Game of Thrones: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

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The waitress in the tavern was held here with heavy chains on her hands and feet. The door of the cell was also very strong, and it was almost impossible to open it forcibly except with a key.

Phoo~

The fire in the corridor flickered and dimmed, and there was no sound in the surroundings.

At this moment, a slight movement came, and the barmaid raised her head slightly, and then she saw a looming figure not far away walking in this direction.

"grown ups."

A soldier stepped forward and said something in a low voice, but was caught off guard by being shot directly into the throat with a short knife.

puff.

Blood was sprayed on the wall, and the corpse was gently hugged by the visitor and placed on the ground, without much movement.

The red-haired woman saw this scene, her eyes condensed slightly, she knew that her companion had come to save herself.

However, I don't know why, there is no joy in her heart, but a feeling of anxiety is fermenting.

When the barmaid was upset, the black shadow reflected by the firelight disappeared from her gaze at some point, leaving only a corpse lying quietly on the cold ground.

But the next second.

The sound of taking out a bunch of keys suddenly rang above the head of the barmaid.

The woman had just been a little distracted, and suddenly heard the sound of this close at hand, she suddenly raised her head slightly in surprise, and a dark shadow was blocking her from the fire on the corridor wall.

At this moment, the person has torn off the face with a scar, revealing the cheeks of the mercenary'Miguel' from Telosi below, and there is a touch of unbearable fatigue in a pair of pale blue eyes. .

"You came."

And just as he took out the key to open the lock, a calm voice rang from behind him.

"Um."

'Miguel' subconsciously nodded slightly.

But even after realizing that this sentence did not come from the companion in front of him, the other party also looked behind him with wide eyes in shock.

"Who?"

Miguel felt cold all over for an instant, then quickly turned around and looked behind him.

A familiar figure was standing not far from him and looking at him quietly. His long silver-gold hair was tied with a hair tie, and his own figure was reflected in his eyes.

The visitor was Viselis, who was assassinated by him during the day, with the soldier's corpse lying on his feet at the moment. Viselis looked down at the corpse and exhaled softly.

This is a familiar face, followed him to Pantos, but he did not expect to die here.

"His name is Judd."

"Followed by my side many years ago."

Immediately, Veserys raised his head again and spoke.

On the other side, ‘Miguel’’s eyes were also shocked, and he couldn’t help taking a step back and glanced at his companion.

The two of them looked at each other, and there was a feeling of seeing a ghost.

"You shouldn't be alive."

Then ‘Miguel’ turned his head and looked at Viselis with piercing eyes, holding the cold iron window with one hand, and said in a hoarse voice.

He didn't expect to be able to see Visiris, he smeared his short knife with strong scorpion tail venom before this assassination.

Once this poison enters the heart, it is bound to die, but before it was necrosis of the muscles of the whole body, the wound was bleeding, and even the maggots were reluctant to approach the wound.

Now that most of the day has passed, Viselis should have been bloodied to death no matter how he counted it, and it is impossible to stand in front of his eyes.

However... seeing is believing, Viselis is really standing in front of them, and is walking in their direction.

"Yeah, maybe I shouldn't be alive."

"But maybe your **** of a thousand faces wants me to be alive?"

Veserys spoke in a calm voice, and walked over slowly at the same time.

tread.

tread.

Visiris's footsteps were clear in the silent cell.

step.

Another step.

"Korhall's black goat god? The night lion of Yidi? Or a stranger in Westeros."

The God of Thousand Faces is the God of Death. The believers who believe in the God of Thousand Faces believe that all the gods in the world are just different faces of the same god. Therefore, almost all the gods in the world are enshrined in the Black and White Courtyard.

And ‘Miguel’ watched Visiris walk over, and couldn’t help taking a step back.

Clang.

Then he drew a dazzling stabbing sword from his waist.

He held the sword in his right hand, his broken left hand was behind him, and he assumed the fighting pose of a water dancer, with the tip of the sword pointed straight at the silver-haired boy who was gradually walking in in front of him.

The stabbing sword of the Faceless was only less than a foot away from Veserys' chest.

And Viselis finally stopped at this time, and his lavender eyes looked at the opponent's cheeks quietly.

I don't know why the Faceless Man suddenly felt a little unconfident in his right hand holding the sword, and even the palm of his hand was slightly oozing cold sweat.

If placed on weekdays, ‘Miguel’ has sufficient confidence that he can pierce the opponent’s heart directly within this distance.

but now...

Time freezes slightly for a second.

Immediately, the Faceless One suddenly violent without warning, just like the previous sudden assassination disguised as the Prince of Tattered Clothes without warning.

But last time Viserys didn't have any defense, and this time the world's top killer faced Viserys head-on.

The dazzling stabbing sword tore the air and pierced it out, trying to pierce Visiris's heart, but the silver-haired boy avoided slightly sideways with an incredible reaction speed.

‘Miguel’ once watched Visiris and the Devil Mountain battle, he knew that Viselis reacted very quickly.

However, now that the roles are reversed, he has become the position of the magic mountain facing Visiris head-on, and he knows how stressful it is to face such an enemy.

In the feeling of the Faceless, it was almost that his wrist had just moved slightly and the sword was about to stab out, and Veselis had already thought about where his sword was going to stab, and then he moved almost in sync with his sword. open.

Magic Mountain also felt the same way at the time ~www.novelmt.com~ was extremely frustrated.

brush!

At such close range, the faceless man's sword pierced the air.

Next second.

The long sword around Veserys's waist was also unsheathed, and the sound of metal collision rang, and the two fought each other.

Clang clang--

And the sound of the last click was even louder.

clang!

The narrow stabbing sword in the hands of the Faceless was broken in the next collision with the dusk, and the tip of the sword was cut off and flew out.

At the same time, there was a ray of blood blooming, and half of his arm fell to the ground, blood spurting out.

The Faceless Man let out a painful muffled sound, and then rolled back.