Sword and Magic and Taxi

At the moment, Zhao Mai threw the Hunter's Blood Spear without hesitation. The spear drew a perfect arc, and pierced the giant's shoulder with a flop.

The ugly monster howled, and the giant stick still fell down. But after all, it slowed down, which gave Bolong a chance to rescue. The mercenary grabbed Roderick's beard and chin, and dragged it to the side abruptly. Coupled with the jazz's rolling along, he could avoid the point. However, one of his legs still failed to get rid of bad luck, and was twisted in the opposite direction under the heavy blow, seeing it shattered.

"What kind of monster is this?" Zhao Mai was indeed stunned. It's not that this monster is terrible, but that it shouldn't be here. According to the "story" he knew, Caitlin and Tyrion would indeed be attacked by a mountain man along the way. This was the first time the little devil faced the battlefield. After experiencing the same tension, fear and difficult battles as others, he also tasted the same feeling of victory as a normal person for the first time.

There will be deaths in this battle, and Zhao Mai remembers that Jack was in it. Tyrion lost his last entourage here, and then he can only get out of the predicament on his own. It seems that among the people fighting on the front line, only Polon and Rodrik are still alive. Ten of the others* are dead, and the loss is greater than expected. But doesn't this mean that a deformed giant should appear? !

Seeing that Zhao Mai was empty-handed, several mountain people thought there was something to take advantage of, so they howled and rushed forward. Zhao Mai blew the whistle, letting the reserve food rush out of the latent. It can now easily lick Zhao Mai's chest when it stands up, and can bite the enemy's throat with just a light leap.

"Wolf! Watch out for the wolf!" someone yelled. The movement of storing grain was faster than they had imagined, and the movement of flashing left and right made people unable to react at all. Just a face-to-face, the food reserve tore open the throats of the two people, and then quickly passed from the side, trying to attack the enemy's back.

The group of people turned around, at least for that moment, their attention was completely attracted by the "wolves" that shuttled on the battlefield. Tyrion gritted his teeth, raised his axe, and chopped it from under the carriage to the feet of the enemy in front of him. Then, like chopping a wood, he swung his axe, hacking to death the fallen enemy holding his feet.

"After falling down, the height doesn't matter!" The Lannister's lion breathed quickly, his eyes focused on the first enemy he defeated. A mountain man nearby reached out and tried to take his axe. Caitlin Stark picked up the dagger that nearly killed her son, and slammed it at the man's back. One after another until he died.

"Thank you, Mrs. Stark." Tyrion leaned on Zhao Mai's carriage, trying to squeeze a wry smile. His eyes widened suddenly: "Get down, madam!"

Caitlin did not waste time looking back, but immediately got down and rolled to the side. Tyrion rushed forward, like a real knight charging on the battlefield.

What should I shout at this time-Tyrion still has strange thoughts in his mind. Sir Roderick in the north will chant: "Long live Winterfell!" He has also seen people shouting "Long live the king!" and "Bless the warrior!" God’s name) He also wanted to shout "Long live Kaiyan City!"

But he just couldn't call out the name of his family's castle, only his father's eternal discrimination and sister's hatred eyes were brought to him there. So in the end he only squeezed out a thin word: "Dead!"

The mountain people had never fought such a short person, and Tyrion had never fought such a clumsy person. He was born a dwarf and could never be a powerful warrior. He tried it unwillingly and was educated by reality. However, his elder brother, the only elder brother in the world who will protect him without complaint, possesses extraordinary talent and extraordinary persistence in swordsmanship. Tyrion likes to watch his brother practice the sword, and he often sees it for a day.

He imagined that it was himself, tall, handsome, and excellent in martial arts. This is a fantasy that cannot be shared. He pressed it to the bottom of his heart and couldn't even talk about it when he was dreaming. His elder brother, James Lannister, is the eldest son. He should be the heir of the Duke and the owner of Kaiyan City. That cannot be replaced.

But now he needs that kind of fantasy. He imitated James' actions, although it was just a poor imitation, but it gave him infinite confidence! He swung the heavy axe blade vigorously, splitting the flesh and bones, as if only rotten wood was being chopped, even the sound of cracking and cracking.

The mountain people finally retreated from Tyrion and Caitlin temporarily, pinning all their hopes on the deformed giant. The giant held the trunk in his right hand, bent his left arm, and pulled out the hunter's blood spear that was stuck in his left shoulder.

A large piece of flesh and blood was brutally brought down, and some of it was even hanging on the tip of the spear. The wound was bloody, but the giant didn't seem to feel pain, and there was still a cruel smile on his face. He raised his spear high and threw it back at Zhao Mai.

This is in the arms of Zhao Mai. Having established communication with weapons using psionic powers, Zhao Mai only needs to give orders. The hunter's blood spear shining with a faint blue light, responded to his command, turned from the direction towards Zhao Mai's chest, and stopped steadily in his hand.

The giant finally felt that he was being tricked, his expression became very hideous, his face bulged vigorously! He waved the tree trunk and slammed it twice to the ground ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and started rushing in a puff of smoke.

Zhao Mai picked up his spear, prepared to repeat the old trick, used his mind control to affect its balance and then took the opportunity to attack. As a result, the wandering warrior Saffir rushed up first. He tumbled on the ground, and the slightly curved long knife flashed a crescent-shaped cold light, slashing across the giant's ankle.

When running at high speed, I am most afraid of foot injuries, let alone being cut off my legs directly. Saffir's long knife combined with the martial arts of slashing the feet is very useful when dealing with larger enemies. Zhao Mai even felt that this long knife was designed to cut off the horse's legs.

The deformed giant crashed down and fell directly into a dog. Safir stopped the forward momentum with a roll, and then rolled back around again. The giant was about to get up with his arms supported, when the long knife pierced in his ear.

Nothing can survive this fatal injury. The mountain people had no fighting spirit anymore, turned around and ran away, leaving behind a dying horse and injured companions everywhere. Most of those people are also the "works" of Saffir. Many of them rolled on the ground with their injured legs, screaming and groaning constantly.

Is it over? Zhao Mai realized that he hadn't played enough and had not had time to use "powerful skills" such as transformation to enjoy himself, so the enemies just ran away? (To be continued.)