Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

Sir Vardis is a complete set of heavy armor, gauntlets, iron gloves, plate armor, a metal group like a lobster shell, a steel neck guard, and a mask in the shape of an eagle's beak, leaving only a slight gap for the eyes.

Cole also had ring armor, but half of it was missing, a bumpy metal helmet, a mask borrowed from the weapons depot, armor plates on his arms, and leggings on his heels.

Compared with the metallic Valley Knight, Cole is dressed like a jester. Ser Vardis is like a white and elegant temple warrior, while Cole is like a wild man outside the Wall.

The two knelt down on one knee under the sculpture of Alessa, with the little devil standing between them. The monk took out a multi-faceted crystal, and the refracted sunlight flashed seven colors of iridescence. He solemnly and sacredly prayed to the gods, asking them to witness This trial. The voice echoed, and the lingering sound lingered.

As Tyrion was being led away, Cole whispered, "He's wearing a lot of clothes. He must be tired."

Cole smiled knowingly.

Vardis took the sword handed by the attendant. This sword was very beautiful, with silver filigree carvings. There was a falcon head on the hilt, and the handguards were spread wings. It looked like a soaring eagle. He tried it. Give it a few swings.

Cole also pulled out his sword, and for a moment the light was as cold as the night. Lady Lysa, who was still boasting about the carved silver sword, suddenly shut up.

Everyone secretly asked: How could this down-and-out knight have such a sword?

Ser Vardis saluted the Lord loudly, "Fight for the Eyrie and the Vale of Arryn!"

Cole also wanted to shout, but he really didn't know what to shout. You can't fight for the Great Wall of Despair, right?

Vardis turned around and picked up the kite shield. Cole drew another sword with his backhand.

Wow~

There was an instant uproar.

Some people marveled, "This man actually wields a sword with both hands."

Catelyn thought of the past events her husband Ned told her, when she asked him who the mother of his illegitimate child was. Is she the Ashara Dayne in the rumors?

Instead of answering him, her husband ordered her not to ask any more questions. Later, perhaps out of guilt, he would talk about the legendary knight "Arthur Dayne", people preferred to call him "The Sword of the Dawn".

Sir Dawn Excalibur uses two-handed swords. The "Dawn" Excalibur sword is mainly for attack and the steel sword is for defense. Every time he recalled this knight in white, Ned always showed respect. It was a battle of ten people, but in the end only two people survived.

When Caitlin looked towards the duel field, the two of them had already met each other. The child crossed his swords against Sir Vardis's silver sword. He exerted so much force that the heavily armored knight staggered. He took a few steps back.

Cole didn't defend at all, and slashed with both swords like a hurricane. Sir Vardis could only keep retreating with his shield raised.

Occasionally seizing the gap, Vardis swung his sword twice, but Cole always dodged it nimbly. He couldn't hit him at all, but was constantly attacked like a slow turtle.

Everyone present was shocked by this scene, and some noble girls even felt worried, as their knight seemed to be losing.

Bronn shook his head secretly, how could he fight like this? He obviously couldn't break through the armor, and he still attacked randomly. It was a waste of energy. He would definitely lose after exhaustion.

Yes, Bronn wanted the same thing as Tyrion, which was to wear down his opponent. Vardis was already quite old, and he couldn't hold on for long even if he was wearing such heavy armor.

Instead, Cole competed with him in strength, which was completely thankless.

Vardis kept flinching in fear. Others thought it was easy for him to resist, but every time this kid struck with his sword, it was like a heavy hammer. Every time he blocked it, he had to slow down for a long time.

No one could see the sweat pouring out behind him.

He thought he was experienced in many battles, but this was the first time he had seen such a fighting style. It was too cruel, and what only he knew was that the child's sword was getting stronger and faster as he swung it. Fast, the most terrifying thing is that he only attacks but does not defend.

With a bang, the shield was actually chopped into pieces by Cole, and the fragments were scattered all over the ground.

Vardis quickly held the sword with both hands, but the one-handed sword could not block his attack.

Cole opened and closed, up, down, left and right, attacking from all directions.

When Vardis received a sword blow, he had to take a blow with his armor. The armor that originally looked majestic and solemn was now dented in all directions.

Caitlin couldn't help but wonder what would happen on the battlefield if such a person wore heavy armor.

At this moment, some people couldn’t help but think of that infamous guy——“Magic Mountain”

What will happen if this man fights with the Magic Mountain? People who had seen the Magic Mountain secretly compared Cole's size with his. It was obvious that the giant had the upper hand.

Ser Vardis's hands began to tremble, and his armor began to crack.

The battle had been going on for nearly ten minutes, and suddenly Cole's movements began to slow down.

"He's tired" someone thought in his mind.

Vardis seemed to have seized the opportunity, and stabbed Cole's chest with a sword. The silver sword shone brightly in the sun, and no one thought that his black ring armor could withstand the blow.

Tyrion almost raised his heart to his throat. He secretly prayed in his heart, "Little Ranger, little Ranger, you have never let me down. Don't lose."

Cole suddenly stepped away, threw a sword, then grabbed Vardis's wrist and thrust Winter Night into his neck.

"You have lost Sir," he said softly.

Vardis tried to withdraw his arm, but felt that it was tightly clamped and unable to move at all.

Kole bent his hand, and heard a bone snap. He screamed and the silver sword fell to the ground.

Sweat fell on his forehead. He steadied himself and snorted coldly, "I can still fight."

Kole hit his head with the sword, and he staggered a few times and fell to the ground. The heavy armor made it difficult for him to get up.

Kole picked up the carved silver sword and threw it in front of him. "If you still want to fight, then stand up."

Vadis gritted his teeth and propped up his body, but he felt like a mountain was pressing on his body. His eyes flashed with unwillingness, and he looked up at the sky. Finally, he used up his last bit of strength and said, "I lost."

After taking a breath, he pulled out his helmet and took the sword, "I am ashamed of Lord Jon."

"Mommy, why are they not fighting anymore?" Duke Robert, who was watching with interest, asked.

"It's over, baby." Lysa waved her hand, "Someone help Ser Vardis take off his armor."

"Then can we watch the little bad guy fly?" The boy continued to ask.

Tyrion walked to Cole with a smile, "The little scoundrel may not be able to fly. He plans to go down the mountain with Radish in a basket. Thank you for your care."

"I thought..."

Before Lady Lysa could speak, the little devil said, "I thought the Arryns still remembered their language - as high as glory."

Lysa was so angry that she hurriedly drove the guests away: "Come on, send Lord Lannister and his monster away for me"

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