"Titus--Peake----"
Recognizing who the person was from the distinctive black armor, the only one in the entire continent, Jon·Darry's pace subconsciously slowed down.
"Don't believe it?"
Titus's voice sounded a bit stiff due to the barrier of the helmet.
He turned around, first gave a thumbs up to His Highness Crown Prince who stopped temporarily and looked over, and slowly made a cold throat-cutting ceremony across his throat.
I missed the opportunity before, but I finally made up for it now.
Then he turned to look at the bottom of the low hill, where Robert was showing up as a warrior, and asked in a deep voice, "Robert, do you need help? As long as the two of us take action together, Rhaegar·Targaryen can't last more than three breaths."
"No need! I can solve it! Titus, just help me block them----"
Robert didn't even think about it and refused with an angry roar.
He held the war hammer tightly in his left and right hands, and his eyes were filled with the obsession to take revenge with his own hands, "----I will tear him to pieces with my own hands!"
Titus then turned around, faced Jon·Darry and shrugged, saying, "You have also seen that their relationship is very good and they do not allow others to join without permission.
Sir, for the sake of your white robe, I don't want to hurt you. Only one side of the place is allowed to pass here, and you can't pass. How about you just stop there and don't move around until they decide the winner?"
Is this road blocked?
The other party is very powerful, but even honest people would not be able to bear such remarks as "Don't be stupid, I can kill you directly".
Jon·Darry's forehead was so stimulated that veins popped out. He stopped talking nonsense, raised his sword and advanced towards the black Earl who was standing with a giant sword.
No matter how powerful the black Earl is, he has to give this white robe a try!
Titus Seeing that he was not afraid of death, he became a little excited. On the handsome face behind the ghost face, the corners of his mouth slowly cracked, and he couldn't help but reveal a Nike smile.
No, no, I can't laugh yet, I have to hold it back.
Since the "trial" with Jon Clinton, who was originally not good at using giant swords, he has quickly mastered the use of "Heartsbane" and is familiar with its "performance" characteristics.
When fighting against others, he is confident that he can bring out the power of the giant sword.
When the battle situation is right, the so-called "men and horses are shattered" is not a problem.
As for the battle behind him, he had already given orders:
Robert Nothing can happen, Rhaegar feel free----
Black Earl was fighting with his hands, and he was about to pull up the Heartsbane that was inserted into the ground----
"Stop! Didn't you understand what Earl said? He asked you to stop where you are----"
A scolding one step ahead of him, sounded first, "Earl doesn't want to hurt you, but I don't necessarily!"
The figure wearing white soft armor rushed out. It was Wenda·Storm with a sharp blade in his hand and a murderous intention.
Corbray of Heart's Home owns the ownership of "Lady Forlorn", and black Earl has obtained the custody rights of the sword from "Bad Knight" Linn.
Where is Wenda?
She has temporary usage rights.
Someone guessed at once that this was Wenda who wanted to try a new sword!
The tragedy of black Earl rubbing someone down and snatching someone's head happened again.
Titus watched in astonishment as Ms. Wenda flew out with a strong and graceful posture, holding a completely black Lady Forlorn in her left hand, and fought with Kingsguard who was also caught off guard.
In other words, two white shadows collided together, and Wenda circled around Kingsguard at an extremely fast speed. The blade of the sword in his hand poked out from time to time, like a poisonous snake being ejected.
Black Earl is not worried about "White Eagle" at all, because he has seen her swordsmanship before.
It is a dangerous fighting style that relies on swift movement and cunning sword moves as its basic points.
Poor Kingsguard, he is in danger.
"How dare you, a ungrateful womanizer, to stop me?"
Jon·Darry's eyes darkened slightly. After blocking a few swords, he raised his sword and struck Wenda's slender torso.
If faced with Black Earl himself, he might even show some weakness.
And a female streamer?
It's not that he underestimates his opponent, but a fight to the death on the battlefield is different from an everyday fight without armor. No matter how talented he is and how hard he trains, the natural physical gap between men and women is unavoidable.
The physical gap determines the weakness of women.
The straight male iron guard Jon·Darry is full of confidence and is already thinking about other things. He is preparing to capture this female warrior and threaten Titus·Peake who is standing in the middle.
He regarded the female guard captain as Starpike Earl's mistress.
But just as his confident sword was halfway through, Lady White Eagle's figure was already like a real falcon, flying away nimbly. At the same time, he stabbed the sword with his left hand and directly attacked Jon·Darry's waist.
The sword was moving too fast just now, so I didn't pay attention. Only then did Baipao realize that she was actually left-handed!
Jon·Darry was startled and quickly sheathed her sword to block.
He has been practicing swordsmanship for thirty years and has fought against countless masters, including Kingsguard, who has a luxurious lineup this time.
Among the Iron Guard brothers, he may be the weakest, and Jon·Darry does not shy away from this.
But in daily sparring, Jon·Darry also absorbed a lot of nutrients from Sword of the Morning, Fearless Knight, Prince of Dorne and others, and felt that he could deal with most of the swordsmen in the Seven Kingdoms and their normal opponents who were right-handed----
But what is "normal"?
Just after discriminating against women, the white robe began to discriminate against left-handers again.
He immediately paid the price for his discrimination.
Wenda uses his left hand to draw the sword, and his sword path is completely opposite to that of "normal" people. Since he first touched and used a sword as a child, Jon·Darry has developed a set of offensive and defensive logic, which is completely unsuitable for the opponent's attack trajectory.
His waist was immediately scratched, and the plate armor on his body had no protective effect, which made his heart sink again.
The opponent has a magical weapon!
Under Wenda's fast sword, all the defensive angles and coping skills he usually practiced were of no use.
"Why, looking at you in a panic, you can't cope with it? Is this the level of Kingsguard?"
If you don't learn from the good ones, you will learn from the bad ones.
The soldiers who served under Black Earl, especially the closest members of the guard, also began to talk trash and learn to play the opponent's mentality.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Lady White Eagle's mouth. She didn't have that many dirty words in reserve, so she just kept talking until the point was reached, and her sword swing speed gradually increased.
The sword shadows are like weaving, and the moves are directed at Jon·Darry's flaws.
From the perspective of Titus, the sword of Wenda actually has its own system and belongs to a set of practical tactics that subvert traditional technology.
When regular knights practice sword practice, the teaching is based on "dealing with the person holding the sword in the right hand." The concepts of strong side and weak side have long been ingrained in the mind. How to launch an attack, including how to dodge, all habits have long been formed into routines.
For example, the "danger prediction" in muscle memory will automatically default to the sword move coming from the opponent's right side.
Wenda's left-hand sword is completely deviant and reverses the logic of the entire fight.
Although Jon·Darry was wearing plate armor and could barely withstand the cutting edge of the sword, it could not defend against the direct thrust of Lady Forlorn, let alone the speed of Wenda's sword.
He failed to move forward to get closer to his House Targaryen master. Instead, he was forced to step back, getting further and further away from his Crown Prince Highness.
Lady Forlorn is indeed a well-deserved fast sword. The black blade is extremely sharp. Every time it collides with the Iron Guard's sophisticated armor, it always ends in victory.
If Jon·Darry hadn't learned a lot from his Iron Guard brothers, he might not have been able to wear the armor completely.
"Clang!" There was another impact, and Jon·Darry's big sword was struck by White Eagle Wenda's Lady Forlorn, creating a slanting gap.
His arms trembled slightly, and while he retreated to adjust, he thought that the strength weakness of the opponent as a woman had been made up for by the blessing of the magic weapon.
The only thing that I have an advantage over is probably the physical ability of men----
His habitual male chauvinist thinking has not yet completed the closed loop, and Lady White Eagle bullies him again with Lady Forlorn in his arms.
The left-hand sword swept across in the opposite direction, and with a "chi" sound, the blade of the long sword scratched Jon·Darry's left shoulder armor. Blood seeped out from under the armor instantly. This was the most serious injury he had suffered at the hands of Wenda.
The action of pulling back inevitably paused for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, Wenda turned half low, raised the long sword lightly, and stabbed Jon·Darry in the right abdomen; without waiting Jon·Darry slashed down with his big sword, trying to force the female swordsman back, and then lightly "pecked" his chest with the third sword. After doing all this, Wenda retreated with ease.
These three swords are connected like the clouds in the sky and the water in the river. The connection between the front and back is smooth, so fast that people can't see the details of the moves.
Jon·Darry was covered in blood, and the plate armor on his body was badly damaged. He finally couldn't hold on anymore, and he staggered two steps diagonally, revealing an empty door.
A few drops of hot blood were stained on Wenda's face. The red blood and white flesh looked bright and distinct. A cold light flashed from his right eye, and the sharp sword in his left hand stabbed straight into the throat of Jon·Darry, who was retreating at an angle.
There was a soft "swish" sound, and the black sword tip had already penetrated the gorget, penetrated the skin, and penetrated directly into the iron guard's vitals.
Lady Forlorn gave her the kiss of death. When the sword tip left the neck of the white robe, the blood in Jon·Darry's throat spurted out, but Lady White Eagle, who was well prepared, ducked away.
Lady Forlorn In fact, I am not empty or lonely at all, but it is true that I am cold.
Unlike other corrugated steel swords, it has been quite active in the history of the continent, frequently appearing in major and minor events in the Seven Kingdoms.
As early as when Andals invaded Vale, House Corbray already owned Lady Forlorn. During this period, this sword also fell into the hands of "King of First Men" Robert Royce, and was later taken back by House Corbray.
This sword first appeared six thousand years ago, much earlier than other known Valyrian steel sword, such as "Ice" of House Stark, which is only four hundred years old----
Jon·Darry opened his eyes wide, faced the direction of Crown Prince, fell heavily to the ground, and could no longer breathe.
Before he died, besides regretting that he had not "passed the level" and instead died at the hands of a woman, he also vaguely heard a burst of applause.
"Bah bang bang----You are indeed my number one favorite general! You win beautifully."
Titus, who had watched the whole process how Captain Wenda defeated the enemy, smiled and applauded, exclaiming in admiration.
His first favorite general?
Hmm? Why do you feel a strange sense of familiarity?
Wenda, who has learned many new words from the black Earl, suspects that he is being "riddled"----
The representative figure of "Left-Handed Sword" - the Wheel-turning King of Qin: