Game of Thrones: I'm flying a dragon on your face, how do you respond?

"Sir, what should we do?" Allen's companions asked. They planned to let Allen fight first. It would be best if he could defeat the young knight. If he couldn't, everyone would rush forward.

Chivalry? Haha, who would tell you about chivalry on the battlefield? Even if someone asked, they could just say that they taught the newcomers how to survive on the battlefield.

Focus on flexible application.

Originally thought that young people were good at face, but who knew that the other party didn't play by the rules!

"It seems that our real knight is a worthless guy who only dares to hide beside women and children and pretend..." Allen was stunned for a moment and said with sarcasm.

"That's it! That's it" Allen's companions also took the opportunity to make a noise, "Knight without balls! This nickname is really good! Especially suitable for the summer knight of the little white face!"

"Huh! Boring..." Prell snorted coldly, his feet did not stop, and he directly bumped into a knight who was blocking the road, secretly performing the method of Overlord Unarmoring, knocking him out.

"Fuck! Brothers, do it!" The knight was knocked several meters away, and in pain, he shouted repeatedly.

Everyone drew their swords and put down their visors, and surrounded Prill, but unexpectedly, Prill ran out from the gap between the crowd in a few steps.

A group of heavily armored knights were still pushing and shoving, and the people inside shouted that they were their own people, so don't stab them with knives. Because the people outside couldn't see the situation, they only thought it was a verbal conspiracy by the young knights, and instead took out their clubs and hammers!

Sir Prill watched them in a mess leisurely. This is the disadvantage of heavy armor. Many people's helmets and visors have only a small gap. Once the enemy is out of sight, the heavily armored knights will be a little confused.

"Haha...hahaha!" Joffrey happened to pass by and laughed when he saw their ugly appearance. These idiots are even more stupid than his father's jester Moon Boy.

"Dog, if you were to go down, could you beat Master Prior?" Joffrey said to the scarred burly man beside him while laughing!

"The pretty boy is a good knight, hehe... a powerful and hypocritical knight, as dangerous as my damned brother..." Sandor Clegane looked at the man holding his elbows opposite with a sinister look, "But if the master needs it, the dog will take his head off for you!"

"Good dog! Go and try it!" Joffrey's green eyes flashed with eagerness to try. Who is a lowly mercenary showing a friendly look to?

These two days, I followed him to practice swordsmanship, and I really think I am a big shot? Among several masters, he is the one who hits people the hardest.

He complained to his father and mother, but when he took off his clothes, there was no sign of redness, swelling, or bruises; he called his younger brother Tommen to testify, after all, Tommen was also beaten, but the fat man said that Sir Prior hit him lightly, just like a massage, and he didn't use any force at all!

Joffrey, who had reported the matter, was instantly considered to be a liar! He was beaten again!

When had I, the Great Joffrey, ever suffered such an injustice? He smiled on the surface, but in his heart he was always thinking about how to kill the pretty boy!

Didn't the opportunity come today? And someone happened to be a ladder for him. In a mess, does anyone care who stabbed him?

Even if they knew, would they dare to tell the truth and offend themselves, the heir to the Iron Throne?

It was also Prill who used his hidden strength here. He didn't really think that he would teach the little lions of Lannister swordsmanship with his heart, right? For Joffrey, he was even more picky. He would beat him up whenever he found an opportunity, especially when he hit him in a place that was particularly painful but would not leave scars. The strength penetrated the skin and reached the muscles directly. There was no problem on the outside. This feeling was really good!

The Hound took a big step and drew the sword from his waist.

Prill saw that he was murderous and didn't look like he was going to teach him a lesson.

Sandor Clegane! He grinned, he was a good dog, but even if he didn't listen to his master later, he deserved to be beaten to death.

It is said that this old guy is very afraid of fire, but I don't know if it is true. It's a pity that he didn't bring Spring Thunder with him, otherwise he would have painted a layer of Spring Thunder on his sword and learned the trick of using a flaming sword from the red monk Thoros of Myr, which would have been a perfect special effect!

His expression remained unchanged, still smiling, as if the arrival of the hound did not arouse his vigilance.

When the hound took a big step to a foot in front of him and made a savage charge, he suddenly drew the sword from his waist!

Everyone felt a flash of sword light, and then heard the hound's shrill cry. Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, only to see the hound covering his arm and crying in pain.

A trace of blood flowed out from the gap in the armor. It was in an instant that Prell pierced the armor at the hound's arm joint with the tip of the sword!

Prell made a sword flower, shook off the blood on the sword, wiped the sword with a pure white handkerchief, and put it back into the sheath in a chic manner, highlighting an elegant demeanor!

This is more than pretending, I give it full marks! Jaehaerys commented on himself in his heart.

In fact, it is easy to say, but it is not simple at all. Extreme explosive power, eyesight, and control are all indispensable.

The steel sword in his hand is just a standard weapon for the gold robes. It is not as good as the good weapon tailored by the weapon master, and it is not as good as his original meteor sword.

The meteor sword was given to his wife Renis before leaving. After all, a good weapon can give the user a certain combat power bonus.

The armor on the hound is considered to be excellent, and there are thin steel plates at the joints for protection. If you want to pierce it with an ordinary sword, you must find a gap so as not to break the sword.

The Hound's right hand holding the sword has drooped down. Prell cut the tendon at the joint with one blow. If nothing unexpected happens, this person can recover in half a year, which is considered a gifted person.

It is more likely that even if the external injury is recovered, the strength of this hand will not be as good as before.

"Oh, Mr. Hound, you are really careless. Why did you hit my sword?" Sir Prell's understated tone was as usual, and the words he said made everyone's heart tighten. Is it true?

The Hound read a hint of danger from his indifferent eyes. Since it can pierce the joint armor, it can certainly pierce the throat without the throat armor.

"Good dog! Come back!" Joffrey's voice sounded in time, giving the Hound a step down. He wanted to say a few harsh words, but it seemed that he could not threaten anything.

He could only quickly pick up the sword that fell on the ground and put it into the scabbard with his awkward left hand.

Seeing this, the others understood that this Prior was truly a hidden talent. Even His Royal Highness's dog was injured by him with just one move. Even if they rushed forward together, were they prepared to pay the price of a few lives to stand up for Alan Santaga?