Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 33

2021-03-28

Chapter 33 The Old Ones

"General, Major is deaf."

Hearing Winters' words, Major General Layton turned pale in fright, with high eyebrows and slightly dilated pupils, he kept asking, "What's the matter? Why is he deaf?"

who could make both the sorcerer , is the sword technique expert Major Moritz deaf?
Of course it was himself.

The thunder on the pier made Winters' ears fill with a faint screech until now. The deafening thunder was not Zeus venting his anger, nor Thor wielding his hammer. , but the effect of the major's angry shout being blessed by the violent sound technique.

Burst sound technique and sound amplification technique belong to the same type of sound spell. In simple terms, storm sound technique is a formidable power enhanced, enhanced, and then enhanced version of the amplifying technique.

Amplification only amplifies the voice of a person several times, and is more used to convey commands; while the typhoon is to make the voice have the power of thunder, which can destroy the balance ability of a person. If it is said that the amplification technique is a small water-pipe fire door gun, the storm sound technique is the legendary urban stone cannon.

This blast of formidable power stunned the black robe assassin and saved Winters' life.

But it also made Winters tinnitus until now, and at the same time it directly burst the major's own eardrum.

Burning sound is recognized as the most formidable power of sound spells, but also the most unpractical spell.

The spell is an indiscriminate attack. The closer you are to the sound source, the greater the spell formidable power.

Which generally speaking people would be closest to the source? Of course the sorcerer himself.

Especially in the case of the major who is both the sorcerer and the sound source, then no matter how much formidable power is, the sorcerer himself will always suffer the most serious damage.

This is the reason why the Whispering Technique currently lacks practicality.

On the pier trestle, after realizing that the major was a sorcerer, Winters saw that the major was bleeding from both ears, and immediately realized that the major did not wear any protective gear in order to save himself.

He explained to the major general and his classmates the principle of the typhoon technique and the situation that the major's eardrums were broken as succinctly as possible.

"You can use pen and paper to communicate with the major. The major just can't hear the sound right now. There should be no problem with speaking and recognizing words." Winters raised his eyebrows and suggested a solution. The major's guilt and apology, because the suave Major Moritz will now become this tragic thing is to save him.

It was indeed a good idea for everyone to hear it, and they hurriedly fetched the pen and paper.

Major General Layton dictates, Winters writes, the quill rubs against the paper, and a line of text flows from the tip: Major Moritz, Layton da Castell is with you Dialogue, please judge for yourself, have you regained consciousness now?

The major stared at the paper, nodded.

Another line of words: Do you still remember who we are?

The major is nodded again.

The third line: What does the number 4 represent?

The corner of the major's mouth was slightly raised, and he smiled helplessly, took the quill from Winters, and wrote crookedly: I just feel dizzy and tired now, but my sanity is not problem.

Winters took back the quill and continued to translate Major General Layton's words into words: Can you hear the voice now?

The major shook the head lightly.

Winters continues to transcribe: You may be deaf now.

The major's expression was as calm as a deep lake, he nodded lightly, and he seemed to say with his eyes: I know it all, I understand it all.

Major General Layton asked again: Can you speak now?
A helpless smile appeared on the corner of Major Moritz's mouth again. The major cleared his throat and replied loudly at three times his usual volume: "I can't hear a voice now! I can't control my volume! I can speak! But I don't want to say it now!"

Major General Layton asked a few more trivial questions, and Major Moritz answered one after another.

Seeing that Major Moritz had indeed recovered his sanity, Major General Layton's furrowed brows stretched a little. Seeing that the major was still very tired, he asked the major if he wanted to leave the "room".

After receiving a refusal, Major General Layton left the major to the warrant officers to take care of him, left the cell swiftly and decisively, and seemed to go to the customs bureaucrats to spit again.

Winters wanted the tired major to rest, but the major didn't expect him to lie down. Wall sits up.

The official university level 1 crushes people, let alone the fourth official university. Even for the sake of the major's own health, Winters could only helplessly "recommend": You should rest.

Major takes the quill: I'm fine, I just need to know where we are, I have some questions to answer.

Winters got another quill: Have you used sonic boom before? Can your hearing recover?

Seeing Winters' worried face, the major laughed, wrote: I'm not totally deaf either, I can still hear the sound of teeth clashing, which proves that I just have a damaged eardrum. I have experienced this situation once. After a period of training, my hearing will recover, so don't worry.

Seeing the Major personally confirm that his hearing could be restored, Winters finally sighed in relief and felt a little more at ease.

The major moved the tip of his pen slightly and asked in detail about the experience of the Skua after docking.

Although Winters wanted the major to rest, he could only follow his instructions and answer with one after another as concisely as possible.

Two people started a dialogue with the pen as the mouth, repeating the process of asking and answering.

As more and more information was obtained, the major's spirits seemed to be getting better and better, and he even drank a glass of red wine in the middle.

After learning what Winters and the other warrant officers knew, the major closed his eyes and tapped the paper rhythmically with his fingers as the warrant officers looked at each other in blank dismay as the major wandered outside.

The major seemed to fall asleep, and after a while, he reopened his eyes.

This time, his eyes regained their former splendor. He picked up a pen and quickly wrote a line on the paper: In this way, we have suffered an unwarranted disaster this time.

The major was right, Winters wrote: yes, those assassins were apparently targeting those passengers, we were just getting involved. Now that the customs can't find the assassin, they won't let us go, maybe they want us to take the blame.

A coldly snorted snorted came from the major's nostrils, he shook the head indifferently, and wrote: Tell everyone to relax, this matter has nothing to do with us, the customs can't help us, the military will get news yet?
Winters voted, writing: One of our conditions for "cooperating with the investigation" is that the War Department must be notified.

Although Major Moritz's face was not good, his expression was very relaxed. He smiled and wrote: The customs will let us go tomorrow at the latest. If those senior officials in the military serve snacks, maybe we will go home tonight.

Major Moritz's confidence infected the warrant officers and sparked hope in their hearts. Hope is the most precious thing. With hope, even being trapped in this prison will be too hard.

The major's pen tip moved slightly: Let everyone rest, don't crowd around me, I'm fine. You should eat, eat, and wait until you get home.

The warrant officers got the word, and they sat back in small groups to find ways to pass the time.

Winters was about to help the major to lie back on the straw bed to rest, but he suddenly remembered something, a piece of information that might be very important, a piece of information that he didn't know if he could let his classmates know.

He glanced around and saw that everyone else was paying attention already not in here, even Bud and Andre returning to their luggage. He picked up the quill again, dipped it in ink, took out a new piece of paper, and quietly wrote it to the major: You are an army sorcerer, right?

Major Moritz was puzzled and nodded.

Winters continued: Assassin fired a shot at you, if I read that right, you deflected the bullet with a deflector, right?

The major is nodded again.

Winters continued: Deflection is a tough spell, right?

The major was thoughtful. He seemed to have a slight premonition of what Winters was going to say, and pursed his lips nodded.

Winters looked around again, making sure that only the Major and himself could see the paper in their hands. He hesitated again and again, but decided to write: There were also sorcerers among the four travelers.

The major frowned and raised his chin slightly to signal Winters to continue writing.

Winters scrawled his writing at a rapid pace: If I read correctly, one of the guards among the four travelers also used a deflector on the dock. The musket shot at him at close range, but hit the ground.

The major's expression turned serious, his eyes fixed on Winters. Winters read in those eyes what the major was trying to say: Are you sure?

Winters nodded magnanimously and firmly. He saw with his own eyes that the black robe assassin's musket was pointed directly at the guards, but the projectile hit the slate on the ground of the dock inconceivably. His brushstrokes became firm: I'm sure I It's true, and there should be other people who have seen it, but I dare not confirm with them.

Major Moritz exhales one breath saying heavily, apparently Winters' expression and attitude persuaded him that he believed that Winters was not telling a lie. The major gritted his teeth, and neatly tore the last two paragraphs of Winters from the paper, ripped them into small pieces and threw them into his mouth, picked up wine cup and washed down the shredded paper.

Winters stared blankly at the Major's "Destroy the Evidence" for a moment.

Major Moritz, who put down his glass, quickly wrote down the following words on a piece of paper: Don't tell anyone, don't let the customs people know, and we'll discuss this after we leave here.

The major paused and added: Secret discussion.

Winters knowingly nodded. In the Cenas Alliance, magician is the only one for the army, and the sorcerer training system is basically the exclusive patent of the army. If the customs know that the conflicting party on the dock has a sorcerer, the customs will never give up.

The major smiled and wrote another sentence: Just in case, you should eat the rest of the paper.

————I am the dividing line of destroy the corpse and evidence————

Bud looked at Winters who came back from the major's side with a glass of wine in surprise Taking a gulp of the Major's wine, he stared wide-eyed to Winters: "Don't you drink?"

Warrant Lieutenant Montagne hiccupped and answered panting with rage: "I choked. ."

"What does choking have to do with drinking." Bud was confused.

"Go down and rush."

"Can't you drink water?"

"I'm happy drinking this wine."

<"Are you drinking high?" These unfathomable mystery answers made Bud didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and he looked up at the other end of the cell and asked, "How about Major Moritz? "

"Hmph, it's alright." Winters said with a little gunpowder flavor, "sleep again."

Bud was even more puzzled: "What the hell is wrong with you?" ? Seems to have a big opinion on the major all of a sudden."

Beside Bud, Andre covered his face with his hat and was sleeping soundly.

"Sure." Winters pushed Bud and Andre to both sides, and unceremoniously lay down on the ground: "Move your butt, give me some space, and I'll sleep for a while. ”

With the satiety of plant fibers and the slight intoxication of alcohol, Winters stumbled quickly into a state between sleep and wakefulness, and he was still able to perceive the outside world. , but his consciousness has almost fallen into chaos, and he will fall asleep completely after a while.

At this critical moment, he heard someone shouting: "Who is Winters · Montagne? Which is Mr. Winters · Montagne?"

He heard someone calling him Name, Winters jolted awake, he sat up straight, patted his head, and spent a few seconds trying to regain his senses.

After the brain resumed operation, Winters responded with a waking up and a very bad tone: "I'm Montagne, what's the matter?"

"Please come out." The door of the cell creaked. When it was opened, the head of the cell said nicely, "Someone wants to see you alone."

Hearing this, Winters' heartbeat froze for a while, then suddenly accelerated.

His thoughts were like electricity, and one thought after another flashed in his mind, "Want to arraign me alone? The customs officer saw what I just wrote? Someone informed me? The customs is so evil? Do you want to wake up first? Major."

Thoughts kept going on in his head, but Winters pretended to be calm, like a man just woken up, drowsily asking, "Who wants to see me? What?"

The cell leader didn't answer, but repeated it nicely again: "Please come out, someone wants to see you alone."

Winters thought sadly: "It seems that this level cannot be avoided today. How does the customs know what I wrote? It's really (expletive) evil!"

But fortunately, the major has foresight, and all the evidence has been destroyed . Winters made up his mind, either Customs would open his and the major's stomachs, or he would bite himself and admit nothing.

With an idea in mind, Winters stood up calmly and tidied up.

Bud frowned and asked the cell boss aloud, "Why, do you still want to execute the sentence?"

"He dares?" Andre jumping loudly from the ground When I got up, it turned out that this guy hadn't fallen asleep.

The cell leader still didn't say a single extra sentence, just raised his arm and made a gesture of please.

Winters patted Bud and Andre's shoulders, signaling them to be relieved, loosening their necklines, and walked out of the cell with a sneer under the watchful eyes of the contemporaries.

The head of the cell led the way without saying a word. Each cell had two doors. Winters followed the head through the two doors and entered a long corridor. There are prison doors at intervals on the walls on both sides.

The Anti-Smuggling Division's prison is a single-story, independent building, and the large cell where the warrant officers are located is just one of the places used to hold petty criminals. The environment can be regarded as one of the very best, so I made time to "please" these army officers to stay temporarily.

There are even more nasty cells than this, and there are many more at customs, and they are all full of people.

Customs is an important source of revenue for the Republic and has independent anti-smuggling enforcement powers conferred by the Senate.

Because cross-border smuggling is like digging the corner of the customs, the customs' anti-smuggling efforts are so strong that the anti-smuggling company even built a prison specially to detain the smugglers they caught.

The tax collectors hated smugglers as deeply as the merchants hated tax collectors.

Winters followed the cell leader through cell door after cell door, through the small door at the end of the corridor, and was led further into the prison.

Until the cell leader stopped in front of a small door and made a gesture of asking monarch to enter the urn.

Winters was a little frightened, but he didn't look flustered. He secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and pushed open the wooden door with disdain.

There were no torture instruments he imagined in the room, only a square table with four chairs was placed in the middle.

A middle age person is sitting behind the square table, playing with a knife.

This person is tall and thin, with a big skeleton and big eyes.

Winters knew this man, not only Winters knew this man, but this man knew Winters, even when Winters was a baby.

Winters stared wide-eyed, his mouth widened, and he forcibly swallowed the sound of "uncle" just as he was about to blurt out.

But he still couldn't restrain his surprise, and called out another familiar name:

"Lieutenant Colonel?!"

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Excerpt from Winters' Spell Book: Speeding Spell

spell Name: Wright's Deflection
Description: An advanced version of the Flying Arrow spell, which is directed by magic Accelerates objects such as bullets and arrows in a direction to deviate from their original trajectory.

Difficulty: A (extremely difficult), to use spell on high-speed moving objects accurately in an instant, it requires extremely high explosive power, accuracy and casting range.

Note: After learning this technique, it is difficult for bullets to penetrate (but it should be impossible to prevent back plotting).

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Excerpt from Winters' Book of Spell: Sound Spell

spell Name: Yed's Sonic Blast

Description : A more powerful amplification technique that can scare the enemy, shatter the enemy's eardrum, and destroy the enemy's balance.

Difficulty: B (difficult) requires the sorcerer to have a strong spell explosive power, otherwise it is just a roar. The spell formidable power increases with the increase of the spell explosive power.

Note: This spell is really insane. If it can't solve the technical problem of "injuring the enemy 800 and losing 2,000", then this spell will never be able to be put into actual combat.

PS: Each sorcerer has its own spell book, which is used to record the learned spells and their own original spells, as well as some practical experiences

(end of this chapter)