From a hired knight to a master of Game of Thrones

With a roar, Liam rode off on his horse, sword in hand, to meet Theodore, who was clearly the leader.

He was chosen by Sir Keller not only because of his exceptional talent.

Their loyalty to the Seven family has also stood the test of time.

Liam knew he couldn't afford to be cowardly; behind him was a group of unarmed civilians.

If we take a step back, we'll find the ground littered with corpses.

The soldier beside him, Seven, also turned red-eyed and slashed horizontally with his long sword.

The two free riders exchanged another glance, and the moment the fence broke open, they both rode away on horseback.

Liam caught a glimpse of the two fleeing figures out of the corner of his eye and immediately cursed angrily:

"What a cowardly coward who's afraid of death!"

Theodore glanced at the two fleeing knights and chuckled mockingly.

"You may call them cowards, but survival is the most important thing."

But soon, his smile faded.

Because the two free knights' escape route was blocked by several raiders.

This forced the two free knights to fight several raiders.

After all, they were free knights selected by Sir Keller who possessed considerable ability.

Not long after.

The two free knights were wounded, but they also killed three raiders.

They then successfully escaped the encirclement of the raiders.

Theodore parried Liam's powerful sword strike with his blade, muttering a curse under his breath:

"What a bunch of useless trash!"

The blade grazed the spine of the sword, sending sparks flying.

Theodore thrust his blade straight at Liam's face, roaring angrily:

"Matto, Killian! Come and join us in slaughtering these Northern bastards!"

Upon hearing this, two exceptionally strong men on horseback charged from both sides in the next second.

A gleaming, broad-backed iron sword came slashing down.

Liam spun around and blocked.

The blade barely deflected the slash that came from the side.

Just then, a barbed iron chain instantly wrapped around the hind legs of his warhorse.

The iron spikes pierced deep into the flesh, and blood instantly stained the horse's legs.

The warhorse let out a mournful neigh.

Immediately afterward, the warhorse kicked wildly in pain, causing Liam's body to sway from side to side.

"Go to hell!"

Theodore roared and thrust his longsword straight at Liam's neck.

Matteo's broad-backed iron sword followed closely behind, slashing towards his left hand.

Liam gripped the reins tightly, and taking advantage of the horse's frantic movements, slashed his iron sword through the air.

when!

His fatal thrust was met with a slash to the arm from Matteo's broad-backed iron sword.

Fortunately, he was protected by an arm guard.

Liam only felt the pain for a moment.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, swinging his iron sword backhand to graze Matteo's neck, drawing a line of blood and forcing the other man to retreat in a panic.

"Fool, kill his horse first!"

Theodore muttered a curse.

Except for his helmet, Liam wore plate armor on the rest of his body.

Plate armor is made from a single piece of forged steel, a complex process that results in high costs.

However, it can effectively defend against slashes, piercings, and blunt force, and is difficult to penetrate by ordinary swords, arrows, or even battle axes.

On the battlefield, cavalrymen wearing plate armor were practically "mobile fortresses," making it difficult for ordinary people to inflict fatal damage on them.

Plate armor can be considered the top-tier equipment for knights and nobles.

However, a full set of plate armor weighs about 25-30 kilograms, which limits the wearer's mobility.

After dismounting, it is difficult to move quickly, and you may even trip and be unable to get up.

Some combat plate armors, even those designed specifically for martial arts competitions, emphasize extreme protection and can weigh as much as 41-46 kilograms.

Although Liam's plate armor is of average quality, it is still plate armor after all.

It is sufficient to defend against attacks from ordinary swords and knives.

Just then, the iron chain that was wrapped around the warhorse's hind legs was pulled sharply.

The warhorse was in so much pain that its hind legs buckled and it collapsed to its knees.

Liam was thrown off and crashed heavily into the mud.

His iron sword slipped from his hand, a tightness gripped his chest, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

Theodore and his two companions rode up and surrounded them.

Theodore looked down at him with a cruel smile on his face:

"You Northern bastard, die!"

As he spoke, he spurred his horse, bent down, and chopped at Liam's head.

Liam's pupils contracted sharply.

In the face of death, he suddenly raised his left arm and used the arm guard to block the attack!

"when--!"

The deafening clang of metal striking metal made his eardrums ring, and the immense force traveled through his arm armor and throughout his body.

Liam felt a sweet, metallic taste rise in his throat.

Just as Killian, holding the barbed iron chain, retracted it, he was about to swing it out again to snatch Liam's head away.

"not good!"

He was startled by the sound of wind behind him and tried to turn his head to avoid it.

But the hidden sword came extremely fast.

It grazed his neck.

A head rolled to the ground, looking bewildered and helpless.

"court death!"

Theodore, who was standing nearby, was both shocked and furious upon seeing this.

He turned his horse around, his long sword pointing directly at the suddenly appearing Don Quixote, the cruel smile on his face turning into a ferocious grin.

Don Quixote ignored him and turned to look at the marketplace.

In sight, dozens of mounted raiders galloped freely throughout the market.

The sounds of horses' hooves, shouts of battle, and cries of agony mingled together.

The commoners who were picking through goods, drinking ale, and guarding their stalls were now all prey fleeing in all directions.

In their panic, someone knocked over a beer barrel, and the amber-colored beer mixed with the dirt spread, quickly mingling with the smell of blood.

Some people, clutching their money bags, tried to hide deeper into the shed, but were tripped by the robbers' horses and instantly hacked to death.

"It seems this employment assignment will have to end ahead of schedule," Don Quixote thought to himself.

After what happened tonight, it's unlikely anyone will dare to come to Seven Market again!

Even if the Seven family sends a large number of troops to protect them, it is impossible to regain their popularity in the short term.

Besides, why would the Seven family send a large number of troops to guard this not-so-important trading market?

Market towns are scarce in the North, partly because the harsh and extreme climate is unsuitable for Northerners to travel and engage in trade, and partly because most Northern nobles value honor over commerce.

It's just a simple deduction, but the Seven family will be furious afterward!

There may be a localized war.

But this trading market will definitely be completely shut down.

"Go to hell!"

Theodore was distracted by the enemy who suddenly appeared before him.

This blatant disrespect immediately enraged him.

Theodore swung his sword wildly, but Don Quixote nimbly dodged it.

At that moment, Matteo also launched a sneak attack from the side, brandishing his knife.

Don Quixote thrust his sword forward.

Swords and blades clashed.

Matteo was so shocked by the force that his arm went numb, and his broad-backed iron sword almost fell to the ground.

He stared in horror at the lean young man before him:

"This guy is at least twice as strong as me!"

"Being distracted during a fight is not a good habit!"

Taking advantage of Matteo's momentary distraction, Don Quixote spurred his horse to the right.

With a single strike, he cleaved Matteo's leather armor, knocking him off his horse.

Name: Don Quixote

[Identity: Knight]

【Spirit: 2.13】

[Qi and Blood: 3.23]

After consuming a bag of Cold Spirit Rice, Don Quixote's Qi and Blood value reached 3.23, and his Spirit also broke through the bottleneck of 2.

His blood and energy are three times that of an ordinary person, meaning his overall quality is three times higher than that of an ordinary person.

However, the difference in combat power is far more than three times.

Especially after his mental value broke through 2.

Their perception and comprehension abilities also suddenly improved significantly.

These two factors combined.

It's fair to say that he could easily defeat five versions of himself from a month ago.

Or rather, he is now confident that he can defeat Sir Keller's superb swordsmanship, the swordsmanship honed on the battlefield!

next second!

Don Quixote thrust his sword forward again, deflecting Theodore's relentless attack.

"You're the only one left!"

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