Chapter 117 Look, there is a wild regicide there

Clay Mandler took one of his personal guards, Krissen, and launched a charge after the forward blocked all the Lannister troops within the valley mouth.

The key to this battle is to be quick. When the opponent is suddenly attacked and panicked, he can overwhelm the opponent in one fell swoop without giving the opponent any time to organize his formation and wait for an opportunity to break out.

The Lannister army is elite, so Clay gives them the treatment of elites, and he himself fights elites!

Among the entire army, he had the highest status. When the attack plan was first formulated, many nobles stopped Clay from going to the battlefield.

They said one thing after another, killing people in a duel is not considered killing, and a night attack on Twins City is not a battlefield for an army or something like that.

In short, in their opinion, Clay was still in his teens and his physical strength had not yet reached its peak. Moreover, he was the commander of the army and the maker of all subsequent offensive plans.

If he had an accident, how would he fight the rest of the battle?

Clay initially felt that what they said made sense. Although his hands were itchy, when the Battle of Virgin Valley began, he stayed at the command position on the hillside.

On the battlefield, a sword with him is not much, and a sword without him is a lot.

However, when his eyes were attracted by the golden-red Lannister army at the front, he knew that he might really have to charge.

The northern troops who rushed into the valley fell one after another in front of the Lannister cavalry of about a hundred people. Not only did these people have superb equestrian skills and excellent swordsmanship, but also the equipment on their bodies and the cloaks on their backs. Much stronger than other Lannisters.

Damn, this is the real elite.

There is a limit to human bravery. When more than a dozen northern cavalrymen fell to the swords of these Lannister cavalry in a short period of time, the northern cavalrymen who came up from behind did not choose to charge into the formation again, but Go around them and choose to charge the other Lannister troopers behind them.

They want to separate this unpalatable mass of Lannister from the others. It doesn't matter if they can't chew it for the time being. They can surround it first.

However, they underestimated the courage of this group of Lannister who were on the front line of the charge of the Northern Army. Seeing that no one was attacking them, they actually launched a charge towards the northern exit of Virgin Valley under the shout of one person.

Because of the special terrain at the mouth of the valley, neither side could increase their horse speed. Therefore, these more than a hundred Lannisters fought a fierce hand-to-hand battle with the Northern Army at the mouth of the valley.

As for their blockade, no matter who wins or loses, within a short period of time, the hundreds of people outside the valley will be unable to rush in, which adds a little more variability to the war.

Just like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, it is still jumping around, trying to stay away from the butcher's knife raised high by people.

This is not okay, Clay will never allow such variables to occur!

After realizing the problem, he looked at the three hundred elites behind him. This was a powerful assault force he selected from the Northern Army to attack the stubborn local fronts.

Now, it's time for them to come into play!

"Soldiers in the north, have you seen the Lannister at the foot of the mountain? They still want to resist. Thinking of using their swords like girls to block our attack, can we agree?"

Riding on his horse, Clay shouted to his reserve team.

His answer was a thunderous roar:

"cannot!"

With a clang, Clay's long sword was unsheathed, and he issued an order:

"Then follow me and cut down all these Lannister bastards in the West."

"Northern Legion, charge!"

Clay kicked the horse in the belly, and the horse he dismounted neighed, raised its hooves, and accelerated down the mountain with his master.

"Quickly, follow your commander!"

Earl Hornwood, who was also in the team, was anxious. How could this guy be so reckless? He led all the reserve teams to charge at the slightest disagreement. He was the reserve team as promised. Could his name have anything to do with what he was doing?

Behind Clay, three hundred reserves immediately followed him and rushed down the hillside, attacking towards the stubborn rock near the exit of Virgin Valley that blocked the Northern Legion from entering quickly.

The horses' hooves were like thunder. Obviously, Clay's charge also aroused the ideas of these people. From Clay's perspective, about thirty or forty Lannis broke away from his opponent and pointed the horse's head at himself.

Since it was impossible for them to charge at Clay from the bottom up, they each held their own weapons and lined up their horses' heads, ready to face Clay's attack. A frontal impact.

The Virgin Valley itself is not big, and it only takes two minutes for the horses to charge from Clay's command position to the central valley.

Approaching the Lannister cavalry line, Clay already understood their plan. He wanted to rely on his superior equipment to withstand his own attack, because more than a hundred Lannister troops were huddled together. I'm afraid the effect of my own impact will be compromised.

Beautiful thought!

A sarcastic sneer appeared on Clay's lips, and he increased his horse speed again. At the same time, he printed a sigil on his palm and put a Quen shield on himself.

Isn't it a basic operation to set up a shield before fighting?

"Krison, get ready, Alder!"

He shouted to Krissen next to him, who understood clearly. You Lannister thought you could stop me by placing a row of tin cans in front of me. You really thought too much!

When they got closer, Clay and Cresson could clearly see the nervous faces of the Lannister soldiers opposite.

Clay heard someone in the Lannister formation yelling:

"Hold on!"

To this, Clay had only one response. He raised his left hand...

Two shocking sounds resounded throughout the battlefield. The nearly ten Lannister soldiers closest to them flew up, and their horses staggered.

Clay rushed in from this breach, like a hot knife cutting through butter, his advance was extremely smooth.

What else is there to say? The two Alder Signs were superimposed and released almost face-to-face, producing such a shocking effect. The defense line carefully constructed by the Lannister Army was as fragile as paper.

The huge hand half-sword swung like a swift poisonous snake, accurately tearing open the main artery in the neck of a passing Lannister cavalryman.

Lannister soldiers are all armored, but the connection between the helmet and body armor is the weakest defense.

Regardless of whether there is armor protection or not, it is all a matter of sword.

As a veteran who has mastered the abilities of a witcher, Clay is able to use his magic efficiently. One shot of Quen, followed by another shot of Alder, and he can do another shot in a short time.

Perhaps he was lucky. Just when he was about to break through the Lannister formation, the Quen sigil on his body was cut through and turned into flying golden debris.

The eyes of the Lannister soldier who slashed him went straight. Although he couldn't rub his eyes with the sword in his hand, he still blinked hard, thinking that he was hallucinating.

He clearly saw that his sword had struck hard at the boy from the North who rushed in first, but why was there nothing wrong with him?

However, he had no chance to think about it anymore. Severe pain came from his throat. A Northern Cavalry who followed him neatly separated his throat.

With a fierce collision, a Lannister cavalry was thrown off his horse. Clay's front was suddenly empty. The war horse, carrying him, had completely passed through the Lannister flank defense.

Behind him, more northern cavalry rushed in through the gap opened by him and Cresson, cutting the small group of Lannister troops into two pieces.

He, Clay Manderly, led the cavalry and penetrated the enemy's formation!

Stationed on the hillside on the east side, Kristen, covered in blood, nervously guarded Clay. Clay heard his breathing.

"Are you okay?"

Clay asked, his eyes scanning over his personal bodyguards. Logically speaking, with the protection of Quen's seal, if he wasn't too unlucky, he shouldn't be injured, right? Well...it's a minor injury at most.

"No, it's just... I'm just a little nervous."

The young guard replied, looking at his master who looked like he was fished out of bloody water, and his heart was full of reverence.

When he rushed to the front of the Lannister army, looking at the opponent's strict and orderly formation, Kristen couldn't help but think of retreating and going around from both sides.

But his master did not hesitate to use the Alder Seal to blast away the opponent's defense. To be fair, in that environment, Kristen himself would never have thought of it.

Clay didn't know what his bodyguard was thinking, because his eyes were attracted by a man in the Lannister army who was protected by a small group of red cavalry.

If I read it correctly, isn't that the regicide?

Clay had met Jaime Lannister when he was in Winterfell, but at that time, he was just a small heir to the northern nobles. How could he interact with the noble eldest son of Lord Tywin?

In this Lannister cavalry entrapment plan, Clay could not guarantee that Jaime Lannister would come up with the cavalry stupidly like in the battle in the Whispering Forest.

The main goal of this ambush was to completely wipe out the Lannister cavalry and make them lose their mobility. As for Jaime Lannister, how could he run back to the West if the cavalry was gone?

But unexpectedly, in a different battlefield, in this little-known Virgin Valley, Clay actually included Jaime Lannister.

After squinting for a while, Clay discovered that Jaime Lannister's combat prowess was quite strong. His swordsmanship was beyond words. A long sword was in his hand, and the Northern Cavalry who could fight with him, He soon discovered the flaw and stabbed him with his sword.

Gee, it’s still a tricky idea?

Clay had the idea to give it a try, because he no longer needed to command the battlefield. After he led his men to break through the Lannister army formation blocking the north valley entrance, there were less than a hundred left. The human Lannister army can no longer withstand the impact of the Northern Army.

They began to retreat continuously, but the two thousand Lannister troops in the center had already squeezed into a big pile. The main force of more than three thousand Northern Army troops on both sides of the valley saw the right opportunity and rushed from the heights. Down.

In Clay's eyes, the two thousand Lannister troops now have no formation at all. They are completely fighting on their own. The consequence of this going on is that they will be harvested one by one by the Northern Army.

At the mouth of the valley on the south side, I can already see the flag of the Glover family, which means that the last link of the encirclement has been completed.

It can be said that these two thousand Lannister troops are now in a desperate situation with no way to survive.

Therefore, Clay can now do whatever he wants and meet the famous Kingslayer Jaime Lannister in person.

In the original battle in the Whispering Forest, this kid realized that there was nothing he could do and charged towards Robb Stark with all his strength. As a result, both Earl of Karstark's sons died to protect Robb, which also indirectly caused the subsequent The departure of House Karstark.

But now, Robb is no longer on this battlefield at all, and there are no nobles around Clay to serve as his bodyguards. Now, he is very free.

"Krison, do you see that guy with the golden lion helmet? The one in that gang of Lannister protectors?"

Clay pointed at the Kingslayer at the foot of the hillside and shared his location with Kristen.

After searching for a long time, Kristen found the person pointed by the young master and nodded.

"I saw the young master!"

"That's the Kingslayer, Lord Tywin's precious son. What do you think? Do you dare to challenge him with me and capture the Kingslayer from his horse? Doesn't it sound great?"

After hesitating for less than a second, Kerrison nodded immediately. The blood in his body seemed to be ignited. It was exciting to think that an ordinary Mandalay side branch had the opportunity to fight the Kingslayer head-on.

Moreover, it doesn't matter if you can't beat him. Which one of Quinn, Alder and Igni can't turn the tide of the battle?

However, if you can compete with swords, then compete with swords. If you cheat on this kind of thing, wouldn't it be boring?

Just do what you said. At this time, many northern cavalry who had just broken through the military formation had gathered around the two of them. Seeing their commander stationed here, they all followed.

While restoring his power, Lord Hornwood looked at the two young men fished out of the blood in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Young people nowadays are really ruthless, and they dare to face the charge of a large army for the first time on the battlefield.

They had just seen the scene where Clay and Kristen released the Seal of Alder, but the action of releasing the Seal was too inconspicuous on the battlefield, and magic did not exist among ordinary people at all, so they None of them thought in this direction.

"Lord Clay, we are waiting for your orders!"

Earl Hornwood said something, and the cavalry who followed behind them had already formed a charging formation behind the commander.

They are the sharpest knives on the battlefield. With just one charge, they can cut through the strongest defense line of the Lannister army.

Now, they are all waiting for Lord Clay Mandler, who is leading their charge, to choose the next target of the attack.

"Come on, let's meet the Regicide for a while!"

The war horse accelerated again, and Clay led his army and rushed towards the location of the Kingslayer Jaime Lannister.

It was time to perform a duel between generals. Thinking of this, Clay's brain became a little excited, and then he gave himself a shot of Quen's Seal.

Ah, I feel more relieved now, go!