Game of Thrones: Attack on the North Wolf

Chapter 58 James
James frowned and stared at the street, surrounded by layers of golden robes, Lannister soldiers, and Winterfell cavalry.

Seeing that there was no hope of breaking through the siege, Ed and five Winterfell cavalrymen held their swords to protect the adult among them, who was dressed in the clothes of a caravan leader and wore a hood.

Something is wrong, the young wolf master is not a character who will be protected by others!

This thought flashed through his mind, and with a clang, James drew his long sword from his waist and walked towards the Winterfell cavalry, yelling at the same time, "Get out of the way!"

Hearing this, the soldiers in front of him quickly moved away from the left and right to give him a path leading directly to the inside of the encirclement.

"Rob Stark, I was interrupted by that bastard when I wanted to discuss swordsmanship with you last time.

Come out to me now, otherwise, they will all die miserably! "

Coming to the inside of the encirclement, James raised his long sword in his right hand, pointed at the hooded man, and said loudly.

A Winterfell cavalryman who knew he was going to die today couldn't help but want to try this famous Kingslayer of the Seven Kingdoms.

He put the sword on his waist, rushed to James's face quickly, and made a quick and powerful straight thrust.

With a smile on his face, James quickly drew a semicircle counterclockwise with the long sword in his right hand from top to bottom, and easily swung the long sword of the Winterfell cavalry away.

Immediately afterwards, his wrist holding the sword turned over, and the long sword in his hand was sent forward silkily with the help of force, and then drew a semicircle clockwise to retract.

Bang!

Whoa!

The long sword in the hands of the cavalryman in Winterfell fell weakly, and he slowly lowered his head to look at his cut open abdomen, where he saw blood and organs flowing all over the floor, then he closed his eyes and fell heavily on the ground.

The remaining four cavalrymen looked at each other, and rushed towards James with their swords, wanting to encircle and attack, so as to hit more and less.

Seeing the Winterfell cavalry attacking together, James, who had not fought in King's Landing for a long time, showed excitement on his face, and he directly greeted them with his sword.

The four cavalry charging forward were in different positions, so at the same time, only the two cavalry in front could attack James, and their attacks were all seen by James.
He easily dodged a long sword slash, and with his left hand wearing a leather glove, he struck out quickly and grabbed the right hand of the cavalry on the left holding the sword.

Seeing that a cavalryman on the right had attacked, he raised his left hand vigorously, and used the long sword of the cavalry on the left to block the attack.

At the same time, James' right long sword had been raised to the left ear, a swift and violent slash from left to right, from the eyes of the cavalry caught by the wrist, across the neck of the cavalry on the right side, there was a scream It sounded, and blood flowed down.

Glancing behind the two cavalrymen, James pushed back the blind cavalryman with his left hand and hit a cavalryman behind him.

He blocked it with the long sword in his right hand, stepped over the corpse of the cavalry on the right, and attacked with the long sword of another cavalry who stepped forward to make up for it.

At the same time, James took out the small dagger from his waist with his left hand, threw it vigorously, and accurately pierced it into the eyes of the cavalryman who had just pushed his blind companion aside.

Two swords eliminated the last cavalryman with good combat strength, and then stepped forward with one sword to make up for the blind and screaming cavalry.

call!
Standing in the pile of corpses covered in blood and organs, James let out a heavy breath.

From the beginning to the end, this one-on-four battle took less than 1 minute in total.James' entire killing process was smooth and smooth, showing his powerful personal swordsmanship.

Ed and the hooded man beside him were stunned. The battle ended too quickly, and the two of them had no chance to step forward to assist in the battle.

The man in the hood seemed to feel that there was no need to continue his disguise, and he tore off his hood. He was the last Winterfell cavalry in King's Landing at the moment.

"Tsk tsk tsk! It seems that I can only go back and explain to Her Majesty the queen why the wolf cub has turned into pieces of meat!"

Seeing the man with the hood, as expected, it was not Robb, James shook his head in disappointment.

chap!
After finishing speaking, he wiped the blood from the long sword on the corpse on the ground, and then inserted the long sword into the scabbard around his waist again.

Then he pointed to the last cavalryman and ordered to the surrounding soldiers: "Kill him! The other one I want to live!"

……

A burly man nearly eight feet (approximately 2.66 meters) tall stood in the center of the street. The sunlight blocked by him cast a large shadow on the ground.

Like the shadow he casts on his victims with his size and ferocious rage.

Ser Gregor Clegane, nicknamed 'The Magic Mountain'.

At this moment, he was wearing an extremely thick black armor, which could be seen through the gap, and he was also wearing a chain armor made of iron rings interlocking.

His shoulders, elbows, knees, and other joints are protected by the innermost layer of hard leather armor.

On his head was a giant flat-topped helmet, leaving only breathing holes for the nose and mouth, and a narrow hole for observation at the eye position. The decoration of the flat-topped giant helmet was a stone fist pointing directly at the sky.

It can be said that the magic mountain's armor protection has reached the extreme. If ordinary people wear his armor, I believe that they will be directly crushed by the weight of the armor, not to mention that he still holds a sword and shield in both hands.

The six-foot (about 2 meters) long two-handed giant sword in his right hand is held by him with one hand and is on the ground. In his left hand, he wears a thick oak shield with the family emblem of three black dogs painted on it.

Hearing Robb's question, Magic Mountain did not answer, but said in a low voice to the soldiers behind him without turning his head, "Stand back! He is mine, whoever dares to interfere, die!"

Since Robb was delaying time by talking, his eyes have been carefully observing the surrounding situation.

Yesterday, Robb and the others walked back and forth from the intersection twice because they were looking for Anji's blacksmith shop, but because they had something on their minds at the time, they just passed by in a hurry and did not observe in detail.

This is an intersection in the southwest of Shoemaker's Square. Compared with the stepped alleyway, it is undoubtedly much wider, which is conducive to avoiding escape.

Around this wide intersection, there are also many ceiling stalls, and the goods on the stalls are still there. It seems that the stall owners were forcibly driven out.

The wall on the right side of the intersection says leading to the Lions Gate, the left side of the intersection marks leading to the Alchemist Guild, and directly in front is the Steel Street that Robb visited yesterday.

At this time, the moment Magic Mountain stood in the center of the intersection opened his mouth, the twenty Lannister soldiers behind him immediately retreated in a panic, giving them the fighting space.

Tap, tap, tap!
Hearing the movements of the soldiers behind him, Magic Mountain didn't talk nonsense with Robb at all. He flipped his right wrist, picked up the two-handed giant sword with one hand, and walked towards Robb with heavy steps.

The tall and long-legged Demon Mountain took a big step, which was equivalent to two or three steps taken by ordinary people. In the blink of an eye, he came to Robb's body, raised the two-handed giant sword in his right hand, and slashed heavily.

call!
The heavy two-handed giant sword made a deep sound of piercing the air under his powerful swing.

(End of this chapter)