Chapter 86 [Bonfrett's Tragedy]

Sir Bonfret felt that his current situation was really a tragedy.

He has a noble background and his family has ancient and pure bloodlines. The long history of this bloodline can be traced to more than a thousand years ago. If we ignore the power and only look at the nobleness of bloodlines, such a foundation can be ranked among the top ten even in the imperial capital of Osgilia, which is rich in families.

Although he was not the eldest son, he was respected and flattered by people around him since he was born. Even if he could not inherit the title of the family, it was no big deal. Moreover, God gave him a good face. If we look at it alone, some people even think that he was the number one handsome man in the imperial capital Osgilia - no one!

Since he was fifteen years old, he was the darling in the eyes of all the women around him - of course, now, too. Even if everyone knows that he is the forbidden body of His Royal Highness, some beautiful noble ladies often send him some secret messages. He can drink the best wine, wear the most luxurious clothes, ride the best horse, and even the green gem ring on his finger is enough to match the income of an ordinary little nobleman in a year.

Although he knew that there were some people in the Emperor who looked down on him, this did not hinder his nobility - at least, those people only dared to say bad things about themselves behind their backs, and when they were in front of him, they were respectful as if they were quails.

Every word he said was regarded as an irresistible order. He didn't even have to do anything himself or speak. As long as he showed a little meaning and gave a look, someone would immediately help him handle it carefully and then deliver it to him with both hands.

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

The most important thing is... poor Lord Jazz, he didn't know that his noble name was used by a rustic man! And in that shameless way, he took his name and challenged him to one of the famous strong men in the mainland, the number one master in the Odin** team.

Fortunately, he had been locked up in the warehouse of the armory. The walls of the warehouse were thick and he wrapped a blanket and covered his head, so he did not hear the loud roar from Shaya on the battlefield.

However, in the morning, the door of the warehouse opened. The lowly soldier named "Cato" came in to deliver food to himself. Why did this hateful guy look at me with that weird look?

The expression on Kato's face seemed to be a smile, and he gently placed the plate in front of the noble jazz, and then his eyes gradually became pity.

With Kato's wisdom and his understanding of Chara - uh, this smuggler in the army would not think that Chara, who is honest on the surface and is actually a bad guy, would actually go to have a fair final battle with Hasting.

Eighty percent of that country bumpkin has already decided to kick this young man out as cannon fodder.

Looking at Bonfret, Kato sighed sympathetically, squatted down and looked at his face: "Oh, you are really unfortunate to be attracted to that rustic guy."

"Huh? What?" Bonfret immediately felt a little uneasy in his heart: "What do you mean?"

"No, nothing." Kato sighed with emotion, and even his attitude became much more kind, and gently patted Bonfrett's shoulder: "Eat some, eat more now, eat more if you can... Well, do you want to drink? I can get you a little..."

Bonfret's heart was chilling with such an unexpectedly kind attitude, as if he had smelled a very bad smell...

Kato still looked at him carefully: "Eat, eat, don't think too much... Alas, this poor guy."

Such strangeness made Bonfret think about it for a morning, and he felt as if he had encountered some dangerous situation, and then... at noon, he finally met Xia Ya.

He was carried out from the warehouse by several soldiers and carried directly to the camp gate. He saw the remaining blood on the wall of the village and the strong smell of blood in the air, which made Bonfert, who had always been obsessed with cleanliness, almost fainted on the spot. There were also minced meat and corpses hanging on the wooden stakes of the village wall. Those bloody scenes made Bonfert's face pale as paper and his legs became weak. If it were not for the soldiers next to him, he would probably sit on the ground on the spot.

He spent the whole morning praying with a blanket covering his head. He knew that the Odin people were fighting. He prayed for the omnipotent God to bless the Thirteenth Corps to win this battle... because only in this way can he survive.

Well, isn’t the Thirteenth Corps very powerful?

Seeing that the camp gate was still holding on, Bonfret breathed a sigh of relief - it seemed, he had held it, right? Have we won? Can we go home?

The damn rustler appeared in front of Bonfret again. Xia Ya had a strange smile on her face and grinned, as if she was staring at Bonfret with her eyes as if she was looking at the animals, and then she tickled her tongue twice with regret.

"What do you want?" Bonfret trembled a little, his calves trembled: "I, I'm observing..."

"Of course, you are the master of Observation." Xia Ya actually nodded, with a bandage wrapped around his arm, but his tone was serious: "We are fighting to protect your safety now."

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

"...I, me?" Bonfret's face suddenly looked even worse than crying. How could he know any martial arts? Although he had also learned from the swordsman for two years, he learned the slender and long noble sword. Such swordsmanship was more like a dance skill than a martial art.

Killing people in war? What a joke! The noble jazz has never seen anyone's blood since he was a child!

"Don't worry, it's not for you to fight against those lowly Odin soldiers." Xia Ya's tone was very sincere: "With your noble status, how can those lowly Odin soldiers from lowly origins taint your noble hands!"

Bonfret breathed a sigh of relief - it seemed that no matter what, he was a boss after all, and he was placed here, so this country bumpkin dared not really do anything to him...

But Chara's next sentence made Bonfret collapse!

"...so, we have selected you an enemy with the same noble status as you... the commander of the Odin people, Odin's warrior, Hasting! He will wait for you on the battlefield in a moment, and have a fair duel between warriors with you - what do you think?"

Such a sentence fell into his ears, Bonfrett...the soul is out of his body!

"Come on! Put on the jazz armor and bring your war horses!" Xia Ya ignored the jazz trembling as if it was a quail.

He opened his throat and shouted loudly to the distance outside the camp gate: "Hasting! Are you ready? I'm going to come out and kill your head now!! The fair showdown between us warriors must be fair and do not humiliate the glory of warriors! I will only bring a entourage out! If I die in battle, my entourage will take my body back!"

Listening to the words of the rustic, Slater was so embarrassed and angry that he was dying!

This bastard! Shameless! Shameless!! He is still shouting about the glory of a warrior...

In the opposite direction, after a while, Hasting's cold voice came: "As you wish!"

On the other side of the battlefield, Odin's first player Hasting gently threw away a red scarf and wiped it up. The black and shiny triangular war gun was lifted, with a hint of piety and fanaticism on his face.

"The dignity of a warrior... Humph, when did Byzantium come out with another strong man named Bonfret? There is a kind of talent!" Hasting lifted his gun and got on his horse, his expression gradually became furious. Looking at the cadres around him, his stern tone was filled with a hint of piety: "The glory of the strong cannot be defiled! In a moment of duel, you are not allowed to intervene!"

With a light kick to the horse's belly, Hasting jumped out with a spear and came out loud! The Odin soldiers behind them all watched the god of war in their hearts go away with a fanatical look.

Bonfret quickly put on his armor. His unique gorgeous and desolate armor was immediately seen on his body. Such a gorgeous style was exactly the most popular paladin armor among the Byzantine nobles. Xia Ya looked carefully and saw that the armor was gorgeous and gorgeous, and its style was enough to be scary... But...

He suddenly slapped his head, took his sword and went up. He slammed Bonfrett's shoulders, arms and chest a few times, smashing a pair of gorgeous and mighty Paladin armor into several holes and damages. He ran to the camp gate and pulled a piece of corpse left by the Odin from the wooden stake, and wiped it up in blood on Bonfrett's armor, looking bloody.

"Well, this is like a lot." Chara smiled very satisfied. But Bonfret was so scared that he almost... Well, it wasn't almost, it was because he had peed his pants.

He was tied to the horse's back with cow tendon and fixed it without falling off. He lined an iron bar in the armor behind his waist and back, which could keep his waist and back straight and not bend and fall down.

Shaya put on his helmet, put down the covering mask, revealing only a pair of eyes, then patted Bonfrett and whispered in his ear: "Listen, I won't let you die! I tie your legs, feet and body, as long as you play a scene with me! Your figure is very similar to me, that guy is 50% sure you will be fooled! You only have your right hand to move, the spear I prepared for you is wood, painted with iron paint, and looks like a real knight's spear! You are not allowed to speak in a while! As long as you gesture a little, you can attract his attention!"

After a pause, Xia Ya snorted, her eyes showing fierce light: "Don't try to escape, nor do you think about ruining my affairs! If you dare to shout half a word then! Before Hasting takes your life, I will be behind you and you can stab you to death with one shot! Are you guessing, did I have the courage to kill you?"

He has it! This lunatic! This rusty bastard! This bastard! He must have it!!

Bonfret screamed wildly in his heart!! This bastard dares to treat me like this, what else does he dare not?!

"But..." Xia Ya thought for a moment: "I really don't feel at ease with you..."

He lifted up Bonfret's face armor and stuffed a numb core into his mouth: "So you won't make a sound! As long as you are obedient, I will protect you! Otherwise, hum!"

Srett pulled Chara: "Hey! What do you want to do! What did you mean by what you said just now to bring a entourage with you...What does it mean?!"

"That's it?" Xia Ya rubbed her face hard, and her face turned red and hot, and then stopped. He squinted his eyes, and there was a hint of madness in the eyes of the rustic bull.

"I want to find a chance...assassination of Hasting!!"

Sret changed color and pointed at Chara: "You! You are crazy!!"

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

Slater was extremely anxious: "You! You are dying! What level of power is Hasting? How can you hurt him? You are dying! You are dying!!"

Xia Ya took a breath, gritted her teeth hard, and then punched Slater hard: "Don't worry! I won't die so easily! This is the only chance to fight! If you win, everyone will have a way out! 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 it was still two layers!

Outside the dragon scale was a set of high-quality leather armor. In addition to the leather armor, there was also a pair of strong, thick, heavy, heavy, heavy steel armor of heavy cavalry! This set of steel armor was taken off the strong man Salba, and was a whole circle larger than Chara's. He was afraid that Hasting would see the flaws. Since he could not shrink his body, he could only deliberately wear large armor.

Two layers of dragon scales, one layer of leather armor, and one layer of heavy armor and steel armor... Even if it fails, it shouldn't be too big of a problem to escape after saving your life, right?

As long as he can get close to Hasting, he will suddenly use... Dragon Thorn when he is not prepared!

There is great hope that you can hurt that guy!

Moreover, Xia Ya has another reliance! His attack method is different from all the warriors on the mainland!

The warriors on the mainland use Dou Qi! When Dou Qi is destroyed, there is a dazzling light. If you want to attack, the light of Dou Qi will be dazzling before you can take action... But your crimson murderous aura has been controlled to the point where it will not reveal a red light. If you cooperate with the "Dragon Thorn" that concentrates all your strength several times...

"If you don't fight, you will die! If you fight, you will have a way out!" Shaya turned over an inconspicuous war horse and glanced at Slater.

Sret was excited and looked at Shaya, and felt an indescribable reverence. He couldn't help but bow deeply to Shaya, beat his chest hard, and performed the highest etiquette of a Byzantine soldier.

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

With a loud horn, the camp gate slowly opened a gap. Bonfret was in front and Shaya was behind. The two of them rode horses and slowly came out of the camp gate one after another.

On the battlefield, a black war horse was covered with a vest, a half-moon sickle on its head, and a person on the horse's back, wrapped in a black robe, and a triangular war gun in his hand. It was Hasting!!

The horse slowly moved forward. When both sides approached, Bonfret's horse stopped. Chara sat next to him. He even helped Bonfret hold the reins with one hand and acted as a sergeant.

Hasting stared at Lord Jazz: "You are Bonfrett!"

The eyes are like a blade!

Bonfret was wearing paladin armor, covered with blood and damage, with a majestic body and a stunning figure. With the top horse that was one in a thousand under his crotch, a black spear hung on the saddle... When he stood there, he was indeed a bit of a master's style!

Although Sir Bonfret was trembling on the horse, his body was not very obvious in the armor.

Even his fearful eyes that were dodging, in Hasting's eyes, mistakenly thought it was "sharp eyes as sharp as lightning"!

All in all, Hasting was very satisfied with this opponent.

In other words, a real strong man like Hasting had seen Xia Yan's amazing strength on the battlefield just now. He had preconceived ideas and judged people with his own heart. I think that with such a strong man, he should have the same noble heart as himself...

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

Hasting slowly lifted the triangular battle gun, pointed the tip of the gun at Bonfret, and a black flowing flame suddenly turned into a spear!

Bonfret's body shook even more violently. Under the threat of Charia, he had no choice but to lift his spear. Although the wooden spear was not heavy, Bonfret's arms were sore and weak at this moment. After lifting the spear, even his body trembled more and more obvious, and the armor also made a slight trembling and collision sound.

Yi?

Hasting was a little curious.

How did this respectable opponent turn out to be like this?

Well... what kind of clever martial art is this? Is it a mad war? Or is it a bloodthirsty fighting spirit? The power of a mana bull? Or is it a secret skill to madly transform yourself before the war like us Odin?

Hasting felt his blood that had been indifferent for many years hotter again! His heart was filled with blood, and he couldn't help but whistle! Swish!! A spear swept, and with a black flame, the horse trotted towards Bonfrett!!

Hasting quickly approached, but Sir Bonfret suddenly closed his eyes - he collapsed directly! The urine flowed in his crotch, and the spear in his hand also fell, but his body was tied up, his waist was blocked by the iron bars, and he still stood so straight on the horse... upright, majestic! Just like a fearless master when facing the enemy's attack!

Hasting was undoubtedly with him, and with a clear long roar, the black war gun drew a beautiful arc and slashed it down!!

(It's now!) Xia Ya's eyes were ignited instantly!

(Help! Help! Who will save me!) Bonfret's heart is crying...
Chapter completed!