Only a few figures remained below the slope, writhing and groaning with fatal wounds.
On the slope stood three Ironborn who had not yet completely lost their fighting ability.
Two of them had been shaken by the power of the heavy arrows, and their movements were slightly sluggish. Jon led his men straight in and surrounded them.
The last one was also the most burly and ferocious.
His face was spattered with his companions' blood. He looked around and realized that the soldiers before him were from Deepwood Motte.
His face was spattered with his companions' blood. He looked around and realized that the soldiers before him were from Deepwood Motte.
"Haha, what a small world! I can't believe you actually found us!"
The captain of the Ironborn fleet gripped a double-headed battle-axe and glared viciously at Garon, who stood watching from a short distance away.
"Fuck!"
"Even if I die, I'll take one of you bastards with me!"
He roared and swung his heavy battle-axe, charging at Garon like a Giant Bear.
"Protect the lord!"
Jon panicked and ordered the remaining soldiers to attack, while Mihawk also had the men aim their heavy arrows at the Ironborn captain.
"Stand down!"
Garon shouted, his voice steady and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.
There was no fear in his eyes. He drew the greatsword at his waist and faced the Ironborn captain.
It happened in an instant.
Just as the powerful axe blade was about to come crashing down, Garon swung his sword, meeting it head-on.
Clang—
Garon firmly parried the Ironborn captain's axe blade, then used his remaining strength to force the axe back toward him.
The Ironborn captain glared, gritting his teeth as he pushed against Garon's greatsword, but could not help feeling horrified.
"Who is this man?"
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