Chapter 215

Tyrion's intention to go to Mrs. Stark is obvious. He wants to prove his innocence. Caitlin stark holds a dagger, which she snatched with her bare hands from the assassin who tried to assassinate her son bran, at the cost of serious hand injuries. It's a fine dagger made of Valeria steel (Longyan steel), with unique shape and high value. Mrs. stark took the dagger to King's landing to find her husband in secret, and then got an answer from "her friend" bertier berisch: the dagger belonged to Tyrion Lannister.

That's all she's got against the devil.

According to Zhao Mai, this is rather thin evidence, which is just a little bit better than the credit of the swindler. But in the eyes of a great mother eager to protect her family, even if she has doubts, she will not let Tyrion go, because she can not afford any possible failure. So the little devil's explanation will only be useless, and it can't change the situation he faces.

However, this scene means that the attack from the mountain people will not be far away. Zhao Mai stood up and drew out the hunter's blood spear. He turned around twice in front of and behind him to relax his muscles and bones.

Although he had seen long before, he hoped that the major events in the world would continue according to the "original plan". The advantage of foresight is very important. And only when everything is in order, can he be sure that the three eyed crow still exists, and the opportunity to learn his ability will not be closed to him. "Every world is different. Inspiration is processed by art when it is passed on." The old man's words are still in his ears, so Zhao Mai can't help but worry and secretly pray that some minor changes won't affect the three eyed crow.

"Cavalry!"

A scream broke the silence in the fog. Only two whizzs were heard, and Jack, who gave the alarm, fell off the cliff. He rolled two laps on the ground in confusion, and then got up to check his body. He was lucky that two arrows penetrated his cloak and trousers, but did not really hurt him.

Zhao Maichang breathed a sigh of relief. The arrival of the enemy on schedule relieved him a lot. He caught everyone's attention when he was warming up, so everyone was ready for the attack. Caitlin stark didn't even pause: "Sir Roderick, sir Willy, please get on your horses and prepare for the battle. Don't let the enemy cavalry rush in!" She cried, like a real general. "The unarmed man leads the other horses to the back, and the others protect the flanks of the two knights!"

"We want weapons, too!" Tyrion grabbed her hand: "one more person, one more strength!"

Mrs. stark hesitated. Although she knew Tyrion was right, she instinctively didn't want to believe anything the devil said. Just then, sir Roderick called out, "I hear them! A lot of mobs! Be ready to fight

The cry of a dozen horses was getting closer and closer, and soon became the hoof of dozens of horses. Anyone who has a little experience will not panic, because the sudden increase of sound is just the reflection of sound waves from the mountain wall, and also part of the psychological effect of tension. However, for Marian, a bard, he was scared out of his wits and pursed to hide under Zhao Mai's carriage. Unfortunately, it was not a real carriage, but a deformed car, so when he accidentally hit the wheel, he actually hit the indestructible shell.

A tiny stream of blood came down from his head, and there was no need to sew up the wound, but he still screamed in horror. "If you let him continue to shout, the enemy will be more excited, and the mercenaries will run away!" Tyrion whispered to Mrs. stark, "we need weapons. I promise we'll return them later."

"What do you guarantee?" Caitlin asked, frowning.

"The honor of the lannisters!" Tyrion was busy.

He thought he would be attacked by saliva, but Caitlin just dropped a sentence: "give them the weapons." Then Sir Roderick would pull down the baggage behind the saddle and throw it to them. It was something that belonged to Tyrion and Jack. "Ten bad cavalry, more than thirty mountain people, I'll go and disperse them now!" The coach of lindongcheng rushed out with a horse belly.

All the mercenaries who could fight on horseback jumped on horseback. If the war is not good, the living guy under the butt is their way out. That's how Bologna prepared, but when he passed Tyrion, he knew to throw him an ax.

It's a close combat axe with a very short handle and heavy blade. It's designed to quickly split the handle of shield or enemy weapon. It's a kind of ferocious equipment that can only avoid hard block. In the middle of the double-sided axe blade, a frightening spike can also be used to stab. If it is in the hands of powerful warriors, it can pose a very terrible threat.

Unfortunately, its current owner is Tyrion, a dwarf who has never been to war at all. "I've never used an axe!" In fact, he didn't use any weapons, except the wooden model he used for training as a child. He was smart enough to know that he was useless in the battlefield, so after having a brother with excellent swordsmanship, he never put in any effort in martial arts.

At this time, he was quite regretful. He should learn how to use a weapon, such as an axe. "Cut wood!" Bolon drew his sword from its sheath, spit, and then charged with the other two knights. Several other mercenaries, including jack, Tyrion's entourage, rushed up. Only two nobles, a bard, a psychic Druid, and a wandering Samurai with an Epee, remained untouched."Chop wood? You're kidding. Wood won't hide, and it won't come back with an axe. " Tyrion let out a cry, but also let out his fear through this cry. But fortunately, his reason didn't vent together, so after shouting, he looked around and wanted to find a safe place, such as hiding behind a big rock. Then he saw Marion pouting and ran over: "Hey, get closer!"

"Go away! I'm a singer. Fighting has nothing to do with me! "

"The risk is out there, fool." Tyrion stabbed him in the ass with the sharp point of the axe until he covered the wound and crawled away. Tyrion hurried in, but he did it backwards. He knew it was a matter of life and death.

An arrow towards Zhao Mai shot over, soft and not much strength, Zhao Mai gently side to avoid it. The battle ahead had begun. Three knights and two mercenaries rushed into the enemy's line, waving their swords into a snow-white wall. Most of the mountain people living in the mountains in the East are people who have no land, no property, or have guilt and want to escape punishment. They have no access to real weapons and armor, so they suffer a lot in front of knights and armed soldiers.

"Just stay here. Mrs. stark and Mr. Lannister are fine." It's the first time that Safir, a wandering warrior, talks to Zhao Mai. He slowly pulled the weapon out of the scabbard and swept it gently with his index and middle fingers as if he were a lover. The scabbard of his huge sword is wider than that of the long sword, but the weapon he can draw out is narrower than that of the long sword, and has a slightly curved arc. It seems that this is the reason why he uses the broad scabbard: it's a long sword without a guard, with only one side cutting edge. In addition, the handle is one meter and a half long, which allows infantry to attack knights on horseback. So the three cavalry who saw this scene immediately turned their direction and rushed straight to Zhao Mai.

"It's not really challenging." Zhao Mai squinted at the three horses and said.