The Faceless Man, who was already seriously injured and had yet to recover, was greatly reduced in flexibility.
'A good assassin never faces his enemy head-on.'
This was what his guide warned him after he passed the 'gift' and joined the ranks of the Faceless Ones.
The Faceless Men hiding in the dark are the feared enemies of all kings, governors, and even Kaa.
However, when faced head-on with a knight from Westeros wearing full armor, their threat was greatly reduced.
Khal is the most valiant warrior among the Dothraki in the khalasar. They have also been immersed in real sword and gun battles for many years. The faceless men do not have one more head than them, so they cannot occupy the same place in the battle.
Anything cheap.
However, now, the Faceless Man is forced to face Viserys head-on. The Water Dancer's swordsmanship is very exquisite and fancy, but he is still defeated.
As his weapon was broken, Viserys's sword also struck down.
In desperation, 'Miguel' actually raised his left arm to block it, and then half of his arm was easily cut off by a magic weapon comparable to Valyrian steel.
"Run away!"
When the tavern maid in the cell saw this scene, she immediately shouted anxiously.
But she didn’t need to say this, the Faceless Man himself already knew it.
Half of his arm was cut off, and the burning pain from the long sword seemed to have added magic damage, making even a strictly trained killer like the Faceless Man unable to help but distort his face.
However, he still didn't cry out, just grunted in pain.
Then he covered his broken arm with one hand to endure the pain, and ran out of the window without looking back.
He wanted to open the window, jump out, and run away.
However, Viserys stood there holding the blood-stained sword and did not take the initiative to pursue him. Blood dripped onto the ground.
"Very good."
When the tavern maid, who was wearing heavy shackles, saw this scene, she breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the ground.
But in the next second.
A scene that almost made her unable to believe her eyes happened.
Viserys suddenly turned into a black mist before her eyes and disappeared.
And on the other side.
"Huh~"
"Huh~"
The faceless man gasped and covered his broken arm, and fled towards the window in a hurry like a bereaved dog. His vision was even a little blurry.
But then he felt a bone-chilling coldness in his chest that penetrated directly into his heart, and then turned into pain like a burning fire.
Viserys suddenly appeared in front of him, and the dusk in his hand directly pierced his heart.
'Miguel's' eyes widened, once again showing shock and familiar disbelief, and then blood welled up from the corner of his mouth.
"impossible!"
The Faceless Men can control their emotions very well, and they can remain calm and collected in any dangerous situation. However, today the Faceless Men's outlook on life has been continuously refreshed several times.
It even made him doubt whether the world in front of him was real and whether he was dreaming.
Viserys, who should have been behind him, suddenly appeared in front of him out of a black mist, and pierced his heart with a sword.
Mo Shan, who was imprisoned in the cell next door, was wearing heavy shackles and holding on to the cold iron window. He had just been silent the whole time, but now he stared at the scene in front of him with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
Like the tavern maid, he saw with his own eyes Viserys turned into a ball of black mist, then suddenly appeared in front of the assassin, and pierced his heart with a sword.
"devil!"
Gregor Clegane was panting slightly, his tall figure pressed against the iron window, his hands clutching the cold railings and he murmured.
As for the Faceless Men who assassinated Viserys during the day, no matter how incredible they were, the vitality in their bodies was quickly disappearing. Without their disguise, they were just mortal bodies.
puff.
Then Viserys pulled out his sword, and a black mist penetrated into his body along the sword, and the faceless man's body fell softly to the ground.
"No."
The waitress in the tavern on the other side seemed a little unacceptable when she saw this scene.
Viserys ignored the reactions of the two guests in the cell. He knelt down and touched the corpse's cheek.
After the faceless men died, there was a little gap between their bodies and the human skin they were wearing.
Viserys then directly tore off the face, revealing the true face of the faceless man below.
…
The next morning.
Two heads of faceless men were hung on the wall of the palace at the top of the Nine Towers.
People passing by in Pentos raised their heads and saw this scene.
If it were normal, they might be interested in discussing which unlucky guy offended these adults, and even write a touching story.
However, the people of Pantos, who now have artistic talents and are good at imagining, did not take a second look at the heads of these two unlucky guys, because they had seen too many heads in the past two days.
All the governors had their homes confiscated and their families exterminated, and all their assets were confiscated to the city-state. As a gift, their former slaves were liberated and became new free people in the city-state.
The people who once worked for these governor families still maintained their original jobs, and their salaries and benefits even increased slightly, so the people quickly accepted the replacement of the King's Banner at the top of the city.
And among the crowds passing by the palace.
One person paid more attention to the heads on the palace wall and carefully identified them for a long time, and even almost attracted the attention of the guards.
Then the man quickly disappeared into the crowd.
...
The dragon burned all the governors to death, the Targaryens captured Pentos, and Viserys was assassinated by the Faceless Men.
Due to the backwardness of communication technology, it is difficult for ordinary ravens to fly across the sea and must rely on merchant ships. It must have been a month before these news reached Westeros.
And a few days after this incident happened.
Thousands of miles away, north of the Great Wall of Despair.
The heavy snowfall of the past few days finally came to a brief break. A group of cavalrymen wearing animal skins and black cloaks seized this opportunity and were trudging forward in the heavy snow.
They are the rangers of the Night's Watch, responsible for scouting and patrolling in the Haunted Forest, and killing the wildlings and strange ghosts wandering here.
However, the latter has long since become a legend. The Night's Watch has forgotten the memory of the White Walkers, and all that has been passed down now are only stories to scare children.
This group of rangers had just repelled a small group of savages who broke into their line of sight. They left several corpses behind and fled in embarrassment.
Because the White Walkers have disappeared for too long, the Night's Watch's goal has changed from guarding against the White Walkers to killing the Wildlings. The Haunted Forest is now a battlefield between the Wildlings and the Night's Watch.
And at this time.
A small sound suddenly came from the bushes not far from the group of rangers.