At the critical moment, Zhao Mai threw the hunter's blood spear without hesitation. The spear drew a perfect arc and pierced it on the giant's shoulder with a puff.

The ugly monster howled, and the giant wooden stick still fell down. But it slowed down, which gave Bolon a chance to rescue. The mercenary grabbed Rodlick's beard and chin and dragged it to the side. In addition, the jazz rolled with the flow, barely avoiding the vital points. However, one of his legs still failed to get rid of the bad luck. He twisted directly in the reverse direction under the heavy blow, and he was shattered.

"What kind of monster is this?" Zhao Mai was indeed shocked. It was not that this monster was so terrible, but that it should not appear here. According to the "plot" he knew, Caitlin and Tyrion were indeed attacked by mountain people along the way. This was the first time the little demon faced the battlefield. After experiencing the same tension, fear and difficult battle as others, he also tasted the same victory as normal people for the first time.

There will be someone who dies in this battle. Zhao Mai remembers that Jack is among them. Tyrion lost the last follower here, and after that, he can only rely on himself to get out of the predicament. At present, among the people fighting on the front line, only Bolon and Rodlick are still alive, and all the others are dead, and the losses are greater than expected. But this does not mean that a deformed giant should appear?!

Seeing that Zhao Mai was bare-handed and thought there was something to take, several mountain people rushed up howled. Zhao Mai whistled, allowing the reserved grain to rush out of the lurking. Now it stood up and could easily lick Zhao Mai's chest, and it only needed a light leap to bite the enemy's throat.

"Wolf! Be careful of the wolf!" Someone shouted. The movement of the reserved grain was faster than they had imagined. The movement of flashing left and right made people unable to react at all. Just one encounter, the reserved grain tore open the throats of the two people, and then quickly flew over the side to try to attack the enemy's back.

The group of people turned, and at least at that moment, their attention was completely attracted by the "wolf" who was traveling through the battlefield. Tyrion gritted his teeth, raised his axe, and chopped it from the bottom of the carriage to the feet of the enemy in front of him. Then, he waved his axe like he was chopping wood, and killed the enemy who was falling down with his feet.

"When you fall down, your height doesn't matter!" The lion of the Lannister family breathed rapidly, and his eyes focused on the enemy he was the first to defeat. A mountain man next to him reached out and tried to take away his axe. Caitlin Stark picked up the dagger that almost killed his son and poked it hard at the man's back. He picked it up one after another until he died.

"Thank you, Mrs. Stark." Tyrion leaned against Zhao Mai's carriage and tried hard to squeeze out a bitter smile. He suddenly widened his eyes: "Let's go down, ma'am!"

Instead of wasting time looking back, Caitlin immediately fell down and rolled to the side. Tyrion rushed up like a real knight charging on the battlefield.

What should I shout at this time - a strange thought still turned into Tyrion's mind. Sir Rodlick from the north would shout: "Long live Winterfell!" He had also seen someone shouting "Long live King!" and "Bless the warrior!" ("Soldier" is the name of a god believed in by the Seven Gods of Westeros) He also wanted to shout "Long live Kaiyan City!"

But he just couldn't call out the name of his family castle, which brought him only the father's eternal discrimination and his sister's hatred gaze. So in the end he only squeezed out a thin word: "Die!"

The mountain people had never fought such a short man, and Tyrion had never fought such a clumsy man. He was born a dwarf and could never become a powerful warrior. He tried it unwillingly and was educated miserably by reality. However, his brother, the only brother in the world who would protect him without complaints, had extraordinary talent and extraordinary persistence in swordsmanship. Tyrion liked to watch his brother practice swords, and often saw it for a day.

He fantasized that he was himself, tall and handsome, with excellent martial arts skills. This was a fantasy that he could not share. He pressed it in his heart and could not even say it when he was dreaming. His elder brother, James Lannister, was the eldest son, and should be the heir of the duke and the owner of Kai Rock City, which was irreplaceable.

However, now he needed that kind of fantasy. He imitated James' movements, although it was just a clumsy imitation, but it gave him endless confidence! He waved the heavy axe blade hard, splitting the flesh and bones, as if he was chopping just rotten wood, even the sound of the crackling sound was very similar.

The mountain people finally retreated from Tyrion and Caitlin for a while, and they placed all their hopes on the deformed giant. The giant held the tree trunk in his right hand, bent his left arm, and pulled out the blood spear of the hunter stuck on his left shoulder.

A large piece of flesh and blood was cruelly taken down, and some of them were even hung on the tip of the spear. The wound was bleeding, but the giant seemed to feel no pain, and there was still a cruel smile on his face. He raised the spear high and threw it back at Zhao Mai.

This was exactly what Zhao Mai thought. He had already established communication with his supernatural powers and weapons. Zhao Mai only needed to issue an order. The hunter's blood spear shone with a faint blue light, responded to his order, turned around in the direction towards Zhao Mai's chest, and stopped steadily in his hand.

The giant finally felt that he was being fooled, his expression became very ferocious, and his face swelled up with force! He waved the tree trunk and smashed it hard on the ground twice, and then began to rush into a burst of smoke and dust.

Zhao Mai raised his spear and prepared to use the same trick again, using his mind to control objects to affect its balance and then take the opportunity to attack. As a result, the wandering warrior Savre rushed up first. He rolled on the ground, and the slightly bent long sword flashed a crescent-shaped cold light, which passed through the giant's ankle.

When running at high speed, I am most afraid of foot injuries, not to mention being directly cut off both legs. Savre's long sword combined with foot-cutting martial arts is quite useful when dealing with larger enemies. Zhao Mai even feels that this long sword is designed to cut off horse legs.

The deformed giant fell down with a bang and fell directly to bite the dog. Safir used his roll to stop the momentum of rushing forward, and then rolled backward. The giant was about to support him with his arms, but the long sword stabbed him through his ear.

Nothing survived with such fatal injuries. The mountain people no longer had the fighting spirit, turned around and ran away, leaving behind dying horses and wounded companions everywhere. Most of those people were Safir's "works", and many of them rolled on the ground with their injured legs, constantly screaming and screaming.
Chapter completed!