Chapter 217

At the critical moment, Zhao Mai threw the hunter's blood spear without hesitation. The spear made a perfect arc and thrust it on the giant's shoulder.

The ugly monster howled, and the stick still fell. But in the end, it was a delay, which gave Bolong a chance to rescue. The mercenary grabbed Roderick's beard and chin, jerked to the side, and the Jazz rolled to avoid the key. However, one of his legs was still not able to get rid of the bad luck. Under the heavy blow, he twisted it in reverse and saw it break.

"What kind of monster is this?" Zhao Mai was really shocked. It's not that this monster is terrible, but that it shouldn't be here. According to the "plot" he knew, Caitlin and Tyrion would indeed be attacked by a mountain people along the way, which was the first time that the little devil faced the battlefield. After experiencing the same tension, fear and hard fight as others, he also tasted the same feeling of victory as normal people for the first time.

People will die in this battle. Zhao Mai remembers that Jack was among them. Tyrion lost his last entourage here, and then he had to rely on himself to get out of the predicament. At present, it seems that among the people fighting in the front line, only bolon and Roderick are still alive, and the rest are dead in all likelihood, with a greater loss than expected. But that doesn't mean there should be a deformed giant?!

Seeing that Zhao Mai was unarmed, some mountain people thought that there was something cheap to take, so they howled and rushed forward. Zhao Mai whistled and let the grain reserve rush out of the lurking. It can now stand up and lick Zhao Mai's chest easily. It only needs a slight jump to bite the enemy's throat.

"Wolf! Watch out for the wolf Someone was shouting. The movement of storing grain is faster than they expected. The movement of left flash and right flash can't be reflected at all. Just a face to face, the grain reserve tore open the throat of two people, and then quickly skimmed from the side, trying to attack the enemy's back.

That group of people followed the turn, at least in that moment, attention was completely attracted by the "wolf" shuttling on the battlefield. Tyrion clenched his teeth, raised his axe, and chopped it from the bottom of the carriage to the feet of the enemy in front of him. Then, like chopping wood, he waved his axe and killed the fallen enemy with his feet in his arms.

"When you fall down, height doesn't matter!" The lion of Lannister's family breathed quickly, and his eyes focused on his first enemy. A mountain folk nearby reached over and tried to take his axe. Caitlin stark took the dagger that nearly killed her son and thrust it hard at the man's back. One by one, until he breathes.

"Thank you, Mrs. stark." Tyrion leans on Zhao Mai's carriage and tries to squeeze out a bitter smile. He suddenly widened his eyes: "get down, ma'am!"

Instead of wasting time looking back, Caitlin immediately fell down and rolled to the side. Tyrion rushed up like a real knight charging on the battlefield.

What to shout at this time - Tyrion's mind was still full of strange thoughts. Sir Roderick of the north will shout, "long live Winterfell!" He has also seen people shouting "long live the king!" And "bless the soldiers!" (warrior is the name of a deity in the seven God Church of vestero) he also wants to shout "long live Kaiyan!"

But he just can't call out the name of his family castle, which brings him only the eternal discrimination of his father and the hatred of his sister. So at the end, he just squeezed out a thin word: "death!"

The mountaineers had never fought such a short man, and Tyrion had never fought such a clumsy man. He was born a dwarf, can never become a powerful soldier, he is not willing to try, and then the reality of education is very miserable. However, his brother, the only one in the world who will protect him without complaint, has extraordinary talent and persistence in fencing. Tyrion likes to watch his brother practice his sword. He often looks at it all day.

He fancied that it was himself, tall and handsome, with excellent martial arts. This is a fantasy that can't be shared. He keeps it in his heart, even when he dreams. His elder brother, James Lannister, was the eldest son and should have been the heir of the Duke and the owner of Kay rock, which could not be replaced.

But now he needs that fantasy. He imitated James's action, although it was only a poor imitation, but it gave him infinite confidence! He wielded the heavy blade of his axe to split the flesh and bones as if it were rotten wood. Even the sound of it was very similar.

The mountain people finally withdrew from Tyrion and Caitlin for a while. They placed all their hopes on the deformed giant. The giant held the tree trunk in his right hand, bent his left arm and pulled out the hunter's blood spear which was inserted on his left shoulder.

A large piece of flesh and blood was brutally brought down, and some even hung on the spear point. The wound was bleeding, but the giant didn't seem to feel pain, and his face was still with a cruel smile. He raised his spear high and threw it back at Zhao Mai.

This is exactly what Zhao Mai wants. He has established communication with psionic powers and weapons. Zhao Mai only needs to give orders. The hunter's blood spear, shining with a light blue light, responded to his order, turned a corner from the direction towards Zhao Mai's chest, and stopped in his hand.

The giant finally felt that he had been fooled, and his expression became very ferocious, and his face was bulging with force! He waved the tree trunk and hit the ground twice. Then he began to rush in the dust.Zhao Mai holds up his spear and is ready to do it again. He uses his mind to control things to affect his balance, and then takes the opportunity to attack. As a result, the wandering Samurai Safir rushed up first. He rolled on the ground, and his long knife, slightly curved, flashed a cold light in the shape of a crescent moon, and crossed the giant's ankle.

When running at high speed, I am most afraid of foot injury, not to mention being cut off directly. Safir's long sword, combined with his skill of chopping feet, is very useful when dealing with larger enemies. Zhao Mai even has a feeling that this kind of long knife is designed to cut off the leg of the horse.

The deformed giant fell down and fell to the ground. Safire used the roll to stop the forward momentum, and then rolled back again. The giant was about to get up with his arms when the long knife went through his ear.

Nothing can survive this fatal injury. The mountain people no longer had the fighting spirit, turned around and ran away, leaving dead horses and injured companions everywhere. Most of those people are Safire's "works", many of them are rolling on the ground with their injured legs, constantly screaming and groaning.

Is that the end? Zhao Mai found that he had not played enough and had not had time to use "powerful skills" such as transfiguration, so the enemy ran away?