Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 435 - 61 Planning and Changes_3

Chapter 435: Chapter 61 Planning and Changes_3

Dressed in chain mail, there was a slight “clatter” when Winters walked, luckily it was not detected.

The outermost circle of the Herder camp was made up of wagons, somewhat resembling a wagon fortress.

However, all of the Herders’ wagons were two-wheeled; Winters deduced from escorting the supply column all the way here that these were all single-harness carts.

Behind the wagons were tents, and there were none of the things like moats, breastworks, or fences.

Stepping between the crude tents, Winters immediately switched to a striding walk as if he were returning home.

Bell followed the lieutenant nervously, continuously swallowing saliva and looking back towards the way they’d come.

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Winters patted Bell on the shoulder with great composure, signaling the Hunter not to be nervous.

Right now, Winters kind of missed the old pirate Gold, who was really good at bluffing.

The two of them made their way unhindered until they reached the inner circle of the camp, where everything suddenly opened up.

Before them stretched countless horses, either chewing or resting, gathered by the thousands in silence—not a single neigh—proving truly frightening the Herders’ skill in taming horses.

For a moment, Winters was taken aback.

That was the layout of the Herder camp: wagons on the outside, encircling the horses with tents.

The Herders would lead the herds out of the camp to forage during the day, and if there were enemies nearby, they would drive them back into the camp at night; otherwise, they might stay out.

“[Herde Language] Hey! What are you doing?” a Herder approached, sounding very irritated. “[Herde Language] No touching the horses at nighttime, do you have a death wish?”

Winters raised his hand and an Arrow Flying Spell struck down the Herder. Now that he had gotten this far, there was no need to hide any longer.

The horses raised their heads at the sound and looked towards Winters.

Fluttering their ears and blinking, they looked adorable and tiny, their eyes filled with only goodwill and calmness.

In front of him was a pony with a white star on its forehead. Winters reached out and scratched the pony’s forehead, and it let him rub it submissively.

“Sorry about this,” Winters apologized silently, then crushed the porcelain vial in his hand, unleashing a short, gruff growl from his throat. “Oooaah!”

A composite spell was activated: the Vaporization Spell, Wind Control Skill, and Sound Amplifying Spell.

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The magically enhanced growl exploded in the center of the Herder camp, instantly vaporizing the liquid, which the Wind Control Skill then swept towards the horses.

Winters felt dizzy and nearly passed out on the spot.

The star-spotted pony was terrified and started to run.

All of the Herder horses went wild as if they had lost their minds. No longer gentle, they ran heedlessly into the distance, overturning everything, trampling everything, destroying everything.

This was a fully powered version of “Startle Beast”—Winters now had an unlimited supply of potent animal dung and urine.

Watching the thousands of horses scatter in all directions, Winters felt an indescribable sense of achievement: this might be the most astonishing result of the “Startle Beast” in history.

Horses, in fact, are quite timid.

Once frightened beyond their threshold, they enter an extremely agitated state, and even the gentlest horse can become highly aggressive.

The Herder horses’ innate fear of predators was awakened by Winters, overpowering all their learned training with the impulse to flee.

All they wanted now was to run, to run for their lives.

This emotion was contagious; even horses that were not startled would blindly follow the stampede.

Tents were flipped one by one inside the camp, and the Herders’ cries of horror and despair echoed from all directions: “[Herde Language] The horses are spooked! Run! The horses are spooked!”

A single startled horse could be considered trouble;

A hundred startled horses were frightening;

What about a thousand?

And ten thousand?

At this very moment, no one was more desperate than the Herders in the camp.

Bell took out a dozen porcelain vials and spilled their contents clumsily around.

Winters grabbed the foolish young man and ran: “The spooked horses are coming!”

Some horses broke through the wagons to escape the camp while others, like headless flies, bumped around and charged back in.

The noise in the camp could be heard distinctly by the militia outside.

Ish jumped up and yelled, “Wooo wooo wooo!”

“Wooo wooo wooo!” two hundred-man units shouted as they charged towards the Herder camp.

[Note: They wanted to shout the battle cry, but with a gag in their mouth, they could only make a “wooo” sound.]

Behind them, more militiamen climbed out of the trenches and rushed towards the Herder camp.