Chapter 162 161. Reward
“What thefu!”
The remaining four assassins were basically sprayed all over their heads and faces by the blood rain caused by the sword wind just now.
At this time, all of them turned around sharply behind themselves in horror.
Compared with the 'thing' that can cut off the bodies of three armored warriors at once, it seems that Robert and his scary war hammer are not so intimidating.
And Robert is indeed a top warrior.
Although he was stunned for a while by Lan En's charged twisting sweep, he still instinctively seized the opportunity when the enemy exposed his back to him!
“Ah! Fuck you!”
The sledgehammer was very handy in Robert’s hands. Although he had not killed anyone with it for more than ten years, every time he hammered it today The impact point can be controlled on the most lethal hammer head.
Main mail or leather armor with plates are meaningless to Robert's sledgehammer.
Among the assassins who turned around, the back of one's heart was immediately smashed out into a dent that could fit into an adult's fist!
The first enemy Lan En faced was already frightened by the attack just now.
The mace in his hand was held tightly, even trembling slightly.
"Do you need to conduct psychoanalysis on the enemy?"
Mentos in his mind asked calmly.
Lan En's tone was very different from it.
"No need, he has already panicked."
And in battle, if you panic, you will die.
Lan En made a feint of dodging to the right, and the assassin with trembling eyes on the opposite side swung the mace in that direction without thinking in fear.
But when he took action, Lan En had already returned his focus to the left side.
The demon hunter passed by and raised his sword at the same time. The assassin's right hand, which he swung out, was directly cut away by the steel sword from the middle of the upper arm!
The second assassin who rushed over was holding a flail. This weapon is connected with an iron chain between the hammer handle and the hammer head, and the swing attack becomes a swing attack.
Although the effectiveness is better, the usage conditions are also more stringent. At least you have to be able to shake it off.
But now the distance between Lan En and him no longer allowed him to swing his flail, so he simply gritted his teeth, put the armor-piercing dagger in his chest, and ran over to him at his own risk.
A man weighing more than 100 kilograms with armor and a pointed iron tool collided with the man with the momentum of a charge.
Knights in full plate armor would not dare to abandon their shields in an infantry battle to receive such an attack!
The swordsman in front of him was just a guy wearing several layers of composite armor. He must have
heard a soft "pop" sound.
The determination and confidence in the eyes of the assassin who sacrificed his life was shattered like a joke in front of a big hand wearing a studded leather glove.
In his heart, no one could resist the attack in a foot combat environment without a shield, but he was directly held down with one hand!
The impact and all the strength of my body were as ineffective as a child in front of the opponent's hand.
The big hand holding the wrist turned over directly, and in the struggle at this moment, it stabbed into the assassin's throat without any hesitation.
The assassin's eyes were still filled with disbelief until blood gushed out of his throat.
When Lan En finished dealing with the two assassins, the last surviving assassin had his leg broken by Robert with a hammer.
Humans' knees, which originally could only bend backward and extend forward, now bend toward the side.
At the edge of the competition venue, there was an increasingly loud noise, and it was vaguely visible that the contestants who were fighting together were being separated like a tide.
Even though the king's guards have tried their best to rush here, the battle belonging to the king has come to an end.
The contestants who were originally eager to kill were like harmless marshmallows in front of the troops who were better equipped and directly formed into battle formations.
Who is afraid of crazy marshmallows?
The contestants were very sensible and regained their senses in a very short time.
The two people who just wanted to press the blades into each other's necks were now pushed to the fence together by the escort. While looking at each other awkwardly, you may have to chat for a few words.
“You did a good job.”
“You too, that knife almost stabbed into my neck just now.”
“Haha”* 2
Lan En looked around. Mentos completed the situation analysis while scanning. There were no assassins on the scene.
So the young man walked to the king's side and looked with him at the 'Crooked Leg' lying on the ground in the mud and wailing.
“Want to keep a tongue?”
Lan asked casually.
Robert gasped and shook his head under his helmet.
Dead men can't find out anything by asking.
The 'Crooked Leg' seemed to know his fate at this time. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and shouted out a sentence with a ferocious look on his face.
"For the Targaryen Dynasty! The true dragon will return eventually!"
Lan glanced at the king beside him with his peripheral vision, but unexpectedly, this bad-tempered king This time there was no yelling or swearing.
Instead, he just nodded calmly, then raised the hammer high and swung it down at the man's head!
After the sound of a crisp shell breaking, there was a corpse still twitching nervously on the ground.
“I thought you would be very angry.”
“Come on, kid. You shouted the master’s name before you died. Do you think I would be framed in such an obvious way?”
If it was you before, you would have been involved now.
Lan En complained silently in his heart.
Robert was indeed the kind of person who was born to gallop on the battlefield. After walking on the line of life and death, he was not at all hysterical like ordinary people.
On the contrary, it seems that he has returned to the prosperous years and turned into that great warrior who still retains reason and tenacity despite his rage.
“Although I don’t want to admit it, judging from the situation just now, I am indeed likely to die here without you.”
Taking off his antlered helmet, Robert wiped his beard There were beads of sweat and moisture, and he looked at Lan En seriously.
“I don’t need to look at your skills to know that this championship is certain. You now have 10,000 golden dragons. But in addition to the championship reward, I personally should also repay you.”
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"What do you want? More money? Honor? Fame? You saved the kings of the Seven Kingdoms, so you can speak with peace of mind."
Lan liked Robert's direct and neat energy very much. He mentioned the reward that he had planned for a long time.
"Dragon bone, Your Majesty. Just give me the dragon bone."
"Dragon bone? Tsk, I kind of doubt you are a Targaryen again."
Robert He smacked his lips.
"Although I don't know what you want those things for, they are just some bones after all. When I captured King's Landing, I ordered people to sweep all the dragon bones into the cellar. If you want them, you can take them all."< br>
While speaking, the escort led by [Fearless] Barristan had once again guarded the king.
The king's life and death crisis has been lifted.
But as Lan En walked towards the outside of the fence, he saw Ed with a cold face and Petyr Baelish with a concerned look on his face.
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(End of this chapter)