The roar of Warhammer tearing through the air could still be heard. At the critical moment, Leo Sanglas relied on instinct to avoid the blow to the head. However, the wound on his left arm that was opened by the gravel and the terrifying hammer mark embedded in the ground all declared that the power of the comer was anything but ordinary.
He half-knelt on the ground, raised his head in shock and anger, and looked at Antlered Helm Warrior who walked out from the edge of smoke and fire.
My ears were filled with the shouts of "For King Robert" from the soldiers of Dragonstone.
"Robert·Baratheon?"
Looking at the approaching antlers, Sanglas spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, and the surprise on his face was quickly replaced by a ferocious look. "Bah! Pretending to be a ghost!"
As a knight who has experienced battles for a long time and has superb swordsmanship, he does not believe in the rural legend about the return of the king's soul.
Even the Seven Gods he believed in devoutly would never be able to dig up a person who had been dead for two years from his grave and send him to Dragonstone in an instant!
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
After a brief shock, Sanglas growled, "I want to see what kind of ugly face is hidden under your helmet!"
"Eh!!!"
He stopped talking nonsense, his body suddenly bounced up, and Longsword drew an arc of light in his hand, directly piercing the gap in Gendry's mask!
This sword is fast and fierce, showing his solid knight skills.
Gendry obviously didn't expect that the opponent would react so quickly. In his previous battles, the enemy's head was either smashed directly or frightened. Who dares to take the initiative to fight back like this guy!
In a hurry, he could only raise the hammer handle to block in embarrassment.
Bang!
The sword blade struck the heavy hammer handle, causing sparks to fly. The huge force made Gendry's arm go numb and he took two steps back.
He fought bloody battles all the way up from the bottom. With his brute force and Warhammer power, he did knock over many enemies, but the physical consumption was huge.
After all, this was his first battle, and his hammer, which was invincible in the battle with the soldiers, began to seem a little powerless in front of the real masters.
Coupled with fatigue, his movements became sluggish and his breathing gradually became heavier.
Leo Sanglas's swordsmanship is an orthodox knight combat skill inherited from the family, rigorous and efficient.
He didn't give Gendry a chance to breathe and take advantage of his strength, and attacked one wave after another.
Whoosh!
A sword grazed Gendry's thigh, the mail ring cracked, and blood seeped out.
Gendry roared and tried to grab the hammer to fight back, but the heavy Warhammer seemed clumsy in front of his agile opponent.
Sanglas easily sidestepped and stabbed him in the ribs with a backhand sword.
Poof!
The tip of the sword penetrated the leather and lock ring, causing excruciating pain.
"Uh-huh!"
Gendry cried out in pain, and the pain in his ribs made him move even slower.
"With this little ability, how dare you pretend to be Robert Baratheon?"
Sanglas sneered. With his rich experience, he immediately saw that his opponent had amazing strength, but his skills were extremely poor, so he took advantage of his pace and speed to keep wandering.
Not long after, Gendry received several more wounds on his body. Although they were not fatal, blood flowed and his physical strength was consumed rapidly. The sound of breathing under the antlered helmet became heavier.
Gendry's arms waving Warhammer became heavier and heavier, his vision was blurred by blood loss and sweat, and he felt a trace of despair in his heart.
Sanglas's sword seemed to be everywhere. Every time he blocked, his arms were weak, and every time he dodge was half a beat slower.
"Ser Corleone..." The image of the calm man appeared in his mind, and he regretted not following the other person's instructions and making the decision without authorization.
But after his shoulder armor was cut open by the sword blade again, the pain and fear still made him shout involuntarily, "Ser Corleone! Help me!!!"
The roar echoed in the chaotic terrace, even overpowering some of the sounds of the clash of weapons.
Some people who were fighting couldn't help but look sideways.
However, there was no response.
The figure he was looking forward to did not come to save him like a divine soldier.
Poof!
In his daze, another sword stabbed him in the side of the abdomen. Fortunately, most of it was blocked by the edge of the plate armor, but the blade still cut into the flesh, causing burning pain.
Gendry staggered back, leaning against a crenellation, and Warhammer almost lost his grip.
Under the antlered helmet, the young face was filled with helplessness and fear.
What exactly are you expecting?
Ser Corleone may have left with Shirin long ago, or maybe he doesn't care about his life or death at all...
From the beginning to the end, I was just a chess piece, a chess piece that made its own decisions and then trapped itself into death.
However, Leo Sanglas would not give him time to sigh.
Seeing that his opponent was unable to resist, he held the sword with both hands, pointed the tip of the sword at the gap in Gendry's faceplate, and was about to deliver a fatal blow.
"It's time to call it a day, impostor."
"Go down and stay with the real Robert Baratheon!"
Longsword is coming with a shrill sound of wind!
Gendry closed his eyes in despair, preparing to accept reality.
Just before the tip of the sword is about to touch the visor!
A gray shadow, like a ghost, suddenly appeared from the group of soldiers who rushed up from behind Gendry and were fighting with Sanglas's men!
That speed was too fast. An extremely ordinary Longsword came last, arriving first, accurately standing between Sanglas's sword and Gendry's visor!
Bang!!!
Sanglas The sword he was determined to win was actually held firmly by the sword that suddenly appeared, preventing him from making any progress!
The force of the shock coming from the sword was far greater than he expected. It made his wrist numb and Longsword almost flew out of his hand!
He was horrified, and he quickly withdrew his sword and took two steps back, looking at the person coming with uncertainty.
It was a "soldier" wearing ordinary Dragonstone garrison mail and blouse. The armor was even stained with smoke and blood, making it look unremarkable.
But from Sanglas's point of view, the opponent's posture and position of holding the sword just blocked all possible attack routes!
Not only that, but what is even more impossible to ignore is the pair of eyes exposed from the shadow of the helmet, which are cold, calm, and without a trace of ripples.
It was as if he had just blocked a fatal blow, but he just did it casually!
This is definitely not the look and skill that an ordinary soldier should have!
Corleone didn't look at Leo Sanglas who was facing a formidable enemy, and he didn't even glance at Melisandre who was not far away.
He just took two steps forward and turned his head slightly, using the corner of his eye, he glanced at Gendry, who was leaning on the crenel covered in blood and panting.
That gaze seemed colder than the sea breeze on Dragonstone Island, and sharper than the sword edge of Sanglas.
There was no concern, just an almost execution-like reproach and scrutiny.
The moment Gendry met this gaze through the gap in his faceplate, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and even the pain of the wound seemed to be frozen.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Corleone's gaze only stayed for less than a second, then turned back and fell on Sanglas again, who was facing a formidable enemy.
"You were very handsome just now, little bastard."
He finally spoke, and his voice sounded a little muffled through the mask, but the words penetrated Gendry's ears clearly, full of unabashed sarcasm.
"What... are you going to do to my woman?"
He paused and suddenly emphasized his tone. "Idiot!"
A low shout was like a whip hitting Gendry's heart.
"I asked you to gather people to help Stannis, but you insist on resisting your ridiculous Antlered Helm and pull off such a trick where you think you are a hero saving the beauty."
"Do you really think of yourself as Robert Baratheon?"
"I tell you, stupid boy, you're not even close yet!"
Corleone still had his back to Gendry and faced Sanglas, but his words were like a cold scalpel, accurately cutting through Gendry's ridiculous impulse. "Look at that woman...
"You are seriously injured now. You are bleeding like a stabbed pig. You can't even stand still. Have they even looked at you?"
"People have tortured you thousands of times, but you regard them as your first love?"
"This... is a fucking war, not a love game for you!"
Corleone, who almost never used swear words, cursed a lot of curse words at once, all of which were thrust into Gendry's confused mind, making his self-righteousness due to being too easy in the battle worthless.
Gendry's body trembled violently, not because of injury, but because of an unprecedented shame.
He turned his neck hard and looked at Melisandre beside the wall of fire.
Red Woman, who had taken away his virginity, still stood there quietly, his red eyes looking into the void, as if listening to the revelation of the flame, or waiting for the next step of fate.
Her posture was as indifferent as ever, as if the fighting around her and Gendry's serious injury failed to attract her attention.
As Corleone said, she... didn't look at him at all.
Not once.
It turns out that in the eyes of the other party, his actions of risking his own life and even disobeying Corleone's instructions may be no different from other dying soldiers on the platform, or even... maybe even more stupid.
"I..." Gendry choked with sobs, and the huge shame almost overwhelmed him.
The soldiers he brought also stopped fighting and stared at this scene in stunned silence, seeing that the hero they considered "Robert's incarnation" was being scolded in such an embarrassing manner.
However, in everyone's astonished eyes, Gendry, who was covered in injuries and wearing a majestic Antlered Helm on his head, suddenly knelt down straight towards Corleone's back with a "pop"!
The heavy Warhammer was released and fell to the ground with a clang.
He lowered his head, his voice hoarse and crying, "I was wrong... I'm sorry, Ser!"
Hearing Gendry's cry, Corleone took a deep breath and felt the unhappiness in his heart dissipate a little.
After all, he is just a child under sixteen years old, so it makes sense that he has some special feelings for the woman who took away his first time.
But... he must be awakened, otherwise this boy will definitely die at the hands of a woman in the future.
But then again, even if you die in the hands of a woman, it is better to die in the hands of a wild boar...
Ahem, what are you thinking about?
Gendry was crying bitterly, and Corleone was dazed.
This extremely weird scene completely stunned Leo Sanglas, and then a rage of being seriously underestimated rushed into his head.
He was here to take revenge and fight here, but these two guys actually did this in front of him?
And... Kneel down???
"How dare you chat!!!"
"Aren't you a little too damn contemptuous of people!!"
"Who is in control of the situation now!"
Sanglas roared loudly, all chivalrous demeanor disappeared in an instant, and he thrust his sword towards the back of Corleone who seemed to be defenseless!
This sword is fast and fierce, vowing to stab this guy who is pretending to be a ghost!
However, facing this fierce backstab, Corleone didn't even panic at all.
He just made a seemingly random wrong step, and his body slid sideways by a hair's breadth.
Whoosh!
Anglas's sword, which he was determined to win, grazed the edge of Corleone's mail and penetrated the air without even touching the corner of his clothes.
Then, without waiting for the opponent to change his moves, Corleone's right hand holding the sword seemed to just casually move back.
Poof!
A line of blood suddenly opened from Sanglas's right forearm holding the sword!
Not deep, but painful.
"I'm educating my children."
Corleone then slowly raised his head, his voice was still calm, but with a condescending impatience. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Seeing this, Sanglas was shocked and angry. He couldn't believe that he was hurt so lightly.
He roared wildly, using the exquisite swordsmanship he had learned all his life, and attacked Corleone like a violent storm!
Stabbing, cutting, chopping, and teasing, he brought the orthodox knight swordsmanship to its extreme, and his moves were deadly.
But Corleone's reaction made all bystanders, including the soldiers brought by Gendry and the remaining subordinates of Sanglas, feel numb.
Weird, so weird!
The range of his footsteps is extremely small, but he can always dodge every attack of Sanglas at the most incredible angle.
The movements don't look gorgeous, and are even a bit lazy, but they are terrifyingly precise, as if they can predict the trajectory of Sanglas's every sword move.
At the same time, the Longsword in his hand kept swinging out as if it were alive, leaving scars on the opponent's body.
What's even more suffocating is that while Corleone was responding to Sanglas's crazy attacks like a leisurely stroll, he continued to talk to Gendry, who was still kneeling on the ground. "My woman, right?"
Whoosh!
A sword slashed across Sanglas's left thigh, bringing with it a stream of blood.
"Pretending to be cool, right?"
Bang!
He parried a heavy chop and hit the opponent's wrist with the hilt of the sword, making Sanglas groan in pain.
"You make your own decision, right?"
The tip of the sword penetrated the gap in the shoulder armor, and blood spurted out.
Every time he uttered a word, it would inevitably add a wound to Sanglas's body.
The words were a rebuke to Gendry, but the sword edge fell on Sanglas.
This "pointing at Sang and scolding Zhan" fighting method, coupled with the completely crushing contrast in strength, formed a very impactful and extremely absurd picture.
Gendry knelt on the ground, listening to the cold scoldings, and watched Sanglas struggle in vain under the Corleone sword like a child being played with, constantly adding new injuries.
Remembering that I was so proud of my previous performance, my face felt hot, and I was so ashamed that I wanted to bury my head in the stone slab.
Fortunately, I had a helmet to protect me.
The soldiers around him were so stunned that they even forgot about the battle.
Their eyes looked at Corleone, filled with incredible awe.
What's going on!
This "companion" who had always been inconspicuous among them turned out to be so tyrannical!
That weightless posture, that precise and cold swordsmanship, that calmness of crushing enemy knights while teaching others... How is this an ordinary soldier?
This is the damn Sword of Dawn!
Under this kind of teasing, Leo Sanglas was now covered in bruises. Although they were not fatal, the pain of blood loss and this all-round sense of humiliation and powerlessness were quickly destroying his fighting spirit and physical strength.
He had never encountered such an opponent before. He was so powerful that it was bottomless, so indifferent that it was chilling, and his fighting method was so weird that it made him want to go crazy.
"Stop talking... Stop talking, Ser! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!!!"
Gendry couldn't bear it anymore and cried out, hitting his head heavily on the cold ground.
Corleone finally stopped attacking Sanglas. He flipped his wrist and the sword blade grazed his opponent's knees.
With a thud, Sanglas could no longer resist and fell to his knees.
Corleone didn't even look at him, his cold gaze passed over the kneeling Gendry, and finally stayed on Melisandre's seemingly otherworldly face for half a second.
Just pretend, I'll deal with you later!
Immediately, he swayed and took the initiative to enter the center of the battlefield.
Corleone's target is clear, those Lannister Knights wearing red armor.
He knew very well that from the moment the Redwin fleet set foot on Dragonstone, he was already a marked outcast.
No matter what the purpose is, Tywin Lannister will never allow himself to return to King's Landing alive, especially now that the mission has "failed" and Dragonstone has been captured.
Don't let Tywin know that you are still alive!
They must be killed, no one left alive!
The thoughts have been settled and the killing intention has been determined. What [Basic Swordsmanship Iv4] brings is no longer simple skill proficiency, it is a fighting instinct integrated into the bone marrow.
His sword is not as violent as Gendry's, but it is more deadly.
When a Red-cloaked Knight saw him charging towards him, he roared, raised his shield and thrust his spear straight at him.
Corleone made a subtle mistake in his steps, and the tip of the spear brushed against his side. Longsword accurately penetrated the tiny gap on the upper edge of the shield, penetrating the opponent's throat.
The knight fell to the ground.
The other man slashed horizontally with his sword, but Corleone ducked to avoid it. The sword followed him, slicing the opponent's thigh artery, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
His steps are as fast as the wind, and his strikes are simple and brutal. Every sword hits the vital point, and his efficiency is frightening.
The remaining Lannister Knightss tried to form a formation to resist, but with the superb swordsmanship of Corleone and the cooperation of the morale-boosted Dragonstone soldiers, the formation quickly collapsed.
On the other side, Gendry, who was covered in blood and still in pain from his wounds, stood up unsteadily holding Warhammer.
He didn't look at Corleone who was killing everyone, nor did he pay attention to the battles all over the platform.
His eyes fell on Leo Sanglas, who was defeated by Corleone not far ahead and was kneeling on the ground in despair.
Dragging the heavy hammer, step by step, he walked to Sanglas.
The knight raised his head, with a look of despair on his blood-stained face.
Numerous wounds on his arms, shoulders, thighs, knees... caused him to lose most of his fighting power, let alone the madness of revenge just now.
At this moment, the shadow of death loomed, and the instinct to survive overwhelmed everything else.
He looked at the sturdy young man in front of him who was wearing Antlered Helm and was covered in injuries but still standing. He begged for mercy loudly, "I... I surrender!"
"According to the rules among knights, nobles have the right to pay a ransom in exchange for freedom. You cannot kill a prisoner who has laid down his weapon and lost the ability to resist!"
"That... that's so dishonorable! There's no chivalry at all!"
His voice was urgent, even a little bit pleading, trying to use the prevailing rules of Westeros to gain a chance for himself.
Hearing this, Gendry stopped and looked down at his previously arrogant enemy. Antlered Helm's voice was muffled and his emotions could not be heard. "Yeah... that's not chivalrous."
Sanglas had a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
But what Gendry said next made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave, "It's a pity...
As he spoke, he slowly raised the bloody Warhammer in his hand and pointed it at Sanglas's head.
Thinking of his stupidity just now and Corleone's cold reprimand, his hand holding the hammer handle became harder.
.. I am not a knight."
Sanglas:"???"
As soon as the voice fell, Warhammer also fell.
Bang!!!
Leo Sanglas didn't even have time to scream, his body suddenly stiffened, and then he fell softly to the ground, and red and white things slowly seeped out from under the deformed helmet.
The exquisite bright red armor and the golden seven-pointed star on the chest, soaked in blood, looked particularly dazzling and ironic.
Gendry let go of the hammer handle and let Warhammer lean on the ground. His chest heaved violently as he looked at the corpse at his feet.
But he still didn't rest. After a short pause, he followed Corleone's footsteps and picked up the hammer again to kill the enemy.
When the last Red-cloaked Knight was stabbed in the heart from behind by Corleone, and his head was smashed with a hammer and fell into a pool of blood, the fighting on the entire terrace finally came to a complete stop.
The wind carried thick smoke and the smell of blood across the platform, blowing against the broken Stag Banners and people's blood-stained cheeks.
The ground was in a mess, corpses were staggered, Baratheon and Lannister were soaked in the same pool of blood, making it difficult to tell them apart.
Except for Corleone and Gendry, there were only less than ten Stannis's guards and a few soldiers who had followed Gendry up.
Almost everyone was injured and exhausted.
All eyes were filled with indescribable surprise, awe and confusion, wandering back and forth between Corleone and Gendry.
This "ordinary soldier" who suddenly appeared and was so powerful that he could crush the knights, and the one with the antlers on his head
Helmet, a young strong man whose identity is a mystery...
Who are they?
Where does it come from?
What do you want to do?
Gerard·Gower Ser supported his body with his sword. He was seriously injured, but he still tried to straighten his spine. He supported Stannis Baratheon, who was seriously injured and weak, and walked step by step in front of Corleone.
Stannis is in bad shape.
His face was pale, the blood from the wound on his forehead solidified on his face, his armor was broken in many places, and he needed Gerard's support to stand firm.
The dark blue eyes were still sharp, staring at Corleone.
He guessed the identity of the other party, but he didn't know why Emissary and Corleone, who were Lannister, wanted to save him.
"You...
"Why did you save me?"
he asked.
However, Corleone seemed not to hear the king's question, and did not even look at Stannis.
Under everyone's astonished gaze, he turned around, walked past several corpses, and walked towards Gendry, who was still holding Warhammer with murderous intent.
Gendry heard the footsteps approaching, his body stiffened slightly, and his head dropped lower.
Corleone stood in front of him and looked him up and down.
The bloody Antlered Helm, the damaged armor, the wounds all over the body, and the Warhammer that just smashed countless heads.
"For a first timer, you did a great job, kid."
Finally, Corleone spoke, and his voice could not be heard through his visor.
Gendry felt relieved, but what Corleone said next made him immediately nervous again, "There is a saying in my hometown."
"It's called the first sword ashore, kill the person you like first."
This sentence was spoken in the common language of Westeros, and the literal meaning was clear, but when combined, everyone present was stunned and confused.
Gendry raised his head suddenly, and his eyes under Antlered Helm looked at Corleone through the gap, full of confusion and uneasiness.
"Ser... I...
"The meaning is very simple."
Corleone looked directly at him and said word by word, "When you are struggling to climb ashore from a piece of muddy water that is about to drown you, the first thing you have to do is not to be happy, not to bandage your wounds, and not to worry about the things in the water that distract you, hold you back, or even pull you down again."
"Rather, you should immediately and without hesitation raise the sword in your hand and put an end to the people and things that make you stupid even when you are in the most danger!"
"Cut off your worries, cut off your weaknesses, and cut off all the stupid thoughts that will make you drown again in the next muddy water."
Corleone's voice is as cold as iron, and every word is like a small hammer, hitting Gendry's nerves:
You almost died here today."
"It's not because the enemy is too strong, but because when you get to the shore, you still have things in the muddy water in your heart."
"Your sword... oh, it's your hammer. It's not decisive enough."
"I... I know, Ser!"
Hearing this, Gendry immediately raised his head, straightened his back and promised, "I swear, it will never happen again!"
"No, you don't understand."
Gendry's confident look did not satisfy Corleone. His gaze pointedly glanced at Melisandre not far away.
Under everyone's confused gazes, Corleone said solemnly, "When I say kill the person you want first, I mean it literally!"
"So... let's do it."
"I'll watch you."