Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 351

2021-10-21

Chapter 351 Hunting (6)

New hunting outfit with narrow sleeves and short jacket, silver bottom and red border, The workmanship and materials are fine, but Winters is a little ill-fitting.

Probably because the tailors expect the wearer to eat well, sleep well, and grow meat, so the hunting suits are made a little looser.

For quite some time, however, Winters neither ate nor slept well. So compared to when he just returned from wasteland, he lost a lot of weight.

"Hmm." Anna looked at Winters in confusion, standing beside her, standing far away, and even circled Winters several times.

At last, Anna came to a conclusion and asked with a small smile, "Why do I think you're a little more 'prettier' than when we first met?"

Winters didn't take it seriously, Because in Hai Lan, his reference is peers dressed as butterflies; while in Palato, most of the men around him are sloppy rough men.

“Only a little bit?” Winters stretched the corner of his shirt and said jokingly: “How about that compared to Lieutenant Colonel Moritz?”

Anna carefully smoothed the folds on Winters’ shoulders , half openly, half reluctantly said: "He is not as heroic as you!"

"...Thank you."

Anna returned to the inner room, and after a while, again He came out excitedly holding a "folded wooden board".

Glancing at the plank in Anna's arms, Winters realized what Ms. Navarre wanted to do.

Winters took four or five steps backwards, knocking over several objects in a row, showing resistance all over his body.

He begged bitterly: "Wait! Next time, how about next time? At least tell me in advance, so that I have a mental preparation."

Anna rarely showed her face Displeased: "Next time? You modeled for me once, still in sea blue! Was the shadow that modelling left you that deep?"

She dragged Winters back to the felt The center of the tent: "Don't show that kind of eyes! Don't look directly at me, turn your head a little bit! Put your right hand in your arms, don't move around. Hmm...it's too dark, can the skylight be opened?"

...

In order to allow Anna to record inspiration anytime, anywhere, Winters created a set of drawing tools that are easy to carry, following the structure of an atlas.

Although it still failed to solve the problem of pigment, Anna couldn't put it down if she got Supreme Treasure.

Traveling all the way and recording all the way, Winters' mailbox has been filled with Anna's drawings: the starry sky, the deserted wilderness, the antelope leaping high, the profile of the warrior staring at the bonfire...

The people who get involved -- including Anna herself -- don't realize they're making history.

When Anna faced the morning sun and drew concentrated attention completely to outline the ups and downs of the earth, Anna Navarre became the first painter to enter wasteland to gather and leave works in recorded history.

……

It suddenly became very lively outside the tent, with people shouting and laughing.

"I'll go and see what's going on!" Winters seized the opportunity, strode out of the tent, and asked loudly, "Who's making a noise?"

It was the little lion.

I found that Winters had taken a shower and changed into new hunting clothes. The little lion smiled and looked playful: "Oh? You already know?"

"Know what? ' Winters subconsciously frowned.

Before the little lion could explain, Wasika dragged a person and forced her to squeeze in front of Winters.

"Hundred-Men Commander!" Vashka's joy exhibited one's feelings in one's speech, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Look! Who's back!"

When she saw the face of the person who was wearing Wahikara, Winters was also very surprised: "Bell?!"

"Yes!" Bell grinned, but there were tears in his eyes: "Yes Me!"

"Why are you crying?" Winters hugged the little hunter and rubbed the latter's hair vigorously: "You are so tall, I almost don't recognize you! Where is little fellow? ?"

......

After the Great Wasteland Battle, Rhett cultivator, Bell and Ciel planned to collect the remains for Winters, and finally reunite with the still alive Winters.

When Winters returned to Palatu, Bell chose to stay in wasteland and continue to learn how to become a [Spiritual Whisperer] with the Great Shaman.

Bell is at least an inch taller than when they parted. Not only is he close to Winters in height, but his physique is also visibly firm with naked eyes.

Although he has not completely lost his childishness, he is no longer a "little hunter", but enough to be called a "hunter".

......

"Little fellow is in the camp in the north. I dare not bring him here, for fear of scaring the horse." Bell wiped his tears and smiled at the news: "You must be You'll be scared! Little fellow is already a big guy! Standing taller than a horse..."

Because Winters didn't allow Bell to name the lion cub, the lion cub has always been simply called "little" fellow".

As a result, over time, the lion cub remembered the name "little fellow", which made people didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Other mission members who were loading their vehicles at the rear of the camp heard the sound and arrived one after another.

When Pierre saw Bell, he rushed over and gave a bear hug. The two laughed and cried.

The warriors who had experienced the Great Wasteland battle also stepped forward to embrace Bell - Bell was Winters' messenger, and none of Winters' old subordinates did not know the little hunter.

Comrades-in-arms who lived and died together after a long absence, everyone has thousands of words to say in their hearts. In the end, they just held each other's hands tightly and silently patted each other's shoulders.

Self-imposed hard-hearted old Sergey, foul-mouthed, walked to no one and rubbed his eye sockets secretly.

"Don't delay your reminiscing." The little lion looked nauseous. As an outsider, he couldn't stay for a moment. He wanted to leave after a few words: "Montagne, I'll talk to you later in the evening."

"Wait." Winters stopped the little lion: "What more?"

"What else? Tomorrow's hunting of course!" Pretending to look up and down, he asked in surprise, "You don't know? Then you changed your clothes on purpose? Did you cleanse your body in advance?"

There were many people in the camp. walked into the tent with the lion cub.

"I don't know what you're talking about, and you don't know what I know, there's a misunderstanding." Winters blunt said, "So you'd better just pretend I don't know anything and explain completely. "

"It seems that you really don't know." The little lion restrained his smile and his expression became more serious: "I want to invite you to participate in tomorrow's 'shooting', and my brother agreed. Look at your attire, I thought he had told you in advance."

Winters noticed the change in the little lion's mood: "I am an outsider, can I also participate in the hunting of the Chihe Department?"

" Generally speaking, hunting without outsiders." The little lion pretended to be relaxed: "But who made this time a 'hunting of the Chihe Department'? You are a distinguished guest of the Chihe Department, my brother nodded, and the others did not say 'no' Qualifications.”

…

“That’s how it is.” Winters called his subordinates to one place and briefly explained: “The Chihe Ministry invited me to stay and watch the ceremony.”

Temporary venue absolute silence, everyone was somewhat surprised.

"Visit?" Wasika asked incredulously, "So...we can also enter that hunting ring?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Sergey was afraid that the blood wolf would not come to the stage, so he hurriedly told his son to shut up, and added: "The barbarian wants to invite the champion of Parato to watch the ceremony! It's not us, how can we let us go hunting too?"

......

Actually, when the little lion came to invite Winters, the Iron Peak County Mission was packing up and preparing to go home.

Winters arrives at Chihe with anticipation of hard negotiations, but the most important goal of the trip (the exchange of prisoners) is accomplished in an unexpected way.

The remaining two secondary objectives: trade routes and iron ore, the White Lion assigned two arrow officers to be in charge.

The archers of the Chihe Department are very active in the trade route, but have little interest in the possible existence of iron ore. They only agreed to provide Winters with ore samples and declined Winters' help in "field exploration".

Now that the purpose has been accomplished, Winters isn't going to stay long—he can't wait to go digging for gold.

While hunting for gold the other day, Winters nearly scoured the bottom of the valley. There are many dreams in the night, who knows if there will be new soil where the Hed people will happen to find the gold? The sooner you dig it out, the safer it will be.

So as soon as he returned to the camp from Qingqiu, Winters told his subordinates to "rest well tonight and leave tomorrow".

Some of the quick-handed members of the mission had to reload the things they had just unloaded from the carriage. They were busy loading the car when the lion came.

...

"What do you mean?" Pierre asked calmly.

Winters looked in the direction of Green Hill.

As it darkened, hunters guarding the felt walls set the torch on fire. Winters couldn't see inside the hunting pen, but the wild beast's whimper became clearer.

"I don't want to participate," Winters replied.

Everyone couldn't hide their disappointment. It's a pity not to get involved in such a grand hunt, and everyone feels a little regretful.

"But if I leave here, I may regret in the future, regret missing the opportunity to witness a major moment." At a certain moment, Winters' eyes dimmed: "Reid cultivator said, 'There are some wonders' It's amazing, if you don't look at it, it's gone'. Then stay and have a look, it's fine."

Few of the people present really understood what Winters was talking about, and most of them heard it in the clouds fog.

But everyone understood another thing, and Wasika asked tentatively, "You mean...you want to stay?"

"Yes." Winters nodded slightly.

"Then that...then we..." Wasika stammered: "We can too?"

After hearing this, many embassies The members suddenly changed from sculptures to living people, and their breathing accelerated involuntarily.

"Also."

Although old Sergey was still framing the other strings, he couldn't care about teaching his son at this moment: "Really? We Can you really participate?"

Winters smiled freely: "Maybe we won't have the chance to see such a large-scale hunt in the future. If you want to play, then go play. I Go and discuss with the little lion and let you enter with his subordinates."

The crowd cheering excitedly.

"Can only use bows? Let's not use muskets!" shouted Vashka with a smile on her face: "What if I don't know how to use bows and arrows?"

"The sound of gunshots rang out. , Aren't the deer and the sheep scared away?"

"Are you stupid? Can you run out of the hunting ring?"

At the same time, someone got interested and started talking I don't know the story of "Blood Wolf Kills Bear".

Old Sergey scolded after hearing a few words: "You are talking nonsense!"

"Why do you say I'm talking nonsense?" The storyteller was not convinced.

"I was there when the tribune of Montagne was hunting bears! Why don't I remember you!" Old Sergey said triumphantly, "Let me tell you, it was like this... ..."

Amid the noisy memories, longings, laughter and scolding, Winters quietly left the temporary venue.

Pierre chased him out of the temporary venue, accompanied Winters along a section of the road silently, and suddenly said, "You don't have to blame yourself."

Winters stopped. , turned and looked towards Pierre.

Pierre said in a deep voice: "It is not your responsibility to destroy the Chihe Department; it is not your responsibility to grow the Chihe Department."

"I don't Blame yourself, Pierre." Winters smiled, touched Pierre's arm, turned and looked towards Qingqiu's direction: "Of course I won't feel guilty for other people's mistakes."

"Rui De cultivator said on his deathbed, [If you don't think about the whole board, then you can't even take a corner of the board]." Winters' expression was grim: "I'm just thinking, Pierre. You say—are we Feed the lions with meat?"

The night was dark, and Qingqiu was completely submerged in the darkness, only the light of the fire was faintly discernible.

"No, Your Excellency. I believe—it's not that we're feeding the lions with meat." Pierre's eyes were sharp, his voice firm, his smile cruel and confident: "It's the lions that are feeding us meat. !”

[I haven’t finished it yet, sorry]
[For now, I will break the chapter here, and I owe an update (separate from the previous debt)]
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