Wenda came back.
While walking, she put Lady Forlorn back into the scabbard.
The huge ruby at the end of the hilt contrasts beautifully with the sapphire sword on the other side of her waist.
Poor Jon·Darry still doesn't know that Ms. Wenda, who cut his throat to death, is not in her complete form, and she did not use her full strength-
Wenda Like many left-handers, her right hand is equally flexible and powerful. Otherwise, how could she draw the bow with her right hand?
When she holds two swords and launches combo attacks, even Titus will find it difficult.
If Wenda holds two corrugated steel swords----
Hiss-
Black Earl gasped at the little dragon girl using the Jade Girl Su Xin Sword, she couldn't imagine that kind of scene.
The picture was so beautiful that he didn't dare to look at it.
Titus has judged based on his own personal experience. It is not that simple to crack Wenda's swordsmanship. First, you need to truly understand its special features:
That is not a simple "right-hand sword mirror image", but a set of "three-dimensional countermeasures system" designed specifically based on "conventional sword fighting concepts".
It can take advantage of the opponent's inertial thinking and experience blind spots to forcibly create "flaws", and use the coordination of agile body skills and sword moves to speed up the frequency of attack and defense between each other.
As long as the opponent's reaction to the battle is not fast enough, he will be easily attacked and then cut into a bloody gourd by Wenda's fast sword.
When he loses too much blood and his energy decreases, Wenda can casually give out a killing blow and defeat his opponent in a cool way.
This is also the reason why experienced knights like Jon·Darry were defeated by her in a short time.
Wenda returned to black Earl with a smile, "Master Earl, I've done it."
Hei Earl looked at the corpses of Jon·Darry on the ground, and then at Lady White Eagle. He was still a bit dumbfounded and shook his head. "Sir Wenda----Please try not to take my head from now on."
The black Earl is a bit boring if you haven't gotten addicted to it. The Lady Forlorn in your hand has been tried with a sword. The Little Orphan and Heartsbane I have here haven't been opened yet.
Easily, he picked out a white-robed Lady White Eagle, bowed slightly, ignored him, and replied in a cliché: "It is my honor to share your worries with you."
Black Earl looked at her with his ghost mask for a while, and after receiving a sweet and bloody smile in response, he turned back speechlessly to watch the fierce battle between Crowned Stag and the red dragon.
The two seem to have passed the warm-up stage and are now letting go.
Objectively speaking, Robert has just recovered from a serious injury, and Rhaegar has also been intoxicated in the land of gentleness for many days. In fact, neither of them is at their peak.
But even so, the fight in front of them still made Titus and Wenda's scalps go numb.
The two fought from the side of the hill to the grassland, switching from a mounted battle on horses to an infantry battle on the ground, and then fought from land into a stream.
The stream at the foot of the hill has long been turned into a shura field, with dark red water carrying residual limbs and weapons, whimpering and flowing among the cobblestones.
The duel between the antlered knight and the dragon-helmed prince has become the core vortex of this battlefield.
Titus could clearly see that during the battle just now, Crown Prince's advantage was obviously greater. The versatile Prince Dragonstone learned everything very quickly. This trait was very similar to Starpike Earl himself.
Compared with the opponent's repeated war cries, Rhaegar can always maintain a silent and restrained posture, methodically avoid Robert I's overweight war hammer, and can even use the horsepower impact to respond with fierce counterattacks.
Although Robert was extremely powerful, his riding skills were inferior. He was forced into danger by Rhaegar several times on horseback. The arm armor of his left hand was even cut open by Rhaegar's sword blade, and blood flowed down the gap in the armor and onto his horse.
It was not until Robert I, whose left arm was affected, suddenly threw out the war hammer in his left hand and hit House Targaryen Crown Prince on the head of the horse, and then drove the horse to rush over, causing the two horses to fall to the ground at the same time, that the battle suddenly turned.
The battle of infantry has always been Robert's home field, even if he is missing a hammer.
Crown Prince's knight sword still has a speed advantage in foot combat, but the gap in strength makes him frequently rely on his shield to withstand Robert I's fierce offensive.
The red dragon emblem on the shield had already been chipped away by the hammer, and his left arm would soon become half-wasted like Robert I's left arm.
The two of them just followed each other one after another, entangled with hammers and swords and fell into the river. The turbid river water had just reached their thighs. Robert I stepped on the pebbles at the bottom of the river, and his heavy weight made him as stable as a giant rooted tree.
He was the first of the two to get up and regain his balance. With a heavy sweep, Rhaegar's hastily raised shield was thrown away.
Rhaegar is also very smart in combat. Whether on horseback or in the water, no matter where he goes, he knows how to use the surrounding environment to fight.
When he took advantage of the flow of the stream, he rushed forward, and when the sword blade was tilted, he successfully cut Robert's thigh, causing his opponent to lose his balance due to heavy bleeding. The blood flowing out of the wound mixed with the dirty river water, which made the Antler Warrior's eyes look even more ferocious.
Rhaegar may be full of fighting spirit, but he may not have the hatred and fighting spirit of his opponent.
When anger accumulates to a certain level, it will start a prairie fire----
Fighting in the water accelerates the physical exertion of both parties. The stalemate battle is not only a competition of willpower, but also a contest of tolerance of pain.
Crown Prince's lower abdomen was finally grazed by the hammer head, and the black armor around his waist shattered into an indescribable shape. Every breath brought unbearable pain; Robert's ribs were also pierced by the tip of the sword that stabbed back, but he still gritted his teeth and clenched the war hammer and struck back.
He had learned how to live with pain in many previous battles, and His Highness Crown Prince, who had always been pampered and pampered, had rarely experienced such extreme torture.
When Titus, Wenda, and Dodge rushed to the shore, they found that Rhaegar's face had gradually turned pale, his body was shaky, and his movements had slowed down. He was losing his greatest advantage.
Crown Prince knew that he couldn't go on like this, and he didn't care that the enemy's black Earl was waiting on the shore. He crawled from the water to the shore with difficulty, rolled to his feet, and stood up. His long silver hair was wet and stuck to his face. He was in a very embarrassed state. He had long lost his image of the most beautiful man in the mainland.
The setting sun began to dye the river red.
Robert I's battle armor was covered with sword marks, his left arm and thigh were bleeding, and his waist and ribs were penetrating injuries. The dragon-shaped decoration on Crown Prince's black helmet also became crooked, one dragon wing was broken, and the beautiful red crown tassel had long since fallen off in the water.
Staring at Crown Prince's pale handsome face that was twisted in pain, Robert suddenly laughed wildly at Robert who was clinging to the former despite having more wounds and more serious injuries.
Then, like a bull with red eyes, he lowered his shoulders, charged forward, and used the horns on his head to knock His Highness Crown Prince, who had finally climbed ashore, back into the water!
After chasing Crown Prince, who fell to the sky and splashed on the water to get up, unforgettable hatred surged in his eyes. The tall antlered knight suddenly pulled his heavy hammer back behind his shoulder, making a forward movement that looked like "hitting a baseball" to Titus.
He gathered all his strength into his arms and let out a roar that shook the river bank.
The heavy hammer fell to the ground like a meteor, hitting Crown Prince's chest!
The force of this blow was enough to break the rock. Crown Prince's breastplate instantly cracked and dented. The rubies formed into dragon shapes on the surface shattered and fell into the tidal flats of the stream like blood beads.
The distinguished Highness Crown Prince didn't even have time to utter a scream before he fell straight into the sewage not far from the shore and could only cover his knees.
The light in Rhaegar·Targaryen's eyes gradually faded.
On his deathbed, he no longer thought about the "prophesied prince" - "the savior of Westeros"
What flashed before his eyes was a Red Mountains warm sun and the gentle smiling face of his brown-haired lover, both of whom appeared vaguely in the light and shadow.
He opened his mouth and vaguely read the name "Lyanna". Finally, he tilted his head and fell into the blood, falling into eternal darkness and a sleep that was difficult to wake up from.
A kind of suffocating silence spread on the battlefield, and the fighting between the enemy and our soldiers seemed to pause for a moment.
Due to the ferocious intervention of Black Earl, there was no dramatic scene of "soldiers swarming forward, fighting for those blood-stained rubies regardless of friend or foe."
Titus on the river beach quietly watched the ruby fragments being washed away by the current, thinking that this was not a Trident shore, and there would no longer be the so-called "Ruby Ford".
He shook his head and walked towards Robert I, who was standing next to the corpse of his old enemy, holding on to his war hammer to prevent himself from falling.
The excitement of killing the evil dragon only made him happy for a brief moment. When he heard the name from Rhaegar's mouth, the Antler Warrior's eyes were filled with only a sense of loneliness and emptiness after a great revenge was avenged.
And behind him.
It was a scene where the leaderless Royal Army collapsed completely, with the soldiers abandoning their armor and fleeing in all directions.
The existence of Crown Prince was the reason for their gathering; the death of Crown Prince became the last straw that crushed the Royalist army.
The rebel army was victorious.
When the sun set completely, the sound of fighting near the nameless hill had completely dissipated.
Only the bloody smell stirred up by the evening wind was left, swirling endlessly on the dark red stream.
The soldiers of the rebel army cleaned up the battlefield in accordance with the instructions of the higher-ups. Some dragged the corpses of the royal army and piled them up for burning. Some collected the scattered weapons, armor and stomachs, and some used stream water to wash away the blood on their faces. I don't know which one is dirtier, blood or water.
But the faces of the soldiers in the rebel camp were mixed with the joy of victory. Even they, small soldiers, knew that the chance of their rebel leader Robert I boarding Iron Throne was greatly increased.
The body of Rhaegar·Targaryen has been carried to the shore. Robert, who was once again "tied up" with layers of bandages, threw his heavy hammer aside, lowered his eyes, and stared at the dented black armor on the corpse on the ground, and some ruby fragments scattered irregularly on Rhaegar's breastplate.
When the deep-seated hatred dissipates, all that remains is boundless confusion.
Titus couldn't let him go on like this. It would be no good to anyone to continue to be confused. He walked over and said, "Robert, Rhaegar's death is far from the end, it is just the beginning."
Robert·Baila Theon, whose eyes were glazed over, heard some movement and raised his head to look back at each other.
"Lyanna may not be dead yet - if we find her, will you still be willing to marry her?"
It is actually not difficult to imagine what Lyanna went through.
"Of course! Of course I will marry her—all these battles I fought and the killing of Rhaegar today were all for her!"
Seemingly gaining a new impetus from Titus's words, Licking Dog No. 1, who was once in Lady White Eagle's mouth, immediately nodded in confirmation.
The stag's love for the female wolf seems to last until death?
Dragon and deer gladiatorial fight: