Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 162: 161 rewards

Chapter 162 161. Remuneration

What thefu!

The remaining four assassins were basically sprayed all over their heads and faces by the rain of blood brought out by the sword wind just now.

At this time, everyone suddenly turned around behind them in horror.

Compared with the 'thing' that can cut off the bodies of three armored warriors at once, it seems that Robert and his scary war hammer are not so intimidating.

And Robert is indeed a top warrior.

Although he was stunned for a moment by Lan En's charged twisting sweep, he still instinctively seized the opportunity when the enemy exposed his back to him!

Ah! Go to **** with your coding!

The sledgehammer was very handy in Robert's hands. Although he had not killed anyone with it for more than ten years, every time he hit the hammer, he could control the impact point on the most lethal hammer head.

Main mail or leather armor with plate armor makes no sense for Robert's sledgehammer.

Among the assassins who turned around, the back of one's heart was immediately smashed out into a dent that could fit into an adult's fist!

The first enemy Lan En faced was already frightened by the attack just now.

The mace in his hand was held tightly, even trembling slightly.

Does the enemy need to be psychoanalyzed?

Mentos asked calmly in his mind.

Lan's tone was very different from it.

No need, hes already panicking.

In battle, if you panic, you will die.

Lan En made a feint of dodging to the right, and the assassin with trembling eyes on the opposite side swung the mace in that direction without even thinking about it in fear.

But when he took action, Lan En had already returned his focus to the left side.

The demon hunter passed by and raised his sword at the same time. The assassin's right hand that he swung out was directly cut away by the steel sword from the middle of the upper arm!

The second assassin who rushed over was holding a flail. This weapon is connected with an iron chain between the hammer handle and the hammer head, and the swing attack becomes a swing attack.

Although the effectiveness is better, the conditions of use are also more stringent. At least you have to be able to throw it away.

Now the distance between Lan En and him no longer allowed him to swing the flail, so he simply gritted his teeth, put the armor-piercing dagger in his chest, and ran towards him at his own risk.

A man weighing more than 100 kilograms with armor and a pointed iron tool collided with the man with the momentum of a charge.

Knights in full plate armor would not dare to abandon their shields to receive such an attack in an infantry battle!

The swordsman in front of him is just a guy wearing several layers of composite armor. He must be

There was a soft "pop" sound.

The determination and confidence in the eyes of the assassin who risked his life were shattered like a joke in front of a big hand wearing a studded leather glove.

In his mind, no one could resist the attack in a foot combat environment without a shield, but he was directly held down with one hand!

The impact force and all the strength of one's own body are as ineffective as a child in front of the opponent's hand.

The big hand that was holding the wrist turned over directly, and during the struggle at this moment, it stabbed into the assassin's throat without any hesitation.

The assassin's eyes were still filled with disbelief until blood started to pour from his throat.

By the time Lan finished dealing with the two assassins, the last surviving assassin had his leg broken by Robert using a hammer.

Human knees, which originally could only bend backward and extend forward, now bend toward the side.

At the edge of the competition venue, there was an increasingly loud noise, and it was vaguely visible that the contestants who were fighting together were being separated like a tide.

Even though the king's guards have tried their best to rush this way, the battle belonging to the king has still come to an end.

The contestants who were originally eager to kill were like harmless marshmallows in front of the troops who were better equipped and directly formed into battle formations.

Who is afraid of crazy marshmallows?

So the contestants were very sensible and regained their senses in a very short time.

The two people who had just pressed the blades into each other's necks were now pushed to the fence together by the escort. While looking at each other awkwardly, you may have to chat for a few words.

You played well.

You too, that knife almost stabbed into my neck just now.

Haha*2

Lan En looked around. Mentos completed the situation analysis while scanning. There were no assassins on the scene.

So the young man walked to the king's side and looked with him at the "Crooked Leg" lying on the ground in the mud and wailing.

Want to keep a tongue?

Lan En asked casually.

Robert gasped and shook his head under his helmet.

A dead man cannot find out anything by asking.

And the "Crooked Leg" seemed to know his fate at this time. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and shouted out a sentence with a ferocious expression.

For the Targaryen dynasty! The true dragon will eventually return!

Lan glanced at the king beside him with his peripheral vision, but to his surprise, the grumpy king did not curse or use any foul language this time.

Instead, he just nodded calmly, then raised the hammer high and swung it down at the man's head!

After the sound of a crisp shell breaking, there was a corpse on the ground that was still twitching nervously.

I thought you would be very angry.

Come on, kid. I yelled my masters name before I died. Do you think I would be framed in such an obvious way?

If it was you before, you would have been involved now.

Lan En complained silently in his heart.

Robert is indeed the kind of person who is born to ride on the battlefield. After walking on the line of life and death, he is not at all hysterical like ordinary people.

On the contrary, it seems that he has returned to the prosperous years and turned into that great warrior who still retains reason and tenacity despite his rage.

Although I dont want to admit it, judging from the situation just now, I am indeed likely to die here without you.

Taking off his antlered helmet, Robert wiped the sweat and moisture from his beard and looked at Lan En seriously.

"I don't need to look at your skills to know that this championship is certain. You now have ten thousand golden dragons. But in addition to the championship reward, I should also repay you personally."

"What do you want? More money? Honor? Fame? You saved the kings of the Seven Kingdoms, so you can speak with peace of mind."

Lann liked Robert's directness and energy, and he revealed the reward that he had planned for a long time.

"Dragon bone, Your Majesty. Just give me the dragon bone."

"Dragon bone? Tsk, I kind of doubt you are a Targaryen again."

Robert smacked his lips.

"I don't know what you want those things for, but they are just some bones. When I captured King's Landing, I ordered people to sweep all the dragon bones into the cellar. If you want them, you can take them all."

As he spoke, the guard led by [Fearless] Barristan had once again guarded the king.

The king's life and death crisis was resolved.

But when Lan walked towards the outside of the fence, he saw Eddard with a cold face and Petyr Baelish with a concerned expression as expected.

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