A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Arya buried her face in the water, feeling the coolness of the water.

She raised her head, but her eyes couldn't help but look at the figure on the slope looking north.

teacher……

Alia watched Lin Yi's back silently, and didn't choose to walk over as usual.

You Lun walked behind Lin Yi with the wine jug, and said in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Let's go and see if there are any survivors."

Lin Yi turned around, his eyes were calm, he couldn't see the expression under the mask clearly, but Yu Lun, who had been with him for a long time, knew that this guy was in a bad mood.

It seemed that they felt the inexplicable atmosphere that enveloped the team. This morning, the team moved most swiftly in recent days, and even accelerated their pace when they were on the road.

After walking for about an hour, the convoy arrived in the small town.

This little noble property that Yoren said was nothing but a piece of scorched earth.

There is a surrounding fence around the fields, but this has proven to be of little use.

The farmland with a radius of several miles has long been a piece of red land. All the crops have been taken away, and what is left is only burnt ashes. The charred livestock and human corpses are scattered all over this shocking land.

Even now, one can still see puffs of thick smoke coming out of the town and drifting into the sky.

Before approaching the town, Yoren stopped the convoy, and then ordered a few more reliable adults and children to stay in the convoy, and took a few people in to investigate.

But Lin Yi didn't obey You Lun's order, he didn't stop at all, holding the rein with his strong right arm, urging the horse under his crotch to run towards the town.

When he really got close to the town, Lin Yi discovered that there were charred corpses stuck on the sharpened wooden stakes in the town.

The color of the corpse and the scorched wooden stake under it seemed to be one, the face had already been blurred, and the figure was also extremely distorted.

Even though one night had passed, Lin Yi could still feel the pain and despair of being slaughtered.

war...

Lin Yi looked at all this calmly.

When Lin Yi walked into the town, a cloud of black crows flew up inside the wooden walls of the town. They croaked and flew layer upon layer from the charred and rotting corpses like black blankets. Fly.

【A Feast for Crows】

This is the first time Lin Yi has truly realized the meaning of this subtitle.

唰

A flash of sword light flashed, and those crows who dared to provoke Lin Yi, who did not hide or dodge, suddenly fell in large groups, black feathers fluttered all over the sky, and the smell of blood stimulated the crows in the town to quack strangely.

Lin Yi remained unmoved, shook the Tang sword in his hand, and rode forward along the road. The sudden sharp sword intent aroused a larger group of crows.

But this time, none of the crows dared to approach Lin Yi. In the blink of an eye, there were no crows within 20 meters of Lin Yi.

You Lun led the two of them through the dilapidated gate, followed Lin Yi, and walked into the town.

The houses in the town were dilapidated, whether wood or stone were burnt, leaving only a piece of scorched and broken walls.

This is a hell full of fire and killing.

You Lun was a little silent. Although he also had some fluctuations in his heart, he was far inferior to Lin Yi.

Yoren understands that war is always accompanied by massacre and rape, whether it is Lannister or the army of the North.

After all, Lin Yi came from an era of peaceful (nuclear) peace. The deterrence of high-end force has shifted wars to areas where there is no gunpowder smoke. All armed forces and arms races are nothing but deterrence.

Even if some weak and small countries become chessboards for the game of great powers, Lin Yi always only reads relevant news from the Internet, and has no real sense of it.

Therefore, the shocking tragedy in front of him had an incomparable impact on Lin Yi's heart.

Before, he was like a traveler who came to this world by accident, admiring the scenery of a foreign land without hesitation, watching the vicissitudes of this era with a casual attitude, and intervening in the fate of the aborigines at will.

Seemingly gentle and humble, but in fact extremely arrogant.

Even taking Arya as a disciple is more impulsive than thoughtful.

But at this moment, looking at the tragic situation in front of him, the thoughts in Lin Yi's mind gradually changed.

He suddenly wanted to do something he wanted to do...

Lin Yi tugged at the reins and urged the horse under his crotch to turn around.

"Yuren."

Lin Yi looked at You Lun calmly.

"Take someone to search the town to see if there are any living people. If not, you can find something that can be used. Axes and sickles are always indestructible."

"Understood." Yoren nodded, "I'll let them search separately."

"There is also a pier, which is close to God's Eye Lake, and there may be remnants of boats that can cross God's Eye Lake."

Lin Yi continued.

But You Lun didn't reply this time, he frowned, looked at Lin Yi, and asked seriously.

"What about you... what are you going to do?"

Lin Yi glanced at him, then kicked his horse and passed Yoren.

"Do what I have to do."

Chapter 27 The Red-Handed Demon

On the spacious King's Road, a group of knights surrounded a tall maroon horse.

Tyrion sat on his special saddle, frowned at the fleeing travelers around him, and turned his head to look at the Lannister soldiers in red robes beside him.

"Witt, how long do you have to go?"

"My lord, if you go at full speed, it will take about three days. If it is still like the previous two days, it may take a week..."

Witte lowered his head slightly, implying that Tyrion was moving too slowly.

"yes……"

How could Tyrion fail to understand the meaning of Witt's words, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he said clearly.

"Let's go for seven days..."

"..."

The corner of Witt's eyes twitched, but he still bowed his head respectfully, and urged the horses to both sides of the team, driving away the approaching people.

Seeing Werther deflated, Bronn sneered a little, urged his horse to lean up, and asked Tyrion.

"Although I like your Lannister's majesty on the road, I still don't understand why you walk so slowly?"

"Hehe, of course it's for two more days of prestige..."

Hearing Bronn's words, Tyrion laughed strangely twice, "..." Bronn's expression was disbelief, his eyes wandered around seemingly casually, but he was extremely vigilant.

"Of course, this is only one aspect of the reason."

Tyrion smiled nonchalantly, then lowered his voice.

"Cersei has gone crazy recently, arresting strangers in King's Landing regardless of black and white, catching one and killing the other, tsk tsk, this lunatic is now angry, I don't want to go back to King's Landing so early to touch her brow."

Bronn nodded, and that seemed like a reason.

Seeing that Bronn seemed to believe this reason, Tyrion was smiling, but his eyes were full of sadness.

In fact, he is not afraid of Cersei at all, and this time he returns to King's Landing to seize power in Cersei's hands. The reason why he delays his journey is only for the sake of the travelers around him.

Robbery, rape, killing, with Lannister's lion banner here, none of this will happen, and they can reach King's Landing more safely.

No one dared to be more majestic than Lannister on the king's road, otherwise Lannister would show them what true majesty is...

But this reason will not be believed.

No one would believe that a dwarf as ugly as a devil would have an angel in his heart, just like no one would believe that a bandit would be called Zhang Muzhi, they thought the bandit should be called Zhang Mazi.

"Oh, right."

Tyrion seemed to suddenly remember something, and whispered to Bronn.

"There is news from King's Landing that the wizard who killed my nephew has escaped from King's Landing. If you accidentally run into that wizard..."

"Take you away as soon as possible, I understand."

Bronn's tone was loose.

"Seriously, don't you really want to resist? If you pay enough, maybe I'd like to challenge that wizard for you."

"what……"

Tyrion sneered.

"Hopefully, when the time comes, you'll think so, too."

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Suddenly, there was a shout of travelers from behind the team, followed by the sound of hurried hooves.

The sound of hooves startled the team, Tyrion frowning and stopped, Lannister soldiers and hired riders drew their swords and turned their horses.

In his eyes, a knight in a black robe and a black mask, with only one pair of eyes exposed, galloped on the king's highway.

Tyrion sighed and waved his right hand with the lion's head ring.

"Witt, teach him the rules of the King's Road."

Witt nodded, took out a crossbow from the box next to the horse, loaded it with bolts, aimed at the knight, and pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh-"

The stone arrow pierced through the air and shot towards the knight.

Following the tail feathers of the stone arrow, Tyrion sighed in his heart. He didn't like taking a person's life casually like this, but he was a Lannister after all.

Whether it's for the surname or the rules on the King's Road, Tyrion has reason to teach this galloping guy a lesson.

In the eyes of Tyrion and the travelers around him, the rider was undoubtedly a dead man.

Witt's aim was very good, and the stone arrow shot towards the rider's chest with incomparable precision, as if it could penetrate his heart in the next second.

At this moment, a hand appeared in everyone's field of vision as if out of nothing, biting the shaft of the stone arrow like an indestructible iron tongs.

The black-robed knight raised his head, his dark eyes were full of chilling indifference, his left hand under the black robe tightly grasped the reins of the war horse, and his right hand grasping the stone arrow moved forward vigorously.

"call out--"

A whistling sound was sharper than before, and a barbarian at the edge of the line suddenly raised his head, and when he lowered his head again, a stone arrow had already been deeply inserted into his forehead.

"Bam—"

The barbarian whose head had been pierced by the stone arrow fell off his horse as if he had lost his bones.

"what!"

Bronn and the surrounding Lannister soldiers turned pale with fright, and drew their steel swords one after another.

"Witt!"

Before Tyrion finished shouting, Witt had already loaded the stone arrow, and several Lannister soldiers around him also took out the crossbow.

Bronn leaned forward, sword in hand, and stood in front of Tyrion.

He didn't mean to slow down!

Looking at the knight who was still charging indifferently, Tyrion frowned.

Knowing that there are more than [-] people on my side and only one person on the other side, why do I still feel a little panic in my heart?

"Fire arrows!"

Witt yelled and pulled the trigger.

Five stone arrows shot towards the black-robed knight in a row.

The knight didn't panic at all, grabbed the black robe on his shoulder with his right hand, and shook forward suddenly. The black robe wrapped the five stone arrows, and an invisible force dissolved all the power on the five stone arrows.

With another shake, the stone arrows fell to the ground one after another.

Witt and the others wanted to keep filling and try to shoot another arrow, but the barbarians on both sides of the team had already raised their refined steel axes and rushed towards the rider screaming.