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Chapter 86

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, if you put aside the power, just look at the nobility of the bloodline, such a background, even in the wealthy Dìdū Oskilia, can also be ranked in the top ten.

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 the most beautiful man in Dìdū Osgilia - not one of them!

Ever since he was fifteen, he's been the darling of all the women around him – and of course, now. 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 finest wine, wear the finest clothes, ride the finest horses, and even the green jeweled ring on his finger was enough to cover a year's income of an ordinary nobleman.

Although he knew that there were some people who looked down on him in Dìdū, it did not hinder his nobility - at least, those people only dared to speak ill of themselves behind their backs, and when they were in front of him, they were all as respectful as 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.

Can ...... now His situation is simply a tragedy, a nightmare!!

And most importantly...... Poor Lord Sir, he didn't know that his noble name had been 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 Odin Emperor's ** team.

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 himself, 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 knowledge of Char - well, anyway, this smuggler in the army wouldn't think that Char's honest turtle would really run to a fair 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, what?" Bonfrett immediately felt uneasy, "What do you mean?"

"No, nothing. Cato sighed with emotion, and even his attitude became much kinder, and gently patted Bonfrett's shoulder: "Eat some, eat as much as you can...... Well, do you want to drink? I can get you some ......."

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

Cato still looked at him carefully: "Eat, eat, don't think too much...... Alas, the poor fellow. ”

This strangeness made Bonfrett ponder for a morning, and he felt as if he had encountered some kind of dangerous situation, and then ...... At noon, he finally met Char.

He was carried out of the storehouse by several soldiers, and carried directly to the gate of the camp, he saw the blood stains left 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 as white as paper, and his legs were weak, if it were not for the soldiers 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 can 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 that it was defended, right? Can we win the war? 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.

"You...... What do you want?" Bonfrett shuddered, his calves trembling: "I, I'm observant......"

"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! But now's the time for you, the manager, to do something!"

“...... I, I?" Bonfrett's face was suddenly more ugly than crying, where did he know any martial arts? Although he had also studied with a swordsmanship teacher for two years, he had learned that slender and long aristocratic sword, and that kind of swordsmanship was not so much a martial art as a kind of dancing skill.

What are you kidding! Honorable Sir has never seen any blood except for the virgin's redness since he was a child!

"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, 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've picked you an enemy opponent who is just as noble as you...... The commander of the Odin, the Odin Valkyrie, Hasting, will be waiting for you on the battlefield in a moment, and will have a fair duel between the warriors - what do you think?"

Such a sentence fell into the ears, Bonfrett...... Out of body!

"Someone, put on the armor of Lord Sir and bring your horse!" Char ignored Lord Jazz's trembling like a quail.

He opened 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 must be fair, and we will not dishonor the glory of the warriors! I will only bring one of my servants out! If I die in battle, my retinue will bring my body back!"

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

This bastard turtle is shameless! Shameless!! He still keeps shouting 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, black and shiny triangular war spear, his face with a hint of piety and fanaticism.

"The dignity of the warrior...... Hmph, when did Byzantium have another strong man named Bonfret?

With a gentle kick in the horse's belly, Hastings jumped on his horse and stood out with his spear raised! The Odin warriors behind him watched the god of war in their hearts go away with a fanatical adoration look.

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Bonfret quickly put on his armor, and his peculiar gorgeous armor was worn on his body, and sure enough, it immediately showed a bit of majesty! Such a gorgeous style 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...... But......

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 more like. Char smiled with satisfaction. Bonfrett was so frightened that he almost ...... Well, it's not almost, it's already peeing your 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, revealing only a pair of eyes, and then patted Bonfrett, and whispered in his ear: "Listen, I won't let you really die! I will tie your legs, feet and body, as long as you and I play a scene! Your body is similar to mine, that guy is fifty percent sure that he will be fooled! You can only move your right hand, and the spear I 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 make a slight gesture to attract his attention!"

After a pause, Char snorted, his eyes showing a fierce light: "Don't try to run away, and don't think about bad things for me! If you dare to shout half a word when you come! Before Hasting wants your life, I will be behind you, and I can stab you to death with one shot! Guess what, did I have the guts to kill you?"

He's got it! This madman! This turtle! This bastard! He must have!

Bonfrett screamed in his heart!!How dare this bastard treat me like this, 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 make a sound! As long as you are obedient for a while, I will protect you! Otherwise, hum!"

Sretra gave Char a hand: "Hey, what the hell do you want to do! What did you just say to bring a servant with you...... What do you mean?!"

"What do you mean?" Char rubbed his face vigorously, rubbing his face so red that it was hot, before he stopped, he squinted his eyes, and there was a hint of madness in the turtle's eyes.

"I was looking for an opportunity...... Assassinate Hasting!!"

Slater suddenly changed and pointed at Char: "You! you're crazy!!"

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

Slater was very anxious: "You! You are sending him to death! What level of powerhouse is Hasting! How can you hurt him? You are sending him to death! 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 fiercely: "Don't worry! Lao Tzu won't die so easily!! This is the only chance to fight! If you win, everyone has a way to live!! I won't die! You can 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-layered!

Outside the dragon scales is a set of high-quality leather armor, and 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 of Sharba, and it was a whole circle larger than Char's body, and he was afraid that Hastings would see the flaw, and 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 heavily armored steel armor...... Even if you fail, saving your life and escaping back, it shouldn't be too much of a problem, right?

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 still has one thing to rely on! That is, his attack method is different from all the warriors on the continent!

The martial artists on the continent use all the fighting energy! When the fighting spirit is destroyed, there is a dazzling light, if you want to sneak attack, before you can make a move, the light of the fighting spirit will be dazzling...... But his crimson murderous aura has been controlled to the point where the red light is not exposed, and if he cooperates with the "dragon thorn" that concentrates all his strength several times in one point......

"If you don't fight, you'll die! If you fight, if you win, you'll have a way to live!" Char turned over an inconspicuous 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 she scolded: "Don't salute! I'm like a corpse saying goodbye! Lao Tzu is not dead! I won't die! Lao Tzu will definitely come back alive!

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.

And on the battlefield, a black sè war horse, covered with a vest, with a half-moon scythe on the horse's head, a person on horseback, wrapped in a black robe, and a three-edged war gun in his hand, is 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're Bonfret!"

The gaze is like a blade!

Bonfrett was dressed in paladin armor, covered in blood and damage, with a majestic body and a great posture, plus a high-quality steed with a black spear hanging from his saddle...... Looking there, there is really a bit of a master!

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 others with his own heart, thinking that with such a strong man, he should have the same noble heart as himself......

"That being the case...... So, let's fight!"

Hastings slowly lifted the three-edged battle 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 masterful martial art is this? Is it a mad tactic, or is it a bloodthirsty fighting spirit, or is it the power of a bull? Or is it a secret technique that is like us Odin people who are mad before the war?

Hastings felt that his blood, which had been indifferent for many years, was heating up again! His heart was boiling, and he couldn't help but want to let out a long howl!

Hastings approached quickly, but Sir Bonfrett's eyes were suddenly closed—he collapsed directly! urine flowed from his crotch, and the spear in his hand fell, but his body was tied, and his waist was pressed against the iron bar, and he was still standing so straight on his horse...... Tall, majestic! Just like a peerless master who is fearless in the face of enemy attacks!

Hastings did not doubt him, and with a clear long roar, the black sè's war spear slashed down in a beautiful arc!!

Char's eyes were instantly ignited!

Bonfrett's heart is crying......