Game of Thrones: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon - Chapter 7 courage

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　　 Veserys was a little embarrassed and rolled on the blood-stained avenue, and the blue velvet coat became dirty.

　　 The frightened war horse whizzed past his ears, and the heavy horseshoe slammed on the ground, causing the stones to jump slightly.

　　 And His Royal Highness felt that his ears were about to be deafened, so he fell on his knees and curled up together.

　　Huhu~

　　 was panting heavily with his hands on the ground, and his cheeks were hot and flushed.

"I..."

　　 He wanted to say something about the rest of his life, but his fast beating heart made his blood surge.

　　 However, the tense situation nowadays is ever-changing, and there is no room for him to feel any time.

　　 The saber of Sir William landed on the ground not far away, stained with a little mud, but still shimmering with cold light.

　　 In the melee, the eardrums were filled with sounds of fighting everywhere, blood was splashing, and both sides had red eyes.

　　 And Viselis lay on the ground with both hands supporting the ground, panting heavily, raised his head and looked at the long sword that was slightly heavy for him not far away.

"I…"

　　 Then I don’t know where the courage and strength come from.

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 The silver-haired boy gritted his teeth and tried hard to get himself up, and then climbed up from the ground with difficulty, ignoring the heart that was about to jump out, and rushed over with a sigh of relief, and hugged it tightly.

　　 Cold touch.

　　 The sharp chill on the blade is almost solidified.

　　Perhaps the former Visiris did not dare to hold such a long, narrow and sharp weapon for fear of breaking the law or hurting himself, but at this time, he only felt that this sword was extremely cordial.

　　 Because in such a chaotic situation, everyone is overwhelmed by themselves, no one can protect him...

　　 Only himself.

　　 The silver-haired boy gritted his teeth slightly and swears secretly while holding the sword nervously.

　　 No matter who wants to kill himself, he will not catch him like a rabbit, even if he is dead, he will have to bite off his flesh.

"I will for sure..."

　　 But while Veserys is cheering for himself.

　　 A ‘robber’ who fell from his horse after his horse’s leg was chopped off in the battle just now stood up with a sword in one hand and his head in the other.

　　 His leather armor was cut open with a hideous scar, and he was almost torn apart just now, but God's favor kept him from dying.

　　 When the ‘Robber’ stood up, under the broken leather armor, there was a touch of red and a golden lion logo.

　　 flashed past.

　　 for 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 so fierce that he was not compensated.

　　 When he slowed down and pushed away his partner's body and got up from below, he shook his head and saw the boy standing in the blank area of ​​the battlefield holding the sword.

The iconic long silver-gold hair, the lavender eyes are like gems, and the beautiful cheeks like a girl. The boy holding the sword also found him. Panic clearly appeared in a pair of eyes that were full of determination just now. Lost...

　　 is like a scared rabbit.

　　 He didn't expect that he was still swearing secretly just now, but in an instant he was stared at by the enemy.

　　 And the masked robber who fell from the horse saw this unprotected'big fish', his face slowly showed a grin, and the black cloth wrapped in his face was blown away by the wind.

　　 But he didn't care at all.

　　 walked towards Veselis step by step with a long sword in his hand.

　　 A Targaryen prince without protection, like a fish on a chopping board.

　　 No matter how noble the boy's background is, how pure his bloodline is, the self I used to kneel on the ground is not enough to see the boy's toes.

　　 However, at this time, the noble origin and blood line were not enough for the prince to avoid his own sword with mud legs.

　　 And Veselis didn't know if he was frightened and stupid or for other reasons, so he stood still and didn't move.

　　 Just breathe a little bit sharply, both hands clenched Sir William's saber in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at the opponent.

　　 His brain was blank, just filled with the sentence that the middle-aged coach gave him.

　　 "Learn to use the pointed end to stab the enemy."

　　 And behind Viserys's invisible, a cloud of black mist gradually filled and rolled into an indescribable, a pair of scarlet eyes opened in the black mist, looking at his back.

　　 Vesselis' eyes gradually smeared a layer of scarlet, his breathing gradually became heavier, and the sword was tightly held in his hand.

　　 And at this moment, between the electric light and flint.

　　 rumbling...

　　 The horse gallops.

　　 The horseshoe was rolled up with blood and mud.

　　William Derry was covered with blood, not knowing whether it was he or the enemy, holding a long sword, and blood ticking down the blade.

　　 Then he lifted it high, and the horse galloped past the robber, and then the long sword traversed a path under the blood-red setting sun, severely chopped down.

　　噗—

　　 Next second.

　　 A big head flew directly, and then blood poured out like a fountain.

　　Huhu~

　　 The middle-aged man's long, slightly curly hair dyed blood looked a bit hideous. He had already red eyes, his legs were tightly clamped under the hip horse, and he immediately handed the long sword to his left hand.

　　 step on...

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　　 Then he bent over slightly as he passed Viserys, and put his body on the horse's back.

　　 reached out his hand and hugged the little prince directly, placed it behind him, and said in a sharp voice.

　　 "Your Highness, hold me tight!"

　　 The middle-aged coach discovered that Viselis was in danger at the most critical moment, and then hurriedly hurried his horse to slay the enemy with one sword, saving the little prince who was desperate to fight the enemy.

　　 While the enemy's hot blood spilled on the silver-haired boy's delicate cheeks, Veselis shuddered as if he was waking up from a dream.

　　 The black mist that was invisible to the people behind him also slowly dissipated, and the lavender jewel-like eyes became clear.

　　 His throat rolled slightly, and he clenched his teeth lightly.

　　 Then he realized what had just happened.

　　He...he wants to fight the enemy hard?

　　 Where's the courage?

　　 However, he has been hugged by Sir William on horseback. Hearing what the coach said, Viselis hugged him decisively without hesitation.

　　 An enemy was chopped off his head less than three feet away, and blood was spilled on his cheeks, but Viselis didn't have any urge to vomit, or there was no chance to do so.

　　 instead, he strengthened his courage and clenched his fists.

　　Because he knows very well that if he wants to live, this is not the time for nausea and vomiting.

　　 The blood in the young body started to burn like it was ignited.

　　 For a seven-year-old boy, it's hard to say that he will be more brave than his performance.

"kill!"

　　 immediately fought like a thunder from the knight’s tongue, resounding once again on this blood-stained avenue.