Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 390

2022-01-06

Chapter 390 Storm (3)

As soon as Ciel's words came out, Winters instantly entered a spellcasting state.

But Karman was faster than Winters, leaping to the side of the Shire's steed with lightning speed, dragging the white-haired man off his horse.

The white-haired man fell heavily to the ground and let out a scream. Kaman grabbed the white-haired man's throat and pressed the white-haired man to the ground.

Winters thought Karman would execute without any mercy . However, after a few seconds, Kaman let go of his hand, stood up, and walked to the original standing position. The white-haired man struggled desperately, twitching on the ground, apparently still alive.

As he passed Winters, Kaman said coldly, "He's not."

Winters nodded: "Untie him."

Grey hair The ropes on the hands and feet were cut one by one, and the black cloth that covered the eyes of the white-haired man was also removed.

The throbbing flames pierced into the pupils, and the white-haired man who had been trapped in the dark for too long closed his eyes subconsciously, and the soldiers with bright armor, the tall and vigorous warhorses, and the bright doors and windows flashed past.

Someone grabbed the white-haired man by the shoulders and lifted him up, but the white-haired man couldn't stand by himself and fell down limply.

Not far away, there was a drake's voice talking: "...four carriages, parked by the roadside, I heard someone knocking on something... There is no mark on the car, and there is no Coat of arms, only long and short muskets, and this guy... who rammed his head into the car door and led me over..."

"Bring a few more people over and drive the carriage back."

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"Yes."

Consciously adapted to the light, the white-haired man covered his forehead, cautiously peeping all around through his fingers. When he looked up, he was met with a pair of dark eyes that reflected the fire.

The white-haired man peeps all around, and Winters is watching the white-haired man.

Ordinary people are kidnapped, even adult men have to show panic. The tall, thin, white-haired boy in front of him seemed to adapt to the situation quickly, pretending to be weak and weak, but in fact, his eyes rolled around and looked around, revealing a restless smell.

Winters likes cunning, but he hates cunning guys, and cunning and cunning are often only a pound of conscience.

The white-haired man was still thinking about what he was lying when he suddenly heard a chuckle.

"Huh." Winters patted Changfeng gently, patiently reassuring the somewhat impatient steed. He looked at the white-haired man and said, "I've seen this man."

Charle startled: "Have you seen?"

"He's a waiter at the hotel. Just arrived at Steel. That day, he showed up once." Winters narrowed his eyes: "Bring me the hotel foreman."

...

The hotel foreman couldn't help but be caught in the yard, just now Wanting to scold some swear words, I saw my nephew sitting paralyzed in front of the horse, and then turned around and saw the human corpses in the open space.

The foreman, who was so exquisite, couldn't say a complete sentence. His face was blue and white, and his lips were trembling.

Standing for a while, the foreman stepped forward in three and two steps, grabbed his nephew's collar, and slapped his nephew twice.

The white-haired man--the boy named Roger pursed his bloody lips and said nothing, his cheeks high and swollen.

After both slaps and slaps, the foreman stood for a while, and then slapped his nephew with his rounded arms in frustration. When he was about to slap the fourth, he couldn't let go no matter what. .

At the end, the foreman let go of his nephew, straightened his messed up hair and clothes, walked to Winters' horse, and saluted respectfully: "Are you going out? Your Excellency."

" You don't ask me why I arrested you." Winters no longer pretended to be an imperial nobleman, and asked the foreman in common language with a big laugh: "It's interesting to ask me if I want to go out."

"I know everything without saying anything. It counts as ability." The foreman face doesn't change: "It counts as ability if you can help your Excellency."

Winters jumped over the foreman and asked the white-haired man directly: "Green eyes, blond hair, any impression? "

Two lines of sight were directed towards the white-haired man, one from Winters and the other from the hotel foreman.

Whitehead Roger reluctantly nodded.

"What's that person's name?"

"I don't know."

"Look one by one and tell me if you know the corpse. People."

Charle and another guard held Roger the Whitehead and let him recognize the bodies one by one.

The white-headed Roger is just a news dealer at the bottom of the Steel Castle. I have never seen such a scene of corpses.

"Do you know anyone?"

"No." White-headed Roger swallowed a mouthful of saliva, only feeling cold in his hands and feet, and a chill in his chest: "I don't know them, That green eye was also the first time I saw it. I only know a black-faced man, I sold him news, and he tied me up."

"Come on?" Winters raised an eyebrow.

Roger seems to have caught a life-saving straw, and nodded vigorously: "Mrs. Balboa asked me to deliver a letter to Mr. Lucner, and when I came out of Mr. Lucner's house, I ran into a black face and green eyes. Together. Blackface knocks me out, and I'm already here when I see it again! My lord, I really don't know anything!"

Winters found the white-haired guy a little quick-witted , Although he was terrified to see the dead body, his speech was more fluent and organized.

"Where did you see the green eyes?" Winters flexed his wrists.

"North City, Mana Street."

Winters stabbed the horse's ribs lightly, urging Changfeng to walk out of the courtyard, pointing at Roger the Whitehead: "Take him too. "

"My lord! Please..." The hotel foreman turned pale in fright and hurriedly stopped in front of Winters' horse, reaching for Chang Feng's reins.

Changfeng has a violent temperament, and strangers will be kicked if they approach it carelessly. How could it be possible for a half-hundred old man to grab the bridle. Seeing that someone dared to reach out to him, Chang Feng immediately bit down fiercely.

Luckily, Winters was quick to pull the reins, forcibly holding on to Changfeng.

The hotel foreman dodged battered and exhausted, narrowly avoiding two rows of front teeth. However, he just came back to his senses, and immediately threw himself in front of Winters' horse.

The hotel foreman asked anxiously, "Sir, are you going to Beicheng?"

Winters tilted his head and looked towards the hotel foreman, waiting for the latter to take the initiative to speak. .

"The old city is hard to get through!" The foreman of the hotel stabilized his mind and said everything he knew: "Sheriff Dutton has blocked the road! All the 'free people' in the southern city are rushing to Republic Street! Sheriff Dutton wants to keep the mob out of the South City, and won't let the mob come in to loot and set fire. You can't get through!"

Winters was not persuaded, but still restrained Changfeng: "I am You have to go out, not in."

"Even if you can cross the Republic Street, can you go to the old city? Who knows what the old city looks like now? Even if you can pass through it safely. The old city, how much time will it take to go around the Rose Lake in a big circle?" The hotel foreman clenched the teeth: "I have a way to get you to Beicheng faster, that is... just take some risks."

...

Fuller had a short but wonderful dream:

In the dream, the embargo was overturned, and his arms business made a lot of money. But he did not stop there, but continued to expand and annex those small workshops.

Three years have passed, and he has become the biggest workshop owner in Steelcastle. Whether it is Paul Wupper or John Servette, they all have to look at their faces and look up to him.

Also! And that Granach Baron! The steel castle ordnance business is all in his own hands, and Granasi Baron has to buy it at whatever price he sets!
haha, isn't that a Baron? I do too!

Wait, Baron...

Fuller snapped to his senses, looking around in shock.

There is no luxury bed, no fine food, he sits in a carriage, the carriage drives past the stone pavement and makes a screeching sound - just like the sound of counting gold coin Silver Coin.

There is a beauty, and she is indescribably beautiful, but Fuller dare not give birth to any blasphemous heart.

"Are you awake, Mr. Fuller?" the beauty asked softly, "do you feel any discomfort?"

Fuller stood up abruptly, but fiercely hit the roof of the car . Disregarding the pain, he twisted his body and bowed in a funny posture: "Madam."

"You should have seen it." Anna smiled and extended the hand: "I am not Mrs. Baron, You can just call me...Anna."

Fuller wiped away his sweat: "Don't dare, don't dare."

Anna asked with concern: "What do you have now? Is it uncomfortable?"

Fuller then remembered that he had been begging Baron to take him with him just a moment ago, why did he go to the carriage as soon as he woke up from a dream?
"My head hurts a little." Fuller rubbed the back of his head, recalling the wonderful dream, and said a little sorry: "But to say something else, hehe, I still feel a lot easier..."

Anna Wei nodded with a smile: "That's good."

"Madam, where are we going?"

"The hotel accommodation is no longer safe. Mr. Covillian will take us to a safer and more secluded place."

"Oh...Aiya!" Fuller exclaimed, "Baron!"

"You don't have to worry." Anna reassured Fuller at a glance at what was on her mind: "Mr Granach asked me to tell you that he will ask Mr. Schmid to bring your family to the hospital. Mr. Schmid is in the house of Mead."

Fuller listened silently, his eyes were a little red for some reason, he said bitterly with a smile: "I thought Lord Baron would simply Leave me alone...I'm worthless anyway..."

"Actually." Anna let out an imperceptible sigh and said sadly, "Mr. Granache is a very gentle person."

Fuller thought for a while, but he couldn't relate the words "killing without blinking an eye" to the word "gentleness" anyway, but he still laughed: "Yes, yes... Lord Baron Where is he now?"

"He." Anna turned her head slightly and looked out the car window, preventing Fuller from seeing the emotion in her eyes: "He's doing what he thinks must be done. ”

......

Like a musket spewing gunpowder smoke, the two huge wolf dogs spewed hot and humid white mist, spread their claws, and flew ecstatically over the ice lake.

The front half of the wolfhound is tied with a harness, and the harness extends out of the rope, which is connected to an ice sled that has been dismantled to only the skeleton.

Only in a single coat, Winters crouched on a small sled, struggling to keep his balance.

Behind the sled that Winters was on, there was another sled tied with twine. The sled behind was not seated, but carried Winters' full set of armor and weapons.

Winters also had two ropes wrapped around his left hand, and the two ropes in his hands stretched all the way behind him, into the night, and connected to the reins of Changfeng and another black horse with a white nose.

Two horses followed Winters twenty meters behind, running with the sled.

The sound of hoofs behind him was like drumming, but Winters was more concerned with the long echoes of his feet.

The echo was different from the crisp sound of ice cubes breaking, but like the tremor of broken strings, and like marbles rolling on glass.

Whatever it is like, for Winters it means the Death God is approaching.

Ice moaned.

In places where naked eyes can't see, in the depths of the ice layer, the ice crystals have finally produced tiny cracks because of the stress beyond the limit.

The accumulated stress finally had a gap to release, and the cracks quickly extended in both directions, even spanning the entire lake in the blink of an eye, making the already unstable ice layer even more on the verge of collapse.

But Winters couldn't control that much, he couldn't decide if the ice would break, where, and when.

All he had to do was focus his absolute attention, not letting go of any abnormal noise, ready to abandon the car or cut the rope at any time.

In addition to Winters, there are four other sets of sleds on the lake.

Other sleds carry one person or two people, similar in arrangement to Winters' sleighs, in that people and equipment are separated, and the horses are placed far behind with ropes.

The difference is that the sled dogs used in other sleds are specialized dogs that have been trained. But the hotel foreman found only six puppies, and Winters' two unnamed wolf dogs had to be put on the shelves.

In order to avoid risks to the greatest extent, the five groups of sleds are so far apart that they can hardly see each other.

Only the constant screeching of skating blades across the ice let Winters know that his men were also fast approaching the North Shore.

A straight line is the shortest between two points.

The so-called method of the hotel foreman, Covilian, is to cross the ice lake directly to the North City.

Sailboats in summer and sleigh rides in winter are the most common way of travel for people of Steel Castle.

But it is now the end of winter, and the ice lake will even collapse on its own when there is sufficient sunlight at noon, and then freeze again when the temperature drops at night.

In this way, the ice becomes so unstable that it is impossible to bear the weight of the snowmobile.

So what Covillian gave Winters was a "sled," a square board on top and two skating knives on the bottom.

The entire sled is at worst than the washbasin, and it's more of a toy than a vehicle.

But it was this toy-like bauble that brought Winters, Karman, Shire, old Schmid, two guards, and a full set of armored weapons to the North Shore without a hitch.

Arriving on the North Shore together, the hotel foreman, Covillian and Roger the Whitehead - in order to prove the feasibility of crossing by sleigh, Covillian, who was over half a century old, drove in on a sleigh. ice lake.

After the short and long journey, Covillian dragged the sled to shore exhausted.
In order to lose weight, the people on the sleigh wore very little clothes, and they all survived the cold. . The constant terrifying sound of the ice layer also frightened the half-old man. He slumped on the beach and couldn't stand up for a long time.

The white-headed Roger was also shivering with the cold. He scrambled to find clothes and wrapped them around Covillian.

Although Kevilian had all kinds of complaints and reproaches in his heart, he couldn't say anything at the moment. The uncle and nephew stared at each other, staring blankly at the lake.

Winters searches along the beach and soon finds Covillian and Roger.

Covillian saw that "Baron" was safe and sound, and when the stone in his throat fell, he stood up and greeted: "Your Excellency..."

Winters helped The foreman of the hotel: "You helped me a lot, but I also need to borrow your nephew for a while."

Covillian hesitated.

"Relax." Winters looked towards the white-haired youth: "I will send him back completely."

 …

[Steel Castle North City]
[Este Mansion]
Esther Mansion has now become a battlefield.

The well-maintained gardens of six full-time gardeners are burning, and the flames are spreading all directions with the help of the wind.

In the southwest corner of the garden, a towering spruce has been engulfed by a red snake, like a huge torch, piercing the night in all directions.

The outer sect of Esther Manor was easily breached, and the towering courtyard walls were useless.

The guards of the White Eagle wanted to use the complex terrain of the manor to ambush the attackers, but when the blades crossed, they were surprised to find that the attackers were not less familiar with the manor than their own.

All directions are gunshots and flames are everywhere. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

"How dare you!" Outside the main entrance, a one-eyed guard fought with one against three, shouting fiercely: "Dare to attack the Ester family!"

A Saracen-style machete was danced around by the one-eyed guard. The water couldn't get in, and the three assassins couldn't help him for a while. Instead, they were forced to retreat step by step by the fierce attack of the one-eyed guard.

But no amount of one-eyed guards could stop the other assassins from smashing the high windows and leaping into the main hall.

A masked man who was standing behind him from the beginning to the end walked towards the main entrance: "Get out of the way."

The three assassins who were fighting with the one-eyed guards heard this and quickly backed away. The one-eyed guard pulled away.

The masked man held the one-eyed guard in the distance and clenched it tightly: "[Ancient language] Shattered bones!"

The one-eyed guard's body suddenly trembled, and the only remaining The one eye was instantly stained with blood, and then the bones of his whole body made a jaw-dropping deformation sound. The bones of his hands, arms, tibia, cervical spine, and spine twisted and twisted unnaturally as if they had collapsed. In the blink of an eye, the body turned into a freak.

The most terrifying thing is that the One-Eyed Guard didn't die immediately, his lips trembled, and a terrifying wailing came from his throat intermittently.

An assassin stepped forward and killed the One-Eyed Guard with a single strike—if the blob could still be called the One-Eyed Guard.

The masked man waved his hand, and the assassins, who were blocked by the one-eyed guard, swarmed into the main entrance.

The masked man walked over to the twisted body of the one-eyed guard and looked down. Is he smug? Still mourning silently?
His face is hidden behind a mask, and no one knows what he thinks. When he puts on the mask, he loses his ego and his personality and becomes the embodiment and agent of another power.

The drum-like sound of horses' hooves became clearer and clearer from far to near. According to the pre-arrangement, the people on the periphery should intercept the comers.

However, the sound of hoofs seemed to be unhindered, flying across the long street without delay, approaching Este Manor as fast as lightning.

A few breaths later, the sound of hoofs appeared behind the masked man.

The masked man looked back in horror, and a white horse like a Silver Dragon leaped high and flew over the flaming bushfire wall, like thunder and rapids, and rushed straight towards himself.

The masked man extended the hand and chanted loudly.

However, instead of power, the void returned a curse of terrifying and phantom pain beyond his limit.

Fortunately, the phantom pain only lasted for a very short period of time, cold light flashed, and the head of the masked person was separated.

At the end of the flight to the sky, the masked man finally saw clearly:
There were two people sitting on horseback.

(end of this chapter)