The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Renard looked at the three Malbran family soldiers, who were covered in wounds.

In his eyes, these three soldiers did not deserve to die.

They were only ordered to spread rumors and did not engage in any further acts of destruction.

Moreover, after the scouts reported the rumors from various places, everyone immediately held a short meeting. Ser Gregor decisively ordered Maester Yassa to release the ravens, notifying the surrounding nobles to block all roads, and even if their own people fled into their territory, they would have to be sent back.

Everyone had already experienced the Mountain's power, so they replied that they would resolutely cooperate. This was also the reason why Bernie of Alex Village led the villagers to leave at night but was still blocked by Ser Banclo's general.

Before the rumors were dispelled, no matter day or night, the people who wanted to flee with their families had nowhere to go.

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Smelly Mouth saw the hesitation in Renard's eyes. He drew his short sword and handed it to Renard.

Renard took the short sword. It was a good sword, the blade reflecting the firelight of the torches on the wall, the sword body illuminating a person's shadow, just like a mirror.

Renard held the short sword and came to the three guards. The three guards immediately knelt down, begging for mercy.

They did not deserve to die.

It was just that they had encountered the Mountain.

Renard said, "You could have avoided death, but you overheard our conversation earlier."

The three guards quickly defended themselves, claiming that they did not want to listen, but were forced to. They also swore that they would never tell anyone.

Renard knew very well that Ser Gregor wanted to use these men for him to kill!

Mercy does not make a general, kindness does not make a soldier!

Renard hardened his heart: "Get up. If you are men, die standing."

The three guards slowly stood up, the fear on their faces replaced by determination and indignation.

Renard said, "I'm sorry, this is a military order. I must kill the three of you."

He thrust his sword straight, aiming at the heart of the guard on the left.

The Mountain's voice also sounded at the same time: "The three of you work together. If you can knock the short sword away, or subdue Renard, you can all live. The Mountain never jokes."

The guard on the left had shackles on his hands and feet. The chains of the shackles gave his hands and feet freedom of length. In desperation, the guard waved his hands, raising the shackles to block Renard's short sword.

Whoosh!

The short sword pierced the guard's arm.

The guard screamed, ignoring the injury to his arm, and the iron chain in his hand wrapped around Renard's neck. The other two guards came up to attack, their leg irons heavy, so they couldn't use their legs. They waved the iron chains in their hands, smashing them at Renard.

Renard retreated, pulled out the short sword, and avoided the clanging iron chains. He took a big step to the left, allowing himself to only face the guard whose arm had just been pierced. The right hand sword struck again, this time showing no mercy, aiming at the abdomen of the immobile guard.

Just as the guard raised his hands, Renard had stabbed him several times in the abdomen. Blood spurted out, and he could no longer raise his hands. He roared and lunged at Renard, wanting to hug him. Renard dodged, leaning against the wall. The guard crashed to the ground, twitching.

The other two guards looked at each other.

They were inconvenient to advance or retreat, but Renard was agile, moving freely, too fast.

The Mountain said, "Renard, your performance disappoints me. Killing a guard with handcuffs and shackles, you actually stabbed him several times and he's still not dead."

Renard's hands were covered in blood, and his clothes were splattered with a lot of blood. His chest rose and fell sharply, gasping for breath. The full-force stabs made his body feel weak. This was not because his physical strength was not good, but because he was too nervous. The hateful gaze of the other party, glaring at him and wanting to fight him to the death, was unforgettable. It was a kind of venomous gaze he had never seen before, making his hands and feet weak.

Smelly Mouth let out a chuckle. His laughter was clear, full of contempt.

The other two guards made up their minds to die. Instead, they retreated, leaning against the wall, holding their breath and not moving. Since they were going to die anyway, they wouldn't move if it was inconvenient to move. When Renard came over, the iron chains in their hands would be their weapons. If they rushed over, they would give Renard the chance to kill them one by one.

The Mountain said again, "Renard, you must kill one with one sword, otherwise I will let the two of them go back. The leakage of our minting secrets was caused by your softheartedness. Don't lead troops into battle anymore, just be a horse-breeding clerk."

Smelly Mouth chuckled again.

This made Renard's face burn with pain. His stomach suddenly burned like fire, making him feel very uncomfortable.

Renard gripped the short sword tightly and slowly walked towards the two guards leaning against the wall. The two guards glared at him, grabbing the iron chains tightly. Renard came to a suitable distance, and the two guards' iron chains flew over, one sweeping across Renard's waist, and the other smashing down on Renard's head from above.

Renard did not dodge, but suddenly advanced quickly, taking a big step forward, one sword, a flash of cold light, with a puff, arriving first, accurately piercing the neck of a guard.

The two iron chains that attacked fiercely missed behind Renard.

Renard succeeded with one strike, without any pause, immediately retreated, the short sword pulled out from his neck, blood spurting past him. The guard reached for his throat, wanting to stop the gushing blood, but his hand was just a little distance away from his neck, and he fell down powerlessly.

Whoosh!

An iron chain swept over again. Renard lowered his body, the iron chain swept over his head, with a loud bang, smashing into the stone wall. Renard got up, leaped to his opponent's face, facing each other, the short sword in his right hand had already pierced the other's heart.

He let go, retreated, the short sword only had a hilt left in the other's chest.

The guard stared at Renard, but Renard's hands and feet were no longer weak. He also stared at the other party, fearless.

The other party slid down the wall and died.

The Mountain said, "The movements are stiff, the force has no priority, like a brute fighting desperately. Aim at the vital points, no need to use full strength, only then will you have the strength to counterattack the attacks of others. When you stab someone's heart with all your strength, if there are helpers on his side, you will have no strength to make any dodging movements."

Renard thought that killing two guards with one sword each would win Ser Gregor's appreciation, but it was Ser Gregor's criticism.

"If you can stab a sword into someone's heart with three points of strength, use at most five points, don't use twelve points," the Mountain said. "That makes you look like a reckless man."

"Yes, Ser Gregor."

"Clean up the corpses and blood stains yourself. Remember, don't call the jailers to help."

"Yes, Ser Gregor."

"Smelly Mouth, let's go!"

Smelly Mouth walked up with a smile that made Renard feel ashamed. He slowly pulled out the short sword, wiping the blood off on the corpse: "Renard, pull the sword out slowly, the enemy's blood will not splatter on your body."

"Yes, Smelly Mouth!"

"Also, if it's a gang fight, don't use all your strength when stabbing vital parts, just kill the other party. Having spare strength will allow you to advance and retreat freely. But if it's a one-on-one duel, it feels better to kill the other party with all your strength!"

Renard said, "Yes, Smelly Mouth. But don't laugh at me. Come to the training ground tomorrow morning, with training swords, and I can knock you down."

"I will definitely kill you in a duel with real swords," Smelly Mouth said. "What do you think, Young Master Renard!"

Renard was stunned.

Then he bit his lip and stopped talking, went to the wall to take down the conical tube, inserted it into the water hole on the wall, water flowed out of the twenty-centimeter-long conical tube, tinkling, flowing into the wooden basin specially used to collect water to wash away blood.

Thank you Chau534 for the reward, thank you!