Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

Chapter 118 A Jaime Lannister was captured alive ahead

"My lord, be careful, there are enemies charging towards us on the mountain!"

Several of Jaime Lannister's closest guards in the army reported the imminent crisis to their master with one voice.

Just now, relying on their own equipment advantages and the momentum of fighting to the death, more than 100 people, at one time suppressed hundreds of northern cavalry, preventing them from rushing in.

However, the mysterious cavalry rushing down from the western hills shattered all their fantasies. Just one charge turned them all over their backs. More than 100 people were killed and more than 40 people were killed. It was divided into two small pieces and surrounded by the northern cavalry regiment.

James Lannister knew that the cavalry with such a strong impact must be led by an important person from the opponent.

He has now fully understood, what the hell are the Hejian cavalry, they are basically the northerners wearing the armor of the Hejian army, and honest people like them first came to deceive, and now they come to sneak attack.

This narrow valley with a deep depression in the middle is a battlefield carefully prepared by these cunning northerners. When the cavalry responsible for attracting them brings their 2000 men here, they immediately launch a full-scale attack.

When James Lannister saw the cavalry clusters on the top of the hills on both sides rushing down and covering the mountains like a tsunami, he knew he couldn't escape.

They are all leading troops to fight, no matter how poor their level is, at a glance, they know that the northern cavalry who ambushed him must have exceeded 4000.

Originally, the northern cavalry was fierce and powerful and dominated the Seven Kingdoms. Now the opponent is twice as strong as themselves, and they use the terrain to charge from high to low.

Because of the terrain, my 2000 people were forced to form a thin long line. The northern cavalry rushed down from the mountain, and almost every charge would break through the hastily organized defense line of my soldiers.

asshole!There is no escape this time!

James Lannister is very aware of his situation, so, in the spirit of killing one to earn money and killing two to earn blood, he took fifty elite Lannisters under his control and headed towards Clay. Also rushed over.

He wants to see how powerful this mysterious northern cavalry is. If he doesn't touch it, even if he, James Lannister, dies, he won't be able to swallow it.

In fact, he thought too much, as Lord Tywin's precious son, no one would kill him the moment his identity was recognized.

Just kidding, he is probably the only one who doesn't know how valuable he is.

Even if Tywin Lannister packed his daughter Cersei and his second son Tyrion, he would definitely exchange Jaime Lannister back.

"Lannister!"

Jaime Lannister roared loudly, and behind him, the elite Lannister cavalry who were like a red wave also shouted:

"Listen to my roar!"

In an instant, the two hundred cavalry led by Clay Manderly, like a gray city wall, and the red blood wave formed by more than fifty men led by James Lannister, were on the battlefield on the north side of the Virgin Valley. , collided violently.

Both sides understood that there was no need to be stingy about horse speed at this time. It happened that this area was temporarily emptied at this time of the war, so the cavalry of both sides collided almost at full speed.

The muffled sound of broken bones, the painful wails of war horses, and the screams of desperate human beings filled every inch of space in the narrow battlefield.

As the leaders of both sides, after fighting hard for a while, both sides noticed each other in the chaos of the battlefield.

No way, these days, there is a very obvious difference between a nobleman and an ordinary soldier in any aspect.

Jaime Lannister flicked the blood off his sword and pointed it at Clay.

"Let's decide the outcome, in the way of knights, young northerners!"

Clay Manderly, who was not bleeding anywhere, looked like a ghost crawling out of the seven layers of hell. Except for the youthfulness on his face, Jaime Lannister couldn't find it anymore. There is less than one word that can describe the opponent in front of him.

Clay's face was expressionless, but what he was thinking in his heart was that this kingslayer is really naive. At this time, he wants to fight him one by one. Why, he can run out if he wins.

However, this proposal itself is quite good, so Clay confirmed the stability of the Quen seal on his body, and then pressed his mask.

The surrounding Lannister army fell one by one under the siege of more and more northern cavalry. At this moment, the two of them were surrounded by northern soldiers, and they could not even see the red color of Lannister. Not anymore.

The two war horses moved at the same time, and soon, the two sides collided together.

Jaime Lannister opted for a slash from the bottom up, aiming at Clay's control of the horse's legs.

Of course Clay knew what he was going to do. With a wave of his long sword, there was a clang, and the weapons of both sides collided together, and a series of dazzling sparks burst out from the friction.

In the first round of confrontation, both sides had a clear understanding of each other's strength.

Although Clay's body hasn't fully grown up, after all, he can't reach it, but because of the physical strengthening brought about by the transformation of the demon hunter, his strength is comparable to that of an adult kingslayer, and he can even be strong. Make some.

But this also means that he cannot forcibly crush the kingslayer to death with brute force. If he wants to defeat his opponent, he must test his horse fighting ability.

But that's okay, this feeling makes Clay even more excited. It's only interesting to complete challenging missions. What's the point if all the enemies are broken at the touch of a touch.

"Come again!"

With a low growl, Clay charged again, brandishing his long sword. Although the famous sword skills of the demon hunter could not be used on a war horse, this did not prevent him from being full of confidence in his sword skills.

The two collided again. This time, King Slayer was forced to dodge by Clay's sword. This sword was extremely tricky. The tip of the sword was like a snake's kiss, and it bit directly towards his waist like lightning.

He originally wanted to swing his sword to attack the opponent's chest, but his life was at stake, so he withdrew the thought, turned sideways, and narrowly avoided the sword.

The two war horses overlapped back and forth, and it turned out that it was hard to tell the winner for a while.

However, Clay became more and more excited as he fought, while Jaime Lannister became more and more frightened as he fought.

Because he found that his opponent was completely desperate, and several times his own sword was about to cut his neck, but this young northern soldier didn't seem to care at all, and he must stab his sword into his own. body.

This kind of life-for-life style of play made Jaime Lannister extremely uncomfortable.

While breathing, he was a little puzzled. Where did this reckless man come from? He really didn't take his own life seriously. Bar?

It's definitely not because of women. When it comes to women, my good brother Tyrion knows much more than himself.

He didn't have time to think about it, because the opponent rushed up again, and seeing the opponent's movements, James realized that the opponent's physical recovery ability might be extremely terrifying.

As a Kingsguard who has participated in martial arts tournaments all the year round, he knows too well that long-term riding and attacking is a huge physical exertion exercise, and ordinary people can't last long at all.

But the opponent in front of him didn't seem to feel tired at all. The strength of a sword was stronger than that of a sword, and there was no sign of attenuation at all. This made Jaime Lannister's plan to drag the opponent until he was tired, and then wait for an opportunity to counterattack completely failed.

Although it wasn't a heavy lance, but the half-handed sword was not light, and it wasn't made of Valyrian steel. How could it have been slashed for so long without changing its movements?

Jaime Lannister slapped, his expression changed from relaxed to dignified, from dignified to surprised, then from surprised to puzzled, and finally from puzzled to confused.

So far, the swordsmanship of the two is comparable, and it is impossible to find a flaw to solve the battle with one sword, but the problem is...

Why are you not tired?

A big question mark popped up in James Lannister's mind. His own arm was so sore and numb that he could hardly lift it up and hold a weapon. However, his opponent was like a machine, and every sword Just cut straight at him.

Putting the long sword on his waist with all his strength, and gritting his teeth to block a powerful slash from Clay, Jaime Lannister took two steps back with his horse, and the momentum of the charge was interrupted. .

The big sword stopped the dragon car (crossed out), and stopped the opponent with a sword. Clay licked the corner of his mouth, and he also realized that his opponent seemed a little tired.

Before he drew his sword to meet him, he imagined countless possibilities to win this duel, but he never thought that he would use the powerful recovery ability of a demon hunter to grind his opponent to death.

So far, the Quinn shield he put on for himself has not been broken yet, so he is really cautious and lonely.

Taking the time to take a look at Clay, the battle in the canyon is no longer a problem. The northern cavalry rushing down from the mountains on the east and west sides have completely divided the Lannister army.

Every time they charged, at least nearly a hundred Lannisters could be killed.

Before the battle, Clay gave an unkind order to all the generals leading the charge:

"In this battle, we don't want any prisoners. Even if someone surrenders, we will still kill them."

As soon as this remark came out, someone raised objections at the time, saying that doing so would be disrespectful and contrary to the spirit of the nobility, and Clay responded back then:

"My lord, we only have more than 5000 people. Even if we don't lose any of them in this battle, how many people are you going to leave to take care of the prisoners? One hundred, two hundred, or three hundred?!"

"The battle opportunity is fleeting. We must completely defeat the Lannister infantry before they react. If there are too many people left, we will not have enough troops to participate in the next charge. If there are few people left, one or two will run out. What if the news leaks out?"

"It's still the same sentence. In this battle, I want 12000 heads of Lannister. I want all people surnamed Lannister to shudder when they mention my name and our army. Do you understand?!"

Clay himself knows very well that the so-called surrender is unknown, but I'm sorry, I won't allow you Lannisters to surrender in this battle.

Back on the battlefield, Clay looked at the Kingslayer James Lannister who was panting not far away, felt the power in his body, danced a sword flower, and launched another attack on the Kingslayer .

Around them, the northern nobles who had freed their hands formed a circle, and they were all nervously watching the duel between the commanders of the two sides.

After watching it for a long time, Earl Horwood said with emotion:
"My gods, our Master Clay is as strong as a giant dragon. After fighting for so long, he can still charge like this. It's incredible."

His words resonated with many nobles, and this duel has developed to the present, and it is no longer so serious.

It's been a long time since I saw someone who can beat the top ten kingslayers in the Seven Kingdoms in terms of strength in a one-on-one duel, so tired that they can barely hold their swords. It's really eye-opening.

These northern nobles were in a happy mood. They all knew that this battle would kill two thousand Lannister cavalry. It was the biggest victory for the Northern Legion since the war began.

But as a loser, Jaime Lannister was not so happy.

Seeing the mysterious knight charging at him like a bull, he squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body to block it.

But obviously, he was too tired, his wrist was as stiff as a stone, and he could no longer hold the sword.

With a clang, his weapon came out of his hand, and he himself was knocked down from the horse's back by the opponent's huge force.

Lying on the ground, staring blankly at the dusky evening sky.

I really tried my best, and there was really no way.

He felt the sharp sword tip staying in his neck artery, and he also heard the very young and calm voice of the victor who defeated him:

"You lost, Lannister..."

(End of this chapter)