Iron Powder and Spellcaster

The messy trail extended deeper into the forest, and following the marks left by the hunter, Winters rode in pursuit.

The further they walked, the more restless and manic Hongmane became. It bit the iron bit hard and shook its head left and right to resist the rider's instructions, forcing Winters to use more strength to control the bridle.

The flash of a depression in the mud caught Winters' attention. He immediately pulled the reins sharply, raised the red-maned front hooves high, and rushed forward for a short distance before stopping.

Winters rushed back to the quagmire he had just passed. He confirmed that what he saw was correct. It was not an ordinary depression, but a claw mark.

Since the beginning of the beast disaster, Winters has followed Ralph through the mountains and forests again and again. He has seen countless footprints of beasts, bears, wolves, deer, deer, foxes, rabbits... He has almost become a self-taught hunter. .

But the paw prints in front of him were different from any beast prints he had seen in this forest before. It was an unfamiliar paw print, but it was also a familiar paw print.

Yes, he was inexplicably familiar with the shape of this paw print, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. He had seen such claw marks not in Langtun, Plato, or the Tanilia Islands, but in his home in Hailan... These were cat paw prints.

One palm has four petals, with toes and no claws. The paw prints of the big and small generals look like this. Winters has seen them countless times.

But a cat's paw print is no bigger than a thumb, but the "cat paw print" in front of him is big enough to fit his palm.

Giant cat?

Winters suddenly figured out why the deer fled deep into the forest. Why are no clothes or fabrics found in the giant bear’s stomach and feces? Why do wolves take such risks and break into villages in search of food?

The wolves are not migrating, the wolves are running away. Top predators will leave their original territory only because more powerful predators have arrived. What's more... there's more than one.

Suddenly, Red Mane, who was tied to the tree, screamed in horror. The three-year-old horse struggled hard, and Winters' knot was torn open.

A gust of cold wind blew past Winters' fingers, and suddenly the hair on his body exploded, and a sudden chill ran down his spine.

Instinct drove Winters to roll to the right. With a chilling growl, a colorful beast pounced on the spot where he was a second ago.

Winters narrowly escaped the sneak attack from behind. He suppressed the panic deep in his heart and pulled out the Dussac scimitar while regaining his balance.

The old hunter told him that "in the mountains and forests, people are never faster than wild beasts." He must not escape. Turning around and running away will only lead to death.

Red Mane was frightened and ran deeper into the forest. The beautiful beast chased for a few steps and then suddenly turned back.

It did not launch an attack immediately, but instead stared at Winters, growling and moving slowly towards Winters' side.

Winters did not dare to make any big movements. He also held the saber and slowly turned his body to keep facing the colorful beast.

A man and an animal faced each other in the forest, like a pair of dueling swordsmen. Because of this, Winters was able to get a glimpse of the true face of this beautiful beast.

The thing in front of him was horrifyingly large. Its shoulder height was not much different from Red Mane's body height, and it could almost reach Winters' chest. The whole body is covered with light yellow striped fur, which is completely invisible under the mottled tree shadow.

Its appearance is somewhat like the lion on the flag of Veneta. It has a short snout, a wide forehead, and a narrow face. However, the mane on its neck is very short, making it look very strange.

But no matter how weird it looked, Winters didn't want to mess with it. Even a pig growing to this size is not something Winters can handle alone.

First the giant bear, then the giant lion. Winters has begun to become numb. Is it possible that everything in Wolf Town is bigger?

The strange lion began to slowly lower its body, its head almost touching the ground, and two shoulder blades protruding from its back.

"It's coming!" A thought flashed through Winters' mind. He has never seen a live lion, but he has two cats. Cats enter this position when they are ready to strike.

The next second, Winters saw the long whiskers on the giant lion's face slowly turning in front of him. This was also a precursor to the cat's attack.

Winters was heartbroken, took a deep breath and activated a spell he had never practiced before: frighten the beast.

The low sound originated from his vocal cords and was magically amplified in his mouth, eventually forming a sound wave that spread around.

The primary spell "Frighten the Beast" is one of the Druids' magical spells reproduced in reverse by the Bureau of Magical Warfare.

Research by the Magical Warfare Bureau has found that animals are extremely sensitive to bass sounds. Herbivores are easily frightened by low-frequency sounds, and ferocious beasts will immediately emit low-frequency sounds to deter each other when encountering them in the wild.

The principle of the "Frighten Beast" spell is to simulate and amplify the roar of large beasts when they intimidate enemies, and use lion feces and urine as casting materials to make the subject animals mistakenly think that they are facing a lion.

This spell is mainly used to scare horses or animals at the level of dogs and wolves. No spellcaster has ever used this spell on a lion - or in other words, no caster who has done this can go back alive to write a report, Wen There was no beast dung in Tes' hands as a casting material.

But he had no other choice but to give it a try.

Deafening low-frequency sound waves exploded in the forest, and the one who suffered the greatest impact was the caster himself. It was as if a cannon was firing right next to his ears, and Winters' skull was shaking.

The giant lion was also startled by the sudden loud noise. It suddenly jumped up from the ground and jumped back. After a few flops, it disappeared into the bushes and disappeared.

Winters, who had saved his life, wanted to laugh but couldn't. He didn't know whether to thank the Magical Warfare Bureau or the strange-looking lion for having a full breakfast.

Without any time to think about this problem, Winters ran out of the forest.

After running a few steps, an uncontrollable feeling of vomiting suddenly appeared in Winters' mind, as if there were fists in his abdomen hitting his stomach hard. He knelt on the ground and retched involuntarily.

Another gust of cold wind passed by his side, and he heard the rustling of the bushes behind him as the giant lion caught up.

"I knew it wouldn't be that easy!" Winters wiped the acid from the corner of his mouth, held the saber in both hands and stood up facing the direction of the giant lion.

The giant lion jumped out of the bushes, and this time it did not confront Winters again. Its thick limbs kicked hard on the ground, its tail flipped up and down, its sharp claws and fangs exposed, and it roared and pounced towards Winters.

The movements of this "big cat" were so fast that Winters didn't react until it soared into the air, and it was in front of Winters almost in the blink of an eye.

The dense woodland provided Winters with some cover, and he immediately ducked between the trees to his side.

The giant lion in mid-air swung its sharp claws towards Winters and was blocked by the tree trunk. However, the pine tree as thick as its forearm was bent by the giant lion's palm. Its sharp claws swept over Winters, who was unable to dodge, and tore off a large piece of wood. Cloth and flesh.

Winters first felt a chill on his back, followed by a burning pain. The fabric on his back was soaked with warm liquid and stuck to his body.

At the same time, blood was dripping from his saber, and a sharp wound was added to the lion's right front leg - Winters Montagne was not in the habit of sitting idle.

The injured giant lion did not immediately launch a second attack, allowing Winters time to breathe. It retreated a short distance and licked its wounds "as if no one was around".

But this move does not mean that it has given up on the prey in front of it. On the contrary, the giant lion has decided that the human in front of it is a good meal, so it is not in a hurry to kill the prey.

Seeing that the giant lion's wound quickly stopped bleeding, Winters smiled bitterly.

The current exchange ratio doesn't look very profitable. He must find a more effective tactic as soon as possible, otherwise he might as well find a way to give himself a good time.

"We can't delay it any longer." Winters thought to himself: "The longer I delay, the more blood I will lose, and the smaller the chance will be."

But a cut several feet long means nothing to a giant lion weighing hundreds of pounds. Glancing at the saber in his hand, Winters realized that he actually only had one chance, a chance to make a fortune:

Use the flying arrow technique to accelerate the saber. If enough kinetic energy can be injected into the saber, it may be able to cause fatal injuries to this giant beast.

This was a huge gamble. Winters had never used the flying arrow technique on his sword. Moreover, the saber in his hand is the only weapon he has now, and he only has one chance. If he misses it, he will have to give it to the giant lion if he wants to be happy.

But magic is his only chance to kill the giant lion.

After the wound stopped bleeding, the giant lion slowly stood up and began to circle around Winters again. It kept threatening Winters, as if it wanted to force its prey to reveal its flaws.

"You have to hit the head. If you hit the head, you can kill with one blow." Winters kept warning himself: "Don't be too close. If you are too close, the speed is not enough to hit the skull. Don't be too far. If you are too far, you will be dodged. My casting radius is only two meters, so I have to wait until it reaches within three meters.”

But the giant lion kept moving, so Winters couldn't find a chance to take action, and the distance between it and Winters was getting closer and closer.

He held the saber in his backhand like a javelin. Winters was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate, and the blood loss was weakening him.

Both man and beast are waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow.

The giant lion's ears suddenly stood up. It hesitated and retreated further away from Winters.

Winters knew that the other party must have heard something, and soon he heard it too - the sound of horse hooves, and a rider was coming towards this direction.

It should be Gilad who came with the militia! Winters' spirits were greatly lifted. After receiving the little hunter's call for help, he and Gilad's troops split up. He went first to find out the situation, while Gilad went to Dussa Village to move reinforcements.

Winters immediately struck the tree trunk with his saber to signal his position to the rider. Soon he discovered that something was wrong. The sound of hoofbeats was too sparse.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and there seemed to be only one rider. A familiar war horse appeared in Winters' field of vision, and its red mane rushed out of the bushes. On the red-maned saddle was the old hunter Ralph.

Realizing that the reinforcements were not coming, Winters ignored the possibility of triggering an attack by the giant lion and shouted at the old hunter: "Don't dismount! Move quickly!"

Winters' shout was like a starting gun. Seeing that Winters was distracted, the giant lion immediately pounced on him.

Ralph ignored the lieutenant's warning. He whipped the red mane hard and was at Winters' side in an instant.

Only a few horses away from the giant lion, Ralph jumped off the galloping horse. After he landed, he rolled several times before stopping, and Redmane crashed straight into the giant lion due to inertia.

But the lion was far more agile than the bear, and the giant lion easily avoided the collision of the horse. He immediately made a move to pounce on Winters again, and Winters gritted his teeth and prepared to throw the machete.

However, the giant lion suddenly froze in place, and Winters was also stunned. He heard sounds that shouldn't be here, he heard childish cries.

"Beast! Look at me!" shouted Ralph angrily.

Winters saw a shocking wound on the old hunter's thigh, and blood was dripping from his trousers. What surprised him even more was what the old hunter was holding.

Ralph was holding a lion cub.

The lion cub is about the size of a kitten and has just opened its eyes. The old hunter grabbed it by the back of its neck and held it in front of him, calling for its mother sadly.

Only then did Winters realize that the giant lion in front of him was actually a female lion, and she had just become a mother.

The lioness did not attack Ralph immediately. She squatted on the ground and responded to the cub's call with a sad cry.

The next moment, the old hunter inserted a knife into the soft belly of the lion cub, and slashed down hard. The little lion who had just opened its eyes was disemboweled on the spot.

Winters only felt a "buzzing" in his skull, and it felt cold from the top of his head to his fingertips.

The lioness let out a shrill wail that made all living beings stand on end, and pounced on the old hunter like a madman.

"Come on!" The old hunter just stood there, not hiding.

"No!" Winters threw the saber. The moment the blade left his hand, he entered a spell-casting state and poured all the magic power he could drive into the saber.

The lioness did not dodge, but her movements were too fast. The saber failed to hit its head, but missed three points and penetrated into its spine.

The lioness, whose spine was severely injured, did not stop at all and continued to fly towards the old hunter, rushing in front of the hunter in the blink of an eye.

Ralph immediately stuffed his left arm into the giant lion's bloody mouth. The giant lion bit it down hard, and the old hunter's left arm was broken at the elbow.

Ralph was thrown to the ground by the lioness. The giant lion stepped on the hunter's chest and tore at it wildly. The old hunter's left arm was torn off directly from his body.

However, the hunter also achieved his goal at this time. When the giant lion tore off his arm, he also left a terrible gap in the giant lion's abdomen.

The lioness's organs flowed out, but she continued to tear at the hunter regardless. The hunter was also using his last bit of strength to cut open the lioness's belly.

Everything happened so fast that Winters had no time to stop it. He slammed into the giant lion as hard as he could, causing the behemoth weighing several hundred kilograms to stumble. The lioness stepped on her own intestines, and more organs were pulled out of the gash in her abdomen.

Winters protected the old hunter. The lioness glanced at the lifeless old hunter, howled, picked up the cub's body, and disappeared into the bushes dragging its intestines, leaving a trail of blood.

Blood spurted out from the horrific wound on Ralph's left shoulder, and the heart in his chest could even be seen from that wound.

Winters wanted to stop the old hunter's bleeding, but he didn't know where to start, because the old hunter's chest, shoulders, and neck were full of fatal wounds. He held the dying old hunter in his arms and couldn't stop crying.

"My debt... is paid..." The old hunter who had returned to his former glory struggled to spit out the syllables, and his lungs surged out of his mouth: "Take... look after my son..."

The hunter's body suddenly became limp, his pupils dilated, his eyes dimmed, and he died in Winters' arms, forgetting this world forever.

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"The Spellbook of Winters Montagne"

(Because this spell book has been carried with me all year round, the cover has become tattered and the sides have been touched black and yellow. The owner has scratched out many of the contents and added many notes in the blank spaces. There is an abbreviation written in the corner of the title page. :W.M)

Spell: Frighten Beast

Type: Compound Spell/Mimetic Druid Spell

Casting materials: feces and urine of large beasts

Description: Simulates the sounds and smells of large beasts to scare herbivores and smaller beasts.

Note 1: Mr. L said that wild beasts will not fight directly when encountering them in the wild. Most of the time they will yell at each other until one party gives in and retreats. Perhaps this spell is also effective on large beasts.

Note 2: It is useful for lions, actual test, but only for a short time.

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Spell: Aggravated Flying Arrow

Type: Kinetic spells

Description: The flying arrow technique, which uses heavy objects as casting materials, will be more difficult, but it will carry more kinetic energy.

Note: It is not suitable for use on scimitars. It may be more suitable to use javelins as casting materials.

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The larger-than-normal-sized animals in this book (giant eagles, giant lions, and giant bears) are all living fossil-level creatures with a certain degree of intelligence. The intelligence level of a child between 7 and 8 years old is about the same as that of a border collie.

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