Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 131 Forget this world forever

  The messy trail stretched deeper into the forest, and following the marks left by the hunter, Winters chased after him.

   The further he walked, the more restless and manic the Red Mane became. It bit the iron bit hard and shook its head from side to side to resist the rider's commands, forcing Winters to use more force to control the bridle.

   A flashing depression in the mud floor caught Winters' attention, and he jerked on the reins, Redmane's front hooves raised high, and rushed forward for a short distance before stopping.

   Winters dashed back to the quagmire he had just passed through. He confirmed that what he saw was correct, it was not an ordinary pit, but a paw print.

  Since the beginning of the beast disaster, Winters followed Ralph to search the mountains again and again. He didn't know how many footprints of beasts, bears, wolves, deer, deer, foxes, rabbits... He almost became a self-taught hunter.

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

   That's right, he was inexplicably familiar with the shape of this paw print, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

  Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, not in Langtun, not in Palatu, not in Taniria Islands, he had seen this kind of claw mark, but in Hailan his home... This is a cat's claw mark.

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

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

  Giant cat?

  Winters suddenly figured out why the deer ran away from the depths of the forest? Why are there no clothing fabrics found in the stomach and feces of giant bears? Why are wolves desperate to break into the village to find food?

  The wolves are not migrating, the wolves are fleeing. Top predators leave their territory only because stronger predators have arrived. Not to mention...more than one came.

   Suddenly, Redmane, who was tied to the tree, neighed in horror. The three-year-old struggled for a fight, and Winters was so tied that it was torn apart.

   A gust of cold wind blew past Winters' fingers, and all of a sudden, his whole body froze, and his back suddenly became cold.

   Instinct drove Winters to roll on the spot to the right. With a chilling growl, a colorful beast pounced on the position he had been in the previous second.

   Winters narrowly escaped the sneak attack from behind him. He suppressed the panic in his heart and pulled out the Dussack machete while his body regained balance.

  The old hunter told him that "in the mountains and forests, no matter what, people can't outperform the wild beasts."

  Redmane was frightened and ran deeper into the forest. The colorful beast chased after a few steps, then suddenly turned back.

   It did not attack immediately, but stared at Winters, baring its teeth and roaring slowly to the side of Winters.

   Winters didn't dare to do too much action, he also slowly turned his body while holding the saber, keeping facing the gorgeous beast.

   One man and one beast confronted each other in the forest, like a pair of swordsmen fighting in a duel. Because of this, Winters was able to get a glimpse of the true face of this colorful beast.

   This thing in front of him was terrifyingly large, its shoulder height was not much worse than Redmane's body height, and it could almost reach Winters' chest. It had pale yellow striped fur all over its body, which could not be seen clearly under the mottled tree shadows.

  It looks a bit like the lion on the Veneta flag, with a short snout and a wide forehead and a long and narrow face, but the mane on its neck is very short and looks very strange.

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

   First a giant bear, then a giant lion, Winters has begun to become numb, is it possible that everything in Wolf Town is relatively large?

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

   "It's coming!" A thought flashed through Winters' mind. He has not seen a live lion, but he has two cats. This pose is entered when the cat is ready to go.

   The next second, Winters saw the long whiskers on the giant lion's face slowly turn towards him, which was also a precursor to the cat's attack.

   Winters was heartbroken, took a deep breath and launched a spell he had never fought before: scare the beast.

   The deep voice was generated from his vocal cords, amplified by magic in his mouth, and finally formed a sound wave that spread around.

   The primary spell "Scare the Beast", one of the Duidian magics that has been reversed by the Magic Warfare Bureau.

   Research by the Magic Warfare Bureau found that animals are extremely sensitive to low-frequency sounds, herbivores are easily startled by low-frequency sounds, and wild beasts will also emit low-frequency sounds to deter each other for the first time when they encounter them in the wild.

The principle of    "Scare the Beast" is to simulate and amplify the low roar of a large beast to intimidate the enemy, and use the feces and urine of a lion as the casting material, so that the animal under the spell mistakenly thinks that it is facing a lion.

This spell is mainly used to scare horses or animals of the level of dogs and wolves. No spellcaster has used this spell on a lion yet—or no one who has done so will be able to go back and write a report alive, Winter. There is also no beast dung in Si's hand as a casting material.

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

   Deafening low-frequency sound waves exploded in the forest, and the one who suffered the most was the caster himself. Winters' skull trembled as if a cannon was firing in his ear.

The    giant lion was also startled by the sudden loud noise. It suddenly bounced off the ground and jumped back. After a few thumps, it sank into the bushes and disappeared.

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

   Before he could think about this, Winters ran out of the forest.

   Before taking a few steps, Winters suddenly felt an uncontrollable vomit in his mind, as if a fist in his abdomen was hitting his stomach hard, and he involuntarily knelt on the ground and retched.

   Another gust of cold wind swept across his side, only to hear the "crawl" of the chaotic trees behind, and the giant lion chased after him.

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

The    giant lion leaped out of the bushes, but this time it did not stand still with Winters. Its sturdy limbs slammed on the ground, its tail rolled up and down, its claws and fangs were exposed, and it snarled and lunged at Winters.

   This "big cat" was moving too fast, only when it rose into the air did Winters react, and it was in front of Winters almost in the blink of an eye.

  The dense woodland provided some cover for Winters, and he immediately ducked between the trees beside him.

The giant lion in mid-air swiped at Winters' sharp claws and was blocked by the tree trunk, but the pine wood with thick forearms was bent by the giant lion's palm, and the sharp claws swept the body of Winters who couldn't dodge, tearing off large pieces. Cloth and flesh.

   Winters felt a chill on his back, followed by a burning pain. The cloth 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 waiting to die.

   The injured giant lion did not immediately launch a second attack, giving Winters time to breathe. It stepped back a short distance and licked the wound "as if no one else was there".

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

   Seeing that the giant lion's wound soon stopped bleeding, Winters gave a wry smile.

   The current exchange ratio does not seem to be very profitable. He must find a more effective tactic as soon as possible, otherwise he might as well find a way to make himself happy.

   "No longer," Winters thought to himself: "The more I drag, the more blood I lose, the less chance I have."

   But cuts a few feet long mean 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 throw everything:

   Accelerates the saber with the flying arrow technique. If it can inject enough kinetic energy into the saber, it may cause fatal injuries to this giant beast.

   This is a big gamble by Qiankun, and Winters has never released the flying arrow technique on the sword. Moreover, the saber in his hand is the only weapon he has now, and there is only one chance.

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

  After the wound stopped bleeding, the giant lion stood up slowly and started to circle around Winters again. It kept intimidating Winters, as if trying to force its prey to reveal its flaws.

"You have to hit the head, and you can kill with one hit." Winters kept telling himself: "Can't be too close, too close, not fast enough to penetrate the skull. Not too far, too far and you will be dodged. My casting radius is only two meters, and I have to wait for it to be within three meters."

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

  He held the saber in his backhand in a tender pistol position, and Winters had difficulty concentrating, weakening from the loss of blood.

   Both humans and beasts are waiting for the moment of one-hit kill.

The    giant lion's ears suddenly stood up, he hesitated for a moment, and retreated to a position farther away from Winters.

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

  It should be Girard who came with the militia! Winters' spirit was greatly lifted. After receiving the little hunter's request for help, he and Girard split up. He went one step ahead to find out the situation, while Girard went to Dusa Village to move reinforcements.

   Winters immediately tapped the tree trunk with his saber, signaling his position to the rider. He soon realized that something was wrong, the hooves were too sparse.

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

   found that it was not reinforcements, Winters didn't care about the possibility of a giant lion attack, and shouted at the old hunter: "Don't dismount! Go!"

   Winters' cry was like a starting pistol, and the giant lion saw Winters distracted and immediately swooped towards him.

  Ralph turned a deaf ear to the ensign's warning, whipped Red Mane hard, and was at Winters' side in an instant.

   Just a few horses away from the giant lion, Ralph jumped directly off the galloping warhorse. After he landed, he rolled for several laps before stopping, and because of inertia, the red mane slammed into the giant lion.

   But the lion is far more dexterous than the bear, and the giant lion easily avoided the collision of the war horse. Immediately posing for another pounce on Winters, Winters gritted his teeth and prepared to throw a machete.

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

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

   Winters saw a startling 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 carrying a lion cub.

  The lion cub is the size of a kitten and has just opened its eyes. It was held in front of him by the old hunter by the back of his neck, calling out to his mother mournfully.

   It was only then that Winters realized that the giant lion in front of him was actually a lioness and had just become a mother.

  The lioness didn't attack Ralph right away. She crouched on the ground and responded to the cub's call with a cry of sadness.

   The next moment, the old hunter stabbed the lion cub's soft belly with a knife and slashed down hard.

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

  The lioness let out a mournful howl that made all living beings terrified, and rushed towards the old hunter like a madman.

   "Come on!" The old hunter stood on the spot, unavoidable.

   "No!" Winters threw his saber. The moment the blade left his hand, he entered a spellcasting state, pouring all the magic that could be driven into the saber.

  The lioness did not evade, but it moved so fast that the saber failed to hit its head, and instead inserted three points into its spine.

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

  Ralph shoved his left arm into the huge mouth of the giant lion, and the giant lion bit down, 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 chest of the hunter and tore it frantically. The old hunter's left arm was torn off from his body.

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

  The lioness's organs flowed out, but it continued to tear the hunter regardless. The hunter is also using the last ounce of strength to open the lioness's belly.

  Everything happened too fast for Winters to stop it. He slammed into the giant lion as if he didn't want to die, and actually stumbled the behemoth of several hundred kilograms. The lioness stepped on her own intestines, and more organs were torn from the wound in her abdomen.

  Winters was in front of the old hunter. The lioness glanced at the dead old hunter, wailed, picked up the corpse of the cub, dragged her stomach and disappeared into the bushes, leaving a trail of blood.

   Blood spurted out from the horrific wound on Ralph's left shoulder, from which he could even see the heart in his chest.

   Winters wanted to stop the bleeding of the old hunter, but he didn't know where to start, because the old hunter's chest, shoulders, and neck were full of fatal wounds. He hugged the dying old hunter, tears could not stop flowing.

   "My debt... paid..." The old hunter who returned to the light with difficulty spit out syllables, alveoli gushing out of his mouth: "Zhao... take care of my son..."

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

  —cut—

   The Spellbook of Winters Montagne

(Because this spell book has been carried around for many years, the cover is tattered, and the sides are also touched in black and yellow. The owner has scribbled and smeared the content, and added many remarks in the blank space. An abbreviation is written in the corner of the title page. : W.M)

  Spell: Scare the Beast

  Type: Compound Spell/Mimetic Druid

  Casting materials: excrement and urine of large beasts

  Description: Simulate the sounds and smells of large beasts to frighten herbivores and small beasts.

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

  Note 2: Useful for lions, measured, but only for a short time.

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  Spell: Enhanced Flying Arrows

  Type: Kinetic Spell-like

  Description: Flying Arrow, 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 a machete, perhaps it is more suitable to use a javelin as a casting material.

   I'm late.

   The larger-than-normal animals in this book (great eagles, giant lions, and giant bears) are living fossil creatures with a certain level of intelligence. The intelligence level of young children between 7-8 years old is probably similar to the intelligence of Bian Mu.

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