The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

Winterfell, the main castle hall.

Dangdangdangdang!

A series of sound of double sword fighting.

With every collision, sparks splattered everywhere.

The violent and tit-for-tat collision caused cracks in the blades of the two swords.

The hunting dog's sword is longer and sharper, and the dark lines on the sword are the traces of smelting left by thousands of hard work.

Harris' sword is wider and heavier, just like the thick and rugged character of the northern men.

The hound's sword is lighter, and Harris's sword is more powerful.

Arya could not see her eyes for a moment.

This is a true confrontation between a master of swordsmanship in the north and a master of swordsmanship in the south. She saw such a top-notch swordsmanship competition for the first time. She was so excited and excited that she couldn't bear to give birth to a pair of eyes and remember the details of every swordsmanship change. , Engrave every attack and defense transition in my mind.

Harris made up his mind to let the hounds pay their debts, so he spared no effort in every sword. His swordsmanship is superb, his arms are strong, and his strength is long-lasting, and his source is inexhaustible. This is the toughness that he exercised by practicing riding a gun and charging with a long log. Arm strength, tens of thousands of soldiers in the north is unmatched.

After several rounds, both of them saw sweat on their foreheads, breathing quickly, and once again their swords crossed fiercely. The hound's body shook obviously, but Harris didn't move.

It's just that Harris' wide sword is notched, and the hound's sword is of better quality, with only a few small cracks.

Harris' portable sword was presented to Will. This sword was temporarily used as an emergency. His re-customized sword is still in the blacksmith Mikan's shop, and Mikan's apprentices are still forging the sword blanks every day.

Cersei frowned slightly, and Joffrey yelled: "Dog, don't lose my face."

The hound turned a deaf ear, his sword skills were above Harris,

The swordsmanship teacher Silio touched his mustache, with his unique friendly smile on his face, his lips were close to Arya's ear, and he laughed in a low voice: "Two brash guys are fighting, the swordsmanship is rough, you Don’t learn to figure out this kind of swordsmanship, it’s okay to watch and play."

Arya said: "Harris and Hound are both top swordsmen."

"Wrong!" Silio smiled, lightly jokingly, "They are battlefield swordsmanship, you know? There are so many people on the battlefield that you have to chop. It is pure brute force competition, and what you are about to learn is The best swordsmanship is dance, art, and music. Swords are like walking clouds, collecting swords like water, stings like bees, and cutting like butterflies. Every sword pose must be graceful, like a fairy lingbo, fluttering. Fly. Look at the two of them panting, yelling, slashing, and colliding. Isn’t it like two bulls fighting on the frozen ground?"

Arya, after all, is a little girl with a heart, she is out of innocence, and she can't help but smile when she hears two bullies fighting.

The first queen Cersei and Prince Joffrey looked over here, Joffrey had a bad look, Arya's eyes widened, her nostrils snorted coldly, and the corner of her right mouth was slightly raised with disdain.

Caitlin's gaze crossed the crowd, and cast a reproachful gaze at the little girl.

Arya shrank her neck and shortened her neck, took Silio's hand to change a place, and hid beside Jon Snow's burly side to watch the sword fight.

Harris knew that his arms were above the hounds, and a series of open and close slashes, hacks, and slashes. The momentum was like a rainbow, forcing the hounds to hold their swords to block them. Every time they block, the hound's body shook. With seven or eight combos, the hounds were already unstable, teetering, and obviously under the wind.

Harris took advantage of the victory and pursued, shouting, and slashing, to knock down the sword in the hound's hand, and then stab the sword from his neck.

In the sparkling fire, the hounds did not dare to block any more, and the two-handed sword has become a one-handed sword, which is convenient for dodge, and suddenly one side, flashing through this vertical split of Harris, the two steps are wrong, and the body is opposite. , The hound slammed the back of Harris' neck with his right elbow holding the sword.

The round steel armor at the hound's elbow hit Harris' thin neck armor. This hit the hound with his whole body strength, and he had waited for this opportunity for a long time.

With a choking sound of the armor slamming, Harris' neck almost broke, he staggered forward, and the sword in his hand was also unstable and flew out.

The hound yelled, spinning swiftly, and chasing at flying pace. The man jumped in the air, holding a sword in both hands, and slashed at Harris' swaying head from the back.

Although Harris was wearing a helmet, this cut would dent the helmet, squeeze Harris’ head, and kill Harris on the spot.

"No!" Arya shouted.

Harris is her good friend.

Harris turned his back to the hound and his feet were unstable. Seeing that Harris, the first warrior in the North with a lance, was about to die here again——

Between life and death, Joffrey was overjoyed, Cersei smiled, Ed's face was pale, Caitlin's honor faded, and the northern knights and nobles changed their colors. Jon Snow, Robb Stark, and Bran Stark are all open-mouthed with grief and anger.

If it was just a battle against the sword, the hunting dog should have stopped.

But he made it clear that he wanted to kill Harris.

Out of the knight's honor, everyone can only watch Harris being smashed to death by the flying sword of the hound.

"Stop! Seven layers of hell!" Robert stood up and shouted, loudly like a thunder, shaking everyone's eardrums loudly, "Enough, stop, this is an order."

The king's original intention was to compete with swords, and he also wanted to watch a lance, but he didn't let the Lannisters' dogs kill two northern knights here.

The king ordered, and the northern knights and Arya rushed out to save Harris.

But it was too late--

The sword that the hound smashed into the air couldn't contain the attack in the air.

Even if the Hound couldn't take the sword himself, he didn't even mean to take the sword.

He just wants to hack faster.

No one can save Harris.

King Robert's roar won't work either.

The hound leaped in the air, the sword slashed and aimed at Harris' head.

when!

There was a loud noise.

Harris stood firm at the last moment, turned abruptly, and the invincible right arm rushed up. The hound's sword slashed on Harris's right arm, and the entire large armor of the armguard was forcibly cut away. , The sword hacked into the arm, embedded in the bone, and blood came out of the armor from the blade of the sword.

Harris' invincible arm strength and armor protection abruptly carried the hound's volley to kill.

Harris’ arm bones and armor jammed the Hound’s sword. Although his lance-riding right arm remained unbroken, it was still powerful. It swung around and forced the Hound’s hands to loosen the sword. He was injured. With a sword embedded in his arm, he stepped forward, stretched his right hand forward, grabbed the hound's neck, and pressed it down. The left hand had already pulled out the dagger around his waist. The dagger pierced the hound's throat from the bottom up.

There is no neck armor on the hound's neck, nor does he wear a dog head helmet on his head. He is pressed down by the huge force. This dagger is as fast as lightning. It is full of Harris' anger and Haihua's blood. In an instant, it will pierce through the front of the hound’s throat and pass through the back of the neck...