Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 346

2021-10-11

Chapter 346 Hunting (Part 1)

Imperial Calendar 537 years [Note: 23 years ago, the imperial throne The War of Succession started from this year]
Castile Peninsula, Greystone City, inside the Colosseum.

A young man in his twenties is examining armor and weapons. The two attendants beside the young man were brow beaded with sweat anxiously, but couldn't get in.

The Message has no wings or four legs, but nothing can fly farther or run faster.

Richard [madman] III is dead.

Some say he died peacefully in his sleep; some say he died from a fall from a horse, a long ordeal before his eyes... But the way the Old Sovereign died doesn't really matter, people just Use it as an afterthought.

The emperor is dead, and a new emperor should stand.

From the easternmost point of the empire, the Gulf of Kotan to the westernmost point of the empire, the Castile Peninsula, from the shady mountain range at the southernmost point of the empire to the icy sea at the northernmost point, everyone is waiting with bated breath for new ideas. The coronation of the emperor...especially when there are three heirs at the same time.

The door was pushed open, and a man dressed like a peacock strode into the room.

The man looks to be in his early thirties. His appearance and height are three points similar to those of young men, but he is seven points more handsome and four points more handsome.

Seeing the man entering the door, the two attendants seemed to grab a life-saving straw and pleaded with tears: "Lord Duke Lotaire! We really can't stop Your Majesty, please! Please advise Your Majesty! "

The handsome man known as the [Duke Lothair] motioned for his attendants to leave the room, and two attendants, such as the amnesty, stooped and walked backwards.

The handsome man closed the door, glanced at the lance leaning against the young man's side, then looked at the well-organized protective gear on the young man's body, and asked jokingly, "Are you going to personally Playing? Your Majesty?"

"I'm not Your Majesty." Only when talking to the handsome man did the young man smile a little, deliberately dragging a long voice: "Your Majesty."

The handsome man was shrugged, and happily asked: "I'm not a duke? Your grandfather and his old man are very strong."

The identity of the young man is self-evident-eldest son of the late emperor , who is entitled to claim one of the heirs to the throne, Henry of Blazing Sun Stronghold.

The handsome man is Henry's uncle, Louis, Duke of Lotaire, known as [handsome man Louis]. In private, though, people prefer to call him [Slutty Louie].

After a moment's pause, Louis Lotaire put away his casual attitude and asked, "Are you really going to play in person?
Henry stood up silently and started a simple warm-up.

His physique is slender and well-proportioned, with powerful and flexible limbs. It's a body that rivals a top gladiator, a reward for years in year out.

"You're really sure. ? The Duke of Little Lotaire seriously asked: "Once you step into the arena, there is no room for regrets. I don't want to see your mother and my elder sister sad." "

Louis and Henry are less than ten years apart in age and have grown up together. They are nominally uncle and nephew, but their actual relationship is closer to friends and brother.

For Henry In other words, even a compatriot is no closer than an uncle. So only Louis can ask these outrageous words, and only Louis's words are not outrageous.

“I don’t know. "Henry answered truthfully: "Because I haven't tried it either. "

"If that's the case, why take the risk?" Assign a Knight! There are a lot of people willing to play in your name. ”

Henry was just about to answer when suddenly, a thunderous cheer came from above the two of them.

The mountain cry out and sea howl-like cry even shook the wall. The fine dust floated down from the stone dome.

The little Duke Lothair brushed off the dust from his shoulders, and sighed with contempt and helplessness: "Hmph, Castile barbarian..."

The magnificent building above the two of them is the heritage of the ancient empire. The original name has not been verified. Today, people generally call it [Grand Arena] or [Limestone Arena].

Roughly speaking, the big The arena has been standing for thousands of years. Because it has been used, it has been well maintained and repaired.

As the only "ring theater" that can accommodate tens of thousands of people, the arena has almost undertaken All major public events of the Duchy of Tarlac and even Castile.

Every festival, mass, execution, competition, duel... Limestone, Duchy of Tarlac and the entire Castile The nobles and commoners of the city will flock here.

If the Cathedral of the Sacred Heart is the religious center of Castile, and the Regent King Palace is the political center of Castile, then the Colosseum is the Kas The glorious center of the Tyre Peninsula.

If you win here, you will win the Castile Peninsula.

However, the thunderous cheers in the arena at this moment are not dedicated to the Imperial Family, Not to Henry - it was to the Duke of Tarlac.

To celebrate the birth of the eldest son, the Duke of Tarlac spared no expense to hold this grand celebration.

In the emperor It was a serious offense, no doubt. But the Castilian nobles had always been known for their rebelliousness in the Empire, and the Imperial Family's face was worthless to them.

Even It can be thought that the Duke of Tarlac deliberately chose this occasion to celebrate the eldest son's birthday to show his contempt for the authority of the Sun Imperial Family.

“How many people are in the arena now? "Henry asked thoughtfully.

"At least twenty thousand. The Duke of Little Lotaire replied: "In addition to the large and small lords of Castile, there are many, many civilians... The limestone city has almost become an empty city, and everyone is here. ”

Henry heard this and looked up towards the dome.

He had a very strange feeling, although he could only see the darkness, he was convinced that under the thick slate On the other side, thousands of Castiles were waiting.

Henry closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The little Duke Lothair watched as he watched more than himself. The ten-year-old nephew, involuntarily held his breath.

"Come on. Expect others to fight for me..." The future emperor opened his eyes and raised his lance: "It is always impossible to conquer the Castiles. ”

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Imperial Calendar 560, early February [note: now]
wasteland
from Iron Peak At the time, Winters brought only one squad, less than 40 people.

His original plan was to visit the White Lions and make a deposit to relieve the financial bankruptcy of Iron Peak County.

But change was faster than planned, and Wasica brought news of Pierre, Berrian and the others.

So Winters entrusted his men to the little lions, only two with Wasica People infiltrated Jiangbei Province under the military government.

By the time Winters left Jiangbei Province, he had a huge convoy of more than 200 people under his command.

It's a good thing to get the old team back, but Wasika's flattery of "Hundred-Men Commander always gathers more and more" hits the horse's hoof.

After a brief negotiation, Winters decided The troops are divided into two groups:
The large troops bring the wounded with physical inconvenience - both the warriors who were injured in the process of suppressing the bandits, and the veterans who were disabled in the Battle of Great Wasteland last year - return to Iron Peak County on the same way;

According to the original plan, the small troop was accompanied by the little lion to the Chihe Department.

The small troop was led by Winters himself, but it was difficult for Winters to appoint who to command the large troop.

"What are you looking at me for? Lieutenant Colonel Moritz, as it should be by rights, said: "I'm not going to lead troops... Besides, I've always wanted to taste what kumiss is." "

"And trying to deceive me again. "Anna pretended to be angry: "I knew it. "

After much deliberation, there is only one suitable candidate left - Pierre Mitchell. There is no doubt that Pierre is an excellent choice, regardless of status and ability.

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But the problem is: Pierre doesn't want to.

"I want to go with you to the Chihe Department. Pierre begged firmly.

Looking at Pierre's pale cheeks, Winters couldn't bear to let Pierre sleep with him in the open air: "You are recovering from a serious illness, so you should go back to Tiefeng County first." Say goodbye to your body. "

"I'm not going to hold back, I'm already riding." "Pierre tried his best to straighten his body, and suddenly the conversation changed: "And who will command the homecoming team in my place, I have already thought about it. "

"Who? "Winters was curious.

"My father." Pierre said resolutely.

After a brief consideration, Winters shook the head: "I don't doubt the ability and prestige of old Mr. Mitchell." But he won't be relieved to leave you alone. "

"I'm going to convince him." Pierre answered firmly.

The dialogue then unfolded between father and son.

Face-to-face, equal talk, with no other participants, Pierre finally confided to the father Your true thoughts.

"father, I know that you still see Winters · Montagne's forces as rebels and bandits in the deepest of your hearts; Montagne was annihilated; I also know that Winters · Montagne has no money, no food, no soldiers, and the strength of Iron Peak County is like a puppy and a lion compared to Plato..."

Facing father's astonished Looking at the eyes, Pierre said a lot of reasons why "Montagne's bandits must be defeated". If you only listen to this part, it seems that Winters · Montagne will soon be defeated, and Pierre Mitchell has no doubts about this.

But in the end, Mr. Mitchell gave Mr. Mitchell an irrefutable conclusion: "But we have no turning back. "

Pierre stared into the father's eyes, and repeated word for word: "There is no turning back for us." "

"Do you still remember the story of Dunhe's hometown, Dussac--you told me when I was a child. More than a hundred years ago, the shattered shackles of the Dussacks rowed small boats, appearing and disappearing unpredictably in the upper reaches of the Shield River, robbing the emperor's official ship. Finally, the emperor flies into a rage and sends troops to encircle and suppress it. "

"What happened to those Dussacks? Dussac, who won the emperor, was conferred as Ataman! What about Dussack, who can't beat the emperor? They were all killed! "

"If Montagne big brother can hold Iron Peak, we have a chance of surrender; if Montagne big brother can lay new land, we have a chance of being re-accepted; but if Montagne big brother We lost, we lost, and we didn't even have a chance to give in. All that awaits us is the liquidation! All of our heads will be chopped off and exchanged for military exploits. "

"So, father, whether you like it or not, no matter what you think." "Pierre smirked and nailed the last nail: "There is no turning back for us. "

Gillard Mitchell was silent for a long time after listening to his son. When he spoke again, he seemed to be ten years older.

Old Mitchell said hoarsely: "Even so, you should go back to Wolf Town with me first. You and I have been away from home for so long, your mother must be looking forward to our return. "

"No. Pierre said firmly: "I can't go back now!" "

"You go home with me to take care of your health first, and other things can be discussed in the long run." "

"You don't understand!" father! Pierre's cheeks flushed with excitement: "I can't go back!" So much has happened in Iron Peak during the time I've been away! I can't take any credit! I missed so much! I was the Montagne big brother's lieutenant when I left Iron Peak. Go back now, I'm nothing! I can't go back, at least not now. "

"Captain Montagne will not forget you." "Gillard comforted his son: "He will take care of you. "

"You...still don't understand me..."

There was another silence.

"Then...what are you going to do?" "

"I'm staying with Montagne big brother." Pierre had already made up his mind: "father, please bring the others back to Iron Peak County. ”

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The personnel arrangement of the two teams is gradually clear.

Winters has repeatedly simplified, and finally decided to keep only 60 capable subordinates; All were commanded by Gillard and returned to Iron Peak County along the same route.

What's more interesting is that Father Kaman, who never gave Winters a good face, also told Mitchell to go to the Chihe Department. The low figure asked to go to the Chihe Department together.

Washka, old Sergey father and son also appeared in the team to the Chihe Department.

Washka was reluctant to buddy , the old Sergey is reluctant to bear his son, father and son are both good players in the Dussac, and Winters is happy to bring them.

The taciturn Bellion is the last person to find Winters.

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“Hundred-Men Commander. "Berion is as calm and calm as always: "Please take me with you too. "

"I also want you to go to the Chihe Department, but I'm worried that you will have an accident in the Chihe Department." " Winters expressed his own considerations: "And I promised Carlos that I would bring you back to Iron Peak County safely. "

"If that's the case, you should take me with you." Carlos is safe in Gervoudan, so I have nothing to worry about. To find out what might be iron ore in the Chihe Department, you'll need a connoisseur. "Berion paused for a while: "You have helped me and Carlos too much...and let me do something for you." ”

So the list of 60 people was finally finalized.

The team that went home was disappointed to learn that Berian was included in the list of 60 people. exhibit one's feelings in one's speech, The morale of the team heading to the Chihe Department was boosted.

“[The army relies on the stomach to fight]. ' Winters thought, 'The old marshal really didn't lie. ”

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Leaving Flying Feather Division winter ranch third day
wasteland
At dusk, the team was on a leeward hillside Set up camp.

As usual, everyone used the carts end to end to form a circle as a temporary fortification, put the horses outside to graze, and then went to fetch water, make fire, and prepare food.

There are no lights in the grassland, only a little campfire.

There is no moon tonight, and the stars are surprisingly bright.

Anna dressed up as a man, looking up at the stars until her neck became sore: "It's strange , I've never seen so many stars in Sea Blue. ”

For those who have never seen the vast Milky Way, seeing the Star Sea for the first time is definitely an indescribable shocking experience.

But since arriving in Parato, Winters has watched the stars There are countless experiences.

He coughed a few times, but finally did not suppress the desire to make inappropriate remarks: "If you can see it every day, it will not be surprising. "

Although the campfire's rays of light were dim, Winters was sure to see Anna glance at him.

Ana turned her head away, ignoring the spoiler.

A few steps away, the little lion stood beside Berrian's stewing pot, and began to talk about the "Hunting Sutra" with great interest.

"Hunting in the mountains is a method. Hunting in the meadows is another method. Falconry has the doorway of falconry, and dog-hunting has the skills of dog-hunting, but the most spectacular and most test of people is 'playing the fence'. Hed called the hunt 'Aba', and it was the most important thing of the year. "

The little lion said as he took the first bowl of meat just out of the pot from Berian, he couldn't help but praised: "Blacksmith, your ability is to serve as an official of the Great Khan." All wronged! "

Berrion smiled and thanked him and continued to serve soup to the others.

"We also hunt every year." " Wasika hurried back to the camp following the fragrance, and interjected: "The crops are collected in the fall, and the rabbits and foxes are hunted in the field. There is no straw or weeds, and there is no place for the rabbits and foxes to hide. One hit is a hit."

Wasika looked towards Winters curiously: "Hundred-Men Commander, do you Veneta hunt?"

This stopped Winters, he thought for a while, then smiled The author said: "I'm not quite clear about the customs of Veneta, but the people of the United Province hunt waterfowl every year, and some people specially keep hounds that are good at swimming."

Just as Winters couldn't help making inappropriate remarks Desire, when it comes to hunting, the little lion can't control the desire to brag. He shook his head pretending to be proven: "Compared with what I said about hunting, it can only be regarded as a child's game."

"Blowing so hard!" Wasika not to be outdone: "When will we get to see it?"

"Ten more days!" Lyon, another bowl.

He laughed happily: "The final paddock has been set at the very beginning, just go there - keep it and call you startled!"

It turns out that the little lion's Still conservative.

It didn't take ten days, only three days, Winters entire group touched the edge of the hunting ground.

[Chapter is not finished...so the first half of the chapter "The Oathbreakers in the Arena" and "Winters in Wasteland" look a bit torn.不过没有大碍，和下一章一起看就好]