GOT : Battle Royale[ An ASOIAF Fanfiction]

Fortunately, the other party only wanted to escape and had no intention of killing Ian. After knocking away Ian's sword, the mercenary glanced at Roll, who was already close at hand, quickly dug in his spurs, and tried to continue running north.

It was a pity that he had been slowed down while fighting with Ian, and his escape speed couldn't return to its peak for a while. He was caught by Roll in just a few seconds and was pierced through the back of the heart with a sword.

Seeing this scene, Ian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he was still shaken by what had just happened.

He couldn't believe that he, who had always thought of himself as level-headed, would rush towards the enemy like that. When his horse ran at full speed, all his rationality vanished, as if the hormones in his body had turned into pure adrenaline.

This reminded him of a description of the cavalry's state during an attack—"a runaway horse carrying a drunk man."

Shaking his head, and after making up his mind to never make such risky attempts again, Ian began to reflect on this real first battle after entering the world of Ice and Fire.

Regarding his performance, Ian couldn't be described as remarkable; he could only be said to have been disgraced.

During the battle, his mind was almost blank. Although he had acquired the memory of riding and swordsmanship skills that a hired knight should possess from the system, these memories were completely uncoordinated with his body, and there was no muscle memory at all. As for him, he had no idea what to do next.

Even though this was related to his lack of actual combat experience, it also illustrated a problem—layout data was quite unreliable.

He was even thinking about letting Roll train him systematically again in his free time.

Looking behind him again, Roll had already led the escapee's empty horse back to the bodies of the other mercenaries, sorting out the loot with Keith.

But Ian's attention wasn't on the trophies; it was on observing the equipment of the two knights.

This time, Ian rarely wanted to commend the planner because the reward was truly awesome.

Obviously, the S-level NPCs rewarded by the system were all equipped with top-notch gear. Needless to say, the armor. When Ian saw Kammer's spear hitting Keith, his heart sank. What he didn't expect was that it actually failed to penetrate Keith's defense.

Although this was related to Keith's successful dodge, causing the opponent's spear tip to hit his left shoulder armor, which had the thickest defense, successfully defending against that speed of sprint meant Keith's plate armor was undoubtedly the best among the best.

Then there were the warhorses. You must know that both Roll and Keith were fully armored. In this case, they only delayed themselves for a few seconds before catching up with him, who had actually been defeated by the enemy. This showed that their horses were even better than his own thoroughbred!

Such a configuration was definitely a rare display of conscience for the typical "nagging" style of this game's planning team.

Soon, Roll and Keith completed the collection of trophies—two horses, an exquisite longsword, a dozen golden dragons, a large bag of other coins, and a pair of plate and chain armor.

Of course, when it came to plate and chain mail, this armor was just a metal plate added to the chest of the chain mail, a bit like the one worn by Stannis Baratheon in the Game of Thrones TV series.

Ian didn't understand this.

Stannis was still a king even if he was poor. Would he die if the director gave him armor with stronger defense? Even if he absolutely had to be given plate and chain armor, at least it should be the kind worn by Zhao Yun in the movie "Red Cliff," right? (By the way, why did Zhao Yun wear plate and chain armor more than ten centuries in advance?)

In short, under the influence of his embarrassing performance just now, Ian was somewhat worried about how he looked in fancy clothes, so he took off his coat and, without hesitation, pulled the blood-stained armor from the dead Kammer. He put it on himself.

Then, with Roll's help, he put on this chain armor. Ian and Kammer were similar in stature. After putting on this suit of armor, Ian found it unexpectedly suitable.

After completing all this quickly, Ian ordered them to turn back and run towards the salt mine in the small town of Holloway.

When they returned to the salt mine, the battle here was not over yet. The surviving mercenaries were divided into two groups and were confronting each other. There were three people on one side and four people on the other. They all seemed exhausted.

Obviously, after Kammer left, the situation had gotten out of control again. These mercenaries had probably formed small groups based on their usual close relationships to compete for the gold bars.

Three people within the groups were seriously injured. It was estimated that even if their various small teams won the final battle, the money wouldn't be divided among them.

The appearance of the three Ians broke the short-term balance between them.

The mercenaries looked at the bloody swords of Roll and Keith, and seemed to realize something. In that moment, countless thoughts might have raced through their minds.

Is it a desperate resistance? Just run away? Or kneel down and beg for mercy?

There were all these thoughts, but they weren't important anymore, because before that, Ian had already given the order to attack.

It was too late.

The battle ended in just one minute. The two knights cut down several mercenaries who were still resisting like wheat, and then dismounted to finish off the few who were lying next to them, already seriously injured and fallen to the ground.

After confirming that there were no survivors, they began to look for the loot.

Throughout this entire process, Ian's eyes were looking in the other direction.

The night there swallowed up the last rays of the setting sun, and on the dark curtain, a bright star map was slowly lighting up.

Perhaps, there was a distant blue planet in that star map, where there were no merciless executioners, no mercenaries kneeling down to beg for mercy, and no cries and wailings from the hunted.

There was a harmonious society, a stable legal system, and a dead game planner named Xia Ze.

Soon Ian and his team completed counting the second wave of loot.

This time, most of the items were abandoned by Ian's order. All he kept was Kammer's clan sword—a high-quality half-hand sword, two exquisite daggers, three adult river horses, and Kammer's plate and chain mail.

Of course, besides that, there was the most important thing—money.

Kammer and the mercenaries' own money was almost negligible. The most important things that Ian and the others took back were the two commissions paid by Ian himself and the remaining 80 golden dragons from Harui.

Ian put all the gold bars into the auxiliary system's backpack, and the remaining 500 gold dragons were put into Roll's bag.

Then they left the mine and came to the Green Fork River not far away, and began to clean the blood from their bodies.

"Can you tell me why you were so confident that you could instigate Kammer's personal guards just now?" While Ian was washing his clothes, Roll suddenly asked him.