Viserys rolled around on the blood-stained road in some embarrassment, and his blue velvet shirt became stained.
The frightened war horse roared past his ears, its heavy hoofs struck the ground, and the stones jumped slightly.
And His Highness the Prince felt that his ears were going to be deafened. He knelt on the ground and huddled together.
Huhu~
He was holding his hands on the ground, breathing heavily, and his cheeks were hot and red.
"I..."
He really wanted to say something to save his life, but his rapidly beating heart made his blood surge.
However, the current tense situation was ever-changing and there was no time for him to feel emotional.
Sir William's sword fell on the ground not far away at this moment, stained with a little mud, but still shining slightly with a cold light.
In the melee, the eardrums were filled with the sounds of fighting, blood splattered, and both sides' eyes were red from the killing.
Viserys was lying on the ground, holding the ground with his hands and breathing heavily. He raised his head and looked at the long sword not far away that was a little heavy for him.
"I…"
Then I don’t know where the courage and strength came from.
"Damn it!"
The silver-haired boy gritted his teeth and tried hard to be strong, and then climbed up from the ground with difficulty. Ignoring his heart that was beating so fast that it was about to pop out, he rushed over with a sudden breath and hugged it tightly.
Cool to the touch.
The coldness on the blade almost solidified.
Perhaps in his previous life, Viserys did not dare to hold such a long, narrow and sharp weapon for fear of breaking the law or hurting himself. However, at this moment, he only felt that this sword was extremely kind.
Because in such a chaotic situation, everyone is busy taking care of themselves, and no one can protect him...
Only himself.
The silver-haired boy gritted his teeth slightly, held the sword nervously and swore secretly.
No matter who wants to kill him, he will not surrender like a rabbit, even if he dies, he will take a bite of his flesh.
"I definitely will..."
However, when Viserys was cheering himself up.
A 'robber' who fell off his horse because his leg was cut off in the previous battle held his sword with one hand and covered his head with the other hand as he stood up unsteadily.
His leather armor was cut with a hideous scar, and he was just about to be disemboweled, but God's favor prevented him from dying.
When the 'bandit' stood up, a touch of red and a golden lion logo were revealed under the broken leather armor.
Passed by in a flash.
Because of various reasons.
The Red Fort guard who had just cut off his horse's leg was killed by others in an instant. The battle was extremely fierce, and he was not hit by a last hit.
And when he regained his composure, pushed away his friend's body and climbed up from below, he shook his head and saw the boy standing in the middle of the battlefield holding a sword in a blank space.
The iconic long silver-gold hair, lavender eyes like gems, and cheeks as handsome as a girl. The boy holding the sword also noticed him. Panic clearly appeared in a pair of eyes that were full of determination just now.
At a loss...
Like a frightened rabbit.
He didn't expect that just now he was swearing secretly, but in an instant he would be targeted by the enemy.
When the fallen masked robber saw this unprotected 'big fish', a sinister smile slowly appeared on his face, and the black cloth wrapped around his face was blown away by the wind.
But he didn't care at all.
Holding a long sword, he walked towards Viserys step by step.
A Targaryen prince without anyone to protect him is like a fish on the chopping block.
No matter how noble this boy was and how pure his bloodline was, I couldn't even kneel on the ground to see this boy's toes.
However, at this time, his noble birth and bloodline were not enough for His Highness to avoid the sharp sword of his mud-legged person.
At this moment, Viserys didn't know whether he was frightened or for other reasons, but he stood still and didn't move.
His breathing was slightly short, and he clenched Sir William's sword with both hands, pointing the sword's tip straight at the opponent.
His mind was blank, filled only with the sentence that the middle-aged coach had just given to him.
"Learn to use the pointed end to stab the enemy."
Behind Viserys's sight, a black mist gradually filled and rolled into something indescribable. A pair of scarlet eyes opened in the black mist, staring at his back.
Viserys's eyes gradually became covered with a layer of scarlet, his breathing gradually became heavier, and he held the sword tightly in his hand.
But at this moment, there was a flash of lightning.
Rumble...
The war horse gallops.
Horse hooves rolled up blood and mud.
William Darry was covered in blood, whether it was his own or the enemy's. He was holding a long sword, and blood was dripping down the blade.
Then he raised it high, and the war horse galloped past the bandit. Then the sword traced a trajectory under the blood-red setting sun, and slashed hard.
puff--
The next second.
A big head flew up directly, and then blood gushed out like a fountain.
Huhu~
The middle-aged man's slightly curly long hair looked a little ferocious with blood on it. His eyes were already red from death, his legs were tightly holding the war horse under his crotch, and he immediately handed the long sword to his left hand.
Tread...
Horse hooves tread on the bloody mud.
Then he bent slightly as he passed by Viserys, leaning his body against the horse's back.
He stretched out his hand and picked up the little prince directly, placed him behind him, and said in a hurried voice.
"Your Highness, hold me tight!"
The middle-aged instructor discovered that Viserys was in danger at the most critical moment, and then hurriedly rode his horse to kill the enemy with a sword, saving the little prince who wanted to fight the enemy desperately.
The enemy's hot blood was sprinkled on the silver-haired boy's delicate cheeks, and Viserys suddenly shuddered as if he was waking up from a dream.
The black fog behind him that could not be seen by others slowly dissipated, and the lavender gem-like eyes returned to clarity.
His throat rolled slightly, and he clenched his teeth slightly.
Only then did he realize what had just happened.
He...he actually wants to fight the enemy to the death?
Where does the courage come from?
However, he was already carried on the horse by Sir William. After hearing the instructor's words, Viserys hugged him tightly without hesitation.
An enemy was decapitated less than three feet away from him, and blood was sprinkled on his cheek. However, Viserys did not have any urge to vomit, or in other words, he had no chance to do so.
Instead, he strengthened his courage and clenched his fists.
Because he knew very well that if he wanted to live, now was not the time for nausea and vomiting.
The blood in the young body seemed to be ignited and began to burn.
For a seven-year-old boy, it is difficult to say that anyone is more brave than his performance.
"kill!!"
Then the battle was like thunder erupting from the knight's tongue, once again resounding on this blood-stained road.