Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 387

   Chapter 387 Airflow

   In the blink of an eye, Kaman approached the green-eyed blond man at a speed that Winters could barely react, and stabbed the latter's Adam's apple with his sword, and shoved the second half of the green-eyed man's words back into his throat.

   An urgent and merciless elbow directly shattered the green-eyed man's sternum.

   Until this moment, the sound of Ernst Fuller, who lost his support, falling down did not reach the ears of others.

  It was also until this moment that Winters, Winters' guards and the four masks regained consciousness and made the next move.

  Kaman had killed, and Winters did not hesitate to enter the spellcasting state.

   However, the feedback from the third hand was not the familiar phantom pain, but an indescribable and unbearable tearing pain.

The sudden, unbearable and severe pain seemed to tear Winters to shreds. s.

   Winters shivered and struggled to get up, but for a few seconds, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

   "Leave me alone." Winters propped himself on the ground, gritted his teeth, pushed the guards away, and tried his best to point in the direction of the masked man: "Kill them."

   Nine times out of ten, the masked man is a court mage. The duel between the casters was only in seconds, and Winters didn't know if it was too late.

   However, he saw a strange scene: the four masked people also all fell to the ground, obviously suffering great pain, the most serious one screamed like suffocation, and kept twitching.

   And Kaman was holding the collar of a masked man and smashed the latter's Adam's apple with a clean punch.

   There were more cluttered footsteps approaching, not in the direction of the hotel—the green-eyed man and other helpers.

  Winters staggered and stood up, feeling the strength of his limbs recovering a little, he drew his sword and ordered his subordinates sharply: "Go back!"

The   guard was stunned for a moment, then nodded his head through gritted teeth, and strode towards the hotel.

   And at this time, Kaman is already "processing" the third masked person.

Although    Winters' limbs were still a little unruly, his mind was unprecedentedly clear. He had already figured out what was going on in one breath, and hurriedly stopped Kaman: "Stay alive!"

  Kaman looked up at Winters, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his voice was full of anger: "Not one of them!"

   Before he finished speaking, he twisted the neck of the third masked man.

   Winters roared reluctantly and met the enemy behind with his sword.

   All kinds of changes happened in an instant, the old Schmid and Fuller have not recovered, Winters has been in close combat with the later enemy.

   It wasn't until blood splattered him that Fuller realized he wasn't dreaming. The white fat man woke up in an instant and cried like he was dying, "Killing!!"

   It doesn't matter if you shout, it immediately attracts the attention of others.

  Old Schmid was so angry that he slapped the Fuller boy in the face, put the latter under his arm, and staggered to the hotel by the lake.

   In addition to the four masked men, green eyes also brought more than a dozen swordsmen. As soon as they realized that something was wrong, these swordsmen who had been ambushing around to prevent their target from escaping immediately surrounded them.

As soon as    Winters crossed swords with the enemy, he immediately understood that it was all good players.

   The sword arm that met Winters was powerful and aggressive. Taking advantage of the length of the swift sword in his hand, he ignored Winters' counterattack and stabbed at Winters' vital point.

   Winters' cane sword does not have a sword grid that can lock the opponent's weapon, and Winters has no time to entangle with the opponent.

   In the blink of an eye, Winters "seized" the fleeting opportunity and directly grabbed the opponent's sword with his cloak on.

   He firmly held the blade in his hand, not letting it move at all.

   The opponent was startled at first, instead of abandoning his sword, he drew his sword and retreated.

   In a single thought, a terrifying wound appeared on Winters' palm, and his stick and sword pierced through the opponent's chest.

   Winters was not reluctant to fight. Before the other swordsmen approached, he quickly opened the distance, leaving the other side clutching his wound and falling to the ground.

   Surrounded by more swordsmen, Winters urgently needed to restore his spellcasting ability, but he did not dare to enter the spellcasting state easily.

  At this moment, Kaman dealt with the last masked man and supported Winters non-stop.

   Unlike Winters, Kaman has no temptation or confrontation. His fighting method is simple, rough and direct. His movements are as dexterous as a big cat, but the power contained in his fists is as terrifying as a bear.

   The opponent's swift sword stabbed, Kaman directly used his arm to push away, followed by approaching the opponent at an unparalleled speed, smashing the opponent's sternum or Adam's apple with a punch.

   seems to be a life-changing injury, but Kaman seems to not care about the injury at all, just avoid some key points.

When    Winters dealt with the second enemy, Kaman had dealt with three swordsmen in a row - unarmed.

   Witnessing Kaman's "combat at all costs" and "unimaginable hand-to-hand combat skills" to kill his companions in succession, a swordsman suddenly woke up and shouted like crazy: "You are...you are..."

   Before he could finish speaking, the swordsman suffered a heavy blow to the lower jaw. The swordsman fainted on the spot, and was kicked by Kaman to break his cervical spine.

   The swordsmen who are still alive have discovered: the guy with the sword, they can't solve it for a while; the guy with bare hands, they can't deal with it.

   No one has the courage to finish such a mortal battle.

   One swordsman turned and ran away, followed by the other swordsmen who ran in other directions without hesitation.

   Winters and Kaman didn't say a word, and pursued them separately. Kaman Rabbit rose and fell, knocking down two fleeing enemies in a row.

   "Can you use spells?" Winters yelled.

  Kaman growled and replied, "That's it!"

  The enemy has already run out of the casting radius of the cracking spell, Winters did not hesitate, tore off two clothes buttons, and directed two consecutive arrows at the back of the nearest enemy, who staggered and fell.

   Immediately afterwards, he threw a cane sword at another fleeing enemy. The swordsman who had run more than a dozen steps was pinned directly to the ground.

When Lord   The Baron and his personal priest were fighting against the strange swordsman, old Schmidt carried Fuller and ran desperately to the bright lakeside building.

   However, old Schmidt was no longer as strong as he used to be, and Fuller was so fat that he was caught up before he ran a few steps.

   Fatty White Fuller heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, knowing that he couldn't run away, he suddenly broke away from "Uncle Schmidt"'s arm, and wailed and rushed towards the swordsman - also by drinking alcohol.

   "The forge is lost." Fuller howled: "I'm not alive either!"

   The swordsman was caught off guard, was hit by a full chest, and fell to the ground. The Swift Sword in his hand plunged into Fuller's thigh and came out through the fat.

  Fuller suddenly screamed like a pig.

  The swordsman wanted to push the fat man away from him, but suddenly he was hit **** the head, and he let out a low growl in pain.

   Old Schmid held up the triangular stone he found on the lake beach, and hit the swordsman's head with a savage blow, giving the swordsman a scoop.

  Then the old blacksmith helped the boy from the Fuller family and stumbled to the stone building by the lake.

   was another series of footsteps, but this time it was not the swordsman who was chasing, but Winters who came to protect the two.

   Seeing the baron coming, old Schmid seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to the ground panting. It doesn't matter, it affects Fuller's wound again, and the latter screams again.

   "Quiet!" Winters snapped at Fuller. He slits Fuller's trousers, then examines it in dim light for a week: "You're lucky, Mr. Fuller, you probably didn't hurt the artery."

   Fuller snotted and cried: "What... what should be?"

   Winters stopped talking nonsense with Fuller, but looked at the old man Schmid: "Old man, are you all right?"

  The somewhat dazed old Schmid shook his head mutely, then suddenly came back to his senses and pointed at Winters' left hand: "Are you injured?"

  Winters shook off the blood from his left hand and tied his wrist with a rag from Fuller's trousers: "It's okay."

   A low moan came from a few steps away. It turned out that the swordsman who was kicked by the old Schmid was still alive, and kept making a faint sound.

   Winters walked over and saw that the swordsman's brain contents had flowed outside. He judged that the swordsman was helpless, so he used the cracking technique to give the other party a joy.

   He was very precise and didn't cause too much damage. The swordsman's body trembled, and his eyes lost their vigour. Winters sighed, reached out and closed the dead man's eyes, got up and walked towards Old Man Schmid and Fuller.

  Fuller looked at the "Baron Granache" whose half body was covered in blood, and his left hand and forearm were dyed red, and finally understood what the guard said—"Within five paces, no one is the enemy of an adult."

  Old Schmidt stood up tremblingly, his Adam's apple flipped, and he wanted to say something.

   Over there, after confirming that all the corpses were dead, Kaman walked over with his sword in hand.

  Kaman walked over to the swordsman who Winters had just "released". Although the latter was obviously dead, Kaman still stabbed a sword in the opponent's heart before walking towards Winters.

   "How is Churin?" Winters asked Kaman - Churin was the first guard to meet the enemy.

  Kaman shook his head.

   Winters' heart sank and he exhaled in pain.

   He looked at Kaman and wanted to ask all kinds of things, but he couldn't speak in front of other people. Finally, he nodded to Kaman: "I am lucky to have you today."

   But this simple thank you instantly ignited Kaman.

  Kaman threw away his sword and stood in front of Winters in one step, grabbing Winters' throat with his right hand, and immediately clasping Winters' wrist with his left hand.

   His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, his eyes were burning with fire, he stared at Winters and asked, "Do you know who they are?"

   That familiar feeling reappeared, that inexplicable sense of oppression and acupuncture.

   The last time I felt this way was in the mountains outside Steel Castle. That time, Kaman also strangled Winters by the throat and wrist, forcing Winters to answer the question.

  Kaman admitted it himself - there is no magic to distinguish truth from lies.

   But Winters had no doubts that Kaman would crush his throat instantly whenever he said anything false.

   "I can probably guess who they are." Winters replied honestly and as succinctly as possible: "But I haven't seen them."

   Silence, suffocating silence.

  Kaman almost bit his lip, but didn't move.

   Then he asked a second question: "You used me against His Majesty's people?"

   "No." Winterstein stared straight at Kaman: "Never."

  Kaman continued to stare at Winters' eyes for a long time, and suddenly let go.

   The sense of oppression and needle **** disappeared, and Winters was freed from the danger of dying at any moment.

   However, Kaman's eyes were filled with endless regret and annoyance, as if a young child finally realized how big the disaster he had caused after a catastrophic accident. He staggered back a few steps, slumped limply, gasping for breath, staring straight at his blood-stained hands.

   "Not alive," Winters said.

  Kaman looked at Winters and laughed miserably, the laughter gradually increasing, as if he had heard the funniest joke ever.

   Old Schmid and Fuller suddenly felt a chill down their spines.

   The laughter stopped abruptly, and Kaman stood up and walked numbly to Fuller and old Schmidt.

  Fuller swallowed: "I won't say anything."

   But Kaman didn't seem to hear, and approached Fuller silently.

  Fuller wanted to beg for mercy again, but his tongue didn't obey him at all. He was sad and cried loudly.

   Crying and crying, Fuller suddenly felt a cold on his leg, followed by a heart-wrenching pain.

  Kaman directly pulled out the sword on Fuller's leg, wiped the blood from the wound, then pressed the wound and chanted in a low voice.

After the    ceremony was completed, Kaman walked to Winters again, checked Winters' left hand, and confirmed that no tendons and bones were injured, he took out the holy jug he carried with him and washed it, and then he also chanted in a low voice.

   Under the watchful eyes of Fuller and old Schmidt, the wound on Winters' left hand slowly shrank, and finally only a light red trace remained.

  Fuller couldn't help feeling the wound on his leg - it still hurts a little, but the wound has disappeared.

   After sitting for a few seconds, Fuller slammed towards Kaman, held Kaman's shirt and kissed desperately, repeating frantically: "Saint, miracle, Lord..."

   And Kaman is like a walking corpse unconscious and breathing, numbly accepting worship.

  Winters asked Kaman worriedly: "Your wounds?"

  Kaman was silent.

   Winters directly pulled up Kaman's sleeve and found that some wounds were still bleeding, and some wounds had healed as before.

   A priest with self-healing ability and superb martial arts, Winters thought, is simply the natural enemy of spellcasters.

   The firelight and the sound of footsteps quickly approached the small building by the lake towards the position of the few people - reinforcements are coming.

   Soon, Winters saw Anna's anxious face.

   "It's fine." Winters smiled to reassure Anna: "Don't worry."

  Ana bit her lip, trying her best not to show panic and sadness, and kept nodding.

   Winters immediately ordered two people: "Charle, you go to the legion station outside the city, tell Colonel Bern what happened here, and ask him to send someone here."

  Charle ran to the stable without saying a word.

   "Koch!"

"exist."

   "Go to the outskirts of the city, find Pierre, let him take everyone with him, and come into the city to find me."

   "Yes!" Koch raised his hand in salute and hurried to the stable.

  Two fast horses galloped past the crowd and broke into the night.

   There was also noise from the main building of the hotel. It seems that the messengers and the guests of the hotel have already noticed the strangeness outside, and it will not be long before someone will come to find out.

   "Send the sentry." Winters ordered in an orderly manner: "No one is allowed to approach, and whoever dares to break in and kill on the spot. Ask, say it is under the order of Colonel Berne."

   "Yes." The remaining guards dispersed.

   Winters reached out to Anna: "Help me up."

   Anna tried her best to support Winters' arms with her slender shoulders, and slowly helped Winters up.

   "I'll help you go back." Anna said distressedly.

   "No. You go back first, and I have to examine the body." Winters stood on his cane and whispered, "It's not over yet."

   The sound of hooves, which had just gone away, quickly returned.

  Koch broke through the night, dismounted from the saddle in front of Winters, and quickly stepped forward to report: "Your Excellency, the old town is in chaos!"

   "A mess?" Winters couldn't help frowning.

   "It seems that someone is gathering a crowd to rob and smash."

  Winters heard the words and looked at the old town of Steel Castle across a long lake shoreline.

  The gust of wind brought faint cries and shouts, and on the edge of the outline of the house in the distance, you can vaguely see the dots of fire.

   Tonight is not over yet.

   [It's too annoying to be out of context, so I rush to write tomorrow's update]

   [This is tomorrow's update, tomorrow's update, tomorrow's update... So it's normal if you don't update tomorrow...]

   [Priest Kaman's true ability, he himself has leaked several times before]

   [For example, when Kaman was angry, he asked Winters very directly: "You think you are a magician, so I can't deal with you?"]

   [Also, Father Kaman said "Steelcastle is dangerous, Winters is not safe to go out alone", but he does not mean that other people are in danger...]

   [The author himself should not break the stalk (OrZ), the most beautiful moment is when the book friends see a knowing smile]

   [But because the writing cycle of online articles is relatively long, some of the previous grass snake gray lines may not be impressed by book lovers. So please allow me to take a break for you this time (covering face)]

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