Game of Thrones: King of Harrenhal, starting with a blue hand stat panel

Chapter 84 The Death of the Little Sea Monster

The people of Lannisport had fallen into the trap of the experience that peace and tranquility were the norm.

Meanwhile, Rodrik and his Ironborn troops who attacked Seafront City also fell into another empiricist trap: they underestimated Seafront City.

First, Ironborn's raid on Lannisport was a great success, but it also prompted lords in other regions to strengthen their defenses.

Without the advantage of surprise attacks, we can only fight head-on.

Secondly, Iron did not anticipate that Earl Jason was a formidable and cunning opponent.

Third, Iron Seed did not expect that there would be a cavalry force rushing to the aid of Haijiang City, and that the Hean family of Herenburg would arrive so quickly to provide assistance.

These successive changes left Rodrik somewhat dizzy and disoriented, far exceeding his expectations.

"How is this possible?" Rodrik was somewhat surprised; the plot wasn't what he expected. "Damn it, why are there eagles and bats today?"

"It's them. That Bat Rider must be the brat from the River An family." Horace's lips twitched. This luck was truly incredible.

It was very convenient to recognize people on the battlefield; only the powerful lords had luxurious armor and warhorses.

Just like the Deer Clan's stag helmet and the Dragon Clan's dragon wing helmet, Rhaegar's breastplate with rubies.

Horace immediately noticed Count Jason's eagle-winged helmet and Arthur's bat-shaped helmet; they were simply too eye-catching.

Upon seeing these cavalrymen, Horace sensed that something terrible was about to happen.

In Tie Zhong's mind, the people of Sanhe were still a bunch of cowards, so it was very rare for them to dare to launch a direct attack today.

But Rodrik forgot that Jason, whom he had offended, was one of the few warrior lords in the Riverlands, and that Count Jason and Arthur were leading elite troops from the Three Rivers.

Moreover, with the Iron Throne as their support, the people of Sanhe are not really that afraid of the Ironborn.

With the ship midway through the river, Rodrik, carrying the Iron Seeds, had no choice but to continue his charge to the very end.

Only a few people, such as Rodrik, in the Iron race possessed warhorses; they all bought or robbed them.

The Iron Islands have barren land, making it impossible for cattle and sheep to survive, so there are very few cavalrymen.

If Rodrik had run away at this point, there might have been hope, but the pride of youth and the stubbornness of the sea monster made Rodrik persevere to the end.

Rodrik couldn't imagine how many people would mock him if his raid failed.

The Iron Race is a cruel people who have always hated the weak and have a masochistic tendency.

"Iron Legion, follow me!" Rodrik roared.

Although he was too impatient and arrogant, he still possessed the ferocious blood of the sea monster family.

"Long live the eagle!"

"Long live the bats!"

The cavalry of the Merlisent and Riveran families shouted their family battle slogans, and the five hundred cavalrymen formed a wedge formation and pushed forward mercilessly.

With its superior position, it swept through the enemy like a whirlwind.

Looking at the climbing iron, Arthur understood why Earl Jason had achieved such great success.

The terrain was simply too perfect for the defenders to sweep through, and with the addition of that hothead Rodrik, Ironborn was doomed to defeat.

Rodrik did not choose to launch a sneak attack or send out scouts. Instead, he swaggered up with a large group of men.

Iron was positioned right in the middle of the slope, putting himself in a do-or-die situation.

Unfortunately, in the original story, Count Jason's men were too few to expand his military achievements, but Arthur's arrival made up for this shortcoming.

"Long live the sea monster!" The Ironborn were in high spirits.

But the morale of the army in the Riverlands was equally high, with important figures like Earl Jason and Arthur River personally leading the charge to kill, and the terrain was naturally suitable for cavalry to chase and kill.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The longbowmen from the Three Rivers on the city wall first unleashed a volley of arrows, causing the Iron Seed troops to begin to loosen their grip somewhat.

"Long live the peace of the river!"

"Long live Haijiang City!" The riders charged in like iron fists.

Warhorses neighed, and banners of eagles and black bats fluttered in the wind.

The cavalrymen who poured out of the city gate brandished longswords, spears, or meteor hammers, ruthless and merciless.

If the armies of the seven kingdoms were to face each other in a normal battle, they should use long spear and shield formations to defend against cavalry.

However, most of the iron-type enemies carry longswords, battle axes, or hammers, so they have no choice but to grit their teeth and defend.

The battle has officially begun.

"Snap!"

Clayton's spear emitted a chilling light as it pierced the chest of an Ironborn.

"Long live the river! Long live the river!" Craton didn't even bother to draw his spear, but instead put on his meteor hammer and continued to hammer the iron.

The Ironborn truly lived up to their reputation as notorious and fierce bandits among the Seven Kingdoms, proving equally ruthless and tenacious in land battles.

The Ironborn wielded their battle axes, attacking warhorses or harassing knights.

A few unlucky knights fell off their horses and were beaten to death by the Ironborn.

Unfortunately, this is not the boarding action that the Ironhide are best at, and the difference in equipment and horses has amplified the Ironhide's disadvantages.

Rodrik watched as his men fell to the ground one by one, the earthen slopes of the Sea Frontier City turning muddy from the bloodshed, and his eyes turned red with rage.

But the course of the war was not something he could control.

The cavalry used their cutting and chasing abilities to continuously harvest iron.

Rodrik spurred his warhorse forward and attacked one of the knights from the Sea Frontier City.

"Die, you wretched dog of the Iron Islands!" The knight thought his moment to make a name for himself had arrived as Rodrik stepped forward.

Unfortunately, the knight's slash was at the wrong angle, and the longsword struck Rodrik's shield.

The knight was shocked and tried to draw his longsword, but he was too late.

"Die!" the little sea monster roared ferociously, then slashed at the knight with its longsword.

Rodrik cunningly closed the distance, his longsword striking a weak spot where the armor's seams met, drawing bright red blood.

Finally, the little sea monster's dagger pierced through the knight's armor under his armpit, ending his life.

Heavy armor is still very strong in terms of defense. If it weren't for the Valyrian steel sword, it would take a long time to find an opening.

The knight slumped onto his horse, which neighed and galloped away.

Having dealt with the knight, the little sea monster laughed heartily.

He saw the person with the most magnificent armor, but he wasn't from Haijiang City.

Instead, it is Arthur Hoan, the most famous young warrior in the Seven Kingdoms.

"Heras, Maren, you take some men and deal with Jason or that Knight Dane!" the little sea monster shouted, kicking the ball to his younger brother and best friend.

He originally wanted to duel Count Jason, but now he preferred to kill the masters of the yellow robes, the little bats of Harrenhal.

"Arthur, I know it's you! I will offer your life to the Drowning God!" Although Rodrik was reckless, he realized that he had fallen into a trap.

But even in this situation, the little sea monster still fantasizes that he can take down the human head.

"Earl Jason, Sir Lucas, you two cover the two sides, I'll attack Rodrik."

"good!"

Earl Jason and Sir Lucas each led an army, holding back Maren and Horace.

"Follow me, I want Rodrik's head!" Arthur said.

"Yes, sir!" Rosso, Clattenburg, Tritimo and others followed behind Arthur, and the most elite dozens of knights swept in like a black storm.

Rodrik only brought a few skilled guards with him.

Arthur, however, led an elite force; his three battle-hardened mercenary knights alone outnumbered the guards sent by Baron.

Baron is probably just a simpleton, always looking at the big picture but not the details, and he doesn't really have a high opinion of his son.

Last time I said goodbye to my father, this time I'm saying goodbye to my sons.

Rodrik roared, imagining himself as the once-powerful Dagon and Dalton, but unfortunately, he couldn't compare to these ruthless ancestors.

"I'm going to send you to meet the Drowning God!" Rodrik said.

"Arrogant!" Arthur smiled calmly. The yellow Highgarden horse, Flying Swallow No. 1, was far superior to the warhorses stolen by the Sea Monster family.

Although the little sea monster went first, it was Arthur who arrived first.

"Good!" the little sea monster said gruffly.

As Baron's son, the little sea monster also possessed extraordinary physical strength.

He wasn't an agile monster like his brother Theon; rather, he was a brute force monster, similar to Balon and his uncle Victarion.

Rodrik swung his longsword, and the two swords clashed together in the air, producing a sharp whistling sound.

Rodrik had always been proud of his strength and believed he could surpass his father and uncle, but he never expected to meet such a tough opponent.

"How is this possible?" Rodrik shouted in disbelief. He was an adult, how could he not be a match for a kid?

However, the impact of the clash of swords clearly told the little sea monster that its opponent's strength and speed were beyond those of an ordinary person.

Rosso, Tritimor, and Craton transform into garbage collectors, relentlessly hunting down the sea monster's guards.

Rosso's longsword, Craton's flail, Tritimo's spear.

Using the momentum of their warhorses, the three men inflicted damage on Iron with each attack, in addition to the elite knights accompanying Arthur.

The little sea monster's guards and followers lay sprawled on the ground, some with their heads smashed, some with their chests pierced, and some with their arms cut off.

"Damn it, how could this happen?" Beads of sweat dripped down Rodrik's face; death had truly arrived.

With the Ironborn struggling to survive, his reckless heroism has only led to his demise.

Horace and Maren wanted to come to their aid but were unable to do so, as they were entangled in a fierce battle with their opponents.

"Die, little bat." Rodrik continued to swing his longsword, unleashing the brute force within him.

He thought he could exploit Arthur's weakness and take one with him before he died.

Rodrik, however, failed to find such a flaw.

On the contrary, his arm muscles gradually became sore due to the fast and fierce attacks.

"I'll make you regret coming here!" Arthur's swordplay was incredibly fast, moving left and right, high and low.

Rodrik watched as longswords rained down on him, powerless to retaliate.

Rodrik could not imagine that a longsword could have such complex variations, sometimes even strokes of genius.

Such swordplay made Rodrik begin to regret coming to Sea Frontier City.

Arthur's stats are too high, and with a pro player like Sir Lucas as a practice partner, and occasionally a living legend like Sir Barristan as a mentor, there are things Rodrik lacks in every aspect.

The little sea monster possessed innate brute strength, but his combat experience and skill level were far inferior.

Once the little sea monster's advantage in strength vanished, his defeat was inevitable.

Rodrik wore leather armor with some plate armor; for ease of movement, he did not choose the tin can armor like the Knights of the Reach.

This kind of equipment resulted in him being injured on more surfaces.

"Pfft!" Sword wounds appeared on the little sea monster's arms, cheeks, and neck, and the bright red blood gave him a bloody smell.

Red rain is falling; it is red blood.

Rodrik let out a desperate animal-like roar and stabbed with his last bit of strength.

"Snap!" His longsword was knocked away by Arthur.

Then came another sword strike, and Rodrik's sword-wielding hand flew up with the momentum of the sword, his entire arm writhing.

The warhorse galloped forward one more step, and Arthur's sword, which slit the little sea monster's throat, bestowed upon him eternal mercy!

"The little sea monster is dead!"

"The little sea monster is dead!"

"The one who killed the traitor Rodrik Greyjoy is Arthur Hoan, the Dark Knight!"

Rosso dismounted and cut off the head of Baron's eldest son.

The head was impaled on a spear, and the entire scene was filled with the aura of death.

"The one who killed the traitor Rodrik Greyjoy was Arthur of House River, the Dark Knight!"

The knights' shouts thundered across the battlefield, louder than the tolling of bells.