Legend of the Dragon King of Ice and Fire

Chapter 323 : Surrender, is it possible?

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How could Karratha’s combat power be the enemy of a mixed mercenary, and it was quickly destroyed by a third.

Ben Pleng dodges the bite of the snowball while warning Tyrion Lannister.

“Dwarf, take your mob elsewhere. You won Stanislas with a trick, but this time the situation is different.”

The little devil responded loudly: “There are already less than a thousand mercenaries fighting against the braided warriors several times yours. The strength is so huge, the chance of winning is very small. How dare you slurs!”

The snowball rushed forward, and Karratha surrounded him, making the dwarf look comfortable.

He even reined his horse to quarrel with Ben Pleng who was so busy.

“We are not alone.” Dario Na Harris called.

The braided warrior fought back with disdain: “Indeed, mercenaries won’t support them at all. Once they lose momentum, they will flee, just like in Slave Bay.”

“That’s impossible,” Dario Na Harris was unmoved.

Old Mosuo, who suddenly rushed to the front, shouted, “Damn sissy, you can only bark as a donkey, meaningless!”

“Sissy?” Dario Na Harris giggled.

“Is this an insult? If we have a few more cans of wildfire, we can send you to the seven hells like Zoge!”

Dario Na Harris met his gaze.

Zhuo Ge was the pain in Old Mo Suo’s heart, he was already struggling to save.

But the rage of the green devil made him timid.

“Very good! Don’t stop dying, then!”

Old Mosuo roared and rushed to Dario Na Harris.

The head of the raven rushed to an empty spot, and then stood there with his wrists crossed and his palm on the hilt.

On the left is a curved Dothrak Yarak scimitar, and on the right is a Mill’s rapier. Their handles are a pair of matching golden female figures, debauched and sloppy.

Just like him with a weird smile!

“I didn’t kill an opponent, didn’t eat an exquisite meal, I didn’t live a day, and I lived as many days as the stars. Killing became a magnificent art in my hands. There are so many in the world. Many jugglers and fire dancers cry to the gods, but please have half my agility and a quarter of my grace, I am happy to put your name in the list of those who died under my sword!”

Ben Plenhaha laughed. He liked this rant of Dario Na Harris.

“Then please pull out your weapons and lead us to victory.”

In the blink of an eye, Dario’s Arak Scimitar was out of its sheath.

At the moment when the blade was released, he turned into a tiger and pounced on Old Mosuo.

Old Mosuo stared at Dario coldly and harshly: “This guy is handed over to me.”

Tyrion saw a spearman stupidly rushing towards Old Mosuo, but Mosuo swung his knife into his chest, piercing armor, leather, muscles, and lungs, killing him immediately.

The scimitar was stuck in the opponent’s chest, but Old Mosuo’s horse kept running, dragging the enemy towards Dario.

The corpse in the right hand bounced and bumped limply with the horse.

“Old guy figured it out!”

The little devil rejoiced for him.

“Mosoko! Mosoko!”

Finally, the dead body slid to the ground, and Old Mosuo raised the scimitar high and smashed it on Dario’s scimitar. They collided with each other, forcing a stunning spark.

The little devil’s blood was boiling, and at this time he himself had crossed the snowball and rushed into the enemy’s formation, and the battlefield instantly shrank to a few feet around the mount.

An infantryman poked his chest with a spear. He swung his sword and opened the spear. The man jumped back, intending to try again.

But Tyrion turned his horse’s head and slapped the horse’s spine sharply.

In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by five mercenary regiments again, but he cut off the first spear that pierced him, and the backhand hit the other man’s door.

A flying spear shot towards Tyrion from the left, “Clang!” It struck his armor directly to the ground.

The dwarf who was so frightened by the spirit of death settled his mind and turned to chase the spear thrower, but the opponent raised his shield over his head, so Tyrion rode his horse around him, and the steel sword fell on the shield like rain.

The oak chips splashed all over, and finally the Quills mercenary finally slipped and fell to the ground on his back, but the shield was just blocking his body.

Tyrion’s hand was too short, the steel sword could not reach him, and it was too troublesome to dismount, so he drove the horse directly on the enemy.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…!”

The mercenary was howling in pain, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gradually dimmed.

The enemy never expected that a dwarf could be so fierce, and the rest of the people surrounding him would inevitably be a little timid, and slowly retreat.

At this time, Tyrion got a short breathing opportunity, he took the reins, and looked for the next easy opponent to kill.

As a result, he found a spear thrower hidden in the chaos and aimed at him!

Tyrion was horrified, and quickly drove his horse to turn around, Yi Guqian hid in his camp.

But it was too late, and the spear flew out of the hand, inserted into the belly of the war horse, and pierced out from underneath.

Tyrion fell from the horse, making him uncomfortable.

But he couldn’t give up because Ben Pleng rushed over with a sword.

The opponent held a sword against him, born tall and strong, wearing a long shirt and chain mail and lobster iron gloves, but dropped his helmet, and blood ran into his eyes from the wound on his forehead.

Tyrion is short and can only attack his bottom game.

The little demon aimed at his vital point, struggling to cut it away, but was easily opened by Ben Pleng with his sword.

“Gnome!” he screamed, “Go to hell!”

Tyrion circled him flexibly, and he also turned around, constantly swinging his sword at his head and shoulders.

When the two swords intersected, Tyrion immediately understood that Ben Pleng was not only faster than him, but also much stronger than him.

“Go to hell!”

Ben Pleng grumbled and launched a fierce attack.

Tyrion reluctantly raised his sword in time to block the blow, but his arm was numb, and the steel sword almost let go.

“Go to hell!”

Ben Puleng roared and pushed forward again, hitting Tyrion dizzy and squatting down on the ground with a sharp sword.

Others are too busy to take care of themselves, so there is no time to pay attention to him.

Ben Plung was unforgiving, and slashed his head again.

Tyrion blocked again, and the steel sword with insufficient grip was knocked off, while Ben Puleng’s sword still survived, penetrating the weak metal protection at the right elbow joint, and scoring three points!

There was a sudden burst of pain, and Tyrion’s face was deformed with pain.

He wanted to escape, but he was kicked by Ben Puleng, kicked on his front door, and kicked him half a meter away!

Such a strong collision made him forget that he hit the ground, but when he raised his head, there was only the sky above.

He quickly turned over and tried to stand up, but he was shaking with pain, as if the entire sky was spinning.

Ben Pleng leaned over and looked down at him from above.

“Little Demon Tyrion,” he shouted down like a bell, “You are my captive, abandoned Lannister, I will give you a chance to surrender, and your sister Cersei promises to catch you as long as you can , You can get the title fief, and the golden dragon that will last a lifetime!”

“Let me surrender? Oh, is it possible?”

Tyrion thought to himself. He struggled to kneel and fumbled for weapons: swords, daggers, everything was good, but there was nothing.

He shouted desperately: “I’m not reconciled!”

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