Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

Chapter 255 Stupid is no reason
"Master Clay, this guy is Leonor Corbray, and the one next to him is his younger brother, Lynn Corbray."

Christen lifted the blood-stained sword tip, and patted the face of Lynn Corbray, who was trembling with fright.

The latter tried his best to dodge, but two Mandalay family soldiers pressed his shoulders and made him kneel in the mud, and he couldn't dodge even if he wanted to.

As for his elder brother, the Earl of Heart City, who had been fighting until the end, he was seriously injured and still cursing, and Collison, who was afraid of dirtying Lord Clay's ears, slapped him unconscious with a slap.

Clay didn't intend to object to Krissen's actions. Captives have no human rights, and how they live depends entirely on the mood of their captors.

However, Clay didn't plan to pay attention to the unlucky brothers right now. A long sword held by Krissen and about to be handed over to him caught his attention.

It's not that Clay has never seen a sword, how could that be, he has killed many people with a sword.

But this one is different, because Clay felt some unusual aura when he was on it.

That's the smell of magic.

Clay glanced at Krissen. This kid is also a demon hunter, so he is naturally very sensitive to magic power. Although he has no such concept, he can still feel the difference of this sword.

Seeing Clay looking over, Krissen immediately held up his sword.

Ignoring the blood-stained scabbard, Clay took it and drew his sword half an inch.

With a crisp sound, the blade of the sword shining with cold light appeared in Clay's field of vision, and a slightly hot magical power rushed towards his face. In Clay's field of vision, there was a faint red glow on the sword. Light.

"Lord Clay, this is the family sword of House Corbray, the Valyrian steel sword, and it has a name: Lady Hollow."

A tired voice told Clay the origin of the sword at the most appropriate time.

Clay didn't look back, of course he knew who was talking, and there were not many people in the entire army who dared to stand by his side at this time.

"Ser Brynden, do you recognize this sword?"

Clay played with it in his hand, and then handed the sword to Brynden Tully, who was standing behind him and had cleaned the blood on his upper body.

The former guard of the Blood Gate, the old knight of the Tully family with the title of Black Fish, had a look of emotion on his face.

He nodded and answered Clay's question:

"Yeah, I know it. I used to have a good relationship with these valley nobles. After all, I was guarding the gate for them."

"When I was a guest in Heart City, Lynn Corbray showed me this sword."

The old jazz once thought that he would be the guard of the Blood Gate until the day he went to meet the gods.

But he didn't expect that within a few years of peace, he followed a young northern general and launched an attack on the valley people who were their enemies first.

Now, after a bloody battle, the main force of the Corbray family was nearly wiped out, and the two Corbray brothers became prisoners.

Thinking about it now, things are really impermanent. When I was a guest in Xinsu City and tasted their salt and bread, I would never have expected such a day.

This is why Sir Brynden Tully looked at the empty lady with emotion just now.

It's not that Clay is so rare about this sword. To put it bluntly, it is just a symbol in Westeros to prove that your family has a long history, and it has no special role.

In essence, it is a steel sword with relatively high data, but it cannot really send out a flame with one sword.

What interested Clay was the magic above.

He has never seen this kind of magic power. According to his original memory, this thing should be a special tool for Ga different ghost, and what is contained inside should be fire magic that conflicts with the cold magic in the different ghost.

But here is the interesting thing. Clay has met Melisandre. As R'hllor's spokesperson, the magic power of this witch should be the same as R'hllor, the Lord of Light.

However, the fire magic that Clay felt was not the same as the fire magic attached to the sword of Lady Kong Ji.

How to put it, the intuitive description is that R'hllor's divine power, in Clay's view, is like dancing in a fire, and it will burn him in a short time.

But the magic power on Ms. Kongji's sword edge gave Clay a feeling that it was much gentler, like the warm sun in the afternoon, and it felt a little comfortable when it shone on him.

Not on an experience channel at all.

That's weird.

Both sides are fire magic, so in the end, who is orthodox?

If there is this concept between them.

In the ancient Valyrian Empire, there were many gods back then. Balerion, the Black Death God, and Merasis, including Gelesos, who Clay named his dragon, were all worshiped by Valyria. the gods.

They didn't recognize R'hllor as an onion.

If you think about it this way, there is a lot to discuss here.

The most direct question is, who is the source of the fire magic controlled by the Valyrians?

All the magic in the North points to the old gods. The White Walkers beyond the Wall are the servants of the Cold God. Melisandre uses R'hllor's divine power to preach everywhere. Except for Clay himself, a black household, all other magics have the existence of the gods behind them. .

As for the already destroyed Valyrian Empire, they were able to communicate with giant dragons, control giant dragons, and establish a huge colonial empire, all relying on the fire magic in their blood that was compatible with giant dragons.

Originally, Clay thought that the fire magic in Daenerys' veins was directed at R'hllor.

When he met Melisandre before, he didn't pay attention to this point. After being reminded by the empty lady, Clay realized that Daenerys' Targaryen blood, the magical aura possessed by the sword, was related to the sword. The magic taste is similar.

They come from the same source, but are far from R'hllor's divine power.

If Clay, as a demon hunter, was not extremely sensitive to magic power, it would be impossible to notice this matter at all.

In the entire continent of Westeros, few people probably know about this matter. Those bachelors in the school city who wear jingling chains around their necks and claim to be the embodiment of knowledge should really reflect on themselves.

Frowning fiercely, Clay could only suppress his curiosity as he was about to fly to the sky. After all, he was fighting a war now, so he had no time to investigate this matter at all.

This feeling of being forcibly interrupted made him vaguely recall the feeling given to him by those writers who were not doing anything and who were well versed in chapter breaking skills when they were reading novels at a certain point in the previous life.

Suppressing his turbulent memories, Clay shook his head, threw these inconsequential things out of his mind, and looked at the Valyrian steel in his hand again. It looked heavy, but it was too light to start with. sword.

Well, you're already in my Clay Mandalay shape.

As for whether the Corbray family would become sworn enemies with him, Clay Manderly, he didn't care at all.

When you have the guts to be hostile to me, friend, how much will Long Yan know?
……

Clay didn't have time to think about the secret behind this steel sword named Mandalay, Lady Valyria.

He now had to take care of the brutal war that had just ended.

The stench of the corpse lingered at the tip of his nose all the time, making him quickly cast aside other thoughts and concentrate on the matter in front of him.

Previously, after he led the army to launch a general offensive, the people in the valley collapsed in embarrassment, but the road was congested for too long, so the final result was also very ugly.

After the battle was over and the battle damage was counted, the main force of the heavy cavalry led by Clay lost more than 30 people in total.

The Northern Route Army led by Sir Brynden Tully lost more than 300 men, or a third of its staff, because it withdrew from the battle in time.

And the Southern Route Army led by the Sir of the Vance family had already suffered a shocking amount of damage.

The 300 Hejian ground cavalry who attacked with him, counting more broadly, counted those who could survive, and there were only more than people left.

In other words, in just half a day, he alone killed more than 600 people for Clay, and he was still the cavalry that Clay regarded as his treasure.

During the entire battle, this Sir Vance family made a lot of mistakes.

First of all, the deadliest thing was that the bastard lacked a sense of direction and dared to go on the road without navigation. As a result, he rushed into the opposite lane and slammed into Brynden Tully, who was driving normally on the opposite side.

Afterwards, this muddleheaded idiot didn't realize that he made a mistake at all, and kept pushing forward, slamming on the gas pedal, which caused the problem that was originally solved by quick claims settlement to become a complete congestion .

At this point, he finally realized that there was a problem on his side, but then, he seemed to forget that he was the commander of an army. As a general, he was so panicked on the battlefield that he forgot how to command.

As a result, the South Route Army, which was still able to maintain its formation, suddenly lost its morale and organizational system after such a toss, and fell into a state of fighting on its own.

However, in the one-on-one horse battle with the people from the Valley, the level of training and the will to fight were far inferior to the people from the Hejian on the opposite side, so they suffered a big loss.

If Clay's army hadn't made it out in time, these 1000 people would have to be eaten alive by the valley people who were prey.

For this kind of person who harms the army, Klein doesn't care who you are, and there is no need to bring him back to Riverrun for a public trial.

Lest the night be long and dreamy, Clay ordered that they be executed immediately to comfort the souls of the soldiers who died in this battle.

Following this order, Krissen grinned grimly, without wiping the blood off his face, holding his sword, he led the people to find this knight of the Vance family who had been put under control.

Seeing the murderous Christen striding towards him, this man was still holding on to the last sliver of luck, thinking that his family had a great influence in Hejian. Will do it myself.

Besides, I just fought a battle, and I didn't lose this battle. Didn't I still win in the end?
At most, the loss on my side is a little bigger, but what does that matter?Anyway, those who died were commoners with no roots, but none of the nobles were injured.

On the contrary, he also captured two great nobles in the valley. It was because he held them back that Clay Manderly took the credit for capturing them alive.

Based on these, I should be fine.

The man thought.

However, he didn't understand what Clay was going to do until he was kicked to the ground by Chrissen who came over, and then dragged like a dead dog to the Southern Army sergeant who was silently licking his wounds.

This is killing him!
"I'm from the Vance family! I'm a knight, a nobleman, you, Clay Manderly, have no right to kill me!"

Clay didn't even look at him, and he didn't let Krissen do it. He, Clay Mandalay, could do this kind of thing, but with Krissen's identity, he couldn't do it.

His power has already taken shape, and with his current power, no one dares to say no to him, but Krissen can't, he is not a nobleman after all.

It is a taboo in this era for civilians to kill nobles.

Therefore, this execution can only be carried out by him, Clay Mandler himself.

He took out the empty lady who had just obtained it, and held it high above his head.

"I, Clay of the Mandalay family, in the name of the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, sentence you to death."

With a swing of the sword, the head fell to the ground.

Blood, very hot.

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(End of this chapter)