Traveling through Game of Thrones with the LOL system

The Dothraki who were arranging the forage saw the strangeness here, and a rider who didn't look like a horseman rushed over without authorization.

A few centaur got on their horses and picked up their weapons from the pole outside the camp. A young centaur took out an arrow from the pot on his back and put it on the bowstring. Reckless people pay a price.

He glanced at the banners made of animal tails on the top of the Dothraki tent, observed the direction of the wind, and slowly adjusted his bow. At this moment, a centaur pressed down his bow, and then the man picked up the rope and turned on his horse , the horse under the crotch rushed forward knowingly under the proper strength of the master's legs, and gradually caught up with the several horsemen who had already rushed up, and the rope danced in his hands.

The shouts of the horsemen and the sound of the hooves of the horses intertwined, and finally the savage's horse rope came out of his hands. Auriel, who had just stabilized his figure from the horse's back, felt something strange on his shoulders, and was dragged off the horse before he could react. He fell heavily on the ground, kicking up a lot of grass clippings and mud. Auriel felt his chest was heavy. Even though the horsemen tried their best to pull the reins to stop the horsemen from charging, Auriel was still in pain in the quilt He was dragged for several meters.

The faces of the horsemen were full of playful smiles, and they rode their horses around the mourning Auriel on the ground. Several horsemen raised their arakhs and cheered, blowing whistles, heralding victory in the direction of the camp.

This hunt was easy for Ake. It was far easier to capture this two-legged animal than to tame a steed. He enjoyed the admiring eyes of the tribal warriors. As time passed, the horsemen celebrated and cheered As the tide of the tide dipped, Auriel's wailing became a bit harsh. Accra pulled the rope, ready to make the new slave stand upright. After all, only healthy people are useful to them, and weak ones can only turn into bloodthirsty slaves. A number in a career is not even as important as the dreadlocks behind him.

"Shut your mouth!" (Dothraki) said a centaur whipped Auriel on the body. Although Auriel didn't understand the centaur's language, he knew it was not from the centaur's tone. What kind words.

Then Ake tugged on the rope again. Auriel calmed down a little when he saw a group of centaurs with fierce faces around him. The abnormality in the mouth, whether it was bleeding or tasted a lot of weeds, no matter what, Auriel was going to curse first.

Auriel spit out a mouthful and was about to prepare when he saw Green coming over from a distance. The horsemen followed Auriel's gaze and noticed behind him one after another. The horsemen turned their horses' heads to look at the figure that was getting closer.

"Thank you for helping me catch the escaped slave." The distant figure spoke in Dothraki.

The horsemen looked at each other in dismay, waiting for the figure to approach.

Green walked towards the horse man without hesitation, walked through the horses to the horse that Oriel was riding just now, got on the horse, and then moved towards Ake to ask for the rope.

When a centaur saw this, he slapped his horse and was about to block the way. The surrounding centaurs were moved when they heard the sound, "How do you prove that he is your slave." A centaur said.

"His cuff still hides the golden dragon he stole just now. I can tell you the number." Green replied lightly.

Ake violently pulled Auriel to his side, then put his hand into Auriel's sleeve and fumbled for a while. After a while, several golden dragons appeared in Ake's hands, just like what the stranger said.

Green took advantage of the situation and made a natural expression, begging for the centaur.

Seeing that the clothes Green was wearing were not Dothraki, a centaur turned his head quickly. The centaur has never shown mercy to his own race, let alone this foreigner, why should he obey general principles? Big fists have always been the reason. Today, he must know the survival rules of the centaur. This is not another slave sent to the door. If the nobles of a certain city-state can get a ransom, I want to understand these centaurs Take advantage of the situation and fight.

The centaur waved the arakh machete in his hand, and Auriel applauded secretly when he saw this. This is the price for putting himself in danger. When Green communicated with the centaur proficiently in Dothraki, Auriel was heartbroken At the bottom of the valley, I thought it was true that Dragonstone and the Dothraki had long been connected and sold the wildlings to the Dothraki, but now it seems that this is definitely not the case.

But things didn't happen in the direction Auriel expected. Following the centaur's head-on slash and being dodged sideways, the centaur suddenly yelled and fell off the horse's back. down.

Seeing the approacher, the horsemen around showed their malice, and they clapped their horses and went forward to fight.The horseman lined up and charged skillfully from both sides, wanting to use the momentum of the horse to increase the power of the slash.

"Da~da~da~"

As the horses approached, more than a dozen centaurs joined Green with the sound of scimitar strikes. The sourness in the tiger's mouth made the horsemen start to re-examine this seemingly weak opponent. Issued the order to carry out the second charge.

The centaur seemed not so lucky this time. When the weapons interacted, the centaur obviously felt that the opponent's skill was more proficient, and the scimitar in his hand was also curled in the impact, and two or three centaur were knocked off the horse. The back fell off.

This time, before the horsemen could turn their horses around, Green took the lead in chasing him with his sword. Uncontrolled horses were mixed in with the horseman's team, causing the horsemen to be a little confused, and they hurriedly turned around to prepare for the fight.

Losing the momentum of the horses, more centaurs were knocked down this time, and among them were the centaurs whose weapons were broken and bleeding gashed by the swordmen.

Seeing this, Ake, the leader, rode close to the fallen centaur, took the scimitar from his hand, and began to charge again. The pride of the Dothraki in his heart did not want him to engage in a sneak attack. He shouted loudly to attract people's attention.

Ake grasped the reins tightly, and slowly bowed his body on the horse's back. After several rounds of observation, he knew that it would be absolutely difficult to win by opening and closing duels. He could block dozens of horsemen taking turns on horseback The siege, martial arts has been comparable to the Kayo of the big tribes on the grassland.

Ten meters!Seven meters!Four meters!

Ake carefully paid attention to the distance, and at the moment of handing over the horse, Ake suddenly hung sideways on the horse's belly, and then the arakh machete in his hand slashed towards Green's abdomen fiercely.

"bump!"

Ake grasped the rein tightly and adjusted his body to sit back on the horse again, scanning the blade, which should be covered with blood.

Green felt the squeezing pain from his waist and abdomen. Although the resurrection armor on his body was not broken, the force brought by the weapon still hit his waist firmly.

Things didn't go as Ake expected, the machete still had the gap cut by the horsemen before, and Ake turned the horse's head.

The damned foreigner is cowardly hiding under the iron armor. If he didn't have the armor, he might already be able to see his intestines by now.

Ake called the horses under his feet to gallop towards the camp, and then shouted loudly for the people to bring the bow and arrow. Ake took the bow from the people, and then drew out a few arrows from the pot to the direction of the battle. run over.

What does it matter if the armor is all over the body, Ake aimed his bow at Green's face.