anger. He trembled and pointed his finger at At the corpse lying at the door: "It's you, you! Why did you kill my people!"

"Don't jump to conclusions yet, Your Excellency Esther. If I were you, I would see clearly before Speak. So, I don't know whether to laugh at you or pity you." Winters moved towards the corpse at the door and raised his chin: "Drag over and let him see clearly."

The corpse at the door Dragged in front of Bolso by Ciel and another guard.

Even in dim light, it's hard to confuse the soft fabric armor and pure black cloak on the corpse with the celestial blue burqa embroidered with white eagles of the Esther family.

Borso crawled to the corpse several times, and roughly pulled off the hood of the corpse, revealing an unfamiliar face. He looked up in amazement and looked towards Winters.

"Don't get me wrong, I did come to kill you." Winters put down his helmet and saber, walked straight to the lampstand, each minding their own business and said, "But it looks like... there's someone better than me. More anxious."

Bolso's courage grew three-pointed after recognizing the strange Knight as Winters. He stood up against the wall and raised his head, "Since you're here to kill me, what are you waiting for?"

Winters took off the lampshade, pulled out the candle, and snapped his fingers lightly. The candle wick ignited a flame out of thin air: "Wait for you to help me meet someone."

"Who?" Bolso tried his best to maintain his composure.

Winters is a little nodded.

Ciel understands, twists around and untangles a pocket from the belt loop, pulls something out of the pocket, raises his hand and throws it to Bolso.

Borso subconsciously caught it, the thing was cold, and it seemed to be wrapped in a pile of hemp. He lowered his head to identify carefully, and through the dim candlelight, he saw eyes, nose and golden hair...

Borso fell to the ground in fright, as if touching a red-hot soldering iron. Throw away what was in his hand - what the drake's throat Armored Soldier threw to him was clearly a head, and the marks of slashing and axe at the neck fracture were still clearly visible.

Winters placed the candlestick next to Bolso, then walked to the corner of the room and retrieved the head.

"I don't seem to be able to see the color of the pupils now." Winters pressed his head into Bolso's hands, made the two look at each other, and said seriously: "But I can tell you that he has a pair of Green eyes."

Winters took a few steps back, sat on the four-poster bed, and put his saber on his lap, his voice cold to the bone: "Come on, tell me, who is he? Don't lie, here Someone can tell the truth from what you say."

...

When old Schmid and the North City Sheriff arrived at Esther Manor with all the helpers they could find, Winters is coming out of the gate.

The Ester family's proud garden has become a fire sea, and you can feel the scorching heat wave from outside the fence. The main building was not on fire for the time being, but whether it survived the disaster depends on the wind direction in the second half of the night.

Winters grabbed the sword with his elbow, and with a gentle tug, the blood on the blade was wiped clean by the burqa.

He accepted the sword enters sheathe, and found that the burqa had been stained with blood, so he simply took off the burqa and threw it into the fire, revealing the bright white armor.

In the eyes of the residents of Beicheng, Winters was like walking out of the raging fire, wiping the Blood Sword like no one else.

Everyone was stunned for a while, and no one dared to come forward to ask questions.

Winters also noticed the residents of the North District surrounding the manor. He wore a face-covered helmet with only one pair of eyes outside, and he was not afraid of being recognized for the time being.

The battle is long over.

The assassin who raided Este Manor, like the swordsmen who ambushed Winters, wore soft armor sewn from linen and cotton to avoid attracting unnecessary attention, and they also used swords. Short guns are weapons that can be hidden in cloaks.

In the face of Winters and the others with helmets and armor, fast horses and long swords, the assassin who stayed on the outside was completely powerless to stop them.

A round of gunshots rang out, and before the smoke cleared, the warhorse had already rushed in front of Assassin. The assassin that can't dodge can be chopped down or trampled, either dead or injured. The speed of the warhorse did not decrease, and the other assassins could only watch as Winters led people into the manor.

Wait until Winters leads people into the mansion, and the two sides face each other, and assassin is not an opponent.

Can't open the distance, and there is no heavy musket, but Winters and Kaman are like a hot knife through butter all the way, killing the assassin.

Winters wanted to capture a prisoner for interrogation, but failed to do so. One is that Kaman is too cautious, and he does not leave a living person anywhere; the other is that the means of assassin are also extremely violent, and there is no hope of escaping. Immediate suicide, poisoning, and even self-execution of incapacitated associates.

Also, Winters had too few people, so they were more than enough to attack the fort, but not enough to encircle them. Assassin couldn't stop his soldiers, and Assassin couldn't stop him if he wanted to escape.

Winters couldn't help but sighed as he watched the Beicheng militiamen who arrived only after the dust had fallen. But he has learned not to be annoyed by things that can no longer be changed - the most crucial move is always the next move.

"Gentlemen." Winters stepped on Changfeng, sat in the saddle and glanced at the crowd: "The old city is out of control, on the orders of Colonel Bern, from now on, you are all under my command. Who is Sheriff? Step forward!"

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

The sheriff of Beicheng really felt that the eyes of others were focused on him. He stepped out of the crowd, took off his hat and held it in his hand: "Uh...it's me."

"Ring the alarm bells." Winters commanded calmly: "Call all men who can carry weapons—citizenship or not. Pick out the people who can ride horses, and let them bring their horses. Good here, enough It's spacious and bright, so gather here."

Winters ordered old Schmidt, and another random person: "You two follow the sheriff to gather the militia, and everyone else follows me. There are rioters already infiltrating the northern city, follow me to investigate."

The sheriff was stunned, and it took a while to digest it before he came back to his senses.

According to the laws of Steelcastle, in an emergency, the militias in each district are called up and commanded by the sheriff, who is directly under the orders of the mayor.

Whether from reality or from legal theory, army officers' meddling in the command of the city militia is an act of transcendence.

The sheriff of Beicheng District is of course unwilling to hand over the power in his hands like this, but the Armored Soldiers who led the horses out of the manor were covered in blood, which was really scary.

And the officer who gave the order was also dignified and dignified.

Therefore, the sheriff of Beicheng District asked cautiously: "Sir, may I ask you who are..."

"Captain of the Army, Axel Berne." Winters sewed calmly. A name, casually pointed at Old Schmid: "My identity, he can prove it." Old Schmid cleared his throat, face doesn't change nodded - the old blacksmith was born dark, the sky was dark, and he couldn't see whether his face was red or not.

The sheriff still couldn't believe it, and he asked tentatively, "May I ask if the Esther Manor is this..."

The others also pricked up their ears and listened.

Winters has figured out the minds of everyone. A stranger who doesn't know where he came from, he is bossy as soon as they meet, and no one is convinced. But everyone dared not openly confront each other, and could only count on the sheriff to come forward.

That is, as long as the sheriff is restrained, the others will obey like sheep following the leader.

So Winters replied succinctly and forcefully: "Ransacked by rioters."

"Mr. Esther..."

"Rescued."

While speaking, Charles was "helping" the lost Bolso out of the door.

"Why haven't I heard of you before..."

"Newly transferred."

"Could I have a look at Colonel Bern's orders..." "

"Only the password."

"Then, may Colonel Bern be your who..."

The sheriff's tone softened, Winters It feels like the time has come. With a slight force on his knees, Chang Feng immediately snorted and strode forward, forcing the sheriff into a corner.

Winters smiled and asked, "It doesn't matter what Colonel Bern is to me, do you know what is most important now?"

Sheriff nodded shook his head again.

"Time!" Winters was furious, his voice thundering: "For every second you delay, Steelcastle is one step closer to Purgatory! Now ring the alarm for me! Others, follow I'll go."

With that, Winters pulled the reins and whipped away.

The clever ghost Xiaer cooperated very well to get on the horse to drive people away, and urged loudly: "What are you still doing? Go!"

The residents of Beicheng who were present moved unwillingly and reluctantly. Footsteps, one, two... finally all followed along.

The sheriff wanted to say something, but was stopped by old Schmidra.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the helplessness of "let him go" in each other's eyes. The sheriff sighed, put on his hat, and hurried off to ring the alarm bells with old Schmidt and another whom Winters had picked up at his fingertips.

Few people realize that from this moment on, the military command of the North City of Steelcastle has been handed over to Winters · Montagne.

[Work hard to pay off your debts! ]
[I don't know if I don't read it, I'm startled when I see it, the story of Winters in Monta has more than 20 chapters]
[It's obviously too long and beyond the original expectations, I take full responsibility ( Hit the table hard with my head)]
[But instead of being annoyed that the front is too slow, it is better to write the back as much as possible - at least that's how I consoled myself (covering my face)]
[I'll do my best I can write the ending as well as I can (it feels like I'm standing flagAhhhhhhh)]
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