Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 28 Duel
Sir Vardis is wearing a full set of heavy armor, gauntlets, iron gloves, plate armor, metal clusters like lobster shells, a steel neck guard, and a mask in the shape of an eagle's beak, with only a small gap left for the eyes.

Cole also had ringmail, but with a half horn missing, a jagged metal helmet, and a visor borrowed from the armory, with guards on his arms and leg guards on his heels.

Compared with the metallic Valley Knight, Cole looks like a jester.Ser Vardis was like a white and elegant temple knight, and Cole was like a wildling beyond the Wall.

The two knelt on one knee under the sculpture of Alyssa, and the little devil stood between them. The monk took out a multi-faceted crystal, and the refracted sunlight flashed seven colors of iridescence. He solemnly prayed to the gods and asked them to witness this trial.The voice reverberated, and the lingering sound curled up.

Tyrion whispered at Cole's side as he was being led away, "He's got a lot on and must be tired."

Cole smiled knowingly.

Vardis took the sword from the attendant. This sword is very beautiful, with silver silk carving texture, a falcon head on the hilt, and spread wings on the gauntlet. It looks like a soaring eagle. He tried to Wave a few times.

Cole also drew out his sword, and it was as cold as night in an instant. Mrs. Lysa, who was still boasting about the carved silver sword, suddenly shut up.

Everyone secretly asked in their hearts: How could this down-and-out knight have such a sword?

Ser Vardis saluted the Lord loudly, "Fight for the Eyrie and the Vale!"

Cole wanted to shout too, but he really didn't know what to shout.You can't fight for the Great Wall, can you?
Vardis turned around and picked up the round kite shield.Cole drew another sword backhand.

wow~
There was an instant uproar.

Someone exclaimed, "This man actually wields a sword with both hands."

Caitlin thought of what her husband Ned told her about the past, when she asked him who was the mother of his illegitimate child?Is it the rumored Ashara Dayne?

Instead of answering him, her husband ordered her not to ask any more questions.Later, perhaps out of guilt, he would talk about the legendary knight "Arthur Dayne", and people prefer to call him "Dawn Excalibur".

Sir Dawn Excalibur uses a two-handed sword, the "Dawn" Excalibur is the main attack, and the steel sword is the main defense.Whenever he recalled the knight in white, Ned would always show respect. It was a battle of ten people, but only two survived in the end.

When Caitlin looked at the duel field, the two had already joined together. The child crossed his swords directly against Sir Vardis's silver sword, and saw him force a lot, and the heavily armored knight staggered. Take a few steps back.

Cole didn't defend at all, and the two swords slashed like a hurricane, and Sir Vardis could only raise his shield and keep retreating.

Occasionally grabbing the gap, Vardis swung two swords, but Cole always avoided it flexibly. He couldn't hit at all, but was constantly attacked like a slow tortoise.

Everyone present was shocked by this scene, and some aristocratic girls even felt worried, as if their knights were about to lose.

But Bronn shook his head secretly. How could he fight like this? He was obviously unable to break through the suit of armor, and he still attacked randomly. It was a waste of energy, and he would definitely lose after exhaustion.

That's right, Bronn thought the same as Tyrion, that is to consume the opponent. Vardis is not young, and he can't last long with such a heavy armor.

Instead, Cole compared his strength with him, and it was completely thankless.

Vardis flinched in shock. Others thought it would be easy for him to resist, but every time this kid slashed with his sword, it was like a heavy hammer. Every time he blocked, he had to slow down for a long time.

No one could see the sweat gushing out from behind him.

He thought he was experienced in hundreds of battles, but this was the first time he had seen such a style of attack, it was too brutal, and only he knew that the kid's sword became stronger and faster as he swung it. Hurry up, the scariest thing is that he is only attacking but not defending.

With a bang, the shield was cut by Cole, and the fragments scattered all over the place.

Vardis quickly grasped the sword with both hands, and the one-handed sword couldn't block his attack at all.

Cole opened and closed, up, down, left, and right, attacking in all directions.

When Vardis received a sword, he had to use his armor to receive a sword. The armor, which looked majestic and majestic, was now dented in the east and west.

Catelyn couldn't help wondering how such a man would fare on the battlefield if he were in heavy armor.

Some people can't help but think of that notorious guy at this moment—"Magic Mountain"

What happens when this man fights the Mountain?Someone who had seen the Magic Mountain secretly compared Cole and his size, and it was obvious that the giant had the upper hand.

Ser Vardis' hands were already shaking, and his armor was shattered.

The battle had been going on for about 10 minutes, and suddenly Cole's movements began to slow down.

"He's tired," someone thought to himself.

Vardis seemed to have seized the opportunity, and stabbed at Cole's chest with a sword. The silver sword gleamed dazzlingly in the sun, and no one thought his dark ring armor could resist this blow.

Tyrion almost raised his heart to his throat, and he prayed secretly in his heart, "Little Ranger, Little Ranger, you have never let me down, don't lose."

Cole suddenly stepped away, threw a sword, and then grabbed Vardis's wrist, punching Winter Night towards his neck.

"You've lost Sir Sir," he said softly.

Vardis wanted to withdraw his arm, but he felt that he was firmly clamped, unable to move at all.

Cole bent his hand, only to hear the bones click, he screamed, and the silver sword fell to the ground.

He was sweating profusely on his forehead, stabilized his figure, and snorted coldly, "I can still fight."

Cole slapped him on the head with his sword, and he wobbled a few times and fell to the ground. His heavy armor made it difficult for him to get up.

Cole picked up the carved silver sword and threw it in front of him. "If you still want to fight, stand up."

Vardis gritted his teeth and tried his best to prop up his body, but it felt like a mountain was pressing on him. His eyes flashed unwillingly, he looked up at the long sky, and finally said with the last bit of strength, "I lost."

After a short rest, he pulled out his helmet and took his sword, "I am ashamed of Lord Jon."

"Mum, why didn't they fight anymore?" Duke Robert asked, who was enjoying himself.

"It's over, baby." Lysa waved her hand, "Come and help Ser Vardis, take off the armor."

"Then can you watch the little villain fly?" the boy continued to ask.

Tyrion walked to Cole's side with a smile, "The little villain may not be able to fly, he plans to go down the mountain with the carrot in a basket, thank you for your care."

"I thought"

Before Madam Lysa could speak, the little devil said, "I thought the Arryn family still remembered their clan language—as high as glory."

Lysa was so angry that she hurriedly chased away the guest: "Come on, send Lord Lannister and his monster away to me."

PS: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
(End of this chapter)