Iron Powder and Spellcaster

It was late at night, but the Red Pine Manor was not silent.

After the Veneta people finished eating and drinking, they went back to rest, but the Hed people's banquet would not end like this.

After checking the preparations one last time, Winters dragged his exhausted body and fell on the bed. He just wanted to take a moment to rest, but he couldn't fall asleep at all.

It wasn't because he was nervous, but because it was too noisy - the Hud people seemed not happy just eating and drinking, and began to play drums and sing songs again.

Winters was a light sleeper and couldn't fall asleep at the slightest sound - the sleep state of spellcasters was generally poor - not to mention the non-stop noise pollution of the Hurds. -

He lay on the bed and tossed and turned for a long time, but no matter what, he just couldn't fall asleep. Several times, as soon as one foot stepped onto the threshold of dreamland, I was pulled out by the sound of drums and singing outside the house.

After being woken up several times while half asleep, Winters became increasingly angry. He wanted to brew some herbs to help him drink, but after groping for a long time, he remembered that he had already given all the herbs to Kalman.

Winters was so angry that he threw the pillow to the ground: "[Incompetent and angry vulgar words]! What are you doing if you don't sleep in the middle of the night!"

Instead of sleeping at all, Winters put on his coat, kicked open the door, and angrily approached the old man Hestas, who was vaguely the spiritual leader of the group.

"Are you also coming to our banquet? Mr. Montagne?" Herstace sat beside the campfire contentedly, looking at the dark-faced Winters with a smile.

Seeing this old man Hurd, Winters became extremely angry. In a state of neurasthenia, his rationality could no longer restrain the urge to curse: "Why don't you take advantage of the opportunity to have a good rest before setting off?"

Hearing Winters' vulgar words, Hestas was not angry, and still smiled: "The banquet must be completed. In the language of our Hed people, the word 'banquet' is composed of 'eat' and 'eat'" Made up of two words, 'laughter', just having a big meal is not enough. Banquets are an important part of the lives of the Hud people, and these children have never attended a banquet since they were sold here."

He stretched out his hand to stop hitting the smiling man, and Winters was too embarrassed to say bad words again.

Beside the bonfire, several Hed men danced, and Hestas looked at the dancers beside the fire in fascination.

Completely different from the ballroom dance in Veneta, the dance the Herds were dancing was fierce and unrestrained. In Winters' view, it's more of a show of physical fitness than a dance.

The Hurd men kicked the ground, swung their arms and beat their chests and calves. They squatted or jumped up, completing difficult dance moves one after another.

Even Winters, who came with anger, was distracted by this unrestrained and intense dance.

"This is the 'Curvaletta'." Hestas said in a daze: "To the Dance of the Styx."

"River Styx? What is it?" Winters asked with some uncertainty.

"It is the river that separates the living and the dead. In our legend, after the dead cross the Styx, they can never return to the world." Hestas said lightly: "Young people, what they are dancing is to rush to the river of death." Dance. We are determined to die, but please keep your promise and return the women and children to the land of the Hurds."

Winters was silent: "I never trust promises and oaths, but all I can give you is a promise. If I am still alive, I will personally arrange for them to return home. If I die, the commander of the Serbian Tibetan Army will be responsible for this matter , I have left him a letter."

"I trust you because I know you are a person with a sense of honor." Hestas sighed and said: "Just send the women and children back. For a tribe, nothing is more important than women and children, even if All the men are dead, but as long as the women and children survive, the tribe will soon return to prosperity."

"But how can it be done if there are no men in the tribe to protect them?"

Hestas smiled: "The Heds here are all from different tribes. Many of them were originally enemies. When they return to the grassland, they will naturally return to their relatives."

"Who are you exactly?"

"Me? I'm just a shaman without a tribe." Hestas changed his sitting position and no longer looked at Winters: "It's just that in the land of foreigners, I found my own tribe again. "

Winters' heart moved, and he also sat down and asked: "Do you mean the magician by the shaman?"

"No, the shaman is just a person responsible for communicating with the gods. As for the magician you mentioned... there are no magicians among the Hed people."

"But you can indeed do things that others can't do, right?" Winters kept asking: "I saw it, you made the oil spontaneously ignite. You will never be able to do this if you are not skilled enough in the fire technique."

"Some shamans can indeed do things that others cannot." Hestas said calmly: "But these are gifts from the gods. The gods have chosen us so that we can use these abilities."

Winters slapped his thigh hard. It was the first time he came into contact with another magical system. His voice was trembling: "Then what is your training model? I mean...how did you choose those How do children who are gifted by God grow their abilities?"

Hestas looked at Winters with a half-smile, but said nothing.

There are magical users in this world, and there are many magical users in the Catholic Church. The Sanwu Association does not agree with the existence of gods, but the effects of divine magic are real, which makes the godless theory of the alliance's spellcasters inconsistent.

In this regard, there is a hypothesis circulating in the Magic Warfare Bureau: that divine magic users are also spell casters, but their system of using caster abilities is different from alliance spell casters.

But this hypothesis can only remain an assumption. Divine magic is a secret that is not taught by the Catholic Church. The Magic War Bureau cannot know the content of the magical system, nor can it find the priest's autopsy.

But now, Winters discovered that similar magical systems also exist among alien races outside of "civilization." People who pride themselves on being civilized do not believe that there can be magical users and magicians among the wild nomads, but the old man in front of him can obviously use abilities similar to magical arts.

Maybe we can use this exotic magic to break the system of the Catholic Church's magic. Thinking of this, Winters was almost trembling with excitement.

But the thin, dark old man in front of him looked at Winters with a smile and said nothing.

Looking at the other party's half-smiling mouth and playful eyes, Winters was discouraged. Since the Catholic Church strictly keeps the secrets of divine magic, so do the Hedian shamans.

"You can't say that, right?" Winters sighed.

"I can tell you, but can you keep it a secret for me?"

Suddenly feeling energetic again, Winters nodded repeatedly: "Yes, of course I can."

"Yeah, I can too."

Winters, who was choked and speechless, stood up, patted the dirt and grass clippings on his pants, and said angrily: "You go on, I want to go back to sleep."

"Young man, why do you need to sleep for so long while you are alive? You will sleep forever after you die." Hestas looked very happy now.

"Yes, if you don't sleep well while you are alive, you will naturally be buried in the soil and sleep forever." Winters immediately pushed back. He suddenly thought of something again and asked the old man with a strange expression: "I said, you guys The meat has been eaten, the wine has been drunk, and the dancing has been performed. According to this atmosphere, will the next step be..."

He didn't say specifically what it was, but he made a half-fist with his left hand, and then inserted it a few times with the middle finger of his right hand.

Winters would never have acted in such an obscene manner under normal circumstances, but not only was he suffering from a nervous breakdown, but he was also in a very bad mood. The dam of reason has burst, and now he just wants to disgust the old bastard in front of him.

Hestas smiled and replied calmly; "I think so."

"Tomorrow we are going to risk our lives against the Tanirians. If your people don't have a good rest tonight, drinking, dancing and sunrise, how the hell will you still have the strength to fight tomorrow?" The old man's attitude made Wen Wen Tes was furious.

Unexpectedly, the old shaman didn't feel dissatisfied at all, and said openly: "The men are going to risk their lives tomorrow. Do you think it's okay not to let them have some tenderness with women for the last time? None of them may be able to come back tomorrow, so naturally they have to Find a way to pass on your bloodline. The same goes for you. If you die tomorrow, your bloodline will be cut off. Don’t you feel sorry? Well... If you want, I can also help you pull the strings. I think there are some women who are interested in your good figure."

If it were Winters who was usually a virgin, he would have blushed to the roots of his ears by now. However, Winters, who was sleep-deprived, had his body taken over by another personality. He viciously retaliated: "You Hud shamans are still responsible for pulling the strings." .skin strips?”

"It's normal for women to be attracted to men, just like men to be attracted to women. If a girl wants you, it means you are attractive, which is a compliment to you." The old shaman Hestas said with a natural expression.

Winters suddenly realized: Either the old man's face had reached a certain level, or the old man's mental state had surpassed him by several levels.

Anyway, no matter how vicious his words were, they couldn't hurt the old man in the slightest.

"You are very tall and your body looks very strong. You seem to be a Chosen One. Bringing the blood of the Chosen One is a great thing for my tribe. Let better bloodlines be passed on. Is that wrong?" The old shaman asked seriously: "If you don't need a good horse to breed a mare, why should you use a poor horse to breed it?"

The old man's serious fallacies and rainbow farts made Winters, who had a vicious personality, unable to speak. Winters blushed and retorted: "Humans are human beings! Not beasts!"

"There is no difference between humans and animals." Hestas said with a smile: "Good people are the best animals, and bad people are the worst animals. Stallions in the horse herd are competing for mating rights all the time. In the tribe, Men in China also want to pass on their bloodline. People are just animals, there is not much difference."

"Humans and animals are different." Winters wanted to retort, but he suddenly felt that the strength of this sentence was too low.

Look at the living conditions of these Hurd slaves and Senas indentured slaves. Are they really treated as human beings by the Kalman family? They are human beings, but they are also upright animals, and their ownership is not even their own.

"Humans also have animal instincts, but unlike animals, humans can suppress their instincts." Winters knew that such words would not convince the other party. He thought for a while and said with a smile: "I have a good friend who is taller and stronger than me. He has ape-like arms and long legs, a tiger's back and a wasp's waist. He is also a top swordsman. If there is a chance in the future, I will introduce him to you for breeding. "

The old shaman nodded happily.

Thinking of Axel, Winters not only let out a long sigh. But only a month and a half has passed, and life in the military academy already seems like a dream.

Two months ago, I would never have imagined that two months later, I would be hiding in an enemy island on the sea, and leading a small group of slaves and remnants to fight the enemy desperately.

What is Axel doing now?

Winters had lost his temper, not even the thought of anger. All he felt was fatigue.

He bowed to Mustas, and the old shaman straightened his back and accepted it calmly.

Winters turned and left, returning to his temporary residence.

With a kick of his boots, he fell onto the bed and soon fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, or where he came from, Winters entered a gladiatorial arena, carrying a shield and a spear, while the people next to him were applying olive oil to his body.

Apply olive oil starting from the feet, then the waist, then the chest, and then...where the hell are you touching it!

The thing you apply olive oil to...is your hand? It's the hand! Very hot, very soft...not a man's hand, but a woman's hand!

Winters suddenly woke up from his deep sleep and pushed the strange woman away from him - a Hurd woman really entered the room!

After being woken up for the second time, Winters was shocked and angry. He was so angry that he had an overwhelming urge to get up. He was so furious that he did not hesitate to use the booming technique to yell: "Get out!"

The strange woman who fell to the ground was frightened by the deafening explosion, and then ran out screaming. The whole manor probably heard this roar, and the singing and drumming of the Hurds outside the house stopped.

Exhausted, Winters fell back on the bed with the ringing in his ears and slept soundly. This time, no one dared to disturb him.

——Cut——

On the other side of the sea, in Guitu City, is the Army Command Headquarters of the United Provinces Republic.

Axel, who was working the night shift, was awakened by a knock on the door.

A senior stood anxiously at the door of the duty room and said out of breath: "Three to zero unanimous vote passed... condemnation... mobilization order... war budget..."

The senior swallowed, struggled to regain his breath, and held Axel's arm tightly: "...We...we are also going to send troops."

——Cut——

In the Hurd people's longhouse, the half-grown boy who ambushed Winters waited on Hestace and lay on the grass.

"Don't follow me tomorrow. The Veneta people will send you back to the grassland and protect your sister back to find your brother." Even when the two of them were alone, Hestas still spoke in stiff Continental.

"[Herd] I am no longer a child, I can also kill people." The young man said unconvinced.

Hestas hit the young man on the head with his withered hand: "Speak the language of the Two-Legged People, don't speak our language. When you get home, you will also practice the language of the Two-Legged People from time to time... It's a pity. I won’t be able to practice with you then.”

"[Common Language] Those two-legged people just want to take advantage of us." The young man also said in blunt mainland Chinese: "I don't understand why you want to make a deal with them, and... you still have a quarrel with that guy. Ershitaxi ceremony..."

"Silly boy, do you want to be a slave on this island for the rest of your life? Do you still remember what the grassland is like? If you wait until your children are born, they will be complete slaves." Hestas rubbed the boy's hair: "This is your best chance to return to your homeland. If we don't pay the blood price, even if the Veneta people capture this island, they will not give us our freedom."

The young man said "Oh".

"I know you are not convinced, you are not convinced by the two-legged people." Hestas said earnestly: "There is nothing to be dissatisfied with. We did lose, otherwise we would not be here. I will teach you their language, that is I want you to be able to learn their knowledge. Only by learning from those who defeated us will the defeat be not in vain, and your children will not be enslaved like us..."

Outside, the Hurd man in charge of the finishing touches extinguished the bonfire.

The feast is over, and all that remains is blood and fire.

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