The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

There are daggers and daggers hanging from Bolong's waist. On his right leggings is a thin and small steel stab. The stab blade is as long as the **** and less than the width of a finger. It is extremely sharp, suitable for close combat and sneak throat cutting in the dark.

Bolong was blocking the street, behind him was a row of mighty mercenaries, all of them fierce generations, who were carefully selected by Bolong. Bolong didn't want to work with a bunch of mediocre hands, because in that case, his life would be dragged down by mediocre hands and die.

With a soft sound, Bolong drew out the dagger and the dagger, his left dagger and the right dagger. In the darkness, he couldn't see his face, only the cold light of the sword and dagger.

With a soft sound of Xiao Sha, the eleven mercenaries behind them all showed their weapons: steel spikes, short knives, short swords, daggers, and even one guy used an iron chain ball: hold the middle part of the iron chain, The pure iron **** with both ends larger than the fist attacked in series. When Bolong and the others rush forward, this guy will only stand on the periphery. As long as someone wants to escape or reveal a flaw, his iron ball thrown will smash the person's head into a juicy watermelon.

At the corner of the side street behind Bolong, a mercenary was holding his arms. In his shadow, Tyrion stood against the wall.

There was a sharp piercing sound, but very soft, as if the blade of a sword had pierced the still air.

call out!

The throat of the tall mercenary with arms wrapped around him made a muffled sound, and a small black triangle arrow protruded from the back of his neck, and his throat protruded, like the sound of a sword gently slashing a piece of leather. , Gentle, but very clean and neat.

Huh!

The mercenary was shocked and stiff.

Tyrion was taken aback. It was a small street that was not bright, and it was a dense half-hill shanty town with high and low like scales. It was not far from the trash dump in the flea den. It smelled bad, and there were few people walking at night. He didn't know. Where does the arrow come from.

It was silent, only the night wind and the barking of a few wild dogs in the garbage dump drifted in the night.

Tyrion watched the tall body fall against the wall, not dead, hands and feet cramped. The mercenary opened his mouth to speak, but was choked with blood.

Blood foam poured out, because of the darkness, it fell into Tyrion's eyes as a jet black.

Tyrion pulled out the dagger around his waist, and felt his scalp tingling and his back tingling. The crabs after dinner seemed to have all come alive in his stomach, all of them were clamped in the stomach with pliers.

"Calm! Calm!" Tyrion told himself. He leaned against the wall, breathing rapidly, and his eyes widened, but he didn't notice anything, "What would James do in this situation?" He felt his hands and feet soft, and the cat's waist was shrinking and flying against the wall. Go in the direction of Bolong. He dared not yell, for fear of attracting the sharp black iron arrow in the darkness.

"How can the other party lie in wait for the archer? Unless the little finger is someone from Ed Stark."

In the dimness where the line of sight is affected, how could the archer hit the back of the neck with one arrow, breaking through the throat?

Tyrion felt his heart beating like a drum, but there was dead silence around him. ——The small street is not long, but it instantly becomes infinitely long.

As if it was a long time, but actually just a few breaths, Tyrion's short legs quickly approached the Bolong team. Then, he saw an extra arrow shaft on the back of the guy who likes to play meteor iron **** on the outermost periphery. The guy's body was shocked, and the second one appeared on his head without a helmet in the blink of an eye...

——For experienced mercenaries, water warfare rarely wears armor and sinks when entering water; close combat in dark alleys without torches at night rarely wears helmets, and their vision is severely blocked.

Tyrion hissed and shouted, "There is an archer!"

But his voice hadn't come out yet, and two arrows had been nailed into the heads of the two mercenaries almost indiscriminately. This time the arrows entered the body and finally made a loud and cruel sound of meat: Puff! And the guy with Meteor Hammer just started to stagger down...

***

Behind the head of the blood theatre troupe Wag Het stood a straight little finger Pettil on the corner of the alley. He pulled up his hood to cover his face in the dark.

Hush!

A voice was very soft beside him.

The whole body of the little finger immediately stiffened, as if it was frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant. Then, his hood was gently pulled down very politely, and a young and unfamiliar but full of vigorous voice was soft and elegant: "Sir Petyr, good evening, I am Silvermoon Judgment."

Petir mechanically turned his neck and saw a silver half-faced mask. The mask was buttoned on the right face, emitting a faint light, coquettish and beautiful, while the other half was in the dark, only the eyes were as faint in the night. Cat's eye...

Petir couldn't move, and watched the other side unhurriedly withdraw a thin narrow sword, his throat rattled, he just wanted to kneel to beg for mercy, but he couldn't make a sound...

"In the face of the world's disputes and crimes, there is only a holy judge!" This was the last proverbial phrase that Petyr heard, and then he was hit hard and sank into the boundless darkness...Little devil, I Shouldn't believe his...little devil...

**

The four of Will were surrounded by the front and back, and the leaders on both sides did not speak, but they did not move—all veterans, they all wanted each other to rush up, and then clean up the mess by themselves.

Will smiled and said, "Rolger, Fang, which one do you choose?"

Roerger laughed and said, "My lord, can I not choose?"

"Yes!" Will smiled.

Fang giggled and said, "Master Will, this is a rare opportunity. Can I pick a few good hands to grind my teeth at night?"

"No." Will smiled.

Jia Kun raised his hands: "Brothers, I have nothing to do with Lord Will, can you let me..."

The madman Xia Gewei with a clown red nose kept silent, drew out his long sword, and slammed out—two teams, but he was the long sword—close combat in narrow alleys, long weapons are inferior, and he wields them. It's easy to hurt your own people-when he moved, all the brothers in the blood theater troupe gushed out, just like opening the floodgate...

Roerger and Fang, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately turned back to meet the enemy. Roerger's weapon was a mace, which was invisible to him. Roerger is a gorilla with infinite power. His mace is a bludgeoning weapon, specially designed to break armor.

Faced with armor, the gorilla thinks that breaking it is more useful than cutting it. To deal with armor, bludgeoning is different from swordsmanship and requires no skill at all.

The warhead of the gorilla's mace is composed of radial blade-shaped parts, and the blunt end is composed of many axe blades that are not sharp. Because there is no blade, it is not sharp but very strong. Faced with the metal armor, even the plate armor, which could not even be cut by the blade, was hammered through by the gorilla.

Sunder armor, the most popular weapon, one is the battle axe, and the other is this kind of mace. It is not afraid of curling the blade, as long as it is strong enough, it can easily pierce the armor.

Although Fang's real weapon was his hands, facing the madman Xia Gewei's long sword, the Fang's short knife greeted him.

when!

The swords intersected, and the short sword flew out.

The lunatic Xia Gewei slashed with his first sword and flew a sharp knife.

Amidst the giggles of Xia Gewei, who was clowning with a red nose, the long sword flicked on his back, the blade was gleaming, and in the blink of an eye, he was about to cut his fangs and chest.

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