In the quiet night after early morning, the round moon hung high in the night sky.
At the edge of Flea Bottom, a drunken man with a stained face and dark blue robe was staggering on the street.
The stench of alcohol on his body could be smelled from afar, and the golden robes who occasionally passed by on patrol would frown and stay away from him.
Two Flea Bottom poor people hiding in the darkness saw the drunken fat sheep out of sight of the golden robes, so they stepped forward, held him up and dragged him into the dark alley.
You know, for the poor people of Flea Bottom, his whole body is wealth, including this body that can make brown soup.
Surprisingly, a few minutes later, the drunkard staggered back to the street again. Maybe it was the two 'well-meaning' poor people who accidentally fell asleep!
When the drunkard staggered to a small house with the family emblem of "Gold Coins Drawn on a Square" engraved on the door, he immediately moved quickly and quickly ran to the back of the small house.
This drunkard was Robb, who was learning Varys's disguise, and this dilapidated two-story house was the residence of the royal law enforcer, Ilyn Payne.
There were doors and windows at the front and back of the hut. After Robb came to the back of the hut, he tried to push the doors and windows, and they were indeed closed tightly.
Also, it's on the edge of a flea nest. If you don't close the door and lock it properly at night, people may be gone in the morning.
He took out the dagger in his arms and began to pry up the dilapidated window eaves of the hut.
Click!
There was a soft sound, and Robb pried open the wooden bars of the worn window eaves. He held on to the loose window and listened carefully to the movement in the house.
After confirming that there was no sound in the house, Robb slowly raised the window, leaned forward and squeezed in.
Go rumble!
This hut was very dirty. Through the bright moonlight tonight, he could roughly see the food scraps, wine bottles, and garbage discarded everywhere in the house.
However, moonlight is not a lamp, and as soon as Robb regained his footing, he accidentally kicked a wine bottle.
There was a sound of rolling wine bottles, and his movements froze.
However, Ilyn Payne seemed to be sleeping very deeply, and Robb did not hear any movement in the house.
A few minutes later, he took action again. This time, he walked very carefully, avoiding various obstacles under his feet.
The room Robb entered should be Ilyn's kitchen. He came to the room directly in front of the first floor. Here were large and small sharpening stones, as well as many tools for maintaining weapons.
As the royal executioner, Yilin should often polish his execution weapons here.
Since there was no target on the first floor, Robb naturally reached for the upper floors with his dagger in hand.
Just as Robb walked carefully through the stairs and stepped on the second floor, a candle light lit up in the room on the right.
call!
Just as Robb was squinting to adapt to the sudden light, he heard the familiar sound of a giant sword being swung, and at the same time he saw a black shadow in his eyes, heading straight for his neck from the right.
But compared to the giant sword attack from the Demon Mountain during the day, the attack speed of this sword was not very fast, enough for him to lower his head and roll to the left to avoid it.
Whoosh!
After the giant sword lost its target, it easily cut a large gap in the wooden wall next to the stairs.
Robb rolled deftly and stood up. He found Yilin, who was almost bald and with sunken cheeks, holding the Stark sword "Ice", staring at him in surprise with his eyes wide open.
Yilin was very surprised. He was sleeping upstairs when he heard the movement downstairs and smelled the pungent smell of alcohol. He began to think that it was some poor man in Flea Bottom who was desperate for his life.
I thought that by lighting up the candlestick on the wall and taking advantage of the alternation of light and darkness, I could easily behead him with a sword, but who knew, the opponent could easily dodge the attack.
When he saw the other person's face that was not completely covered by stains, he roughly recognized that it was Robb Stark.
After all, when he followed King Robert to Winterfell, he had carefully observed the Young Wolf Lord and heard rumors along the way.
However, what surprised him was that everyone thought Robb was hiding at Mudgate and Fishermen's Square. But instead, he showed up at his home.
Since his tongue was pulled out by someone ordered by Aerys II, Yilin could not say anything more, so he directly let Han Bing, who was holding his hands tightly, speak for him.
Unlike Magic Mountain, who uses a two-handed giant sword with one hand, Yilin, as an ordinary person, of course has to use both hands to swing the ice.
His right hand was seen holding the cross guard on the hilt of the ice sword, and his left hand tightly grasped the round weight at the end of the hilt. Using both hands from back to front, he stretched the ice into a semicircle that was close to 180 degrees.
Bang!
The ice carried its own weight, coupled with the striking kinetic energy of Yilin's power, and hit Robb hard where he was just now.
The solid wood floor of the hut was cut into the ice made of Valyrian steel as easily as tofu. Robb had already backed away again.
Yilin, who has always used a two-handed sword as a weapon, seemed to have expected that this sword would not hit easily, and immediately took a step forward with his left foot. At the same time, the ice brought up many sawdust, lifting it from top to bottom with a step up.
Robb kicked his feet back, bent back and raised his head at the same time, dodging Yilin's sword tip with an upward step, and flipped back in the air to stabilize his body again.
However, Yilin, who had already started, stepped forward to lift, then stepped forward with his right foot again, and made another top-down slash.
His attack method is like Cheng Yaojin's three-blade axe.
It has only one purpose, and that is to kill people. It is simple, effective, and has no redundant actions.
Robb regretted it now. When he went upstairs, he was suddenly attacked from the right, so he subconsciously rolled to the left to avoid it.
If he had just rushed forward to the right and cut into Yilin's side at close range, he would not be forced into his attack rhythm at this moment.
The hut was not spacious, and when Robb moved back to avoid the slash again, he had already reached the corner.
Young Yilin was once the captain of Tywin's bodyguard. He used these three axes to help Tywin kill many enemies.
But after all, he was getting older. After wielding the Three Ice Swords with all his strength, the connection in the middle obviously slowed down.
Robb, who was already familiar with the rhythm of Yilin's attacks, seized this opportunity.
Before he could recharge his strength and use the giant sword, he threw the dagger in his hand towards him. At the same time, he kicked hard on the wall with his right foot. Like an arrow from a string, he quickly approached Yilin.
.
clang!
By the flickering candlelight, Yilin saw when Robb threw the dagger in his hand, he directly raised his sword to block it in front of him, and directly flicked the dagger away.
But what Robb wanted was to interrupt his continuous attack rhythm so that he could find opportunities to get close.
When he moved away from the ice and prepared to attack again, Robb was already in front of him.
Boo!
clang!
Robb's right fist hit Ilin's sword-holding right hand. The huge force directly hit Ilin's right hand numb, and the ice fell to the ground.
Robb, who had gained the upper hand, hit the stunned Yilin with a left hook on the right side of his face. He was hit on the spot, with blood and old teeth spurting from his mouth, and he fell backwards on his back.
Robb didn't stop there. He directly stepped over and sat on top of Yilin, punching left and right continuously.
One punch, two punches, three punches...
Tom, tom, tom!
There was a continuous muffled sound in the hut. When Robb suppressed the desire in his heart to continue punching, Ilin on the ground was no longer human.
His head was beaten like a somewhat shriveled oval blood ball,
One eye was blown out by a hammer, the bridge of the nose was collapsed, and the jaw was so opened that it could not be closed.
Phew! Phew!
There was no red mist rising, and when he heard his weak breathing, Robb knew that Erin was not dead yet.
His remaining eye was still staring at Robb sideways, showing complex emotions such as begging, begging for mercy, and confusion.
Maybe, he really didn't know how to offend Robb.
Although the ice was temporarily stored with Ed Stark because he was captured, this should not lead to a fatal disaster!
Robb stood up slowly, looked at Yilin condescendingly, and said softly: "I'm sorry, you are on my sister's list!"
Bang!
Lift your foot and step on it, red mist rises into the sky.