Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 162
"What the fu!"

The remaining four assassins were basically sprayed all over their heads and faces by the blood rain brought out by Jianfeng just now.

At this time, all of them turned around behind them in horror.

Compared with the "thing" that can cut through the bodies of three armored warriors at once, it seems that Robert and his terrifying warhammer are not so intimidating.

And Robert is worthy of being a top fighter.

Although he was also startled for a while by Lan En's power-up turn and sweep, he still instinctively seized the opportunity of the enemy showing his back!
"Ah! Fuck you!"

The sledgehammer was handy in Robert's hands. Although he hadn't used it to kill anyone in more than ten years, every time he struck today, he could control the impact on the most lethal hammer head.

Mail or plate-paneled leather armor made no sense for Robert's sledgehammer.

Among the assassins who turned around, the back of one's heart was smashed out in a hollow that could fit into an adult's fist!

The first enemy Lan En faced had already been terrified by the slash just now.

He held the mace tightly in his hand, even trembling slightly.

"Need psychoanalysis of the enemy?"

Mentos in his mind asked calmly.

Lan En's tone was not too different from it.

"No need, he's already panicked."

But in the middle of the battle, if you panic, you will die.

Lan En made a fake move to dodge to the right, and the assassin with trembling eyes on the opposite side swung his mace in that direction without thinking in fear.

But at the same time he shot, Lane had shifted his weight back to the left.

As the demon hunter brushed past him, he lifted his sword up, and the assassin's right hand was slashed away by the steel sword from the middle of his forearm!
The second assassin who rushed over was holding a flail. This weapon was linked by an iron chain between the hammer handle and the hammer head. The swing attack became a swing attack.

Although the utility is better, the conditions of use are also more stringent.At least be able to shake it up.

But now the distance between Lan En and him was no longer allowed to swing the flail, so he simply gritted his teeth, put the armor-piercing dagger in front of his chest, and rushed towards him.

A company with a mass of more than [-] kilograms and a pointed iron object hit the person with the momentum of a charge.

The knights in plate armor dare not abandon their shields to take this kind of attack hard in foot combat!
The swordsman in front of him is just a guy with several layers of composite armor, he is sure
There was a soft "pop".

The determination and confidence in the assassin's eyes were shattered like a joke in front of a big hand wearing a studded leather glove.

In his heart, the offensive that absolutely no one can resist in the infantry environment without shields, was directly held down with one hand!
The impact force and the strength of my whole body are ineffective in front of the opponent's hand like a child.

The big hand that was holding down the wrist turned over directly, and in the struggle at this moment, it reversed and stabbed the assassin's throat without stagnation.

The assassin's eyes were still full of disbelief until blood gushed from his throat.

And when Lan En finished dealing with these two assassins, the last surviving assassin had been broken by Robert with a hammer.

The knees that humans could only bend back and stretch forward now bend toward the side.

At the edge of the competition venue, there were already louder and louder noises, and it was faintly visible that the contestants who were fighting together were separated like a tide.

Even though the king's guards have tried their best to rush this way, the battle belonging to the king has come to an end.

The contestants who were originally red-eyed were like harmless cotton candy in front of the army with better equipment and directly forming a battle formation.

Who's scared of crazy marshmallows?

As a result, the contestants were very sensible and regained their sanity in a very short time.

The two who were about to press the blades into each other's necks just now were squeezed to the side of the fence together by the guards.

While staring at each other awkwardly, we may have to chat a few words.

"You played well."

"You too, the knife almost pierced my neck just now."

"Haha"*2
Lan En looked around, and Mentos completed the analysis of the situation while scanning, and there were no assassins on the scene.

So the young man walked to the king's side and looked at the "crooked leg" lying on the ground crying in the mud with him.

"Do you want to keep your tongue?"

Lane asked casually.

Robert panted under his helm and shook his head.

A dead man can't ask anything.

And that 'crooked leg' seemed to know his fate at this time, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and shouted a word with a grim expression.

"For the Targaryen dynasty! The true dragon will return!"

Lan En glanced at the king beside him out of the corner of his eye, but unexpectedly, the irritable king didn't yell or curse this time.

Instead, he just nodded flatly, then raised the hammer high, and swung it down at the man's head!
After the sound of a crisp shell shattering, there was another corpse on the ground that was still twitching nervously.

"I thought you would be very angry."

"Come on, kid. You yelled the master's name before you died. Do you think I would be so obviously framed?"

If it was you before, you must have been drawn into it right 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 didn't have the hysteria that ordinary people should have.

On the contrary, it seems that he has returned to the glorious years and became the great warrior who still retains his reason and tenacity despite his rage.

"Although I don't want to admit it, judging from the situation just now, without you, I am indeed likely to die here."

Taking off his antler helmet, Robert wiped the sweat and moisture from his beard and looked at Lane seriously.

"I don't need to look at your skills to know that this championship is guaranteed. You now have [-] golden dragons. But in addition to the championship reward, I should personally repay you."

"What do you want? More money? Honor? Fame? You saved the king of the Seven Kingdoms, so speak up with peace of mind."

Lan liked Robert's straightforwardness, and he announced the reward that had been planned long ago.

"Keel, Your Majesty. Just give me the keel."

"Keel? Tsk, I suspect you are a Targaryen again."

Robert smacked his lips.

"Although I don't know what you want that thing for, but it's just some bones. When I captured King's Landing, I ordered people to sweep all the keels into the cellar. If you want, you can take them all."

As he spoke, the guard, led by Barristan the Fearless, was back around the king.

The king's life and death crisis was lifted.

But when Lan was walking towards the outside of the fence, as expected, he saw Ed with a cold face, and Petyr Baelish with a concerned face.

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