Iron Powder and Spellcasters

  Chapter 181 Get it!

  The murderous aura formed a cloud at three o'clock, and a cold voice spread to Diaodou every day.

   The west wind roared, as if the killing intent had turned into reality. Iron-like black clouds pressed down on the earth, and the sky seemed lower and lower.

  Tellton was in formation a mile away, and Pratufang watched the battle from the wall. Everyone held their breath and waited for the two sides of the Makgora ceremony to come out.

   Only the ominous and desolate hoarse neighs of the crows hovering in the air.

  Suddenly, there was a deep horn sound in the distance, and more horn sounds echoed from all sides of the fortress.

The   horn sounded as if to announce the end of the world, one-third of the sun, moon, and stars were struck, and the sky darkened.

   Twelve stout Heard drummers threw off their arms and smashed their mallets into the round table-like drum face.

   The drums of war rumbled, and a samurai slowly walked out of the main formation of Teltown.

  The warrior was so burly, as if a giant from the edge of the world came to the battlefield.

   The other Heards were beside him, as comical as dwarfs and children.

  Some of the Platonic people couldn't help exclaiming, because the giant was not wearing Zhajia.

  The Hed warrior wears a complete set of full-body plate armor. The breastplate, leg armor, and arm armor are all steel plates, which are really like giants cast from molten iron.

   Only the helmet is still in the style of Heard, with three huge blue feathers stuck on it, revealing a pair of eyes.

   Such a set of plate armor, not to mention the cost of materials, just this size can not buy the finished product.

   must be made to measure, there is absolutely no shoddy wrought iron armor.

   Another horse was brought a war horse for the iron giant, and the horse was also not ordinary.

   Hedma is tough and stubborn, but his stature is too small to carry such giants and plate armor.

  The giant's mount was a heavy warhorse [Destrier] that could only be seen outside the wasteland, and the armor was even higher than the top of the horse's head.

  The grass could not support those giant beasts, which had to eat fine grains, drink beer, and take care of them carefully in the stables with walls on all sides.

  The iron giant mounted a pitch-black warhorse, held a long lance high, and walked one by one in front of the various formations of the Hurds.

Everywhere    there was a thunderous cheer. The Hurds all beat their weapons with all their might, shouting and cheering with all their might.

   Seeing the iron giant riding on a big horse, the Paratus seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand, and a sense of suffocation and powerlessness hit them.

  Father Kaman couldn't help muttering to himself on the wall of the fort:

  [I saw the horses and the riders, with armor like fire on their chests, and purple agate and brimstone. The head of the horse was like the head of a lion, with fire, smoke, and brimstone, coming out of the horse's mouth. The fire that came out of the mouth, the smoke, and the brimstone, these three plagues killed a third of the people. ]

   Mason next to Kaman slammed his fist on the parapet wall and scolded: "Barbarians are the most cunning! No wonder they agreed not to use muskets!"

   It was agreed in advance that the form of Macgola this time was a cavalry battle, allowing armor, unlimited weapons, and endless death, but not using bows and muskets.

   As a result, the Hurds sent such an invulnerable iron giant.

   The gates of the fortress slammed open, eight buglers banged their cheeks and played the march, and the Platoon drummer also played the snare drum.

   But in front of the desolate, pathetic long horns of the Hurds, the trumpet snare drum seemed weak.

   A silver-grey horse rushed out of the fortress and ran towards the open space between the two armies.

   Lieutenant Colonel Jesska agreed with the Makgora ceremony, but at the same time thought that the duel between the two army generals was unethical.

   He suggested that both sides choose champion warriors, and they would have a one-on-one duel on their behalf.

  Evidently, the Iron Giant was the champion of Teltown. The fire roaster came prepared, no wonder he agreed.

   And the Plato champion is obviously only Winters "Blood Wolf" Montagne.

  The blood wolf came out, and the Palatans also beat their weapons and shouted loudly to gain momentum.

   However, the sense of oppression brought by the steel giant was too strong, and the aura of the Platoons was finally overwhelmed.

  Mason looked at the back of his apprentice worriedly. He knew that Winters was a spellcaster, but he also knew that Winters' flying arrows were not powerful enough to penetrate plate armor.

   He now has an urge to call off the ritual and bring Wenteslas back.

   There was the sound of rumbling drums, one black and one silver two horses facing each other 200 meters apart, Champion Hurd holding a lance, Winters carrying a spear.

   The Hurd giant is wrapped in steel plates all over his body.

   In order to be flexible, Winters even removed all the arm armor, shoulder armor and skirt armor, and only went into battle with a breastplate.

  Under the watchful eyes of all the people, the champion of Palatine dismounted from his horse, fastened the tie-post, and tied the silver-gray horse.

   Afterwards, the champion of Palatus stood with a spear and hooked his finger at the steel giant.

  Champion Hurd has ever suffered such an insult, his blood was surging in his chest, and he was screaming.

   The drums stopped abruptly, and Macgola officially started.

   The steel giant roared violently, and the thorns of his boots slammed into the sides of the horse's ribs.

  The pitch-black heavy warhorse was stimulated, its hooves slammed heavily on the ground, and it carried its rider to kill the little erect ape that was standing still in front.

On the walls of the    fort, the hearts of all the Platoons tightened in an instant, and many even forgot to breathe.

   The Hurds also held their breaths and shrank their pupils, waiting for the doomed tragic collision.

  The steed accelerated like crazy, Champion Hurd held the long lance under his arm, and the power of both the steed and the human converged at the tip of the lance, with unstoppable inertia, pointing directly at the chest of Champion Plato.

   With such power, even wearing plate armor cannot save his life.

   Winters was sweating on his hands, and the one-ton behemoth rushed towards him, no one was not afraid,

   He estimated the distance, and when the giant iron man rushed into fifty meters, he took a deep breath.

   It was just one breath, and the pitch-black warhorse approached more than ten meters.

It's now!

  Winters stepped into the casting state. He held the spear and ran for a short time. All the magic power was poured into the spear without reservation, and he threw it straight at the steel giant.

  [Aggravated Flying Arrows]!

As soon as the    spear shot, Winters rolled to the left on the spot.

   Shotgun? Champion Hurd sneered in his heart.

   Although the javelin is powerful, its speed is not as fast as that of arrows, and its trajectory is obvious, so it is not difficult to dodge.

   However, this throwing gun is extraordinary, it is too fast, it is not as powerful as a human can throw, and Champion Hurd doesn't even have time to react.

   The cold light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the spear flew to his eyebrows.

  “Clang!!”

   The lights went out.

The    spear was in the middle of the steel giant's face. The giant leaned back, raised his hands weakly, and slowly fell from the saddle.

   Few people could see this earth-shattering throw, but everyone could hear the crunch of the metal colliding vigorously.

  Winters, who rolled forward to the left, escaped the rushing horse in a thrilling way.

   The warhorse that lost its rider did not stop, and instinctively fled to the river bank.

   Winters, who got up from the ground, did not hesitate to pull out his dagger and pounce on the fallen giant.

   Champion Hurd's vitality was terrifyingly tenacious, the spear tip was more than an inch into his helmet, and he was still breathing. It's just that the head was severely hit, and the consciousness became blurred.

  Makgora Ritual…Endless.

   Winters tossed off the giant's helmet and neckguard, and blood was blurred on the other's face.

  He didn't want to look at the other's face, so he clamped the giant's head to his chest with his left arm like iron clamps.

   Champion Hurd struggled instinctively.

   Winters gritted his teeth and wiped the giant's neck.

   First the skin, tissue, arteries and veins on the left side, which were easily cut open with a sharp knife. Then there was the throat, which was protected by cartilage, and he cut it hard.

   Blood splashed into Winters' helmet, and the giant's struggle gradually diminished until it stopped twitching.

   Winters slumped backwards panting, a truly [eartoear] horrific wound on Champion Hurd's neck.

   But the giant needn't worry about that, he's dead.

  The battlefield was dead silent.

   Winters suddenly understood what was going on, and neither the enemy nor the enemy could see who would lose and who would win.

  This must be done, Winters got up, stepped on the back of the giant, and cut the back of the giant's neck with a knife in both hands.

   Soon, only the spine and a little flesh and blood were left to connect the giant's head and body.

  The blood wolf stepped on the giant's body, grabbed the giant's hair with both hands, and shouted violently, tearing Champion Hurd's head off his torso.

  He held the giant's head high, and the roar was amplified by magic, piercing the cloud and cracking the stone, resounding through the wilderness:

   "The enemy general! Has been taken!"

   answered him with a dead silence, followed by deafening cheers from the fortress.

  The Platoon soldiers screamed, roared, and banged their weapons frantically. In the sound of the mountains and the tsunami, an extremely excited gunner inserted a red-hot iron rod into the ignition hole.

   Every cannon on the fort roared, and the frenzied musketeers fired their guns into the sky in celebration.

   And the array of the Hurds was silent.

  In the world view of the Hurds, if the head is cut off, it means that he can't return to Tengri's arms, which means eternal and complete death - this is unknown to Winters.

   And the makgeola ceremony has been divided, and continuing to insult the corpse is even more taboo among taboos, insults among insults—this is something Winters doesn’t know.

   The Hurds were completely enraged, and two irrational Hurd centurions rushed into battle, red-eyed and armed with lances, slaying the Palatine champion in the center of the battlefield.

   Agreed to a one-on-one duel - Winters was furious - what was that?

  The Hurds don't talk about martial arts, so Winters is also welcome.

   He walked back to Strong Luck, pulled the reed gun from the pouch on the saddle, stood steady and aimed.

   Wait for the two riders to break into twenty meters.

"boom!"

"boom!"

  The two Heard centurions were shot down one by one.

   The drums of war were played again, and the fire-boilers, who had fallen into rage, waved their banners, and the entire army of the Hurds pressed on and attacked the city again.

   Without waiting for the Hurds to approach, Winters pulled the tether and rode back to the fort safely.

  The Platoons were also beating their drums for battle.

  Yinfeng roars, another **** fight is about to be staged.

  The Platonic soldiers watched with awe and adoration as the riders of the silver-gray steeds entered the bridgehead.

  Bud and Ciel were guarding the entrance to the fortress, and when they saw Winters returning, they hurriedly approached.

   Winters dismounted, raised his hand to signal the two not to approach: "Don't talk to me, I'm sick now."

   After taking a few deep breaths to calm down, Winters solemnly handed the head under his arm to Charles: "This is a warrior. Don't let him feed the fish, find a good place to bury it."

  Char swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously, "You...don't you keep it?"

   "Why do I keep this thing?" Winters wondered.

   "Oh... well." Ciel nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, holding his head in disgust and trotting away.

  Bud carefully looked at the blood on Winters and said helplessly: "We don't need to provoke them like this."

   "Just to provoke them." Winters blinked: "Isn't it negotiated?"

  Bud sighed: "But there's no need to be so angry."

   "Really? I don't think it's enough."

  The most difficult part of the war with the Hurd tribes was never the battle, but how to find the Hurd people to fight.

  The Hurd cavalry came and went like the wind on the wasteland, and most of the time, they didn't fight the Paratus at all.

   They fight if they win, run if they don't, run away and continue to find the weak link of the Paratus.

   And the Paratus couldn't catch up, nor dared to chase, so they could only rely on cavalry troops to fight with limited results.

   Now it is rare to have the opportunity to kill the living force of the Hurds, how could it be missed?

   Sackler was displeased and angry when he saw the pontoon for the same reason.

   In this battle, it's useless to escape, it is only necessary to kill and injure Hurd.

   Those who defend and must be solid are defended and must attack.

   As long as the Teltown Ministry firmly believes that the Jin Jinmen are in this bridgehead, this small fortress will become a place where they must attack.

   Winters took off his helmet, took a deep breath of fresh air, and asked Bud, "Is what I want ready?"

   "Berion reluctantly made one, but it's going to be revealed soon." Bud also showed a smile: "You have too many crooked ideas."

   On the wall, Mason held up what looked like a golden man's head and showed it to the Hurds outside the city.

   Fearing that the Hurds could not see clearly, he was still arranging three people to accompany them with torches, so that the gold would shine under the firelight.

   There were also several people who followed behind with guns carrying gold and silver sacrificial utensils they had snatched from the Teltown camp.

   "[Hedde] Fire-boilers! Look there!" A Hedde commander pointed to the golden head on the wall: "[Hedde] They cut off our golden man's head!"

The red-faced fire roaster with his eyes cracked and his silver teeth broken, he slashed the chariot with a knife, and shouted hysterically: "[Hede] won't take this city today! Kill everyone! I'm not a descendant of Tengger! Who dares to retreat! There is such a yoke!"

   The nearby Platoons could see clearly that where Lieutenant Mason was holding a golden head, it was clearly an iron pot, and it was barely knocked into the shape of a golden head.

  Only the outer layer is gold, that is, the gold sacrifice vessel of the Hurd people was melted and poured on the surface.

   Really "gold and jade outside, rust inside".

   It can also bluff people from a distance, and when you get closer, you can wear it.

   "It's alright, alright!" Mason saw that the fire was almost over, and signaled everyone to call it quits: "Even if we say that the Golden Man is not here, they won't believe it."

"My [Aggravated Flying Arrow Technique]! How is it?" Under the wall, Winters was holding Bud and chattering, and he couldn't hide his excitement: "This is the first spell developed through calculations and experiments! I think …I finally understand why General Antoine Laurent is pushing for standard metric units. Mathematical! Mathematical magic that is invisible and intangible! This is the path he really wants to take…”

   When fighting the giant lion, the limited power of the steel nails made Winters realize that individual enemies need a more powerful flying arrow technique to cause effective damage.

After hundreds of thousands of exercises to accelerate heavy objects, he gradually discovered that under the premise that the "force level" of kinetic energy spells remains the same, the later the casting material leaves the casting range, the greater the power - that is, the more kinetic energy is poured into it. many.

   And the heavier the casting material, the slower the acceleration, and the later the time to leave the casting distance.

   In other words, the heavier the quality of the casting material, the stronger the Flying Arrow technique.

  After experiments, analysis, and calculations, Winters roughly summed up a formula: W=K·F·S·M^2

  K is a constant, and he doesn't know what it represents. F is the explosive power of magic, S is the casting distance, and M is the weight of the casting material.

   This means that, regardless of the power of the throw and the limit of the casting ability, the power of the Flying Arrow Technique is proportional to the [Magic Explosion Power] and [Spellcasting Distance], and increases exponentially with the increase of [the quality of the casting material].

   The spear he threw was not a random guy. The weight of the spear was the balance he found between "power" and "accuracy" after practicing many times.

   "The conditions here are too rudimentary." Winters swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "There is no way to do more sophisticated experiments, I just want to go back to Veneta and tell General Serbia all this."

   "You want to go home? I see that you are clearly having a good time fighting here!" Bud's eyes were serious: "Have you ever thought... You don't actually know what you want? You don't even know who you are?"

   Outside the fortress, the Hurds have once again rushed to the side of the horse-rejecting stake.

   With the sound of a gong, the musketeers released a round of platoons, announcing the start of the second round of siege warfare.

   [There are pictures in this chapter, let me post them slowly, if you don't see them, please refresh them later]

   [I actually finished the second chapter around twelve o'clock! I wrote two chapters today! Human potential is really limitless! ]

   [About the battle before the battle, in my memory, during the Spanish Reconquest and the Ottoman Conquest of Hungary, there were official horse battles in some siege battles. The people outside starved to death waiting for the inside, and the people inside waited for reinforcements and the people outside starved to death. Everyone sat down to fight, it was very boring, and the two armies engaged in a duel. It sounds ridiculous, but it's definitely not a joke, it really happened]

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