Sword and Magic and Taxi

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

The ugly monster howled, and the giant wooden stick still fell down. But it finally took a breather, giving Bronn a chance to rescue him. The mercenary grabbed Rodrik's beard and chin and dragged him to the side. With Jazz rolling along, he barely avoided the vital point. However, one of his legs still couldn't escape the bad luck. It was twisted in reverse under the heavy blow and looked like it was shattered.

What kind of monster is this? Zhao Mai was really shocked. It's not that this monster is scary, but it shouldn't be here. According to the plot he knew, Caitlin and Tyrion would indeed be attacked by mountain people along the way. This was the first time the little devil faced the battlefield. After experiencing the same tension, fear, and difficult battles as others, he also tasted the same feeling of victory as normal people for the first time.

Someone will die in this battle, and Zhao Mai remembers that Jack is among them. Tyrion lost the last of his followers here, and he had to rely on himself to get out of trouble. At present, it seems that among those fighting on the front line, only Bronn and Rodrik are still alive, and most of the others are dead. The losses are greater than expected. But doesn’t this mean there should be a deformed giant? !

Seeing that Zhao Mai was bare-handed, several mountain people thought they could take advantage of him, so they howled and rushed towards him. Zhao Mai whistled and let the food reserves rush out from hiding. It can now stand up and easily lick Zhao Mai's chest, and bite the enemy's throat with just one jump.

Wolf! Beware of the wolf! someone yelled. The food reserve movement was faster than they expected, and the movements of darting left and right were impossible for people to react to. With just one face-to-face meeting, the reserve tore open the throats of two people, and then quickly passed by the side, trying to attack the enemy's back.

The group of people turned around, and at least for that moment, their attention was completely attracted by the wolves traveling on the battlefield. Tyrion gritted his teeth, raised his ax, and chopped into the feet of the enemy in front of him from under the carriage. Then, like chopping wood, he swung the ax and chopped down the enemy who fell holding his feet to death.

Height doesn't matter when you fall! The Lannister lion breathed rapidly, his eyes focused on the first enemy he defeated. A mountain man next to him reached over and tried to take away his axe. Catelyn Stark picked up the dagger that almost killed her son and stabbed the man in the back. One after another until he died.

Thank you, Mrs. Stark. Tyrion leaned on Zhao Mai's carriage and tried his best to smile. His eyes suddenly widened: Get down, madam!

Caitlin didn't waste time looking back, but immediately dropped to her stomach and rolled sideways. Tyrion charged forward, like a true knight charging on the battlefield.

What should I shout at this time? Strange thoughts were still running through Tyrion's mind. Ser Rodrik in the North would shout: Long live Winterfell! He has also seen people shouting Long live the King! name of the god) he also wanted to shout Long live Casterly Rock!

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

The mountain folk had never fought anyone so short, and Tyrion had never fought anyone so clumsy. He was born a dwarf and could never become a powerful warrior. He tried unwillingly and was taught miserably by reality. However, his brother, the only brother in the world who would protect him without complaint, had extraordinary talent and extraordinary persistence in swordsmanship. Tyrion likes to watch his brother practice sword practice, and he often spends the whole day watching.

He imagined that it was himself, tall, handsome, and excellent in martial arts. It was a fantasy that couldn't be shared, he kept it bottled up in his heart and couldn't even talk about it in his dreams. His brother Jaime Lannister is the eldest son and should be the heir to the Duke and the owner of Casterly Rock. That cannot be replaced.

Now, though, he needed that fantasy. He imitated James' movements, even though it was just a poor imitation, it gave him endless confidence! He swung the heavy ax blade vigorously, splitting flesh and bones, as if he was just splitting rotten wood, and even the cracking sound was similar.

The mountain folk finally retreated from Tyrion and Catelyn for the time being, pinning 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 hunter's blood spear inserted in his left shoulder.

A large piece of flesh and blood was brutally taken away, and part of it was even hanging on the tip of the spear. The wound was bleeding profusely, but the giant seemed to feel no pain and still had a cruel smile on his face. He raised his spear high and threw it back at Zhao Mai hard.

This plays into Zhao Mai's plan. Communication has been established with psychic powers and weapons, Zhao Mai only needs to give orders. The hunter's blood spear shone with a faint blue light, responded to his order, turned from the direction towards Zhao Mai's chest, and stopped steadily in his hand.

The giant finally felt that he had been tricked, his expression became very ferocious, and the flesh on his face bulged with force! He swung the tree trunk, hit the ground hard twice, and began to rush forward in a puff of smoke.

Zhao Mai picked up the spear, preparing to repeat his old trick, using mind control objects to affect its balance and then take the opportunity to attack. As a result, the wandering warrior Savre rushed forward first. He rolled on the ground, and the slightly curved long knife flashed a crescent-shaped cold light, slashing across the giant's ankle.

When running at high speed, you are most afraid of hurting your feet, let alone having your legs cut off directly. Saful's long sword combined with the kick-cutting martial arts is very useful when dealing with larger enemies. Zhao Mai even had a feeling that this long knife was designed to cut off the horse's legs.

The deformed giant suddenly fell down and fell to the ground. Safire stopped his forward momentum with a roll, and then rolled back. Just as the giant was about to get up with his arms, the long knife pierced his ear.

Nothing could survive such a mortal wound. The mountain people no longer had the fighting spirit, turned around and ran away, leaving behind dying horses and injured companions everywhere. Most of those people were Safir's creations, and many of them were rolling on the ground holding their injured legs, screaming and moaning constantly.

Is it over? Zhao Mai realized that he hadn't fought enough, and before he had time to use powerful skills such as transformation to enjoy himself, all the enemies ran away like this?