A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

The fierce battle on the stone bridge ended with the arrival of two riders dressed as attendants. After hearing the loud horn sounds, the enemies who were constantly attacking retreated from the battlefield like a wave, and then met a blond rider who came from afar. The confrontation lasted for a long time, and they yelled and yelled at each other for a long time, and finally they refused to retreat.

When everything settled, the survivors were still a little dazed, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

However, after Renly's reminder, these people woke up one after another, and then began to quickly clean up the battlefield.

But while everyone was busy, they couldn't help but look at the tall being wearing a silver mail armor.

In fact, the current image of that person is a bit funny. The mail armor on his body is obviously tight and inappropriate. The leggings and combat boots tied to his legs are also inappropriate, not to mention the black horse he is riding. There were a lot of armors and weapons. Overall, he didn't look like a decent person, but rather like a robber mercenary who had made a fortune.

But this guy who looked like a robber made all the survivors feel grateful and in awe.

The whole battle seemed to take less than ten minutes, but the original team of more than two hundred people now had less than thirty people left, and most of them were injured.

But if it weren't for the big blond man, or if he hadn't taken the risk of capturing two enemy leaders, none of the remaining people would have survived.

"Lemon discovered that there was a mole in the first place."

As he helped up a wounded man, one of the surviving members of the congregation told his companions: "He is braver and wiser."

"Like a true knight," echoed his companion.

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However, although the joy of "victory" occupies a place in the hearts of the survivors, the death of their companions makes them feel the cruelty of fate even more.

Those who had been chatting and laughing with them not long ago could never speak again. The atmosphere on the surface of the bloody stone bridge gradually became dull, even silent.

The number of more than 200 people was reduced to less than 30. Although some people escaped before the battle began, the majority died.

Everyone has someone they know who died in this encounter, good friends, relatives, colleagues, even wives and children...

The only leader of the Poor People's Assembly was Bearded Harker, who was so weak that he seemed to die at any time. The civilians who had no fighting ability were basically all killed or injured, and even Renly was affected by this.

He didn't know many people, but whether it was Old Walter, who kindly let him sleep on the bullock cart to recuperate at first, or his red-haired son who pulled the cart, or even the young people who sparred with him for a long time, at this time they all Has turned into a cold corpse.

In other words, even the body is not very complete.

At the same time, Knight Lelin, who had great expectations for him, was also pulled out from the blood of the mountain of corpses. The silver-plated armor was stained with blood, and the gaps in some joints and under the ribs were covered with wounds, which kept flowing. blood.

Fortunately, due to the protection of the armor, the old man was still breathing, but it was very weak, and it was not clear whether he could still wake up.

This made Renly's sense of ease disappear without a trace, and he felt quite heavy in the face of this cruel war.

In a terrible situation, the only good thing is that they have two prisoners in hand, so they don't have to worry about the enemies coming up——

Although the shadows of enemy scouts are still faintly visible in the distance.

They sped up as a result.

After cleaning up the battlefield and rescuing some of their companions who were not really dead, the survivors hastily buried their dead compatriots and then set off again.

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The oxen that pulled the oxcart were dead, but some horses without riders that the enemy had not had time to take away when they retreated made it much more convenient for the survivors.

So not only was Old Walter's ox cart able to be used again, but the remaining people could basically ride in pairs instead of walking on foot.

"When we get to King's Landing, I will definitely report your matter to the Bishop, Lemon. Maybe this will allow you to become a knight."

On the way that afternoon, the bearded man who was squeezed into the corner of the bullock cart and couldn't help breathing spoke like this to the big blond man riding next to him. He obviously still remembered the initial claims of his new companion. If you want to become a knight, then join the Warrior Sons.

Renly, who was riding his horse, nodded silently when he heard this.

In the continent of Westeros, in addition to receiving training from childhood, the only way to become a knight is through meritorious service, and the latter is the main way for civilians to be promoted.

Renly didn't think he had done much credit this time, but it was better to have hope than nothing.

The premise is that he can successfully bring these people to King's Landing.

Thinking about it, he turned his head and glanced at the two prisoners behind the team who were staggering away while being tightly bound by ropes.

These two people did not wear any coat of arms or anything that revealed their family identity. They were obviously cautious about this. No matter how the survivors interrogated them, they said nothing and acted very tough.

But even though they strictly kept their secrets, they were still full of fear when they faced Renly, especially the brown-haired young man. Every time Renly glanced at him, he couldn't help but scream. It was obvious that he was... What a monster.

"After we send them to the temple, they won't speak if you don't believe me." After following Renly's gaze and looking over there, the pale bearded man on the bullock cart murmured resentfully.

"So many people died, someone must pay for it, yes, they must pay! Then I will kill them with my own hands, without leaving a single one..."

He fell into a coma mumbling like this, with a look of deep hatred on his face.

Renly shook his head at this, and then called two survivors riding a horse not far away to take care of the seriously injured on the ox cart, and he ran to the front with a kick on the horse's belly.

At this time, with the help of others, he had put on the plate armor he had obtained from the captives before, and the original clothes and silver mail inside, riding on the warhorse, the glazed green armor was not very suitable, but it was also majestic, and he was the most intact combat force in the team.

The others were all injured, and it was obvious that they had been through a fierce battle.

But if you want to say who has a high prestige in this team now, it still belongs to this blond "knight" who suddenly seemed to be sneaky.

As the one who saved all the survivors, Renly has now jumped from a small fry to a leader who can give orders.

No one has claimed or appointed this, but the remaining less than ten members of the poor assembly always come to him for various opinions, and the remaining farmers in the team are the same.

But the person involved is not proud of this, but rather feels troubled.

There are a lot of old, weak and disabled people. Now there are only four or five people who can fight besides himself. There are a few who can barely do it, but they can't be said to have much combat power.

At the same time, there is little hope for his own goal.

Although he got a complete set of knight equipment because of that battle, he doesn't have to worry about this anymore, but the rest, whether it is related skills or joining the Warrior's Son, has become confusing because of the old knight's coma.

The only thing that can make Renly hope now is the possible reward for this merit.

However, when night fell and the team stopped to set up camp, the bearded man who was full of hatred and claimed to be seeking credit for him could not be awakened no matter how hard he tried. He reached out to touch his nose and found that he had stopped breathing at some point.

Thank you for the 100 reward from the book friend Chen Jingmoyan~

In addition, I am considering posting the two chapters together, instead of separating them by an afternoon. What do you think?