The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

"Angai!" Bolong shouted.

Close combat, because there are redstone walls on both sides of the spiral staircase, the space is very narrow, and only one person can pass.

Without the Valyrian Steel Sword, ordinary swords cannot compete with Will's Dark Night Dragon Sword.

Bolong thinks Will's swordsmanship is not exquisite, just one word: fast.

The opponent shoots a sword, and his sword has pierced the opponent's throat.

Under the blade of the dragon sword, the neck armor and armor worn on the body are no different from ordinary clothes.

The red cloaks stepped aside, and Ange walked up to the second floor and came to Bolong.

Bolong's tactics are obvious: long shots.

Angai archery is superb, you can shoot where you want, no one is invincible.

As a result, the situation suddenly reversed.

Angai smiled, he drew out two arrows, and took one without a hassle. His archery skills are very powerful. Under his precise power control, the speed of the first arrow will be faster than the speed of the second arrow. , First come first. He can also do whatever he wants, let two arrows arrive at the same time, and shoot each other in different positions.

Such archery is impossible to guard against.

Whoosh!

Ange shot an arrow.

As soon as the arrow flew out, the second arrow came out again.

Half a heartbeat time, two arrows were parallel in flight, one up and down, one arrow to Will's head and one arrow to Will's abdomen.

No matter how fast Will Swordsmanship is, he cannot block two arrows that arrive at the same time.

Angai's eyesight was stronger than Bolong, and he could tell at a glance that the man in black was not Will.

But the dragon bone sword was too far away to see if it was true.

When Angay came to King's Landing, the only person who had a close relationship with him was Will.

That night in Heishuihe, when he sang Dorne's love song to confess to Darjeel, he could clearly feel Will's encouragement and kindness.

A man in black posing as Will.

"Good!" The red cloaks cheered in unison.

In fact, Angai only used 60% of his power, and the long corridor distance on the second floor was too short compared to the long-range shooting distance of the longbow hard arrow.

Amidst the cheers, two arrows burst.

Win!

Two arrows hit a rectangular shield that suddenly appeared.

The fake Will had been prepared, and Ange was included in his plan.

The rectangular shield easily blocked his whole body, and two arrows were inserted into the shield.

"Rush up!" Bolong shouted.

He was the first to rush up, swinging his shuriken lightly, and pulling out the dagger from the leggings with his left hand as he stepped forward.

In close combat, especially rushing to the narrow spiral staircase, daggers and steel thorns are easier to play, but long swords are somewhat hindered.

Bolong has absolute confidence in Angai's archery.

When he rushed to Will, he couldn’t use a shield to attack. He had to use a sword. As long as he used a sword, he couldn’t use the wide rectangular shield. When he used the sword, he would show his body and head. Ange struck with an arrow.

The red cloaks followed Bolong and launched a charge.

On the stairway, behind Will, a figure appeared. She was holding a continuous-hair crossbow and a small black arrow.

The short-distance shooting intensity of the crossbow is very high, and the speed is as fast as lightning, because it is a mechanical force. The disadvantage is that it cannot be far. On the promenade on the second floor of the Prime Minister’s Tower, the distance is just right.

Bang!

Very crisp and powerful crossbow machine including sound.

The black shadow flashed, Bolong hit an arrow in his right shoulder, and the small black arrow shot into his shoulder, with only a little tail on the outside. Bolong yelled, and he could no longer raise his right-hand sword.

With two bangs, the two red cloaks next to Bolong shot arrows in their throats and turned over and fell to the ground, as if they had hit an unrivaled powerful force head-on.

The momentum of the entire charge was stagnant!

"Bolong, this is the second and last time Master Will has ordered you to spare your life." A woman's voice said lightly at the top of the spiral staircase. She is not happy or sad or angry, and her voice is clear and faint, but she is full of cold murderous aura, which makes her heart chill and her back becomes stiff.

Archer Angai's back stiffened suddenly: he heard Darjeel's voice.

Behind the fake Will, in the dark shadow, it turned out to be the voice of Darling who had left with the ship.

Damn, it turned out that the ship did leave, but Darjeel did not leave. ——Is she from Ed Stark? Stay and help Lord Ed Stark win the Game of Thrones?

Ange's heart is shocked!

At the same time, Bolong felt resentful.

The first time Will spared his and Tyrion’s lives, it was a night fight in a narrow alley in a flea den. At that time, Will and the mysterious half-faced gorilla fangs killed all the blood opera troupe, and they were invisible. The archer was crushed to death in the corner, unable to leave, unable to move.

This time, at such a close range, the opponent's archery was equally accurate, and it was easy to kill him with one arrow.

When there was a cry, Bolong's heart was ashamed, and his right hand long sword fell...He was ambitious, a proud man, and wanted to sell to the emperor's family for a knighthood, but was so spared twice, and his sword had no chance. Even if it collides with the opponent's sword... your life is completely controlled by others...

Bolong turned around, his right hand was no longer able to make a sword, so why did he fight? The other party has spared him twice, he has no honor, and the man's spine and blood still have a bit of blood. He turned his back to the crossbow, the other party wanted to kill him, but with a move of his finger...no, let's go, leave King's Landing, and look across the narrow sea...

There is no conceited hero than resentful but helpless in his heart!

"Master Bolong..." said a red cloak, "you can't escape!"

"A mercenary is a mercenary. There is no loyalty or honor at all, Bolong, it's going to you!" Another Western noble knight sneered.

By Bolong's side, there were quite a few people who followed him just now.

"I'm not doing it! Fuck you Lannister!" Bolong had licked his blood for decades. At the age of nine, he admired fighting and killing. The murdered person was so scared that he had feces and urine. Boy Bolong was very impressed. He was a mercenary horse boy at the age of eleven and began to kill. The more he killed, the richer he experienced the flow of feces and urine before the death of his opponent. His heart and personality were already very wild and arrogant. Niest, Bolong has never had any respect or affection.

"Hybrid. Kind. Mercenary, you offered to attack the Prime Minister's Tower, but were you the first to escape?" Yihong cloak angered. Bolon quit, which means that he is no longer the captain of the red cloak, an ordinary mercenary, in the eyes of the honorable Lannister red cloak, his status has plummeted.

Huh!

In the crowd, a long sword stabbed over, pierced Bolong's flesh and pierced his ribs.

The long sword pierces straight, the strength is concentrated on the tip of the sword, and the pressure is huge, so it can break the armor.

The second long sword stabbed and slid past Bolongda. Legs, drawn sparks and deep scratches on the armor.

Polon was furious, his right hand was no longer good, and he still had his left hand. In order to fight against the fake Will, Will stood up from behind the rectangular shield and gave Ange a chance to kill him. His left hand had already drawn a dagger.

The Bolon dagger pierced through the tip of the sword. The red cloak guard in front of him immediately burst into blood from his throat and his eyes were round...