The battle ax of the Tyroshi Guards has two ax blades, front and back. It can kill the enemy by chopping and lifting. The tall and strong Baron lifted the battle ax dragged on the ground from bottom to top.
The man, who was still talking to himself in his net bag, felt a chill in his lower body before he could finish his sentence. Looking down, he saw that his lower body had been cut in half, and a huge two-handed ax blade was stuck in his chest. With Balon's strength, he can cut a person in half with one axe. The reason why it is stuck in his chest is because the man is standing at a high place, and Balon is holding the ax with his hands stretched out just to this length.
"Come down!"
The battle ax retracted, and the man was dragged with blood and scattered in a half circle in the air, and landed at Baron's feet with a snap. At this time, Baron, who was covered in blood, was still cursing:
"A scum like you actually has a wife and children! I'm a knight from Fire Island and I'm still single!"
The man's torso was broken open from bottom to top, and the ax blade was stuck in his lungs. He glared at Baron angrily and wanted to say something, and only a mouthful of blood spurted out from the opening.
Bang! The tomahawk struck down, the ax blade landed heavily on the stone pavement, splashing out a few sparks, and one of the man's left ears was chopped off.
Balon picked up his left ear and inserted it into the antlers of his helmet. The man was certain to die, and Balon wanted him to enjoy his slow death.
Then he picked up the long sword on the ground. He held a two-handed battle ax in his right hand and a long sword in his left hand. He turned around and led the guards into the street to kill him.
Orion and Theon also rushed over. Balon was the tallest. The two took him as the vanguard and followed him to the left and right to kill the enemy in a tacit understanding.
A sword slashed off a sword-holding arm. As he stepped forward, he raised the sword and wiped it. The blood spurted from the enemy's neck did not stick to his body at all.
In addition to fighting at sea, the Valyrian family's inherited martial arts mainly focus on battle ax and swordsmanship. The swordsmanship is elegant, killing the enemy while ensuring that one's clothes are not stained with blood. Valyria has been passed down for thousands of years.
Even if the ancient families of the empire decline, they are still unmatched by the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.
"Drink! Ha!"
At this time, Xion was slashing left and right. No enemy could remain intact in front of him. One sword cut off his hand and two swords flew his head. Covered in blood, he killed the most enemies among the three in front.
While Orion was killing enemies, he also had time to observe other people. Theon's martial arts were very strong in the style of the Iron Islands and the North. His sword skills were very energy-consuming, and his tall and thin body looked very good.
There was a mismatch. If the Yelin sword in his hand was not sharp and light at the same time, it would have paralyzed him in just a few rounds.
Xion doesn't seem to be very good at cooperating with the people around him in battle, so O'Leon feels that he can kill Xion within five moves. However, Xion's martial arts still impresses him, because he obviously can't do it in daily training.
You're hiding! The king's pardon for Theon and his sister Asha has not yet been issued. Many people don't know that they are wanted criminals and don't know their true experiences. Now Oren is beginning to speculate on various possibilities. p>
Some of the other guards followed a few people, and some dispersed and rushed into the houses on both sides to clear out the enemies. The houses in Mir City were all flat-roofed, with stairs inside to go up. The archers hiding above were also attacked.
Attack of the SS.
"Wendel, your shield blocks my sight!"
"Oh, oh, okay sir."
Werther stood on a roadblock as high as one person and observed the battle. Wendel also held a shield in front of him to protect him, but Werther persuaded him to move away.
We only have about a hundred people on our side, and the number of enemies is unknown, but the fighting situation is one-sided. A temporarily armed mob fights against a fully armed regular army. Unless they use bows and arrows at a long distance, there is no comparison at all in close combat.
Boom!
Several archers on the roof who were preparing to shoot hidden arrows were frozen into ice sculptures.
At the same time as Werther lowered his arm, he felt the magic wave coming from the dagger at his waist, four times in total, as many as the number of archers who had just been killed by his own magic.
"You go help them, you don't have to follow me!" As soon as Werther finished speaking, he grabbed the eaves with his magic hand and reached the top of the building.
Dispel the magic on an ice sculpture, and then use a soul trap on the corpse.
There is no hell or underworld in this world. The soul of a person after death will still be attached to the corpse until the soul naturally dissipates a few weeks later, and this person’s soul disappears when he dies!
The weapons of the devil are indeed difficult to take! Their greed for souls has no end! Witte now understands that no matter who holds this dagger, the soul of any animal killed by this person belongs to Dagon.
In addition to killing other demons and absorbing souls, who knows what other functions this demon dagger has. Witte was unwilling to work for Dagon in vain and made up his mind that as long as the dagger was around, he would never kill anyone again.
Several members of the Guards who had just climbed to the third floor were attacked by hidden enemies.
"Be careful!"
An enemy stood up from the basket, and at the right moment, he thrust his sword from behind into the gap in the guards' armor. People also rushed out of the pile of debris. Soon, several people were seriously injured and lost their fighting ability, leaving only one person.
Still fighting hard.
"Ah!"
Relying on his armor and sharp axe, after killing two enemies, he was held by several enemies from behind, and several long swords stabbed him at the same time. Bang! Bang! Bang! If he hadn't twisted his body desperately and
He was stabbed to death a long time ago when he put on his armor to block him. He feels uncomfortable now, with blood constantly flowing out from the gaps in his armor.
The last rebel was subdued, and the enemy raised their weapons and prepared to kill several seriously injured Guardsmen.
At this moment, a blue lightning flew from behind, and small electric currents jumped back and forth on several thugs. They fell to the ground and their limbs twitched violently uncontrollably.
Several more golden magics flew to the bodyguards, and their wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"It was the Duke who saved us!"
"We, the Guard, were originally supposed to protect Duke Werther, but now we want him to save us!"
"Don't say so much, the enemy is not dead yet! Kill the enemy first!" One of the few people who escaped death realized that Werther had not killed the enemy.
The guards picked up their tomahawks, walked up to several enemies, and chopped them hard. They lowered the ax and lifted it up, then struck again, until they were exhausted and sat on the ground.
"Don't rest, others are still fighting, go and help!" Witte easily jumped over from another roof and walked leisurely past several people with one hand behind his back.
"As you command!"
Several guards wanted to imitate Werther and jumped directly to another roof. After reaching the eaves and seeing the distance, they ran down the stairs honestly.
Witte did not blame them for their weak sense of combat, let alone want them to die. It would be a shame for the Chief Archmage to lose his face if someone died when he led the Guards on a patrol for the first time.
They come from all over the seven countries, and their own selection criteria do not require martial arts. They only require tall, powerful and good-looking young people. Their combat effectiveness is destined to be inferior to those of veterans or knights. Their daily training includes martial arts subjects, and they do nothing but form formations.
He has never experienced actual combat, let alone participated in a war.
This is the first actual combat of the Guards. They can take the initiative to charge even though they know that the number of enemies is greater than theirs. They are already pretty good.
People have to grow up, and all members of the Guards believe in the Dragon Worship Cult. Werther now plans to train his Guards well, so that they can see blood first, and they will no longer be just beautiful decorations.
The thugs were thugs after all, and their organization and morale were extremely poor. It didn’t take long for them to break up and flee after a storm.
The thugs who were not wearing armor and had lost their weapons were running very fast one by one, and the guards wearing heavy plate armor and holding two-handed battle axes could not catch up.
"Don't chase! Those who are still upstairs collect some bows and arrows. Let's all gather on the street. Let's continue walking to the port!"
Balon asked several team captains to be responsible for some things, and he took several team members to look for survivors to ask about the situation in Myr at this time.
He didn't forget to replenish his firepower from a distance, and he also knew how to ask about the situation. Seeing that Baron was commanding at this time, Werther gave him a higher evaluation in his heart, and nodded unconsciously.
Without any time to rest, Witte and his group continued walking toward the port.
During this period, he encountered many forces occupying the streets. This civil strife had nothing to do with Tyrosh. Witte did not want to get involved and mostly chose to take a detour. He only chose to attack when there was no way around it.
When they arrived at the port, the sailors on the Waverider were fighting the thugs who climbed onto the deck.
The pure white three-masted sailboat looked like high-end goods at first glance. Since the ship's name was written in dragon language, Myr was not Volantis. The common people near the port were illiterate, and even the nobles did not know these words. They thought
You can plunder the ship and sell it for a good price, hide in the house, wait for the sailboat to dock and put down the sails, then take out the rope and rush to the sailboat.
The side of the ship was some distance away from the port ground. When the sailors saw the mob rushing over, they immediately put away the passage planks. Then countless ropes were thrown up.
"Don't let them climb onto the deck, cut the rope quickly!"
Since there were too few people on the ship compared to the thugs, the sailors could only lie on the deck and resist desperately. Even if they were regular navy, once the thugs were allowed to board the ship, they would definitely die due to their numerical disadvantage.
"O'Leon, I have always taken good care of my boat since it was built. I have to wipe it clean if there is a dirty thing. Do you see what it looks like now?"
The white hull of his beloved big toy was stained by the thugs. Werther tried hard to control his anger and not let himself do it.
After fighting all the way, Orion, who still had no blood on his cloak, walked to the front, drew out his sword again and shouted: "Balon! Theon! Wendel! And the guards, the thugs dare to touch Lord Werther's flagship.
,Kill them! Leave no one behind!"
"Leave no one behind!"
"Leave no one behind!"
"Line up! Concentrate formation! Advance!" Balon did not forget to direct the battle. A narrow place like the port pier is surrounded by water on three sides. As long as you keep the formation and move forward, the enemy will have no place to hide.
When heavy infantry faced off against thugs in this kind of terrain, it would only be a one-sided massacre. As the front advanced, shouts of killing continued on the port trestle.
"We surrender!"
"Kick them to death!"
Those who refused to accept surrender were chopped to death with giant axes. Those who were still fiddling with the ropes and preparing to climb onto the boat saw that the situation was not right and began to jump into the sea.
When there was not a single thug left on the trestle, Witte, who was following the team, raised his foot and stamped his foot. The cold ice mist quickly spread from his feet to the sea. In less than five seconds, the entire sea near the trestle turned into a
The white solid ice has many heads sticking out of the flat ice.
The knowing guards jumped onto the frozen sea one after another and chopped off the heads one by one with tomahawks.
It came and went as quickly as it came. In one day, Werther finished his trip to Mile and took a boat to go south. The Guards had entered the cabin to rest, and the sailors were brushing the hull of the ship with long pole brushes. Standing at the stern of the ship, he looked at the originally bustling scene.
, the city is now full of smoke, Witte said to a few people around him:
"The Tyrosh navy will come to take over the city of Myr in a month. Now there is a riot in Myr. If anyone can think of a way to stabilize the situation in Myr and get my approval, who will be the Earl of Myr!"
Next, Werther has to go to Volantis and has no time to take care of Myr's affairs. Werther only cares about conquest and development, and it is not for him, the Duke, to clean up the mess.
"Understood!"
Several people also know Werther's character, and this decree will be made public in Tyrosh soon. Such an important position as Earl of Myr is not just reserved for the current Orion people, but a fair competition for the nobles of the entire Stepped Islands.
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Most of the land in and around the city of Myr is the private property of Witte, and a few people know that the remaining land will fall into Witte's pocket sooner or later. Now with the land area here and the laws of Westeros, Mir
It will definitely be divided into many pieces of land. Now the richest main city is entrusted with the position of a count in order to manage the entire area. If it develops well in the future, the size of its territory will be no less than that of a Duke of Westeros.
The temptation is great, but you have to live to enjoy it.
It is easy to seize but difficult to govern. In the history of Westeros, there have been countless foreign rulers who have occupied land. Some have succeeded, such as the current duke families, while others have failed. For example, in the first Dorne War, they tried to become the leader of the Dorne War.
The Duke of En was thrown out of the window of Sunspear by Lord Rosby.
The population of Myr City is pitifully small compared to the Dukedom of Westeros. Killing the thugs here is equivalent to getting an empty city. Duke Werther often said that if the money is gone, you can make it again. Population is not something you can spend money on.
It can be changed. Half of Tyrosh's early development meetings were about population policy.
Xion thought for a while and then gave up. He didn't know how to govern the territory now.
After considering it, Balon also gave up. He was not that material at all, so he could develop his career in the Guards and the Dragon Cult with peace of mind.
The fat Wendel looks simple and dull. Anyone who really thinks so will die under the butcher knife of his family. The Mandalay family in White Harbor are all smart people. Wendel knows that he has no deep roots in the Stepstone Islands.
There are still many nobles waiting in line. He can ask his family to help him obtain the position of earl, but this will offend the nobles of the entire Stepstone Islands. Without merchant ships, the Myr people on the Eastern Continent will probably starve to death, which is not cost-effective.
I am still young, and I don’t have to worry about running out of opportunities with Duke Werther, and I don’t think about it anymore.
The only one who really cares about him is Oren.
As the Velaryon family became active again, his elder brother Morford Velaryon was now an officer commanding nearly fifty warships due to his excellent command skills. There were more than a dozen people in this position, and it was already the highest promotion possible.
position, and further up are the Commander-in-Chief, who is only temporarily awarded during war, and Stannis's Sea Lord position.
There is not an inch of extra land in Westeros, and the Tideshead Island is not suitable for the development of business. In order to restore the former glory of the Velaryon family, the two brothers decided to increase their resources in the Stepstone Islands after discussing through letters. p>