Iron Powder and Spellcasters

  Chapter 363 Another Hunt (Lower Middle)

  [The tent of Count Harlan]

   "You're crazy!" Prince Richard yelled angrily: "Promise you, Your Majesty..."

The prince    clenched his fists tightly, but did not say the word after all.

   "Crazy too?" Siegfried was calm, but his eyes burst into madness.

  Prince Richard's shoulders trembled with anger. He stared at Siegfried for a while, then threw his hands away angrily.

   Only the blond youth and the chestnut-haired youth were left in the tent.

"When fighting beasts on foot, dexterity comes first, and you can't wear anything that hinders your movement." Fanan skillfully removed the protective gear for Siegfried: "The wrist armor is also removed, and the less weight you have, the better your chances of winning. "

   Siegfried nodded silently.

  Fannan knelt down on one knee and took off Siegfried's greaves: "His Royal Highness regards you as one of his, that's why he said those words just now."

   "I am His Majesty's man." Siegfried replied bluntly.

  Fannan sighed: "Aloofness and aggressiveness are your Achilles' heels. You know it best, but you just can't change it - or don't want to change it."

   Siegfried snorted softly and did not answer.

   "A person's ability is always limited, don't push everyone to the opposite." Farnan re-tied Siegfried's boots: "And..."

   "Okay, don't say it anymore, there's no end to it?" This time it was Siegfried's turn to be angry: "No matter what, isn't there still you?"

   "Which is enough?" Fanan shook his head: "My abilities are also limited."

   "No." Siegfried took the spear and turned to avoid seeing Fanan: "True friends, one is enough."

  …

  [Royal Grandstand]

  Prince Richard walked three steps at a time to the viewing platform.

   Duke Lothair stood up to greet the prince, and the queen was very happy to see the prince, but the emperor was expressionless.

   As soon as he entered the stands, Prince Richard immediately met his sister's pleading gaze. He nodded slightly to Princess Elizabeth, slowed down, and walked calmly to the front of the throne.

   "Your Majesty." Prince Richard saluted to the emperor: "It is too dangerous to fight beasts on foot. Earl Harlan was just impulsive and did not consider it. He has regrets, and I hope His Majesty will take back the order!"

   "Remorse." The emperor asked with great interest: "Really?"

Prince Richard did not dare to answer the question, so he bravely offered other reasons: "Your Majesty, letting Earl of Harlan be alone, on foot, and fighting with wild beasts is tantamount to letting him commit suicide. If Earl Harlan misses his hand, his soul will be destroyed. You can only suffer in hell, and you cannot be redeemed even when the final judgment comes. Please think twice, Your Majesty."

  Princess Elizabeth also begged with tears in her eyes: "Yes, don't you admire Earl Harlan the most? Dad? Why do you want to watch him commit suicide? Please!"

  The emperor's eyes swept over his son and daughter, and looked at the old man in black velvet robe standing behind him: "What do you think?"

The emperor's personal priest, the [Ambrose] friar of the Michael Order took a step forward and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty is the supreme leader and protector of the Catholic Church. If Count Harlan really suffers misfortune, then whether it is suicide or not It is up to His Majesty to decide."

  Although the object of the question was a private priest, the emperor's eyes returned and stayed on the prince, making the latter look like a light on his back.

The   stand became quiet, the emperor nodded slightly, and Friar Ambrose fell back to his original position.

The Emperor    looked at the hunting ground and said lightly, "That doesn't count."

   The winter wind in the Castile Peninsula was howling, but fine beads of sweat appeared on Prince Richard's forehead unknowingly.

  Prince Richard gritted his teeth, plucked up his courage, looked up at the emperor, and wanted to say something.

   But it was too late, the melody symbolizing the entry of the gladiators had already played.

   "Look." The emperor said softly, "Here comes the one who has remorse in your mouth."

  …

  [hunting ground]

   Siegfried did not know what opponent the Castilians would give him, but he hoped that the opponent would be strong enough.

   If the Castiles put in a deer or an antelope, it's just to humiliate him.

   Siegfried jogged around the oval with his hunting spear in hand—he could still hear something.

"Keep warm and stay active." Before playing, Farnan repeatedly warned: "The Castilians have been publicly humiliated by you, and may play underhand tricks. For example, let you wait on the hunting ground until your body freezes and your limbs become numb. "

   "I did not publicly humiliate the Castilians."

   "Stay warm." Farnan took out the fine fleece burqa: "Keep moving."

  The proud Castilians didn't use any subterfuge, and the count who presided over the ceremony even politely raised the flag and asked - can we start?

   Siegfried nodded and took off his burqa.

   Many spectators could not help but let out a low cry, because the blond knight in the field was not wearing any armor, only wearing a single shirt, a pair of breeches and a pair of low-top soft shoes.

The    bunting was waved, and the melody symbolizing the entrance of the beast sounded.

  The gate slowly rose, and the dull sound of hoofs came out of the animal pen. In the blink of an eye, a burly bison rushed into the hunting ground.

   The absence of intrigue is perhaps not because the Castilians are noble, but because the opponents they choose for Siegfrid don’t need any extra help at all:

  A powerful adult male bison, every inch of muscle contains explosive power, only a little smaller than the one that little Hernan had just killed, and no less wild and dangerous.

   Aren't you trying to **** the glory of "Tail of the Gun"?

  Ok, we'll give you a beast worthy of a gun tail.

   Without Siegfried's teasing, the bull, whose back was stabbed with a flower dart, took the initiative to attack those in the field.

   The furious buffalo growled, strode to the limit, and plowed at Siegfrid like a frenzy.

   Siegfried, without hesitation, also charged at the bison with his spear.

   The two sides are about to collide head-on, and many women have subconsciously blocked their eyes because they couldn't bear to see the beautiful blond man's belly cut open.

   At the critical moment, Siegfried took a half-step diagonally forward, narrowly avoided the horns, and stabbed the bull by the neck.

Just as the tip of the spear touched the neck of the bull, the bull turned his head, bowed his head, raised his head, and faced the human again.

   Siegfried's strong and well-proportioned muscles burst out with unparalleled strength. He was like a big human cat, leaping continuously to the side and rear of the bull, and the spear was ready to pierce the carotid artery of the bull.

  The explosive power of the bull is even more astonishing. It pedals, twists, and flicks its tail violently. Every time its hooves hit the ground, it will make a huge muffled sound, raising half-human-high sand and dust.

   One person and one beast were fighting within a radius of less than two meters, trying to kill each other.

  There was no sound outside the hunting grounds, only the loud noise of "dong" and "dong" could be heard.

   Everyone held their breath, and Elizabeth's heart was clenched tightly, not even realizing that she had pinched her father's arm until it turned blue and purple.

   An intense and short fight ended with Siegfried inflicting two shallow wounds on the side of the bull's neck.

   After another failed twist, the Bulls stopped and Siegfried took the opportunity to distance himself.

   The gasping man and the beast spraying white mist looked at each other in the winter wind, temporarily entering a confrontation state.

   It was at this moment that deafening cheers and applause erupted from the stands, and even the Castilian nobles were shouting loudly.

   The young Earl of Harlan looked at the bull with inexplicable pity and respect in his heart, but his desire to kill the other party did not weaken in the slightest.

   In this gladiatorial fight, only one will survive, and victory or destruction in front of her is an acceptable outcome for Siegfried. Even if it makes her feel a little heartache, he can welcome death happily.

   Outside the hunting ground, in a sea of ​​joyful atmosphere, Fanan's expression became more and more solemn.

  If Siegfried's background is considered poor, Fanan's background is not even poor, and can only be called humble under the imperial system.

  Fanan became a soldier because he was admitted to a new school founded by the emperor. His father was an ordinary hunter. Although his father had no title to pass on to Fanan, he taught Fanan a lot of hunting knowledge.

   To fight against large beasts, hunters need to follow a basic principle: consume the physical energy of the beasts and preserve their own physical energy.

   Skilled hunters only need a spear to kill wolves, leopards, and mountain lions, because hunters can use spears to defend in place, constantly consuming the physical energy of the beasts and causing damage to the beasts.

   But when faced with a behemoth weighing nearly 700 kilograms, using a defensive counterattack strategy is tantamount to suicide. The bison will be smashed, smashed, and mashed with spears.

   So Siegfried had to take the initiative to dodge, keep jumping and sprinting.

After the    fight, the bull bleeds and the humans are unscathed. It looks like Siegfried wins, but in fact Siegfried loses.

  As things go on, Siegfried's stamina will be exhausted before the bison.

The   Bison can add a hundred more wounds, but as long as Siegfried misses once, all that awaits him is death.

Fanan originally thought that the Castilian nobles released a wild boar at most, but it was a wild ox that rushed out of the barn - there is no doubt that the Castilian nobles were challenging the emperor's authority, and killing Siegfried was just a means, not an end. .

   A clear and transparent voice sounded from behind Fanan: "It's wonderful! The display of Earl Harlan is incredible. His Majesty also killed beasts in a row 20 years ago. No wonder some people say that Earl Harlan is His Majesty's illegitimate son..."

  Fannan turned around and found that the source of the voice turned out to be Little Hernan.

   Little Hernan looked at Fanan with a smile, carrying two cow ears and a cow tail.

   "Count Harlan is not His Majesty's illegitimate son." Fanan bent slightly: "Your Majesty Hernan."

   Marshal Hernan only had his eldest son, Little Hernan, at the age of forty, so little Hernan was actually in his early twenties, the age of curiosity.

   He coughed dryly. Although he was ashamed, he couldn't help but want to inquire: "Really? You tell me, I won't tell anyone else."

   "Then can you answer me a question first?"

"what?"

  Fannan asked politely and politely: "Why don't you believe that the count is just the son of a bankrupt knight?"

   Little Hernan scratched his hair and said with a smile, "Okay, I believe it. Because my father is just the son of a bankrupt knight."

  Fannan nodded in greeting, turned around and continued to observe the situation in the hunting ground.

   While speaking, a new round of fighting broke out in the middle of the hunting ground.

   Siegfried still managed to dodge the horns with dexterity and explosiveness.

   And the bull seems to be doing nothing, but in fact every attack is enough to cause fatal wounds, only waiting for a small mistake by humans.

   "You can see that too?" Little Hernan casually hung the ox's ears and tail on the fence, looked at the people and beasts in the field, and said, "If this goes on, the Count of Harlan must be dead."

   Farnan looked at Little Hernan, waiting for the other party to continue speaking.

Little Hernan patted Fanan's shoulder carelessly: "In the end, you still think of beast-fighting too simply. Do you really think we Castilians will be reckless? It's all skills! Do you understand? Skills! Even You need assistants to fight beasts on horseback, let alone beasts on foot? Do you really think anyone can do it?”

Little Hernan stretched out four fingers: "It took me four horses to drain the buffalo's stamina. Earl Harlan's stamina is stronger than that of the four horses combined? After a while, his stamina must be the first. Bottom out."

   Little Hernan said more and more sadly: "Alas! This is the first time I have been the tail of a gun. What happened? After being mixed up by Earl Harlan like this, there is nothing. I don't know when the next time will be..."

   "Your Excellency Hernan." Farnan asked politely: "What do you want to say?"

   "What?" Little Hernan came back to his senses and slapped his forehead: "Oh, by the way, I'm here to help you—to help you deal with this bull."

   "Can you tell me why you want to help Earl Harlan?"

   "Why? Why else?" Little Hernan shrugged: "My father asked me to come."

   [The empire is a small branch, I can't finish writing it today, I will continue to write it tomorrow]

   [This branch is for the next few supporting characters to appear collectively, it won't be very long, it should end tomorrow (not a flag, really not)]

   [Actually, there is another purpose. The gladiator fight between the golden retriever and the beast can actually be regarded as a copy of the duel between the oathbreaker and the beast, so when the golden retriever is written, there is no need to write the part of the oathbreaker...]

   [By the way, Golden Retriever's last appearance was actually in Volume Four, Chapter Three, "One bottle is water, the other bottle is sand", I forgot to mention it for everyone. Golden Retriever is the imperial general who asked Carl Eleven's grandson to hold water and sand to the emperor. I will add it here, and I will add a note in front of it]

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