The murderous aura is formed in the formation clouds at three times, and the cold sound is heard in the day.

The west wind roared, as if murderous intent turned into a physical body. The dark clouds like iron blocks pressed against the earth, and the sky seemed to be getting lower and lower.

The Terdun troops set up a formation one mile away, and the Paratufang watched the battle on the wall. Everyone held their breath and waited for both sides of the Makgora ceremony to come out.

Only the crows circling in the sky made waves of ominous and desolate hoarse frocks.

Suddenly, a low horn sound came from a distance, and more horn sounds echoed from all directions of the fortress.

The sound of the trumpet seemed to be announcing the end of the world, one-third of the sun, moon and stars were hit, and the sky dimmed.

Twelve stout Hudd drummers shook their arms and smashed the mallet hard towards the drum face like a round table.

The drums of war sounded, and a warrior walked out of the Tertunbe headquarters slowly.

The warrior was so burly that it seemed as if a giant from the edge of the world was on the battlefield.

The other Huds were beside him, as funny as dwarfs and children.

The Palatus couldn't help but exclaim, because the giant was wearing something that was not armor.

Warrior Nahud wore a complete set of full-body armor, breastplates, legplates and armplates, all of which were steel plates, just like a giant cast from iron.

Only the helmet is still in the style of Heard, with three huge green feathers inserted on it, revealing a pair of eyes.

Such a set of plate armor, not to mention how much effort it takes to use materials, you can't buy the finished product at this size alone.

It must be customized to make it, and there is no possibility of shoddy iron armor.

Another horseman brought the war horse for the iron giant, and the horse is also not an ordinary person.

Hedma was tough and tenacious, but short, unable to carry such giants and plate armor.

The giant's mount was a heavy war horse [Destrier] that could only be seen outside the wasteland, and the elder armor was even higher than the head of the horse hat.

The grass cannot keep the giant beasts. It must eat fine grains, drink beer, and take care of them carefully in stables with walls on all sides.

The iron giant stepped on the black war horse, held up his long spear, and walked by the Heds in sequence in front of each formation.

Wherever he went, a burst of thunderous cheers broke out. The Hudders all beat their weapons desperately and shouted and cheered at the top of their lungs.

Seeing the steel giant riding on a horse, the Paratus was like being strangled by an invisible big hand, and a sense of suffocation and powerlessness attacked them.

Father Kaman couldn't help but murmur:

[I saw those horses and horse riders, with armor on their chests as fire, with purple agate and sulfur. The horse's head was like a lion's head, with fire, smoke, and sulfur, coming out of the horse's mouth. The fire, smoke, and sulfur that came out of the mouth, these three disasters killed one-third of people.]

Mason beside Kaman punched the female wall and scolded: "The barbarian is the most cunning! No wonder he agreed not to use muskets!"

It was agreed in advance that the form of Makgola was cavalry warfare, with armor allowed, no weapons restricted, and no death, but the use of crossbows and muskets was not allowed.

As a result, the Hudd sent such an invulnerable iron giant.

The gate of the fortress opened with a bang, eight trumpeters bulged their cheeks and blew the march, and the Paratu drummer also beat the snare drum.

But in front of the desolate and sad big drums and long horns of the Hudds, the trumpet snare seemed soft and powerless.

A silver-gray horse rushed out of the fort at lightning speed and rushed to the open space between the two armies.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska agreed to the Makgola ceremony, but at the same time believed that the two generals of the army had a disgrace to duel in front of the formation.

He suggested that both sides choose the champions and warriors, and their acting leader will hold a one-on-one duel.

Obviously, the Iron Giant was the champion of the Terdun tribe. The fire-growing man came prepared, no wonder he agreed at once.

And the Paratu champion is obviously only Winters' "Blood Wolf" Montagne.

The blood wolf came out, and the Paratus also beat the weapons and shouted with all their might to boost their momentum.

However, the oppression brought by the steel giant was too strong, and the momentum of the Paratus was finally overwhelmed.

Mason looked at his junior's back worriedly. He knew that Winters was a spellcaster, but he also knew that Winters' flying arrow technique was not powerful enough to break through the plate armor.

He had the urge to stop the ceremony and bring Winters back.

There was a rumbling drum sound in his ears, one black and one silver and two riders faced two hundred meters apart, Hurd champion held a spear and Wintersti's spear.

Hurd's giant's body was wrapped in steel plates.

In order to be flexible, Winters even took off all his arm armor, shoulder armor and skirt armor, and only had one piece of breast armor to fight.

In full view of everyone, the champion Paratu turned over and dismounted, and nailed the horse stake and tied the silver-gray horse.

Then, the champion Palatu stood still with his spear and hooked his finger at the steel giant, and wanted to ride with steps.

Champion Hurd had never suffered such insults. His chest was filled with blood and he screamed.

The drums stopped abruptly and Makgora officially began.

The steel giant shouted loudly, and the boot spikes were nailed into the ribs on both sides.

The heavy war horse, which was pitch black all over, was stimulated, and its four hooves hit the ground heavily, carrying the rider to the small upright ape that stood still in motion.

On the wall of the fort, all the hearts of the Paratus were tightened in an instant, and many even forgot to breathe.

The Hudd also held his breath and concentrated, his pupils tightened, waiting for the destined tragic collision.

The war horse speeded up like crazy, and the champion Hed clamped the long spear under his armpit. The power of the war horse and humans gathered at the tip of the spear at the same time, with unstoppable inertia, pointing directly to the chest of the champion Paratu.

Such power can't save your life even if you wear plate armor.

Winters was sweating on his hands, and a ton of giants rushed towards him. No one was afraid.

He estimated the distance, and when the iron man and giant horse rushed into fifty meters, he took a deep breath.

In just one breath, the dark war horse approached more than ten meters.

That's now!

Winters stepped into the casting state, and he held the spear and briefly assisted. All the magic power poured into the spear without reservation and threw it straight towards the steel giant.

[Aggravate the flying arrow technique]!

As soon as the spear made a move, Winters rolled to his left.

Punching a gun? The champion sneered in his heart.

Although the javelin is powerful, its speed is not as fast as an arrow, and its trajectory is obvious and it is not difficult to hide.

However, this gun is extraordinary. It is too fast, so fast that it is not as powerful as a human being able to throw, and the Hurd champion has no time to react.

The cold light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he threw the gun to his eyebrows.

"clang!!!"

The lights are out.

The spear hit the steel giant's face. The giant leaned back, raised his hands weakly, and slowly fell from the saddle.

Few people saw this shocking throw clearly, but everyone heard the crisp sound of the metal collision.

Winters, who was rolling to the left, thrilledly avoiding the rushing horse.

The war horse that lost the rider did not stop and instinctively fled to the river bank.

Winters, who had climbed up from the ground, pulled out his short sword and rushed towards the fallen giant without hesitation.

The vitality of the champion Hurd was terrifyingly tenacious. The spear tip was inserted into the helmet for more than an inch, and he was still breathing. However, his head was hit violently and his consciousness became blurred.

The Makgora ceremony... never ends.

Winters lifted off the giant's helmet and neck protection, and blood was blurred on the other person's face.

He didn't want to look at the other person's face, so he clamped the giant's head against his chest with his left arm like iron pliers.

The Hurd champion struggled desperately instinctively.

Winters gritted his teeth and wiped the giant's neck.

First, the skin, tissue, the arteries and veins on the left, and the sharp short knife easily cut them open. Then there was the throat, where there was cartilage protection, which made it difficult to cut.

Blood splattered into Winters' helmet, and the giant's struggle gradually became less and less twitching.

Winters panted backwards, and a terrible wound appeared on the neck of the champion Hurd.

But the giant doesn't have to worry about these things, he is dead.

The battlefield was dead silent.

Winters suddenly understood what was going on. Neither enemy nor us could see clearly who lost and who won.

It was necessary to finish this matter. Winters got up, stepped on the giant's back, and held the knife in both hands to cut the giant's neck.

Soon, only the spine and a little flesh and blood were left to connect the giant's head and body.

The blood wolf stepped on the giant's body, grabbed the giant's hair with both hands, and shouted loudly, pulling the head of the champion Heder from his torso.

He held the giant's head high, and his roar was amplified by magic and broke through the clouds and rocks, resounding through the wilderness:

"Enemy general! He has been confiscated!"

The answer to him was first as silent as death, and then a deafening cheer erupted from the fortress.

The soldiers of Paratu shouted, roared, and beat their weapons like crazy. Amid the sound of mountains and thunder, an extremely excited gunner inserted the red hot iron spindle into the fire hole.
To be continued...