Conquest

Chapter 89: The Tragedy of Bonfret

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Sir Bonfret felt his present situation was truly a tragedy.

He has a noble background, and the family he belongs to has an ancient and pure bloodline. The long history of this bloodline can be traced back to more than a thousand years ago. If you put aside the power, just look at the nobility of the bloodline, such a heritage, even if it is In Osgilia, the imperial capital of the rich and powerful, they can also be ranked in the top ten.

Although he is not the eldest son, he has been respected and flattered by the people around him since he was born. Even if he cannot inherit the family title, it is not a big deal. Moreover, God has given him a good face. If you look at his face alone, some people even think that he is the most beautiful man in the imperial capital of Osgilia—no one!

Since he was fifteen years old, he has been the darling of all the women around him - of course, and now. Even if everyone knew that he was the forbidden child of His Royal Highness, there would often be some beautiful noble ladies who secretly greeted him. He can drink the best wine, wear the most luxurious clothes, ride the best horses, and even the green gemstone ring on his finger is enough to equal the income of an ordinary little nobleman for a year.

Although he knew that some people in the emperor looked down on him, this did not hinder his nobility - at least, those people only dared to speak ill of themselves behind their backs, and in front of them, they were all as respectful as if they quail.

Every word he said would be regarded as an undeniable order. If he wanted something, he didn't even have to do it himself or speak. As long as he showed a little meaning and made a look, someone would immediately help him carefully handle it, and then give it to him with both hands. to the front.

But now... his situation is simply a tragedy, a nightmare! !

The most important thing is... Poor Sir, he still doesn't know that his noble name was used by a bastard! And in that shameless way, he took his name and went to challenge one of the famous powerhouses in the mainland, the number one master in the army of the Odin Empire.

Fortunately, he had been kept in the warehouse of the armory. The walls of the warehouse were very thick, and he was wrapped in a blanket to cover his head, so he did not hear the roar of Xi Ya on the battlefield.

However, in the morning, the warehouse door opened. That vile personal soldier called "Cato" came in to deliver food to himself. Why is this hateful guy looking at me with that weird look

The expression on Cato's face was half a smile, and he gently placed the plate in front of the noble sergeant, and then his eyes gradually became pitiful.

With Cato's wisdom and his understanding of Char—well, anyway, the smugglers in this army wouldn't think that Char's smuggler, who looks honest but has a bad stomach, would really go and come with Hastings. A fair fight.

Eighty percent of the 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: "Oh, it's really unfortunate for you to be spotted by that turtle."

"Eh? What?" Bonfret felt a tinge of unease at once. "What do you mean?"

"No, it's nothing." Cato sighed with emotion, and even his attitude became much kinder, and patted Bonfret gently on the shoulder: "Eat some, while you can eat now, eat as much as you can. Order... um, do you want a drink? I can get you some..."

With such an unexpectedly kind attitude, Bonfret's heart was very cold, and he seemed to smell a very bad smell...

Cato still gave him a careful look: "Eat, eat, don't think too much... Alas, this poor fellow."

This kind of weirdness made Bonfret ponder for a morning. He felt as if he had encountered some kind of dangerous situation, and then... At noon, he finally saw Char.

He was carried out of the warehouse by several soldiers and carried directly to the gate of the camp. He saw the bloodstains left on the side of the wall, and the strong smell of blood in the air, which made Bonfret, who has always been obsessed with cleanliness, succumbed on the spot. He almost fainted from being smoked, and on the wooden stakes of the wall, there were pieces of meat, corpses, and those bloody scenes, which made Bonfret's face pale as paper, and his legs were weak. The soldiers supported him, and he was probably about to sit on the ground on the spot.

He had been praying with a blanket over his head all morning. He knew that the Odins were coming, and he prayed to the Almighty God to bless the Thirteenth Corps to win this battle... Because only in this way could he survive.

Well, isn't the 13th Corps very powerful

Seeing that the camp gate was still standing, Bonfret heaved a sigh of relief - it seems, is it holding it? Did we win? Can you go home now

The damned turtle appeared in front of Bonfret again, Xiaya had a weird smile on his face, grinned, stared at Bonfret twice as if looking at an animal, and then tsk tsk regretfully. twice.

"You... what do you want?" Bonfret shuddered, his calf trembling: "I, I'm observing..."

"Of course, you are the observer." Xia Ya nodded unexpectedly, his arm was bandaged, but his tone was solemn: "We are fighting bloody battles to protect your safety."

Then he paused and said in a very sincere tone: "The soldiers are sacrificing, bleeding, and fighting! We have repelled a fierce attack by the Odins. But now, it's up to you, the coach, to do something. What time!"

"... Me, me?" Bonfret's face was even uglier than crying, where did he know what martial arts? Although he also studied with the swordsmanship teacher for two years, what he learned was the slender, noble-style saber. Such swordsmanship is not so much a martial art as it is a dance skill.

Fight to kill? What a joke! From childhood to adulthood, the noble knight has never seen anyone's blood except the virgin Luohong!

"Don't worry, it's not for you to fight with those despicable Odin warriors." Char's tone was sincere: "With such a noble identity as you, how could you allow those despicable Odin soldiers to stain your noble hands? !"

Bonfret heaved a sigh of relief - it seems that no matter what, he is the boss after all, and the official position is here, this bastard doesn't dare to really mess with him...

But Char's next sentence made Bonfret collapse!

"... So, we have chosen for you an enemy opponent who is as noble as you... The commander of the Odins, Odin Valkyrie, Hasting! He will be waiting for you on the battlefield in a while, and you will have a battle with the warriors. Fair duel - what do you think?"

Those words fell into my ears, Bonfret... Out of body!

"Come here! Put on the armor for Sir Sir, and then bring Sir's war horse!" Char ignored Sir Sir's trembling like a quail.

He raised his voice and shouted loudly to the distance outside the camp gate: "Hasting! Are you ready! I'm going to come out now and behead you!! A fair duel between our warriors must be done! Be fair and not disgrace the glory of the warrior! I will only bring one squire! If I die in battle, my entourage will bring my body back!"

Listening to the turtle's words, Slater on the side only felt ashamed and angry!

This bastard bastard! Shameless! Shameless! ! He actually kept 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 1st place gently threw away a red silk scarf from Hasting, and lifted up the shiny black three-edged war gun, with a trace of piety and fanaticism on his face. .

"The dignity of a warrior... Hmph, when did Byzantium produce another strong man named Bonfret? There is something!" His tone carried a hint of piety: "The glory of the strong cannot be tainted! You are not allowed to interfere in the duel for a while!"

With a light kick on the horse's belly, Hastings prancing horse and pistol, came out proudly! The Odin warriors behind them all watched the god of war in their hearts go away with a look of fanatical worship.

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Bonfret quickly put on the armor, and his unique gorgeous armor with slag was worn on him, and he immediately showed a bit of mighty power! Such a gorgeous style is the style of the most popular paladin armor among the nobles of the Byzantine Empire. Xia Ya took a closer look, the armor is gorgeous, and the style is bluffing enough... But...

He suddenly slapped his head, raised his sword and went up, smashing Bonfrett's shoulders, arms and chest a few times, smashing the gorgeous and mighty Paladin's armor into several holes and damage. , ran to the camp gate again, dragged a piece of corpse left by the Odins from the stake, and smeared it all over Bonfret's body armor, looking bloody.

"Well, that's a lot." Xia smiled with satisfaction. Bonfret was so frightened that he almost... well, not nearly, he had peeed his pants.

He was tied to the horse's back with beef tendons so that it wouldn't fall off, and an iron bar was lined in the armor to hold his back against his back, which could keep his back straight and wouldn't bend and fall over. .

Xia put on his helmet with his own hands, put down the mask, only showing a pair of eyes, then patted Bonfret and whispered in his ear: "Listen, I won't let you It's really dead! I've tied your legs and body, as long as you play a show with me! Your figure is very similar to mine, that guy is 50% sure to be fooled! You only have the right hand to move, I The spear prepared for you is made of wood, painted with iron paint, and looks like a real knight's spear! You are not allowed to speak for a while! As long as you gesture a little to attract his attention!"

After a pause, Xia Ya snorted, with fierce eyes in her eyes: "Don't think about running away, and don't think about hurting me! If you dare to say a word at that time! Before Hasting kills you, I will Right behind you, one shot can stab you to death! Guess what, did I have the guts to kill you?"

He has! This lunatic! This turtle! This bastard! He must have! !

Bonfret screamed madly in his heart! ! This bastard dares to treat me like this, what else is he afraid of? !

"But..." Xia Ya thought for a moment: "I really don't worry about your little white face..."

He lifted Bonfret's visor again and stuffed a numb core into his mouth: "That way you won't make a sound! As long as you're obedient, I'll protect you! Otherwise, Humph!"

Slater gave Xia a hand: "Hey! What are you trying to do! What did you just say you want to bring a squire with you... What do you mean?!"

"Meaning?" Xia Ya rubbed his face so hard that it became so red that he stopped. He narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of madness in the turtle's eyes.

"I want to find an opportunity... to assassinate Hastings!!"

Slater suddenly changed color and pointed at Xiaya: "You! You are crazy!!"

Xia snorted: "Even if you can't kill him, if you can seriously injure him... Hmph, as soon as Hasting is injured, the Odins will be in chaos! At least it can delay their attack!"

Slater was extremely anxious: "You! You are dying! What level of power is Hastings! How can you hurt him? You are dying! You are dying for nothing!!"

Xia Ya took a breath, gritted her teeth fiercely, gritted her teeth, and then punched Slater: "Don't worry! I won't die so easily!! This is the only one. A chance to fight! If you win, everyone will have a way to survive!! I won't die! Don't worry! I cherish my own life more than you!"

The turtle touched his arms, and his chest and back were covered with dragon scales—and there were two layers!

Outside the dragon scales is a set of first-class leather armor. In addition to the leather armor, there is also a pair of sturdy and heavy heavy cavalry steel armor! This set of steel armor was taken from the strong man in Sharba, and it was a whole circle larger than Xiaya's body. He was afraid that Hastings would see the flaws. Since he couldn't reduce his body shape, he could only wear a large size on purpose. Armor.

Two layers of dragon scales, one layer of leather armor, and one layer of heavy armored steel armor... Even if it fails, it shouldn't be a big problem, right

As long as he can get close to Hastings, when he is unprepared, he suddenly uses... Dragon Thorn!

There's a lot of hope that the guy can be hurt!

Moreover, Xiaya has another one to rely on! It is his attack method, which is different from all martial artists on the mainland!

The warriors on the mainland use grudges! When the fighting qi is destroying the hair, there is a dazzling light. If you want to make a sneak attack, the light of the fighting qi will be dazzling before you can make a move... But your crimson murderous aura has been controlled to not show the red light. If In combination with the "Dragon Thorn" that concentrates all the power several times in one point...

"If you don't fight, you will die! If you fight, if you win, there will be a way to survive!" Xia turned over an inconspicuous war horse and glanced at Slater.

Slater was excited, looked at Xi Ya, and gave birth to an indescribable reverence. He couldn't help bowing deeply to Xi Ya, beating his chest hard, and doing the highest courtesy of a Byzantine soldier.

However, Xia Ya suddenly changed his face and cursed: "Don't salute! My day! It's like saying goodbye to a dead body! I'm not dead! I won't die! I will definitely come back alive!! I bah bah bah! It's fucking bad luck!"

A loud horn sounded, and the camp door slowly opened a gap. Bonfret was in the front and Xiaya was in the back. The two rode slowly out of the camp door one after another.

On the battlefield, a black warhorse, covered with a vest, with a half-moon-style scythe on the horse's head, a man on the back, wrapped in black robes, and holding a three-edged war gun in his hand, it was Hess. Ting! !

The horses moved forward slowly. When the two sides approached, Bonfret's horse stopped, and Xi Ya sat beside him next to him. He even helped Bonfret hold the reins with one hand and play the full The appearance of a squire.

Hasting stared at Lord Sir: "You are Bonfret!"

Eyes are like blades!

Bonfret was dressed in paladin armor, covered with blood and damage, with a majestic body and a majestic figure, plus the first-class horse in the crotch, with a black long spear hanging on the saddle... Go there. Chu, there is indeed a bit of a master's style!

Although Sir Bonfret, who was on the horse, was trembling, it was hard to tell that his body was in the armor.

Even his dodging fearful eyes were mistaken for "sharp eyes" in Hasting's eyes!

All in all, Hastings was quite satisfied with this opponent.

In other words, a real powerhouse like Hastings has seen Xiaya's amazing strength on the battlefield just now. He is preconceived in his heart, and he saves people with his own heart. Thinking of such a powerhouse, it should be with Have a noble and strong heart like yourself...

"If that's the case... then, let's fight!"

Hasting slowly raised the three-edged war gun, the tip of the gun pointed at Bonfret, and a black flame suddenly appeared on the tip of the gun!

Bonfret's body trembled even more. Under the threat of Xia Ya, he had no choice but to lift his spear. Although the wooden spear was not heavy, Bonfret's arm was sore and weak at the moment. , After lifting the spear, even the body trembled more and more obviously, and the armor also made a slight trembling sound.

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Hastings was curious.

How did this respectable opponent shake like this

Hmm... what kind of clever martial arts is this? Is it maddening tactics? Or bloodthirsty? Bull power? Or is it the secret technique of maddening ourselves before the war, as if we were Odins

Hastings felt his blood, which had been indifferent for many years, warm up again! His blood was boiling in his heart, and he couldn't help but want to scream! Swish! ! The spear swept away, and with a black flame, the horse trotted towards Bonfret! !

Hastings approached quickly, but Sir Bonfret suddenly closed his eyes - he collapsed! There was a long stream of urine in the crotch, and the spear in his hand fell, but his body was bound and his waist was held up by an iron bar, and he was still standing upright on the horse... Tall and straight, stalwart! Just like a peerless master who is fearless in the face of the enemy's attack!

Hasting no doubt had him, with a clear long howl, the black war gun slashed across a beautiful arc! !

(It's now!) Char's eyes were instantly ignited!

(Help! Help! Someone help me!!) Bonfret's heart is crying...