Iron Powder and Spellcaster

[Hunting Ground Central]

Siegfried was approaching his limit. Every muscle in his body felt a tearing pain, and every breath seemed to break his chest.

The bull didn't show any signs of fatigue, and seemed to have endless physical strength.

Its neck spine is protected by high ridges of tendons and thick fur, making it difficult to penetrate.

And this beast is extremely good at using its huge, sharp horns. I saw it moving left and right, lowering its head as if retreating for the first half second, and then making another fierce upward move in the second half.

The tip of the spear had just pierced the bull's thick hide, and the bull's horns were already pointed at humans again, leaving no opportunity for humans to take advantage of them.

As a result, Siegfried could only leave shallow wounds one after another on the side of the bull's neck, unable to complete the fatal blow.

Some people gradually saw some clues: Although the bison that Count Harlan fought was slightly smaller in size than Little Hernan's, compared to its ferocity and danger, the latter was not worthy of being compared with the former.

How can this be a beast without intelligence? This is clearly a powerful gladiator who wields two short swords and weighs half a ton.

After a short and fierce fight, Sigfrid seized the opportunity to distance himself, and one man and one beast quietly faced off again.

The Castilian nobles burst into cheers and applause, but the viewing platform of the princes was filled with lingering doubts: "How dare the Castilians choose such a ferocious beast to die?! Could it be that they really want to kill His Majesty's beloved general in public? ?”

…

The blond knight in the middle of the hunting ground didn't know what the others were thinking, and he didn't care.

While many nobles were already observing silence or gloating in advance, Siegfried entered an extremely excited state.

The physical pain and the strength of his opponent aroused Siegfried's desire to win thousands of times, and even allowed him to think beyond his own limitations.

High-intensity fighting consumes physical energy and energy much faster than aerobic exercise.

Siegfried assessed his own situation grimly: If there was another fight, he might not even have the strength left to escape the pursuit, and the bison in front of him could fight for at least ten more rounds.

But there is no difference between ten rounds and one round, because Siegfried has already seen through the opponent's attack range and action pattern.

All he wanted was a chance, a chance to cut off his opponent's arteries and trachea with one blow.

This time, Sigfrid bowed and charged up.

He stretched out the tip of his spear and tapped it lightly on the ground, and the bull immediately pounced on him.

As if a spring that had been compressed to the limit was removed from its restraints, Siegfried moved to the left like lightning - he was left-handed, and then thrust out the spear at lightning speed.

The power was transmitted from Siegfried's lower limbs, waist and abdomen, chest muscles, and arms to the tip of the spear, and the spear stabbed the bull's neck accurately and hard along an absolute straight line.

This time he didn't hold back his strength and stabbed out the spear half-deadly.

The spear sank into the bull's neck like butter until the blade disappeared completely.

But the next moment, the bull's huge body twisted around and hit the spear shaft with unparalleled force.

The force was transmitted back to Sigfrid's side, and the spear pole broke out of Sigfrid's hands and hit Sigfrid hard in the chest.

A thick hickory spear shaft broke with a sound, the first half burst out of the wound in the cow's neck, and the second half remained in Sigfrid's arms.

The confrontation happened in the blink of an eye and ended in the blink of an eye.

Most of the nobles did not see what happened at all. They only saw the giant bull twisting its head and the blond "beauty" was thrown away.

The crowd gathered around the oval hunting ground all exclaimed, and a scream came from the royal stand.

The severe pain sent the bison into a complete rage. It lowered its horns and plowed towards the human lying on the ground.

Seeing that the emperor's favorite could not even leave a complete body, the corpse in the center of the hunting ground started to move - Siegfried was not dead. He stubbornly tried to block the horns with the second half of the spear shaft.

However, the bison raised its head, and the blond "beauty" was thrown away again like a bag of flour.

This time, even the remaining half of the spear handle was taken away.

Siegfried landed heavily, and time seemed to slow down at this moment: the alcoholic father, the crying mother, the royal manor that sheltered the orphans, Elizabeth's smiling eyes like crescent moons, the battlefield with death pillows, and the corpses picked out from the pile of dead people. Farnan and the fiery red cavalry charge on the snowy land...

In the end, there was only a little regret and a lot of apologies left.

Sigfrid sighed softly, probably for the first time in his life, and closed his eyes.

"state".

"state".

"state".

The sound of a shield tapping? Is anyone else shouting?

Then came the sound of horse hooves. The sound of horse hooves was approaching quickly, but the sound of cow hooves was getting farther and farther away. Accompanying the sound of horse hooves is the sound of a string of crisp and melodious bells.

The spectators outside the fence only saw that the mad bison somehow suddenly left Earl Harlan alone and turned around and rushed straight towards the fence. A dozen nobles who faced the bison were caught off guard and fled in all directions.

At this moment, a silver-gray horse leaped into the hunting ground. The knight on the horse was dressed in full attire, holding a lance upside down, and the small pennant tied under the tip of the lance made a hunting sound.

The bison immediately turned and charged towards the silver horse knight.

Seeing that he had successfully attracted the bison's attention, the silver horse knight calmly led the bison to the other end of the paddock.

Just based on the knight's heroic appearance in controlling the horse and the beast, the Castilian nobles present would not mistake his identity - little Hernan, the best gladiator in the Castile Peninsula.

The crowd of spectators once again burst into cheers, and the younger generation of Castilian nobles even cheered for little Hernan at the top of their lungs.

For a time, not many people paid attention to Earl Harlan, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

While little Hernan attracted the bison and the audience, Farnan crossed the fence with something wrapped in red silk and ran towards Siegfried.

There was also a man in black robe carrying a spear and followed Fanan into the paddock, but Fanan lagged far behind.

Farnan didn't say a word nonsense. When he arrived at Sigfrid's side, he immediately checked Sigfrid's injuries.

"Why are you here?" Siegfried coughed violently and asked with a smile.

"I'm here to give you a weapon." Farnan glanced at Siegfried reproachfully and quickly cut open the latter's shirt: "Your spear is broken. I am your assistant and I will give you a spare weapon. No." It’s a violation of established rules.”

While talking, the man in black robe carrying a spear followed up.

The man in black robe was in his early thirties, with a round face and a chubby face. He was out of breath from running a few steps.

As soon as he came up, he announced his identity: "Count Harlan, I am Brother Luke of the Michael Order."

"Michael's Order?" Siegfried sounded familiar.

"There is no serious trauma." Farnan explained Siegfried's injury simply and clearly: "No fractures have been found yet."

"No fractures? You are very lucky. The Lord is looking after you, Earl Harlan..." Brother Luke muttered and took off a delicate silver box from his neck, dipped his fingers in the holy oil from the silver box, and applied it to Siegfried. forehead, chest and abdomen.

He placed the Holy Emblem on Siegfried's forehead, pressed his hand on the Holy Emblem, looked solemn, and recited devoutly: "[...those who take refuge in you, may they rejoice and always shout for joy, because you protect them. And may the love All who bear your name rejoice in you. For you will bless the righteous, and you will guard him on every side with your favor like a shield...]”

Along with Brother Luke's chanting, Siegfried obviously felt that the pain in his body gradually subsided and his strength also recovered.

"Little Hernan will take over." Farnan looked at his friend: "For you, the best strategy now is to leave the field directly."

Siegfried said nothing, gritted his teeth, put his hands on the ground and tried to get up.

Fanan sighed, untied the red silk, and a one-handed thin sword appeared in front of Sigfrid.

This sword is shorter than a small sword used for ceremonial purposes. It is flat and has no gradual change in width. The most special thing is that the sword blade is not straight, and the front end of the sword has a slight arc.

"Little Hernan gave it to you." Farnan said calmly, "He said this is your only chance."

…

[Clocks set back slightly]

"...The neck has blood vessels and trachea, which is a weakness, yes. But beasts also know that it is a weakness, and they will try their best to protect their necks." Little Hernan enthusiastically taught Farnan his experience: "So, Earl Harlan aimed at The buffalo neck attack seems right, but it is completely wrong..."

Farnan spoke politely but firmly: "Your Excellency Hernan, please give a brief explanation."

"Okay, okay, to put it simply, Count Harlan wants to bring down that big guy." Little Hernan took out a specially made one-handed rapier: "You can only use this."

"This?" Fanan took the rapier - the length was less than a quarter of the spear.

"That's it." Little Hernan nodded desperately.

"how to use."

"Uh." Little Hernan cleared his throat: "It's very simple. When the cow rushes towards you, you jump up and insert the sword into the cow's back. The curvature of the sword is enough to bypass the ribs and spine. Stab into the heart..."

"Your Excellency Little Hernan." Farnan stared at Little Hernan: "You mean, you want Count Harlan to take this dagger and insert it into the cow the moment it rushes in front of him. The back of the cow must be stabbed into the heart accurately.”

Little Hernan nodded desperately, as if he was afraid that Fran would not believe it, so he hurriedly patched it up: "If the puncture is not accurate, stabbing through the lung will do. The bison will not be able to hold on for long if the lung is punctured - but in that case, the scene will be It’s just ugly. If it’s a little more tilted, it could hit the liver or intestines…”

Farnan interrupted little Hernan directly: "Have you tried it yourself?"

"Of course! Otherwise, why would I use it for Count Harlan?" Little Hernan yelled, and then added in a low voice with some embarrassment:

"But the few times I tried...the largest bison was only three hundred kilograms, which was...well, smaller than the one Count Harlan dealt with. But I guarantee that the position of the heart is the same. Alas, I can I spent a lot of thought on this sword, and it was a big deal for Earl Harlan when he made his first public appearance. To be honest, I feel a little sad..."

"Not to mention the feasibility." Farnan's expression was serious: "Earl Harlan has never practiced this skill. Do you expect him to succeed in the first practice?"

Little Hernan also stopped smiling: "It's not that I expect him to succeed in one go, but if Count Harlan wants to fight the bison openly, this is the only way."

Little Hernan kicked the spear leaning against the fence with the toe of his boot: "This thing is good against little guys, but useless against big guys. Earl Harlan is not fighting beasts on horseback, he is fighting beasts on foot! I I admire his courage, but I can tell you that without the help of war horses, Count Harlan’s strength alone would not be able to inflict fatal wounds on the bison.”

Farnan acquiesced to what little Hernan said.

"So, if you want to kill a beast on foot with one blow, you must use the power of the beast to deal with it." Little Hernan took back the dagger and waved it a few times: "Otherwise, you think you can kill it with just the strength of a human arm. Send this sword into the heart of a bison?”

In the hunting ground, a man and an animal were confronting each other, and there was not much time left for Fanan to make a judgment.

"Of course, there is another way." Little Hernan said in a relaxed tone: "Let Count Harlan go, and I will take over the bison... This is what my father ordered."

Fran didn't answer.

…

[Time goes back to the present]

"Little Hernan and his people will help you control the bison and create opportunities for you to take action." Farnan explained the situation concisely and explained the use of the dagger in detail.

Siegfried didn't ask any questions, and simply took the dagger: "It's dangerous here, you go."

"There is one more thing. Little Hernan asked me to tell you." Farnan handed the burqa he just picked up from the ground to his friend: "He said that bison prefer to attack moving objects. If you want to deal with bison, you must not do it. Just move around and use your burqa to attract the bison to attack. You decide for yourself whether you believe him or not."

"Do you believe him?" Sigfrid asked.

Fanan frowned and replied: "I believe it."

Siegfried said without hesitation: "Then I believe him too. It's dangerous here, you should leave quickly."

Brother Luke looked tired and didn't want to stay any longer, so he kept urging Fanan.

Farnan nodded to Sigfrid, stood up and prepared to leave.

"I'm sorry." Sigfrid whispered to Fannan's back.

Farnan paused for a moment, because this was the first time he heard Sigfrid apologize, and he didn't know that he actually missed Sigfrid's first sigh.

Fanan smiled and shook his head at Siegfried, nodded again, and left quickly with Brother Luke.

…

[Royal Stand]

"...Stop them, please, dad." Princess Elizabeth could no longer hide her pain. She hugged the emperor's left hand and sobbed and begged: "Don't continue."

The emperor gently wiped away his daughter's tears and calmly asked a question that was beyond the princess's expectations: "Ella, do you still find hunting boring?"

Elizabeth was stunned.

The emperor did not continue and waited quietly for his daughter's answer.

Elizabeth's tears welled up in her eyes again: "That's because... that's because..."

The emperor said calmly: "I'm not asking why."

Princess Elizabeth could answer no more.

The emperor looked at little Hernan and Siegfried in the hunting ground: "The most ferocious beasts can make the greatest fighters. There is no doubt about little Hernan's skills, but it is because his skills are so superb that the viewers Ignoring the skills he displayed, forgetting the dangers he faced, and only viewing Hernan's process of bringing down the bison as a slow massacre."

"Little Hernan's performance will be forgotten soon, and Count Harlan's battle will be remembered." The emperor paused for a moment: "Maybe forever."

Princess Elizabeth almost lost control of her emotions: "But Sigfrid will die! He will die!"

The emperor looked indifferent: "That's why you should watch him even more, don't miss a breath.

Ignoring the obstruction of the maids and guards, Princess Elizabeth ran down the royal stand crying.

[Tomorrow, another hunt (ends), for sure]

[I feel... this kind of unit plot should be completely written and released at once (face covering)]

[But I have to adjust my daily routine and not be a person in the underworld, so I’ll write again tomorrow]

[Goodnight everybody]

[Thank you book friends for your collection, reading, subscription, recommendation votes, monthly votes, rewards and comments, thank you all]

[Also: The emperor’s lines were deleted, edited, and changed, but I always felt that something was missing]

[(It’s all because the author has never been an emperor.jpg) (If the author becomes an emperor, I must find someone to type on the keyboard for me, so that the author can only be responsible for petting the cat and talking)]

[Furthermore: However, judging from historical data, real emperors are actually a long way from being wise and powerful (face covering), especially those who are not the founders (they are all Caotai team)]