Sir Bonfrett felt that the situation he was in was a tragedy.
He has a noble origin, and his family has an ancient and pure bloodline, the long history of this bloodline can be traced back to more than a thousand years ago.
Although he is not the eldest son, he has been respected and flattered by those around him since birth, and he cannot inherit the family title, but this is not a big deal.
Moreover, God blessed him with a good face, and if you look at it by the face alone, some people even think that he is one of the most beautiful men in the imperial capital of Osgiria Since he was fifteen years old, he has been the darling in the eyes of all the women around him, of course, and still is.
Even if everyone knows that he is the forbidden body of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, there are often some beautiful noble ladies who secretly send him autumn waves.
He could drink the best wine, wear the most luxurious clothes, ride the finest horses, and even the green jeweled ring on his finger was enough to cover the income of an ordinary nobleman in a year.
Although he knew that there were some people in the imperial capital who looked down on him, this did not prevent him from being noble, at least, those people only dared to speak ill of themselves behind their backs, and when they were in front of them, they were all respectful like quails.
Every word he said would be taken as an order not to refuse, and he didn't even have to do it himself or open his mouth if he wanted something, as long as he showed a little meaning, made a look, and immediately someone would help him carefully handle it, and then bring it to him with both hands.
But now his situation is simply a tragedy, a nightmare The most important thing is poor Lord Sir, he didn't know that his noble name was used by a turtle and in that shameless way, he took his name to challenge one of the famous powerhouses on the mainland, the number one master in the army of the Odin Empire.
Luckily, he had been locked up in the armory's storeroom, which had thick walls and a blanket over his head, so he didn't hear Char's roar on the battlefield.
However, in the morning, the door to the warehouse opened.
That lowly soldier named "Cato" came in to bring food to him, why did this hateful fellow look at me with such strange eyes Cato had a smile on his face, and gently placed the plate in front of the noble knight, and then his eyes grew to pity.
With Cato's wisdom and his understanding of Char, anyway, this smuggler in the army would not think that Char's honest turtle would really run to a fair decisive battle with Hasting.
Eighty percent of that turtle has already thought about kicking this little white face out as cannon fodder.
Looking at Bonfret, Cato sighed sympathetically, squatted down and looked at his face: "Alas, you are really unfortunate to be taken by that turtle." ” "Uh-huh" Bonfrett immediately felt uneasy in his heart: "What do you mean" "No, nothing."
Cato sighed with emotion, and even his attitude became much kinder, and he patted Bonfrett's shoulder lightly: "Eat some, while it's now, eat more if you can, well, if you want to drink, I can get you some" Such an unexpectedly kind attitude made Bonfrett's heart chill for a moment, and he seemed to smell a very bad smell Cato still looked at him carefully: "Eat, eat, don't think too much, alas, poor fellow." ” This strangeness made Bonfrett ponder for a morning, he felt as if he was in some dangerous situation, and then at noon, he finally met Char.
He was carried out of the warehouse by several soldiers, and carried directly to the gate of the camp, he saw the blood stains remaining on the side of the wall, and the strong smell of blood in the air, so that Bonfret, who had always had a habit of cleanliness, was almost smoked on the spot, and on the stake of the wall, there were broken meat, corpses, those bloody and blurred scenes, so that Bonfret's face was suddenly as white as paper, and his legs were weak, if there was no soldier next to him to help, he was afraid that he would have to sit on the ground on the spot.
He had been praying with his head covered with a blanket all morning, he knew that the Odin were coming, and he prayed to God Almighty to bless the Thirteenth Corps to win the battle, because only in this way could he live.
Well, isn't the 13th Corps very powerful?
Seeing that the camp gate was still firmly held, Bonfrett breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seems, is it defending, can we win the battle, can we go home The damned turtle appeared in front of Bonfrett again, and Char had a strange smile on his face, grinning, as if he were looking at an animal, staring at Bonfrett twice, and then sighed regretfully.
"What do you want" Bonfrett shuddered a little, his calves trembled: "I, I'm observing" "Of course, you're an observer."
Char actually nodded, his arm was wrapped in bandages, but his tone was serious: "We are now fighting bloodily to protect your safety." ” Then he paused, and said in an extremely sincere tone: "The soldiers are dying, they are bleeding, they are fighting, and we have repelled a ferocious attack of the Odin.
But now, it's time for you, the manager, to do something."
"I, I" Bonfrett's face was suddenly more ugly than crying, where did he know what martial arts Although he had also studied with the swordsmanship teacher for two years, he learned the slender and long aristocratic sword, that kind of swordsmanship, not so much a martial art, but a dance skill.
What are the jokes about fighting and killing people Honorable Sir has never seen any blood except for the virgin Luohong "Don't worry, it's not for you to fight with those lowly Odin warriors."
Char's tone was very sincere: "With such a noble status as yours, how can you let those lowly Odin soldiers stain your noble hands" Bonfrett breathed a sigh of relief It seems that no matter what, he is the boss after all, and the official position is here, and this turtle doesn't dare to really mess with himself But Char's next sentence made Bonfrett collapse "So, we have selected for you a noble enemy opponent like you, the commander of the Odin, Odin Valkyrie, Hasting, he will be waiting for you on the battlefield in a while, and you will have a fair duel between warriors, what do you think?"
Such a sentence fell into his ears, and Bonfrett's soul went out of his body "Come on, put on the armor of Lord Jazz, and then bring your war horse" Char ignored Lord Jazz's trembling like a quail.
He tore his throat and shouted loudly into the distance outside the camp gate: "Hasting, are you ready, I'm going to come out and behead you now, a fair duel between our warriors, it must be fair, if you don't dishonor the glory of the warrior, I will only bring one of my servants out, if I die in battle, my retinue will bring my body back" Listening to the turtle's words, Slater on the side only felt ashamed and angry This bastard turtle is shameless, shameless, and even keeps shouting about the glory of a warrior In the opposite direction, after a while, Hasting's indifferent voice came: "As you wish" On the other side of the battlefield, Odin's first general, Hasting, gently threw away a red silk scarf and lifted the new, shiny black triangular war spear, his face with a hint of piety and fanaticism.
"The dignity of the warrior Hmph, when did Byzantium have a strong man named Bonfrett" Hastings picked up his gun, his expression gradually became fanatical, looking at a subordinate beside him, his stern tone with a hint of piety: "The glory of the strong cannot be tarnished in a duel for a while, you are not allowed to interfere" With a gentle kick in the horse's belly, Hastings jumped on his horse and raised his spear, and the Odin warriors behind him watched the god of war in their hearts go away with a kind of fanatical adoration.
Bonfret quickly put on the armor, and his peculiar gorgeous armor was worn on his body, and sure enough, it immediately showed a bit of majesty and extraordinary, which was the most popular style of paladin armor among the nobility of the Byzantine Empire.
Char took a closer look, this armor is gorgeous, and the style is enough to bluff people He suddenly slapped his head, picked up his sword, and slammed Bonfrett's shoulders and arms and chest a few times, smashing a few holes and damages in the armor of the paladin, and ran to the gate of the camp, and pulled a piece of the corpse left by the Odin from the stake, and wiped it all over the armor on Bonfrett's body with blood, which looked bloody.
"Well, that's a lot of stuff."
Char smiled with satisfaction.
Bonfrett was so frightened that he almost had well, not almost, but he had already peed his pants.
He was tied to the horse's back with ox tendons to keep him from falling off, and an iron bar was lined in the armor behind his waist to hold his back against his back, which could keep his back straight and not bend and fall.
Char put a helmet on him with his own hands, put down the covering mask, and only showed a pair of eyes, then patted Bonfrett, and whispered in his ear: "Listen, I won't let you really die, I tied your legs, feet and body, as long as you and I play a scene, your figure is similar to me, that guy is fifty percent sure that you will be fooled, you only have your right hand can move, the spear I prepared for you is made of wood, painted with iron paint, It looks like a real knight's spear, and you don't speak for a while, as long as you make a slight gesture to attract his attention."
After a pause, Char snorted, his eyes showed a fierce light: "Don't try to run away, don't think about bad things for me, if you dare to shout half a word when you come out, don't wait for Hastings to kill you, I'll be behind you, one shot can stab you to death, guess what, did I have the guts to kill you?"
He has this madman, this turtle, this bastard, he must have Bonfrett shouted madly in his heart that this bastard dared to do this to me, what else would he not dare "But" Char thought for a moment: "I really don't feel at ease with your little white face" He lifted Bonfrett's visor again and shoved a hemp kernel into his mouth: "So that you won't be silent for a while, as long as you are obedient, I will protect you, otherwise, hum" Sretra gave Char a hand: "Hey, what the hell do you want to do, what do you mean by what you just said to bring a servant with you?"
"Meaning" Char rubbed his face vigorously, rubbing his face so red that it was hot, before he stopped, he squinted, and there was a trace of madness in the turtle's eyes.
"I'm looking for an opportunity to assassinate Hasting" Slater changed color and pointed at Char: "You are crazy" Char snorted: "Even if you can't kill him, if you can seriously injure him, as long as Hastings is injured, the Odin will be in chaos, at least it can delay their attack."
Slater was anxious: "You, you are sending Hastings to death, what level of powerhouse is it, how can you hurt him, you are sending him to death in vain" Char took a breath, gritted his teeth fiercely, and gritted his teeth to a rattle, and then punched Slater hard: "Don't worry, Lao Tzu won't die so easily, this is the only chance to fight to win, everyone has a way to live, I won't die, you rest assured, I cherish my own life more than you."
The turtle touched his arms, and his chest and back were padded with dragon scales, and they were two layers Outside the dragon scales is a set of high-quality leather armor, in addition to the leather armor, there is also a pair of strong and heavy heavy cavalry steel armor This set of steel armor was taken from the strong man of Sharpa, which was a full circle larger than Char's body shape, he was afraid that Hastings would see the flaw, since he couldn't shrink his body, he could only deliberately wear large armor.
Two layers of dragon scales, one layer of leather armor, and one layer of heavily armored steel armor are considered to fail, and it should not be too much of a problem to save their lives and escape back As long as he can get close to Hasting, when he is defenseless, he suddenly uses the dragon thorn There's a lot of hope that I'll be able to hurt that guy Moreover, Char also relied on his attack method, which was different from all the warriors on the continent The martial artists on the mainland use all the fighting spirit, when the fighting spirit is destroyed, they all have a dazzling light, if you want to sneak attack, before you make a move, the light of the fighting spirit will be dazzling first, but their own crimson murderous aura has been controlled to the point that the red light is not exposed, if you cooperate with the "dragon thorn" that concentrates all the power several times at one point "If you don't fight, if you fight to a dead end, if you win, you will have a way to live" Char turned over an inconspicuous war horse and glanced at Slater.
Slater was excited in his heart, looked at Char, and gave birth to an indescribable reverence, and couldn't help but bow deeply to Char, beat his chest hard, and did the highest etiquette of a Byzantine soldier.
Char's face suddenly changed, and he scolded: "Don't salute, I'll make it like a body saying goodbye to the body, Lao Tzu is not dead, and he won't die, Lao Tzu will definitely come back alive, I'm really fucking unlucky."
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A loud trumpet sounded, and the camp gate slowly opened a gap, with Bonfrett in front and Char behind, and the two rode out of the camp gate one after another.
On the battlefield, a black war horse, covered with a vest, with a half-moon scythe on the horse's head, and a person on horseback, wrapped in a black robe, and carrying a three-edged war spear in his hand, was Hasting The horses moved forward slowly, and when the two sides were closer, Bonfret's horse stopped, and Char sat next to him, and he even helped Bonfrett hold the reins with one hand, acting as a servant.
Hasting's eyes were fixed on Lord Jazz: "You are Bonflet" The gaze is like a blade Bonfrett was dressed in paladin armor, the armor was covered with blood and damage, his body was lofty, his body was magnificent, and he was a high-quality horse with a black spear hanging from his crotch Although Sir Bonfrett on his horse was trembling, his body was in his armor, and he could not be seen.
Even his dodgy and fearful eyes were mistaken for "eyes as sharp as lightning" in Hasting's eyes All in all, Hastings was happy with his opponent.
In other words, a real strong man like Hasting, who had seen Char's amazing strength on the battlefield just now, had a preconceived idea in his heart, and treated people with his own heart, thinking that with such a strong man, he should have the same noble heart of a strong man as himself "In that case, let's fight" Hastings slowly lifted the three-edged war spear, the tip of the spear pointed at Bonfrett, and on the tip of the spear, a black flame suddenly appeared Bonfrett's body trembled even more, he was threatened by Char, he had no choice but to lift his spear, although the wooden spear was not heavy, but at this moment Bonfrett's arm was sore, and after lifting the spear, even his body trembled more and more obviously, and the armor made a slight trembling sound. smooth Hastings was curious.
How did this respectable opponent shake like this?
Well, what kind of clever martial art is this, is it a mad battle method, or a bloodthirsty fighting spirit, or a secret technique that is like our Odin people who are mad about themselves before the war Hastings felt that the blood he had been indifferent to for many years was heating up again, and his heart was boiling, and he couldn't help but want to let out a long roar, and with a sweep of the spear, with a black flame, the horse trotted towards Bonfret Hastings approached quickly, but Sir Bonfrett's eyes suddenly closed, he collapsed directly, the urine in his crotch flowed, and the spear in his hand also fell, but his body was tied, and his waist was pressed against the iron bar, still standing so straight and tall on his horse, like a fearless peerless master in the face of enemy attacks Hastings did not doubt him, and with a clear howl, the black spear slashed down in a beautiful arc It was now that Char's eyes were instantly ignited Help, help, who will save me, Bonfrett's heart is crying: