Traveling through Game of Thrones with the LOL system

"Swoosh~swoosh~swoosh."

Three arrows came one after another.

At this moment, there were not many centaurs left beside Green, and most of them had been overturned and lying on the ground.

The previous defeat made Green's concentration more focused. The long-term life of the horsemen who plundered made them far more powerful than ordinary people, but being hit in the ribs just now proved that the horsemen still have relatively outstanding skills.

Green crossed his sword to the front door to block the first arrow, and then chopped off the other two arrows.

Seeing that the shot was miscalculated, Ake took out two more arrows and put them on the string at the same time. As the horse ran, Ake searched for balance and the best time to shoot.

Just now, Ake was thinking that the next two sharp arrows would come out of the string, and the leading arrow was cut off again as expected. Suddenly, Ake smiled, and Green's horse immediately went limp.

Another arrow shot into the horse's head, and the horse collapsed on the ground and moaned in a low voice. Blood poured down its cheeks, soaking most of the horse's mane in a short while, and the horse lost its movement after a few seconds.

The haze of tension was swept away, and Ake bowed his back to look at it, and suddenly there was a "bang", and the horse under his crotch howled and then fell to the ground.

Ake endured the pain and pulled his leg out from the place that was pressed by the horse, and then followed the direction of the blood flow to find the place where the horse was injured. There was only a hole there that was still bubbling with blood, and there was no arrow.

Ake picked up the scimitar from the ground and looked around the front, when a sword was already on his neck.

"Shoot at me, this should be the stupidest decision you've ever made." A voice came from behind Ake, and now he could only accept his fate quietly. Although it was his subordinates who did it, Ake didn't think it was a big deal No, after all, that's the way the centaur handles things. What the centaur wants, he either offers it with both hands, or the centaur takes his head together. There is absolutely no possibility of returning it. That is the rule in those city-states. It doesn't work.

"Now I not only need to take away my slave, but you also need to compensate me with a horse." Seeing the horseman under the knife, Green said silently. Ake saw that the other party did not intend to wipe off his neck, and then Ake mentioned The scimitar cut off the braids behind him, then dropped the scimitar, and offered the braids with both hands. There were many silver and copper bells on it, which jingled when Ake knelt down on one knee. This is the custom of the centaur. The losers cut their hair, and the victors tied bells of different textures on their braids depending on the size of the victory.

Green picked up the braids in Ake's hand with his sword. This was the first person to look at a centaur at close range. His naked tawny body was covered with some scars and black paintings, which were their medals and beliefs.

The horsemen accept all this silently, Ak is the best Kou of their khals (tribe), since their khal died in the struggle between others and other tribes, this is why they are close to the Lorne River and far away from the Dothraki Sea , In such a tribe of 5000 people, the card LS that can only take out [-] fighters can only be annexed by others, let alone revenge.

Seeing that the braids in his hand were taken away, Ake got up from the ground and then waved towards the tribe. At this time, some horse people came out from the tribe, most of them were elderly women. Herbs began to treat the centaur lying on the ground. A centaur child led a new horse under Ake's signal. Ake took the reins and handed it to Green.

An old horse man looked at the injured horse on the ground, checked the condition of the horse, then took out a dagger from his waist and plunged it into the throat of a horse. Years of experience on the grassland told him that the horse had already died. If a leg is broken, even if it recovers, it is still a lame horse. For this tribe, its final value is to become meat.

When the horse lost its breath, the old man beckoned to the woman next to him to start breaking down the meat, and then walked to the next horse. At this time, a woman in charge of treating the horse spread her hand towards Ake, and Ake nodded. A strong horse The man took out an ax from behind and slowly walked towards the centaur who was still vomiting blood on the ground.

The woman on the side got up and stepped aside, the centaur raised the big ax in his hand high, and the centaur who was dying on the ground closed his eyes calmly.

When the ax was about to fall, Green yelled to stop it.

The centaurs looked at the source of the voice in surprise. Could it be that this foreigner was not going to easily let these centaurs do the work, and wanted to watch them bleed to death.

It was a centaur with an abdominal injury. He was unlucky and had a bloody cut in his abdomen by Green. You could see the blood mixed with some intestines overflowing, and he was still spitting blood bubbles slowly in his mouth. Unlike the other wounded centaurs, he had no strength to howl, as if the Stranger could kill him with a single breath.

"That's the "Jakalang" of our tribe, responsible for cutting off the heads of the dead and wounded of the enemy after the battle, and also sending the incurable warriors of his tribe back to the horse god." Ake explained to Green.

Green sheathed his sword and walked towards the injured centaur. A green halo gathered behind Green and flowed down his hands to the centaur on the ground. The halo began to rise around the centaur and completely enveloped him. , and then slowly converge towards the wound on the horseman's abdomen like a stream of water.

"He is still strong, he just needs to rest for a few days, and he can still fight on horseback." With Green's words, the halo began to slowly dissipate.

The female doctor beside him stared blankly at the slowly joining tissues of the centaur's abdomen. This was much better than the effect of her own herbs and spells. Besides, the centaur only had one breath just now, so even if he healed it, it would be a waste of herbs.

"Where are you from?" the half-kneeling old woman asked softly.

"If you mean recent, I think I'm from Braavos."

"No! I mean the god you believe in. This kind of ability can only be blessed by the gods to his devout believers."

"This is blood magic! He's a wizard!" Another woman next to him interrupted the consultation.

"That's enough! That's not blood magic. He didn't sacrifice anything. The bright green one is like the grass on the Dothraki Sea in the morning." The woman sternly reprimanded.

"I thought I was dead!" The centaur lying on the ground gently stroked his stomach, which still had a lot of blood scabs.

"Cough~cough." The centaur coughed up some blood foam from his mouth, "It looks much better now."