Twenty Sided Dice

Two horses were pulled over with thick ropes tied to their tails. The two jockeys again began to tie the ropes to each of Jariel's wrists. Siegel immediately understood what dragging was, and hurriedly asked, "How long should I be dragged?"

"From dawn to dusk, or the horse is powerless to run," said the chief, "if he fails to persevere, it proves that he is not worthy of being rescued."

"This is so cruel, Lord Chief!" Siegel said. Janet pulled him and whispered a few words in his ear. Siegel frowned, said to the kitten, "I trust you," and stepped aside.

"Master Chief, this troubadour came to the northern grasslands, and did not intend to offend the customs of various tribes, but made a mistake. Although he is an adult, he is only a naughty child in front of the spirit of nature, Should be educated not executed. And Yarel was struck by lightning in the process of fighting the green foot snake, he was wounded all over his body, and his physical strength was very weak. If he died by dragging, I would say that this is not a majestic ancestor The punishment they cast is the credit of a beast."

"You fought against the green-footed snake? Just you?" The person standing beside the chief laughed.

"Besides the three of us, and Kerry-Chenko, I guess that might be your other son."

There was a lot of discussion until Kerry rushed out of the tent. Several people behind him tried to hold him, but all in vain.

"Child, don't get excited, I don't think they are the murderers of your brother." Chief Clough put his hand on his son's chest and comforted him: "Don't worry, we Jackdaws will get revenge, but we don't want to. It will anger innocent people, which is different from the smelly bear."

"But now only dragging him will kill him, and that woman is right, I don't want a monster to affect the reputation of the tribe." Kerry said in a low voice, "Especially before the harvest festival."

Many other tribal leaders will come to the meeting, so this time can only show justice and majesty - this is what Kerry wants to say. The chief's face changed, and the others exchanged glances. After the death of the chief's eldest son, Kerry became the first choice for the next chief. He has always been widely admired for his sturdy physique and outspoken character, and if he also possesses the wisdom of penetrating hearts, his position will be unbreakable.

"You have some truth in what you said, so I will give him an additional choice." The chief said: "Yariel, either accept the punishment immediately, or hand over the fate to the fighting spirit. Let's fight, the winner will decide the outcome of the loser. !"

The flag was rattled by the wind, and everyone looked at the troubadour. But he still collapsed on the ground, his eyes closed and his body shaking. He could neither listen nor speak, he just resigned himself to waiting for the result of being dragged away by the horse.

The Chief frowned, then stretched out again. A coward who is afraid of death, being dragged to death by a horse is nothing, as long as his son can establish his prestige. Then he thought of his dead eldest son, his voice and face, his appearance when he was hunting, and his elegance when he visited other tribes. There is nothing more desperate than a father watching his son die, so pity and sadness filled his face. Now he just wants to solve this matter as soon as possible, and then go to a corner where no one can see and vent his painful feelings alone.

So, the chief raised his hand and said, "Okay, since he can't make a choice, let's keep..."

"Wait a minute!" Siegel took a step forward and stood in front of the chief under the surprised eyes of everyone. "Although I didn't let him steal the property of the dead, and even though I never knew it existed, I didn't want to watch him be dragged to death. Because I'm Yarel's employer, I can speak for him: I choose trial by combat, and I will fight for him."

Janet knew what Siegel meant when he started talking, so she hurriedly stretched out her hand to cover Siegel's mouth. But the squid hugged the kitten tightly, took her in his arms, and finished speaking.

Everyone was discussing with each other, and the scene was a little chaotic for a while. "Is that possible?" someone asked. "Who is fighting him?" Someone is also planning. Several cast contemptuous glances at the poet, considering him a coward, afraid of both death and battle. Others shook their heads, feeling that Siegel was too reckless. Only a few looked at the young man with admiration.

When the wind stopped, Kerry walked over to his father, knelt down on one knee, and said, "Dad, what they took is my brother's relic, and this should not be left to outsiders to do. So I will end the fight. "

The crowd applauded and cheered loudly. They knew Kerry's strength and his martial arts. There is no doubt that the final winner will be. Siegel frowned, he didn't expect this result, after all, this decision was made hastily.

Janet lay in Siegel's arms, raised her head and asked him, "Is it worth it?"

Siegel smiled and replied, "My reason tells me it's not worth it, but I think it should be done."

"Then you can't lose." Janet bit her lower lip and nodded vigorously: "Even against that big guy, you can't lose."

Siegel nodded, then watched Kerry stand in front of him. "Giant" is a lot taller than Siegel, and a circle wider, occupying an absolute advantage in strength and size. Moreover, Siegel has only been in formal martial arts training for less than a year, but Kerry has been training in the tribe since he was a child, and has long been a hunter and warrior.

Kerry looked at Siegel, then called out to those around him, "I'm Kerry-Chenko, son of Chief Kraf-Chenko, giant of the Jackdaw tribe, please listen to me. Today my The opponent, Siegel, killed the green-footed snake with me not long ago in the violent storm. For this reason, his thigh was bitten by the snake and poisoned. After that, we shared the green-footed snake together. Flesh and blood of snakes. So, in the witness of the spirit of battle, we are brothers in battle."

Everyone was quiet, there was only one voice here, and that was the giant's: "I am now fighting for the dignity of another brother, so I can't be stained in the slightest. I can't be because of the wounds left by fighting side by side on the opponent's body. Get anything cheap!" The crowd cheered loudly, then continued to listen to him. "There is only one way to solve this problem, and that is to ask a healer to come and heal the wound. I believe that the spirit of nature will approve of my approach, and I also believe that the spirit of the ancestors will grant my request. The battle will be in seven days. Go ahead, the day before the Harvest Festival, in the presence of all the people, and under the watchful eye of the fighting spirit. But until then, this man is my brother, and I will entertain him!"

"Okay! Well said!" The camp was boiling, and countless arms raised up, shouting the slogan "Giants! Giants will win!" The chief glanced at the elders on both sides with his eyes, and everyone nodded in agreement, so the matter was settled.

What can you do in seven days? Janet can't think of it, maybe she can find a chance to slip away? But the thought passed in a flash in her mind. Siegel wasn't going to run away with her, and he'd face that fight head on no matter what happened. Kitten wondered if he had given Kerry some harmless poison to give him diarrhea or something. But seeing Siegel eating with Kerry, the two were not worried at all about becoming rivals. The kitten thought for a while, weighed the risk of accidental injury and Kerry's exaggerated physical fitness, and put down the poisoning mind.

Kerry and Siegel had a good meal, and the two of them ate a sheep together. Then the therapist came and applied the best plaster to make sure Siegel's wound was healed in two days. Then the giant laughed, picked up a large package, and insisted on pulling the squid outside the camp. There is a sandy field here, barren and flat. And it happened to be separated from the camp by a hill, and no one would see what happened here.

"My brother often brings me here to train and teach me with a spear, saying that I'm always useless with my fists." Kerry sighed, squatted down and grabbed a handful of sand, then watched it go from between his fingers elapse. "The spear is the chief's weapon, just like the ice spear my dad holds. So I never use a spear, but my brother doesn't understand it. I can't beat him every time, and of course he doesn't either. Hurt me. Now my brother is dead, so I'm going to pick up the spear too. Siegel, you practice with me."

After he finished speaking at length, he realized that Siegel's northern language was only a beginner level, and Janet was not nearby, so there was no translation at all. He couldn't help laughing, patted his stupid head, and opened the package.

Inside the package were all kinds of weapons. Kerry picked up the spear, then sat on the ground and wrapped the tip of the spear with cloth. Siegel took a look and saw that there was no machete he was used to, so he picked up a warhammer.

The two slowly learned from each other, fighting each other one by one. The Kree is tall and big, and he can wield a two-handed spear with just one hand. Although his spear-handling skills are not yet proficient, the size advantage is still difficult to overcome.

Kerry was also very surprised by Siegel's martial arts, feeling that he was the most difficult opponent he had ever encountered. If you use weapons, Siegel has all kinds of ways to interfere: move with his steps, dodge with his movements, block with weapons, and even break a spear with a hammer. Kerry wouldn't be surprised if he did it with a machete, but he really couldn't understand how a blunt-tipped warhammer did it. He figured out that to beat Siegel, he had to pounce on it, punch him hard, beat his skills with sheer force, but that would defeat his purpose.

Kerry wanted to fight his brother's way, but found that goal increasingly difficult to achieve.

Siegel probably understood what the giant meant, so he focused on learning his spear tricks. With the help of the general knowledge of various weapons taught by Dwarf Erint, Siegel quickly learned some tricks, sorted out the spear routine of the Jackdaw tribe, and kept it firmly in mind. The two practiced from dawn to noon, and used the afternoon to recover their physical strength, and by the way, they learned each other's language so that they could talk normally. Siegel also found time to read spellbooks, trying to learn one or two important combat spells.

And at this time, Janet will quietly be by Siegel's side, just as Myrcella is by Kerry's side. Before the battle was decided, the two women spoke very little, and the only topic was the baby to be born. Myrcella said that he would definitely inherit his father's heroism, and would become a great young man in the future, the most popular lover of women in a radius of hundreds of miles, and the most respected warrior of men in the entire Northland. Janet listened to her happy fantasies, and her heart was always full of envy.

Yarel gradually recovered his spirits and began to be able to listen to what others said. However, the Jackdaw tribe kept him in a cage and gave him food and drink every day. Siegel went to see him, and the bard just smiled miserably and said nothing.