Iron Powder and Spellcasters Chapter 390

   Chapter 390 Storm (3)

As soon as   Ciel's words were out of his mouth, Winters instantly entered a spellcasting state.

   But Kaman was faster than Winters, and he leaped like lightning to the side of the Shire's steed, 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 Kaman would kill him. 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."

  The ropes on the hands and feet of the white-haired man were cut one by one, and the black cloth covering the white-haired man's eyes 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 himself, and fell down limply.

Not far away, there was a drake's voice talking: "...four carriages, parked by the roadside, and I heard someone knocking on things... There are no marks on the carriages, no coat of arms, only long and short muskets, and This guy...he banged his head on the car door and led me over..."

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

"Yes."

   Consciously adapted to the light, the white-haired man covered his forehead and carefully peered 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 peeped around, and Winters was watching the white-haired man.

   Ordinary people are kidnapped, even adult men have to show a three-point 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 smart guys, but he hates cunning guys, and smart 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 appeasing the somewhat impatient warhorse. He looked at the white-haired man and said, "I have seen this man."

  Ciel was taken aback: "Have you seen it?"

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

   The foreman of the hotel couldn't help but say that he was taken into the yard. He was about to scold some swear words when he saw his nephew sitting paralyzed in front of the horse, and then turned around to see the human corpses in the open space.

   The foreman with all his face and face was unable to say a complete sentence. His face was blue and white, and his lips were trembling.

   After standing there for a while, the foreman stepped forward in three and two steps, grabbed his nephew's collar, and gave his nephew two loud slaps.

  Grey-haired--the kid named Roger pursed his **** lips and said nothing, his cheeks high and swollen.

   After slapping the face, the foreman stood for a while, then slapped his nephew with a rounded arm in annoyance, and 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 Wintersma, 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."

   "It's not a skill to know everything." The foreman did not change his face: "It's a skill to be able to help your Excellency."

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

  Two eyes turned to the white-haired man, one from Winters and the other from the hotel foreman.

  White-headed Roger nodded reluctantly.

   "What's that person's name?"

"do not know."

   "Go over and look at them one by one, and then tell me if there is anyone you know in the corpse."

  Ciel and another guard held Roger the Whitehead and asked him to recognize the bodies one by one.

  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." The white-headed Roger swallowed a mouthful of saliva, only feeling cold in his hands and feet, and his chest was filled with chills: "I don't know them, and it's the first time I saw those green eyes. I only know a black-faced man, and I sell news to He, and he tied me too."

   "Come on?" Winters raised his eyebrows.

Roger seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and nodded vigorously: "Mrs. Balboa asked me to deliver a letter to Mr. Lucner. When I came out of Mr. Lucner's house, I saw the black face and the green eyes together. The black face couldn't help but say I fainted, I was already here when I saw things again! My lord, I really don't know anything!"

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

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

   "North City, Mana Street."

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

   "Sir! Please..." The hotel foreman turned pale in shock, and hurriedly stopped in front of Wintersma, 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 hard.

  Fortunately, Winters was quick-witted, tightened the reins, and grabbed Changfeng abruptly.

   The foreman of the hotel dodged in embarrassment, dodging two rows of front teeth dangerously and dangerously. However, he had just recovered his senses, and immediately threw himself in front of Wintersma.

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

   Winters tilted his head to look at the hotel foreman, without saying a word, waiting for the latter to take the initiative to speak down.

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

   Winters was not persuaded, but he still restrained Changfeng: "I want to go out, not in."

"Even if you can cross Gonghe Street, can you go to the old city? Who knows what the old city looks like now? Even if you can pass the old city safely, how much time will it take to go around the Rose Lake?" The foreman of the hotel gritted his 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 have to look at their faces and snort at him.

and also! And that Baron Granache! The steel castle ordnance business is all in his own hands, and Baron Granasi has to buy it at whatever price he sets!

   Haha, isn't he a baron? I do too!

  Wait, Baron…

   Fuller suddenly sobered, looking around in shock.

  There is no mansion incense bed, no brocade clothes and jade food, he is sitting in a carriage, and the carriage makes a screeching sound as it drives over the stone pavement - like the sound of counting gold coins and silver coins.

   There is a beautiful woman, and she is too 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 hit the roof hard. He ignored the pain, twisted his body, and bowed in a funny posture: "Ma'am."

   "You should have seen it." Anna smiled and stretched out her hand: "I'm not a baroness, you can just call me... Anna."

  Fuller kept wiping his sweat: "Don't dare, don't dare."

  Anna asked with concern: "Do you have any discomfort right now?"

  Fuller just remembered that he was begging the baron to take him 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 embarrassedly: "But to say something else, hehe, I still feel a lot lighter..."

  Anna smiled and nodded: "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... oops!" Fuller was shocked and exclaimed: "Baron!"

"You don't have to worry." Anna knew at a glance what Fuller was thinking, and she comforted the latter: "Mr Granach asked me to tell you that he will ask Mr. Schmid to bring your family to Schmid's house, and the Mr. Schmidt looked after."

  Fuller listened silently, his eyes were a little red for some reason, he smiled bitterly: "I thought Lord Baron would just let me go... Anyway, I'm worthless..."

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

  Fuller thought for a while, but he couldn't associate the murderous baron with the word gentle anyway, but he still laughed along with him: "Yes, yes... Where is the baron now?"

   "He." Anna turned her head slightly and looked out the car window, preventing Fuller from seeing the emotion in her eyes: "He did what he thought had to 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.

   Winters, who was only wearing a single coat, crouched on the small sled, struggling to maintain his balance.

   Behind the sled where Winters was, another sled was tied with hemp ropes. 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 hand stretched all the way behind him, reaching into the night, and connecting with Chang Feng and the reins of another black horse with a white nose.

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

   The sound of hoofs behind him was like a drum, but Winters was more concerned about the long echoes from under his feet.

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

   Whatever it looks like, to Winters it means death is near.

   Ice is moaning.

  In places that cannot be seen by the naked eye, in the depths of the ice layer, the ice crystals have finally produced tiny cracks due to the stress beyond the limit.

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

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

   He can only concentrate on 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 groups of sleds on the lake.

  Other sleds carry one person or two people, and the arrangement is similar to Winters' sleigh, in which 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 had 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 subordinates were also fast approaching the North Shore.

   Between two points, the straight line is the shortest.

The so-called method of   , the foreman of the hotel, 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 now it's the end of winter, and the glacial lake will even collapse on its own when there is sufficient sunlight at noon, and then freeze again when the temperature drops at night.

   So back and forth, 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 skates set in wood below.

   The entire sled is not much bigger than a washbasin, so it is more a toy than a vehicle.

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

  Arrived on the North Shore together with the hotel foreman Covillian and Roger the Whitehead. In order to prove the feasibility of crossing by sleigh, Covillian, who was over 50 years old, was the first to ride into the ice lake on a sleigh.

   After a short and long journey, Covillian dragged his sleigh ashore, exhausted.

   In order to lose weight, people who ride on sleds wear very little clothes, and they all rely on hard work to get cold. The terrifying sound of the ice layer breaking all the time 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 Covilion.

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

  Winters looked along the beach and soon found Covillian and Roger.

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

   Winters grabbed the head of the hotel: "You helped me a lot, but I still need to borrow your nephew for a while."

   Kevilian hesitated.

   "Don't worry." Winters looked at the white-haired youth: "I will send him back intact."

  [Steel Castle North City]

  [Este Mansion]

  Este House has now become a battlefield.

  The garden carefully managed by six full-time gardeners is burning, and the flames are spreading in all directions with the help of the wind.

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

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

  White Eagle's guards 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.

   There were gunshots in all directions and flames everywhere. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

   "Where did you get the courage!" Outside the main entrance, a one-eyed guard fought one against three, shouting fiercely: "Dare to attack the Esther family!"

   A Saracen-style machete was danced around by the One-Eyed Guard, and the water couldn't get in. The three Assassins couldn't help him for a while, but were forced to step back by the One-Eyed Guard's fierce offensive.

   But no matter how brave the one-eyed guard was, he couldn't 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 guard quickly retreated after hearing the words, keeping a distance from the one-eyed guard.

  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 one-eyed was instantly stained red with blood, and then the bones of his whole body made a jaw-dropping deformation sound. The collapse twisted and twisted unnaturally, and the burly and burly body turned into a freak in the blink of an eye.

   The most terrifying thing is that the one-eyed guard did not die immediately, his lips trembled, and a horrible wailing came from his throat intermittently.

   An assassin stepped forward and killed the One-Eyed Guard with a single strike—if that 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 guards 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 sound of horse hooves like war drums is getting 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 any delay, approaching the Esther Manor like lightning.

   In a few breaths, the sound of hoofs appeared behind the masked person.

  The masked man looked back in horror, and a white horse like a silver dragon leaped high and flew over the flaming bush fire wall, like a thunder, like a torrent, and rushed straight towards himself.

  The masked man stretched out his hand and chanted loudly.

   However, what returned from the void was not power, but a terrible curse and phantom pain that exceeded his limit.

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

As    flew to the sky, the masked man finally saw clearly:

   Two people sat on horseback.

   (end of this chapter)

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