Chapter 255 Stupidity is not a reason

"Lord Clay, this guy is Leonor Corbray, and the one next to him is his brother Lynn Corbray."

Kerrison raised the bloody sword tip and patted Lynn Corbray on the face, who was shaking with fear.

The latter tried his best to hide away, but two Mandalay family soldiers pressed his shoulders and made him kneel down in the mud. He couldn't hide even if he wanted to.

As for his brother, the Earl of Ansu City who fought until the end, he was seriously injured and was still cursing. Kristen, who was afraid of dirtying Lord Clay's ears, slapped him and fainted.

Clay has no intention of objecting to what Kerrison did. Prisoners have no human rights. How they live depends entirely on the mood of the person who captured him.

However, Clay had no intention of paying attention to the unlucky brothers immediately. A long sword held by Kristen and prepared to hand it to him caught his attention.

It's not that Clay has never seen a sword. How is that possible? He has killed many people with a sword.

But this one was different, because Clay felt some unusual aura on it.

That's the smell of magic.

Clay glanced at Kristen. This kid was also a demon hunter and was naturally very sensitive to magic. Although he didn't have this concept, he could still feel the difference in this sword.

Seeing Clay looking over, Kerrison immediately held up the sword.

Ignoring the blood-stained scabbard, Clay took it and drew the sword half an inch straight.

There was a crisp sound, and the sword blade with cold light appeared in Clay's field of vision. A slightly hot magical power rushed towards his face. In Clay's field of vision, the sword flashed with a faint red color. Light.

"Lord Clay, this is the family sword of the Corbray family, the Valyrian steel sword. It has a name: Lady Silence."

A tired voice told Clay the origin of the sword at the most appropriate time.

Clay didn't look back. Of course he knew who was speaking. There were only a few people in the entire army who dared to stand next to him at this time.

"Ser Brynden, do you recognize this sword?"

Clay played with it in his hand, and then handed the sword to Brynden Tully, who was standing behind him and had already cleaned the blood off his upper body.

This old knight of the Tully family, who was once the guard of the Blood Sect and had the title of Black Fish, had a look of emotion on his face.

He nodded and answered Clay's question:

"Yes, I recognize them. I had a pretty good relationship with these valley nobles before. After all, I was guarding the gate for them."

"When I was a guest in Heart City, this guy Lynn Corbray showed me this sword."

The old knight once thought that he would work as the guard of the Blood Gate until the day he went to meet the gods.

But he didn't expect that within a few years of peace, he would actually follow a young northern general to launch an attack on the valley people who were their enemies first.

Now, after a bloody battle, the main force of the Corbray family was almost wiped out, and the two Corbray brothers became prisoners.

Now that I think about it, things are really unpredictable. When I went to Xinsu City as a guest and tasted their salt and bread, how could I have imagined that such a day would come.

This is the reason why Sir Brynden Tully looked at the empty lady with a look of emotion on his face just now.

Clay is not that rare about this sword. To put it bluntly, in Westeros it is just a symbol to prove that your family has a long history and has no special function.

Essentially, it is a steel sword with relatively high statistics, but it cannot really fire out a flame with one swing of the sword.

What Clay is interested in is the magic above.

He has never seen this kind of magic. According to the original memory, this thing should be a special tool for the White Walkers. The thing contained inside should be fire magic that conflicts with the cold magic in the White Walkers.

But the interesting thing is here. Clay has met Melisandre. As the spokesperson of R'hllor, the magic power of this witch should be the same as that of R'hllor, the Lord of Light.

However, the fire magic that Clay felt was not the same thing as the fire magic attached to Lady Kongji's sword.

How to put it, an intuitive description is that R'hllor's divine power, in Clay's opinion, is like dancing in the fire, and he will be burned in the flames soon.

But the magic power on the edge of Lady Kongji's sword felt much gentler to Clay, like the warm afternoon sun, which felt a little comfortable when it shone on his body.

It's not on an experience channel at all.

This is strange.

Both sides have fire magic, so who is the orthodox one?

If there is such a concept between them.

There were many gods in the ancient Valyrian Empire. Balerion from the Black Death, Meraxes, and Galesos, whom Clay named his dragon, were all worshiped by Valyria. of gods.

They didn't recognize R'hllor for who he was.

If you think about it this way, there is a lot to discuss here.

The most direct question is, who is the source of the fire magic controlled by the Valyrian people?

All magic in the North points to the old gods. The White Walkers outside the wall are servants of the Cold God. Melisandre uses the power of R'hllor to preach everywhere. Except for Clay himself, all other magics have gods behind them. .

As for the fallen Valyrian Empire, they were able to communicate with and control dragons, and established a huge colonial empire, all relying on the fire magic in their blood that was close to the dragons.

Clay originally thought that the fire magic in Daenerys's veins was directed at R'hllor.

He didn't pay attention to this when he met Melisandre before. After being reminded by Lady Silence, Clay realized that Daenerys's Targaryen blood and the magical aura were related to this sword. The magic tastes similar.

They come from the same source, but are far removed from R'hllor's divine power.

If Clay hadn't been a demon hunter and was extremely sensitive to magic, it would have been impossible to notice this.

It is estimated that few people in the entire Westeros know about this matter. Those bachelors in the city with jingling chains hanging around their necks and claiming to be the embodiment of knowledge should really reflect on it.

Frowning fiercely, Clay could only suppress his curiosity that was about to fly into the sky. After all, he was at war now and had no time to investigate this matter.

This feeling of being forcibly interrupted reminded him vaguely of the feeling given to him by those indifferent authors who were well versed in the art of fragmentation when he was reading novels at a certain point in his previous life.

Suppressing his own surging memories, Clay shook his head, shook these irrelevant things out of his mind, and once again examined the Valyrian steel in his hand. It looked heavy, but was too light in hand. sword.

Okay, you've taken on the shape of my Clay Manderly.

As for whether the Corbray family would become mortal enemies with Clay Mandler because of this, he didn't care at all.

When you have the courage to oppose me, my friend, how long will Long Yan understand?

…

Clay had no time to think about the secret behind this steel sword named Mandalay, Lady of Silence Valeria.

He still has to deal with the brutal war that just ended.

The stench of corpses lingered on the tip of his nose, causing him to quickly throw away other thoughts and concentrate on the matter in front of him.

Previously, after he led the army to launch a general attack, the people in the valley collapsed in dignity, but the road was congested for too long, so the final result was very ugly.

At the end of the battle, the battle losses were calculated. The main force of the heavy cavalry led by Clay had lost a total of more than thirty people.

The Northern Army led by Ser Brynden Tully, because they withdrew from the battle in time, lost more than 300 people, reducing their strength by one-third.

As for the Southern Route Army led by the knight from the Vance family, the number of battle losses had reached a shocking level.

Of the one thousand riverland cavalry who attacked with him, there were only more than three hundred people left, including those who could live and breath a little more broadly.

In other words, in just half a day, he alone killed more than 600 people for Clay, and he was still a cavalryman that Clay regarded as a treasure.

Throughout the battle, this Lord of the Vance family made countless mistakes.

First of all, the most fatal thing is that this bastard lacked a sense of direction and dared to go on the road without navigation. As a result, he rushed directly into the opposite lane and collided with Brynden Tully who was driving normally on the other side.

After that, this confused idiot didn't even realize that he had made a mistake, and kept pushing forward, slamming on the accelerator. As a result, the problem that was solved by quickly settling the claim turned into a complete jam. .

At this point, he finally realized that something was wrong on his side, but then, he seemed to forget that he was an army commander. As a general, he was so panicked on the battlefield that he forgot how to command.

As a result, the Southern Route Army, which was still able to maintain its formation, suddenly suffered a huge loss of morale and organization after such a setback, and fell into a state of fighting independently.

However, in the one-on-one horse battle with the valley people, their training level and fighting will were far inferior to those of the river people on the opposite side, so they suffered a big loss.

If Clay's army had not relieved the siege in time, these thousand people would have been eaten alive by the valley people who were originally prey.

For someone like this who has harmed the army, Clay doesn't care who you are, there is no need to bring him back to Riverrun for a public trial.

To avoid long nights and long dreams, Clay ordered an immediate execution to comfort the souls of the soldiers who died in this battle.

After receiving this order, Kristen smiled ferociously without wiping the blood off his face. He picked up his sword and led his men to find the knight of the Vance family who had been put under control.

Seeing the murderous Krissen striding over, this man was still holding on to the last bit of luck. He felt that his family had great influence in the Riverlands. Clay Mandler, an outsider from the north, should not Will do something to myself.

Besides, I just fought a battle, and I didn’t lose this battle. Didn’t I win in the end?

At most, the loss on my side is a little bigger, but what does it matter? Anyway, those who died were commoners with no foundation, but no nobles were harmed.

On the contrary, he also captured two big nobles from the valley. It was only because of his own efforts to hold them back that Clay Manderly captured them alive.

Based on these, I should be fine.

the man thought.

However, when he was kicked to the ground by Krison who came over, and then dragged like a dead dog to the sergeant of the Southern Route Army who was silently licking his wounds, he understood what Clay was going to do.

This is going to cost him his life!

"I am a member of the Vance family! I am a knight and a noble. You, Clay Manderly, have no right to kill me!"

Clay didn't even look at him, and he didn't let Kerrison do it. He, Clay Mandler, could do this kind of thing, but Kerrison's identity was not enough.

His own power has taken shape. With his current power, no one dares to say no to him, but not Kristen. He is not a noble after all.

It was taboo in this era for civilians to kill nobles.

Therefore, this execution could only be carried out by Clay Mandler himself.

He took out the empty hand she had just received and raised it high above his head.

"I, Clay of the Mandalay family, in the name of the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, sentence you to death."

With a swing of the sword, the head fell to the ground.

Blood, very hot.

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