Chapter 86: The Tragedy of Bonfret

  Sir Bonfret thought his current situation was a tragedy.

  He has a noble birth, and his family has an ancient and pure bloodline that can be traced back to over a thousand years ago. If we disregard power and only look at the nobility of the bloodline, such a heritage would place him among the top ten even in the imperial capital of Osgilia, where aristocratic families are as common as trees.

  Although he wasn't the eldest son, from birth he received respect and flattery from those around him. Even though he couldn't inherit the family title, it didn't matter much. Moreover, heaven had given him a handsome face, and if one were to judge solely by looks, some people even thought he was the number one most handsome man in the imperial capital of Osgilia - unrivaled!

  Since he was fifteen, he has been the darling of all the women around him - of course, now too. Even though everyone knows that he is the forbidden fruit of the imperial prince, there are still some beautiful noblewomen who secretly send him flirtatious glances. He can drink the best wine, wear the most luxurious clothes, ride the finest horses, and even the green gemstone ring on his finger is enough to equal a year's income for an ordinary small noble.

  Although he knew that there were some people in the imperial capital who looked down on him, this did not hinder his nobility - at least, those people only dared to speak ill of him behind his back, and when they met face-to-face, one by one, they showed respect as if they were quails.

  Every word he says is taken as an irresistible order, whatever he wants, even without lifting a finger or opening his mouth, just revealing a hint of intention, making an eye contact, someone will carefully handle it for him and present it to him with both hands.

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

  Most importantly... poor Lord Jass, he still doesn't know that his noble name has been usurped by a country bumpkin! And to make matters worse, it was used in such a shameless manner to challenge one of the strongest on the continent, the number one warrior of the Odin Empire's army.

  Fortunately, he was locked in the armory's warehouse, and the walls were very thick. He also wrapped a blanket over his head, so he didn't hear Xia Ya's loud roar on the battlefield.

  But in the morning, the warehouse door opened. That despicable personal soldier called "Kato" came in to deliver his own meal, this hateful guy, why did he look at me with that strange gaze?

  The expression on Kato's face was a mixture of smile and non-smile, as he gently placed the plate in front of this noble gentleman, then his eyes gradually became sympathetic.

  With Kato's wisdom and his understanding of Shaya - err, in any case, the smugglers in this army wouldn't think that Shaya, who appears to be honest on the surface but is actually a sly country bumpkin, would really go and have a fair duel with Hastings.

  Eight out of ten that turtle shell, has already thought of kicking this little white face out as cannon fodder.

  Looking at Bonfret, Carto let out a sympathetic sigh and squatted down to take a look at his face: "Alas, being liked by that bumpkin, you're really unfortunate."

  "Huh? What?" Bonfret's heart immediately felt a twinge of unease: "What do you mean?"

  "No, nothing." Katō let out a deep sigh, his attitude softening considerably as he gently patted Bonfret's shoulder: "Eat something, while you can... yeah, eat as much as you can... hmm, do you want to drink? I can get some for you..."

  Bonfret's heart suddenly felt a chill with such an unexpectedly kind attitude, as if he had sensed something very ominous...

  "Go on and eat, don't think too much... Alas, this poor guy."

  Such a strange encounter made Bonfret ponder for an entire morning, feeling as if he had encountered some kind of danger. Then... at noon, he finally saw Shaya.

  He was carried out of the warehouse by several soldiers and taken directly to the camp gate, where he saw the bloodstains on the wall and the strong smell of blood in the air, which almost made Bonfret, who had a cleanliness habit, faint on the spot. There were also pieces of flesh and corpses hanging from the wooden stakes on the wall, and the bloody scenes made Bonfret's face turn pale as paper, his legs weak, and if it weren't for the soldiers supporting him, he would have fallen to the ground.

  He spent the whole morning covering his head with a blanket and praying, he knew that the Odin people had arrived, he prayed to God Almighty to bless him, to bless the 13th Legion to win this battle... because only in this way could he survive.

  Hmmm, isn't the 13th Legion pretty powerful?

  Watching the camp gate still holding firm, Bang Frette let out a sigh of relief - it seemed that they had held on. Had they won? Could they go home now?

  That damned turtle appeared in front of Bonfret again, Shaya's face had a strange smile on it, his mouth was agape, and he looked at Bonfret with the same gaze as one would look at livestock. He then let out two regretful sighs.

  "You... what do you want to do now?" Bonfret trembled slightly, his legs shaking: "I, I was just observing..."

  "Of course, you are the one being protected." Xia Ya surprisingly nodded his head, his arm wrapped in bandages, but his tone was serious: "We're currently fighting to the death to protect your safety."

  Then he paused, and with utmost sincerity said: "The officers are sacrificing, bleeding, and fighting! We have repelled the Odins' fierce attack once. But now it's time for you, Commander-in-Chief, to do something!"

  “……Me, me?” Bonfret's face turned uglier than crying, what did he know about martial arts? Although he had also studied with a swordsmanship teacher for two years, he learned that kind of slender and long noble-style rapier, that kind of swordsmanship was more like a dance technique rather than a martial art.

  Fighting and killing people? What a joke! The noble gentleman has never seen anyone's blood since he was young, except for the menstrual blood of a virgin!

  "Don't worry, it's not like we're asking you to fight those lowly Odin warriors. "Shaya's tone was sincere: "With your noble status, how could we let those low-born Odin soldiers sully your noble hands?"

  Bonfre took a deep breath - it seemed that no matter what, he was still the superior, and with his official position here, this local turtle wouldn't dare to really mess with him...

  Khazixia's next sentence made Bonfret collapse!

  "...So, we've chosen an opponent for you who is just as noble as yourself... The commander of the Aesir, God of War, Hodr! He'll be waiting for you on the battlefield in a moment, and engage in a fair duel with you - what do you say?"

  These words fell into Bonfret's ears... his soul was gone!

  "Someone come! Put the armor on Lord Jazz, and bring over his warhorse!" Xia Ya completely ignored Lord Jazz's trembling, which was like a quail.

  "He let out a loud roar, facing the distant outside of the camp gate and shouting: "Hastings! Are you ready?! I'm coming out to behead you now!! Our fair duel as warriors must be fair, we can't shame the honor of warriors! I'll only bring one attendant with me! If I die in battle, my follower will take my body back!"

  Listening to Tuer's words, Sui Leite felt ashamed and wanted to die!

  This despicable turtle! Shameless! Shameless!! He's still shouting about the glory of martial artists...

  From the opposite direction, after a while, came Hestin's cold and indifferent voice: "As you wish!"

  On the other side of the battlefield, Odin's first name gently tossed away a red silk handkerchief, wiped it clean, and raised his black gleaming three-edged war spear. His face wore an expression of piety and frenzy.

  "The dignity of a warrior... Hmph, when did Byzantium produce another strongman named Bonfret? How dare you!" Hastings mounted his horse, his expression gradually becoming frenzied as he looked at the officers beside him. His severe tone carried a hint of piety: "The glory of the strong shall not be sullied! In the upcoming duel, none of you are allowed to intervene!"

  With a gentle kick to the horse's belly, Blacksting leapt forward with his spear held high, and emerged proudly. The Odin warriors behind him watched them go with a crazed and worshipful gaze, sending off their war god in their hearts.

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  Bonfreed quickly put on his armor, that distinctive gorgeous and resplendent armor of his. When he wore it, he immediately exuded an air of majesty! This style was the most popular among the Byzantine Empire's nobility, the holy knight armor style. Shaya took a closer look, this armor was indeed gorgeous, its grandeur enough to intimidate people... however...

  He suddenly clapped his head, drew his sword and went up, heavily smashing several times on Bonfrere's shoulders, arms and chest, smashing a good set of holy knight armor into several holes and damages. Then he ran to the camp gate, pulled down a piece of residual flesh from the Odin people from the wooden stake, and smeared it all over Bonfrere's body and armor with blood, looking bloody.

  "Hmm, that's just like a sample." Xia Ya smiled satisfactorily. But Bonfret was so scared that he... well, not almost, but actually wet his pants.

  He was tied to the horseback with cow tendons and fixed in place, so he wouldn't fall off. A piece of iron was padded behind his waist in the armor to support his back, keeping it straight and preventing him from bending over.

  Xia Ya put the helmet on him by hand, pulled down the face mask that covered his face, revealing only a pair of eyes. Then he patted Bonfret and whispered in his ear: "Listen, I won't let you really die! I tied up your legs, feet and body, as long as you and I perform a play! Your figure is similar to mine, that guy has a 50% chance of being deceived! You only have the right hand to move, this wooden spear I prepared for you is painted with iron paint, looks like a real knight's spear! Later you are not allowed to speak! As long as you slightly draw a shape and attract his attention, it will be fine!"

  He paused, Xia Ya hummed and revealed a menacing glint in his eyes: "Don't think about escaping or messing with me! If you dare to utter half a word at that time! Before Hastings wants your life, I'll be right behind you, one shot will be enough to take you down! You can try guessing if I have the guts to kill you!"

  He does! This madman! This bumpkin! This bastard! He must have!!

  Bonfret's furious roar in his heart!!!! This bastard dares to treat me like this, what else does he dare not do????

  "But still..." Xia Ya thought for a moment: "I really don't trust you with that innocent face of yours..."

  He lifted Bonfret's visor and stuffed a gag into his mouth: "That way you won't make a sound! Later, if you behave yourself, I'll protect you! Otherwise, humph!"

  "Hey! What are you trying to do?! You just said something about bringing a companion along... what does that mean?!"

  "What's the meaning?" Xia Ya rubbed her face hard, rubbing it red and hot before stopping. She narrowed her eyes, a hint of madness in her toad-like gaze.

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

  Sreter's face suddenly changed color, pointing at Xia Ya: "You! You're crazy!!"

  "Even if we can't kill him, if we can just severely injure him... Hmph, as long as Hastings is wounded, the Odin people will be thrown into chaos! At least it'll delay their attack!"

  "Sui Ren was frantic: 'You! You're going to get yourself killed! What level of expert is Hei Xin?! How can you possibly hurt him?! This is suicide! Utterly pointless suicide!!'"

  Xia Ya took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and made them click, then punched Slater with all his might: "Don't worry! I won't die so easily!! This is the only chance to fight for our lives!! If we win, everyone will have a way out!! I won't die! You can rest assured! I cherish my own life more than you do!"

  The tortoise touched his belly, and there were dragon scales on his chest and back - two layers!

  The Longguang armor is a high-end leather armor, and outside the leather armor, it is also equipped with a sturdy and heavy largest heavy cavalry steel armor! This steel armor was stripped from that strong man Saruba, one circle larger than Xiaya's body shape. He feared that Hestin would find out the flaw, and since he couldn't shrink his body shape, he could only wear oversized armor on purpose.

  Two layers of dragon scales, one layer of leather armor, and one layer of heavy steel plate... Even if I fail, as long as I can keep my life and escape back, it shouldn't be a big problem, right?

  As long as I can get close to Hastings, when he's off guard, suddenly use... Dragon Pierce!

  There's a good chance I can take down that guy!

  And also, Xia Ya has a unique weapon! That is his attacking method, which is different from all the warriors on the mainland!

  Martial artists on the mainland all use Dou Qi! When Dou Qi is unleashed, it always has dazzling light, if you want to launch a sneak attack, before you even make a move, the light from the Dou Qi will already be shining brightly enough to blind people's eyes...... However, my own crimson killing intent has already been controlled to not reveal any red light, and if I combine it with the "Dragon Pierce" that concentrates all of one's power several times over into a single point...

  "If we don't fight, there's only one dead end! If we do fight and win, then there's a way to survive!" Xia Ya jumped onto an unremarkable warhorse and glanced at Srete.

  Sreht's heart was stirred, looking at Xia Ya, a feeling of indescribable reverence arose, and he couldn't help but make a deep bow to Xia Ya, pounding his chest with force, performing the highest courtesy of a Byzantine soldier.

  Xia Ya's face suddenly changed, and he cursed loudly: "Don't salute! Damn it! It looks like a farewell to the deceased! I'm not dead yet! And I won't die! I'll definitely come back alive!! Spit, spit, spit! What bad luck!"

  A loud and clear call sounded, the camp gate slowly opened a gap, Bonfret in front, Xia Ya behind, two people rode horses out of the camp gate one after another.

  And on the battlefield, a black war horse, covered in armor, with a crescent-shaped helmet on its head, and on its back, a man wrapped in a black cloak, holding a three-pronged spear, it was Blackstain!!

  The horse moved slowly forward, and when they were close enough, Bonfret's horse stopped, and Shaya sat beside him, even helping Bonfret hold the reins with one hand, playing the role of an attendant.

  Hastings fixed his eyes on Lord Jass: "You are Bonfrette!"

  Her eyes were as sharp as a knife!

  Bonfrete wore a suit of holy knight armor, the armor was full of blood and damage, his body was tall and majestic, with an extraordinary aura, plus that rare top-grade warhorse, on the saddle hung a black long spear... looking at him, indeed had some air of a master!

  Although Sir Bonfret was shaking like a leaf on his horse, his body in the armor did not show much.

  Even his evasive and fearful eyes were mistaken for "sharp as lightning" in Hasting's eyes!

  In short, Hastings was quite satisfied with this opponent.

  Or to put it another way, a true strongman like Hasting has already seen the astonishing strength of Shia on the battlefield just now, and he has already made up his mind, thinking that with such a strong man, he should have a noble heart as a strong man like himself...

  "Very well... then let us fight!"

  Hastings slowly raised the three-edged spear, its tip pointing at Bonfret, and a black flame suddenly appeared on the tip of the spear!

  Bonfredd's body shook even more violently, and under Shaya's threat, he could only pick up his long spear. Although the wooden long spear was not heavy, Bonfredd's arm was weak and numb at this moment, and after picking up the long spear, his body shook even more violently, and the armor also made a slight trembling collision sound.

  Barbarian?

  Hastings was somewhat curious.

  This respectable opponent, how did he end up like this?

  "Hmm... What kind of advanced martial skill is this? Is it the Frenzied Battle Law? Or the Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit? The Power of the Savage Ox? Or perhaps, like our Odin people, a secret technique to go berserk before battle?"

  Hastings felt the blood that had been cold for many years heat up again! His heart was boiling with excitement, and he couldn't help but let out a loud whoop!! With a sweep of his long spear, accompanied by a black flame, his horse galloped towards Bonfret at a small run!!

  Hastings approached rapidly, but Sir Bonnivet suddenly closed his eyes - he collapsed directly! Urine flowed long in his crotch, the long spear in his hand also fell down, only his body was tied up, his waist was pressed against the iron bar, still standing upright on horseback... Upright, majestic! Just like an invincible master who fearlessly faced the enemy's attack!

  Hastings unsheathed his sword with a clear and loud whoosh, the black spear drew a beautiful arc and chopped down!!

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

  (Help! Help! Somebody save me!!) Bonfret's heart is crying...