Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

Gavin glanced around and soon noticed the Hightower family opposite.

The man holding the gun and flag was a tall soldier, with four people on his side protecting him faintly. They all wore fine plate armor.

As if feeling something, the man holding the gun flag also looked at Gavin's team. That gaze penetrated the crowd and met Gavin's gaze in the air, as if invisible sparks were instantly created.

The referee rode slowly to the center of the field and announced the rules loudly, but no one in the field was interested in listening. Everyone's nerves were tense to the extreme, the heavy atmosphere made it almost difficult to breathe, and the tense atmosphere filled every inch of the air.

Afterwards, the referee left the field on horseback. As he went further and further away, the tense atmosphere became more intense, like an invisible net that tightly bound everyone. The moment he completely left the field, the official horn of the competition suddenly sounded, instantly igniting the raging flames of war.

Several closely related families began to move closer slowly and cautiously, trying to gather stronger strength in this way in order to protect themselves and eliminate other opponents first in this fierce competition.

When the other relatively weak teams witnessed this scene, they obviously knew very well that they must not let the other party's plan of aggregation succeed. So, they immediately launched an attack without hesitation. Teams further away also pounced on the team next to them that they thought they were sure to win.

A team on Gavin's left suddenly attacked, and saw a fierce warrior holding a spear, stabbing straight at Gavin who was holding a gun flag like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole. The spear made a sharp sound, and it was obviously going to kill Gavin with one blow.

However, before the three gladiators could recover from the sudden attack, Gavin had already reacted at an alarming speed. I saw him flashing forward, the spear in his hand flying out of the sea like a dragon, accurately and powerfully flying off the opponent's helmet.

Immediately afterwards, Gavin waved his arm, and the spear hit the opponent with thunderous force, knocking the man unconscious to the ground in an instant, and he didn't even have time to let out a scream. The three gladiators behind him immediately took action and attacked the opposing team.

Gavin didn't hesitate at all and rushed towards the battle at a jaw-dropping speed. His movements were extremely fast and violent. The spear in his hand was stabbing, picking, sweeping or slashing. Each move contained tremendous power. In just the blink of an eye, the opponent was knocked to the ground neatly.

Those who fell to the ground, some groaned in pain, and some fainted directly, leaving a mess. Several nearby teams that were closer to Gavin were horrified after witnessing their performance, and quickly moved away from Gavin's location, for fear of becoming his next target.

The melee broke out completely, and the place was in chaos. The shouts of killing and the clash of weapons were intertwined and deafening.

Seeing that no one was approaching, Gavin and others chose to wait for work and stood quietly aside, observing the situation on the field.

The Hightowers did not attack the other teams, but immediately formed a defensive formation, and they had many allies. Behind him, on his left, and on his right, there was a team. Although they were not too close to each other, they had a tacit understanding. They helped each other block sneak attacks from behind, forming a relatively stable defensive position.

Slowly, the situation on the field became somewhat stalemate. There are as many as four or five teams gathered together like the Hightowers.

One of the teams holding the hunter flag was particularly strong. It defeated two teams on its own. Now it has gathered two teams of allies, with as many as 13 people. No one dared to approach them for a while. At this time, they were less than 30 meters away from Gavin's location.

He saw Gavin standing motionless next to him. This team did not hesitate at all, as if they had seen new prey, they charged directly towards Gavin and others. Seeing this, Gavin and the others rushed forward without hesitation. The pace of both sides was rapid, their eyes revealed a fierce look, and a fierce confrontation was about to take place.

On the main stand, a group of nobles were watching the battle. Under a hunter's flag, Randyll Tully looked at his eldest son Sam beside him, and saw that his face was pale and his body was shaking uncontrollably. He was obviously frightened by this bloody scene. His chubby face was full of fear, his fat muscles were trembling slightly, and his thick arms were shaking.

Randyll Tully saw this and angrily yelled: "You useless thing! Don't bring this coward here and tarnish the reputation of my family!" After saying that, he turned his head angrily and looked at Next to him was his second son Dickon. I saw the second son staring at the battlefield with bright eyes, showing no fear. Randyll Tarly couldn't help feeling annoyed, and sighed secretly: "Why is Dickon not the eldest son? Why are the Seven Gods so unfair, giving me such a cowardly heir!"

Then he patted Dickon on the shoulder, pointed to the hunter's flag that was charging towards Gavin and others, and said seriously: "Dickon, that represents the motto of our family - I am the pioneer. Remember, the Tully family's The glory lies in this, no matter what kind of enemy you face, you must always charge forward." Now he has completely given up on his eldest son's cowardice. Fortunately, he still has a qualified younger son to train.

Earl Tully was about to continue preaching, but was stopped abruptly by Dickon's sudden exclamation.

Landao immediately looked at the field and saw that facing an enemy that was far more than double their number, Gavin and others actually launched a countercharge, and the two teams collided in an instant.

One of the young men, like a ghost, quickly rushed into the enemy's formation with a spear in hand. The tip of the spear was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, stabbing left and right, and instantly disrupted the enemy's formation. The enemy soldiers responded in panic, but they could not stop his attack at all.

Then, the young man actually abandoned his spear and drew his sword, and the sword in his hand seemed to have turned into a messenger of death. His swordsmanship was superb, and his sword was as sharp as the wind. Every sword stabbed accurately at the vital points. His figure shuttled through the crowd, and the sword rose and fell, and blood splattered.

Even if they fought hard, their moves seemed so clumsy in front of the boy's powerful swordsmanship. The boy's sword was like lightning, passing again and again, and the soldiers fell one after another, unable to resist the violent attack. The remaining personnel stepped back unconsciously, and their morale had collapsed.

In just a moment, the tough team that no one dared to approach before had fallen to the ground. The boy's armor was covered with blood, but he did not show any signs of fatigue, but instead exuded a chilling momentum.

The field was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the shouts of killing seemed to become weaker at this moment. The young man stood proudly among the corpses, like a god of war descending to the world, which made people feel awe.