GOT : Battle Royale[ An ASOIAF Fanfiction]

Chapter 22: Chase (Part 1)



"What if he doesn't catch up?" The green-armored knight sounded a little confused.

You can't hide the look in a person's eyes. "Ian needs Kammer's blood to wash away his shame. For his honor, he will definitely come after me. If he were the kind of man who would let his honor be shamed, he would have agreed when I first offered him double the price to kill Harui."

A gentleman can be deceived. Just as Harui was certain he had Kammer cornered before, now Ian was equally certain he had Kammer cornered.

"By the way, I haven't asked you your name all this time. What do I call you?" Ian suddenly realized.

"Me?" The knight was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Old Dog."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend," Ian apologized quickly. "I wanted to leave a mark for those mercenaries. No matter their identity, I can, in this place, create the impression of having the opportunity to be promoted to the nobility, paving the way for directly inciting rebellion against them later."

"My name is Roll, and his name is Keith," Roll introduced. Then he suddenly looked up, giving Ian an admiring glance. "They really are coming after us. Protect yourself. If you find something's wrong, run. With your horse's speed, they can't catch you."

Hearing this, Ian looked to the west and saw four cavalrymen appearing in his field of vision. The leader was wearing plate and chain armor and was clearly Captain Kammer himself, while the other three wore only ordinary leather armor and armed clothing.

"You bastard, an oath-breaker, a murderer! You have no honor!" When the distance between the two sides was still more than 50 meters, Ian could already hear Kammer's angry roar.

Ian fixed his eyes, meeting a malicious gaze.

At that moment, Ian even felt the murderous intent in the air condense into something tangible, which made him feel a little scared, and the hand holding his sword hilt trembled slightly.

There was no horse, and no more words. Kammer raised the front end of his spear and began to speed up, rushing towards Ian at the lead.

The smooth and wide King's Road was very conducive to the running of warhorses. Soon, the warhorse under his crotch changed from a trot to a full gallop.

At the same time that Kammer accelerated his sprint, the black-armored knight Keith, who had never spoken a word, also rode out and faced him. After giving Ian a reassuring look, Roll also launched a charge.

In just a blink of an eye, the two sides had already engaged.

Kammer's spear, rushing at the front, pointed directly at Keith's neck, aiming for the gap between his helmet and breastplate. Keith ducked sideways, believing he could easily avoid this clumsy spear.

Unexpectedly, Kammer's lance skills were superb. He had predicted the direction of Keith's dodge in advance, so that despite evading by such a large margin, Kammer's spear still struck Keith's thick black plate armor—the huge piece of his left shoulder armor.

Fortunately, Kammer's spear point not only failed to penetrate Keith's thick shoulder armor, but because the spear in his hand was not a lance with a high-strength shaft, but an ordinary spear, the fragile shaft suddenly broke under the influence of speed and angle.

The powerful impact forced Keith to hold onto the reins tightly, and then he stabilized his body with the help of the stirrups. However, this action also caused him to miss the opportunity to counterattack Kammer, and he could only let the two horses pass by each other.

Kammer was also shocked by the reaction force at the moment of impact. As the shaft of the spear broke, he immediately discarded the useless weapon and tried to pull out his sword while maintaining balance with difficulty. But before he had time, he met Roll, who was following Keith.

Seeing that his opponent was rushing toward him without hesitation, Kammer had to instinctively turn around to avoid a collision between their horses. However, during the sharp turn, the horse under him lost its balance and fell straight to the left.

Roll lightly lifted the reins of his horse and easily dodged Kammer, who was falling towards him. He swung his sword sideways at the extreme reach of the longsword, severing half of Kammer's left palm.

Kammer completely lost control of his mount at this moment. The already unbalanced horse under him ran forward seven or eight steps, and then fell to the ground with both man and horse. The moment he hit the ground, Kammer's left leg was crushed and broken.

Then a low scream echoed on the King's Road.

After rushing out a few meters, Roll reined in his horse, pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and charged at Kammer again. Roll lowered the longsword in his hand, lying on the horse with his chest close to the horse's back, rushed in front of Kammer, and stabbed Kammer in the neck while he was pressed on the ground.

The tip of the sword penetrated Kammer's throat from the side, but Roll's horse did not stop. This speed caused the sword in Roll's hand to slice through Kammer's spine, twist open half of his throat, and send his entire head flying.

After taking a few steps, Roll didn't stop his horse but turned sharply again and headed in Keith's direction.

At this moment, Keith clearly needed his support.

Well, Keith didn't seem to need his support that much at this moment.

Roll relaxed his grip on the reins and slowed his horse. He couldn't help but cover his face and smile bitterly. It turned out that during the time he was dealing with Kammer, who had a broken spear, Keith had already killed two opponents, fighting three against one.

Two corpses lay on the King's Road, one of which had been cut into two pieces.

Kammer's last cavalryman was utterly terrified by Keith's fierce offensive. With all his companions dead, he simply could not muster the courage to fight the black, tower-like knight.

The cavalryman took advantage of the distance between Keith and himself, created while Keith was dealing with another companion. He turned his horse's head and fled north.

"Catch him!" Ian yelled, and then he rode straight after him.

Of course, he couldn't just sit back and watch the cavalryman escape. Any survivor today was a potential risk.

Ian rode his white horse at full speed. Due to the advantages of a good horse and no armor, he immediately surpassed Roll and Keith and caught up with the escaping mercenary cavalryman.

Ian held the unsheathed heraldic sword in his hand. It wasn't until the opponent was almost within his attack range that he suddenly remembered a question.

How the hell can I beat him?

It's a pity he didn't have time to think through all the problems clearly, one step and three steps, as he usually would. His horse surpassed the fleeing cavalry's horse in the next second. He could only rely on the experience of fighting on horseback, gained through the memory of the mercenary knight profession. He slashed with his sword based on his instinct.

The fleeing cavalryman skillfully raised his hand to deflect Ian's attack with a sword. Ian felt his hand shake, and he was a little unsteady while sitting on the horse.

The fleeing cavalryman seemed to realize that his pursuer was half-assed. He turned around and struck at Ian with a sword. Ian blocked hastily, but unexpectedly, the sword in his hand was knocked away.


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