"Let's go up and kill him!"
The spearmen were taken aback and opted for the most conservative style of play.
When!
Aemon held a spear with his sword in his left hand, and pierced the man's chest with his right hand.
There was a strong wind from behind, and the left wrist was pressed down and stabbed back.
Before the attacker could get close, the crude iron sword pierced the lower abdomen.
"Block him!"
Seven or eight men swarmed forward, spears lined up in a row to stab forward.
"Stupid."
Eamon's eyes were contemptuous, and his two-handed sword swung left and right, holding the spearhead and cutting it off one by one.
Taking advantage of the enemy's stunned gap, he rushed into the crowd and went forward
The left-handed sword obliterates a person's neck, and the right-handed sword pierces the other's chest.
The movements are fluid, without the clumsiness of a two-handed sword.
In a few rounds, they left behind a dead corpse.
Emon let out a cloudy breath and stepped over the corpse towards Syracus.
It's true that he's still young, but the title of "warrior descending to earth" is not groundless.
After choosing to learn martial arts at the age of 8, no one forced him to study.
At the beginning of this year, when he was proficient in two-handed swords, there were no more people who forced him to learn martial arts.
Even Sir Harold, commander of the Kingsguard, commented:
Unless there was a half-giant wielding a heavy sword of more than 1.8 meters, no one could stop him with a sword in both hands.
"Shh
Gray Shadow bombarded the back side, flapping its wings and flying over.
Who feeds it, it still knows.
Thundered!
At the same time, the roar of horses' hooves could be heard from the front side of the path.
"Valley Knight, Flatten the Alpine Clan!"
Holding aloft the two-point banner, Gonzor led the 180 Knights of the Valley of the Prince's Battalion and the Red Bases to gallop on horseback.
The Alpine clan was already frightened by Syracles, and in the face of the Valley Knights, they were immediately reduced to fish on the chopping block.
Those who were hit by the war horses flew out upside down, and many of them were trampled into flesh.
"It's just in time."
Eamonn glanced and walked not far away from Syracus.
At this time, dozens of spearmen were still besieging, but they were frightened by the roar of the dragon.
Hesitated to step forward.
"Rhaenyra, you're in the water!?"
Aemon strode over and opened his mouth to scold.
The brain-dead who kills people and does not pay for their lives, it is not her who dares to die with affection.
"Huh!?"
Hearing the familiar shout, Rhaenyra blinked and looked around blankly.
Aemon's face turned pale, and he shouted, "Get out of here, control your dragon!" "
"Yes!"
Rhaenyra woke up from a dream, looking down at people.
She realized what good she had done.
"Shh
Syracuse saw the rider in the back of his eyes, and the bloodstained dragon kiss approached, like a bear child begging for praise.
"Fly!"
Rhaenyra felt guilty and shouted, "Fly, Syracles!" "
Syracuse tilted his head in confusion, and a pair of fleshy wings fanned out to set off a violent wind, and his hind limbs kicked off in place.
"It's not good, run away!"
"Catch the silver-haired boy, let's take the hostage ..."
The spearmen were blown away by the wind and couldn't open their eyes, trying to save their lives.
"Good idea."
Aeon sneered and greeted him with two swords.
He's very angry right now.
There was a clinking sound, and more than a dozen people were flipped in the blink of an eye.
"Run, this kid is a monster."
"No, it's the Tin Man over there..."
The spearman was in a dilemma, gritting his teeth and choosing the side that seemed to be weak.
Immon was undaunted and was undefeated in the face of seven or eight sieges at the same time.
The twin swords rotated a cold lotus flower, dancing impermeable.
When!
Suddenly, a spear struck him from behind and stabbed him in the back.
Aemon swung his sword and shaved off a man's head, looking back at the attacker.
It was a thin boy with a sallow complexion, with blood stained on the skin, and had been lying on the ground and pretending to be dead.
Seeing the spear piercing the other party's body, his face was instantly ecstatic.
But when he poked forward, it seemed to be stuck on a stone, and there was no flesh and blood at all.
Eamon's eyes were surprised, and he said, "I'm afraid it hurts a little to stab someone in the waist." "
If there is no means to save his life, how dare people block the killing gods and prevent the killing gods.
didn't think about it, but it really gave him a surprise.
The thin boy stabbed again, but he still didn't make any progress, and raised his head in disbelief.
It just so happened that Aemon was looking at him.
The four looked at each other, and the fear in the former's eyes overflowed into their sockets.
"Sorry, sorry."
The thin boy wanted to cry without tears.
"It's okay, I forgive you."
Eamon smiled slightly, stabbed out with a sword in his joyful eyes, and said gently: "Pay attention in the next life." "
The blade shattered the heart, and the corpse fell with a thud.
"Run, run!"
"He's an immortal monster..."
This scene fell in the eyes of the spearman, no less than a thunderbolt on a sunny day, completely shattering the psychological defense.
Running wildly against the Valley Knights and Dragons, he didn't dare to look back.
"Hehe, that's all there is to it."
Eamon sneered, invisibly exuding the temperament of a king who pushes everything.
Unlike the benevolent royal way of Great Bo Viserys.
It's not Daddy Damon's evil spirit.
It's a majestic domineering.
Demonstrate a dignified and upright, and crush all the evil and evil under the general trend.
"Yoyo~~"
There was a deer cry from behind, and the white deer struggled to get up at some point.
"My big white, I feel sorry for me."
Aeon dropped his crude iron sword and approached to pull out the spear from the white deer's chest.
Fortunately, the spear used a stone spearhead, which pierced the fur and failed to penetrate the bone, causing skin trauma.
Bailu's body trembled, and a stream of blood gushed from his wound, and he lowered his head and rubbed his master hard.
The injury is not serious, and I want to carry the owner to travel.
"People are not as good as deer."
Aemon was moved, and secretly vowed: "I must exchange a talisman prop for Dabai." "
Such a good big white deer is reluctant to leave him.
"Shh
"Hiss ..."
Syracuse and the Grey Shadow soared, and the dragon flame pushed across the narrow path, defeating the Alpine Clan.
In just half an hour, the general trend has been decided.
"It's time to harvest the loot."
Aemon led the docile white deer and walked forward with corpses everywhere.
The Alpine Clan Alliance attacked, just in one go.
...
A quarter of an hour ago.
River valleys, alpine dragon's nests.
A bronze dragon lies in a cavern, its nostrils spewing hot air, its body like a furnace.
Swish!
The bronze dragon suddenly opened its vertical pupils, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.
Got up and shook his wings, and the rubble fell to the ground in a thin stream.
Just as he was about to crawl out of the cave, his huge body stopped in place.
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The bronze dragon subconsciously glanced at the south, and the bronze bright vertical pupils appeared suspicious, as if he was sure of something.
Half a sound, he lay down again.
The vertical pupils closed and continued to sleep.
...
Time flickered, half a month later.
Thousands of people, dressed in animal skins and with a string of hemp ropes tied to their feet, huddled together on a protruding stretch of shore on the shore of the long lake.
Directly across the coast is the valley town at the foot of the high mountains.
The terrain difference between the two sides is large, and when you look up, you can only see the verdant dome of the palace.
At this time, Riverdale is hosting a gala.
After the Midsummer Hall, the second main hall named "Evergreen Hall" was completed.
This Evergreen Hall is the bedroom of His Royal Highness the Prince.
According to the layout location of Valley City.
The dormitory is located on the inside of the palace and is arranged as the third main hall.
The palace wall of white bricks and yellow tiles was built around it, and a magnificent gate was built between the two palaces.
In front of and behind the gate is a large courtyard that resembles a football field, all with white marble floors.
With the bright colors of the red bricks and tiles of the main hall, the colors of the entire palace are distinct, solemn and not cold.
It has both the quaint atmosphere of the castle and the pleasant scenery of the garden buildings.
The end is a good place for self-cultivation.
In front of the Evergreen Hall.
Aemon sat on the white marble steps, condescendingly looking at a group of old and weak women and children dressed in animal skins.
Obviously, they are all Takayama clans.
"Call the chief of the tribe."
Aemon's Targaryen-esque hands were crossed, and his eyes were deep.
It's been half a month since the mountain and forest melee.
The three Alpine Clans of the Alliance were devastated, and all the survivors were captured and imprisoned in Riverdale City.
It's time for waste utilization.
"Yes, Prince."
Steve stepped forward and dragged out one old and one young.
On formal occasions, there are quite a few people in front of the hall.
Adrian and William were on the right side, and Gonthor led a team of Valley Knights in goal.
The housekeeper, Johannah, held a big fat cat with black hair and stripes in her arms, and stood at the door of the hall with Janseve who was assisting her.
The important people of the valley were almost all present.
Rhaenyra wasn't there.
She felt that she had no face to see people, so she hid in Raven Ridge and devoted herself to building roads.
Poof!
An old man and a young man knelt at the foot of the steps, looking like a pair of grandchildren.
Aemon looked at the old man with gray hair tied with bone ornaments, and said lightly: "You are the patriarch of the painting dog tribe?" "
"Yes, Venerable Dragon King."
The old man buried his head deep in his head and pressed his grandson's kowtow.
Aemon nodded secretly.
Those who know the times are Junjie.
"Venerable Dragon King, please also send down your will."
The old man trembled, really like a frightened old man.
Aemon said flatly: "Do you know how many people are left in the three tribes now? "
The old man's face was wrinkled together, and he said bitterly: "There are two big tribes and one medium tribe, counting the old and the young, there are less than six thousand. "
There are three tribes in ambush, namely the leading Painted Dog Division, the Burning Human Division, and the Black Ear Division, which is rich in spearmen.
The Scorching Department was the worst, and the melee was taken care of by Syracus, with only three or five hundred people left.
Almost wiped out.
Two thousand young men were captured, and more than 1,000 women and children were captured, but the patriarch escaped into the mountains and forests, leaving the tribe and running away.
The hearts of men are scattered.
More than half of the canine division suffered casualties, and there were only more than 1,000 soldiers left.
Fortunately, the old and the young hid well, and most of them survived.
Aemon nodded and went straight to the point: "You are the only patriarch left in the three tribes, swear allegiance to me, and give you a way out with a future." "
The three tribes are more than double the total population of the valley.
Reorganization and dispersal are one thing, and a leader is still required to surrender.
"Venerable Dragon King, we are willing to surrender."
The old man had no intention of resisting, and begged vigorously: "But please don't kill the old people and children in the dog painting department, they will work as hard as young and strong." "
According to the rules of the Takayama clan, if you are defeated, you will kill all the useless people.
"I am not a tyrant, and I will not kill anyone who bends his knees to me."
Aemon recognized the conqueror's hard and soft approach and put it into practice.
When the war is over, there is no need for more hatred.
On Westeros, cruelty is not celebrated.
"Thank you."
With tears in his eyes, the old man opened his mouth to bite off a little finger, and blood smeared on his forehead.
Then, rub it on your grandson's forehead.
Aemon frowned slightly and asked the key, "How many shapeshifters are there in your tribe?" "
"Five."
The old man did not dare to lie.
Aemon was surprised: "So many? "
The free people tribe outside the Great Wall did not have a single tribe that produced five shapeshifters.
The old man sighed, "The other three are dead, and only me and my grandson Aguduo are left. "
He was transformed into an old dog that couldn't run.
The grandson has a talent for shapeshifting and has not yet controlled the mountain dog.
Aemon thought to himself.
In the great tribe of 5,000 people, there were three shapeshifters who could be used.
One is the black-haired dog that was killed in the first place, causing the shapeshifter to die on the spot.
A mountain dog is eaten by the Gray Shadow, and the shapeshifter loses his mind.
The last one died in the chaos army, and I don't know how he died.
There are no ready-made shapeshifters available!
Aemon was a little disappointed, and said bluntly: "There will be no three tribes in the future, only the Black Stone Clan led by the Painting Dog Clan, and the Scorching Clan led by the Firesmith Clan. "
"You are familiar with the old blacksmith of the Firesmith Clan, and persuade the Alpine Clan of the captive camp to join the construction of Riverdale City."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The old man immediately changed his words
Aemon waved his hand and gave a guarantee: "As long as Riverdale is completed, you will all be promoted to the status of the lords, and you will not be inferior." "
Another red card, [Bronze Wall], can't wait to be released.