Chapter 89 Prophecy?

Ping, the blades met, sparks flashed.

"It's incredible that you can survive in that place." Garland's voice was low, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

He swung his two swords left and right, ignoring the words.

Garland dodged sideways, holding the swords with both hands and pushed, leaning next to Cole, directly against his jaw.

He blocked it with his horizontal sword, but the opponent turned sharply and chopped at his thigh.

Cole jumped away with his feet tied. I heard the sound of wind in my ears, and a long sword passed by the corner of his cheek.

"Good dodge." Garland's sword came again, aiming at the weak point of Cole's armor between his ribs.

His swordsmanship was much more sophisticated than Cole's, looking for weaknesses everywhere to attack, as if there was a feeling of "water dance".

Cole fought with him for a few hands, but he was not at a disadvantage. With the Eye of Time, he could easily dodge ordinary attacks, but fighting three people in a row really overloaded him.

Fortunately, Garland's water dance did not last long. His moves changed and became more open and closed. He also chased the weakness, but the changes in the moves were not big.

Defense is not Cole's character. He took a few moves and instantly seized the opportunity to start a fierce attack. His style of play is a bombardment.

He avoided the opponent's killer moves again and again, and Garland also avoided his stabs and slashes again and again.

As if he had found some rules, Garland flexibly dodged left and right, and retreated after one move.

Garland held the sword with both hands and slashed to the left, but was slapped away by Cole's double swords.

He stabbed straight with a sword, but was blocked by Garland. He took advantage of the situation and swung another sword but missed, and his body fell half a step.

Garland took advantage of the situation and jumped up, and the sword made a straight slash.

Cole turned his wrist, held the sword back, and the sword body was close to his elbow, and went to meet it.

With a ding, the sword body broke. He quickly pulled his hand back.

Now, Cole only had one sword in his hand. He threw away the remaining broken sword and rubbed the other sword handle tightly with his chain gloves.

The two fought with their long swords for more than ten moves, and it was impossible to tell who would win.

Stab down, pick up, chop left and right.

The two breathed heavily and moved to look at each other.

He tried to strike with a sword, but was swung away by Garland. Cole used the force to turn around and quickly turned around, increased the force of the sword, raised his arm and chopped, Garland stepped back to avoid it, Cole attacked like rain, and he fought and retreated.

The Green Knight forced a sword from the side, Cole raised his hand to resist, but he didn't know that he was in a bad position. Garland's attack turned in an instant, and he fought and retreated again.

The two fought for a few rounds, and the turning point came in an instant. Garland retreated a little too slowly and was hit in the arm by a sword.

He groaned in pain and swung his sword hard to force Cole away.

Cole slashed with his sword again, and with a snap, the sword in Garland's hand flew out directly.

The defeat was obvious, Garland stroked his arm and retreated, without turning his head, but his eyes swept left and right.

But Cole picked up his sword, held it in his hand, threw it in the air, and the sword fell back to his feet.

Garland picked up the fine steel sword, lightly picked up the sword flower, leaned on one arm, and made a sword gesture.

Cole exhaled lightly, and the iron chain gloves rubbed the hilt and clenched his palm.

The two fought again, but Garland, who was injured in the arm, was no match for Cole.

He kept retreating, and kept retreating. Cole saw that he was struggling to hold on, but for a while he couldn't break his defense.

The heavy hooves kicked, and finally the people Garland had been waiting for for a long time arrived. Four or five cavalrymen came straight to Cole. Seeing this, Cole retreated quickly and walked towards his own side. Several cavalrymen behind him also met him.

The cavalry continued to fight on horseback, and Cole was shocked to see that Garland had been helped onto the horse.

His purpose was not to duel with Cole. At this moment, he could not see Brienne and Loras.

There were many horses without riders around him. He hurried to the nearest horse. Suddenly, he felt something strange behind him. He jumped to the left and rolled on the ground. A lance rider rushed over.

He quickly got up and ran forward, avoiding another charge. After getting close to the horse, he climbed on the horse's back and jumped on it. He held the reins tightly to adapt to the warhorse.

Although the battlefield was still chaotic, most of them were the cavalry that followed Cole. Some of the enemies died, some fled.

The cavalry rushed over in front of him. Seeing the engraving on his armor was a silver seahorse, Cole was not alert. However, he saw that the knight suddenly raised his sword when there were only a few steps left. It looked like he was coming with murderous intent.

Damn bastard, Velaryon wanted to kill him!

Cole dodged along his sword and passed by him. The man turned back and attacked again, but Cole blocked it with his gauntlet.

With a jerk of his longsword, the Velaryon knight's elbow was hit, and his entire hand was cut off. He screamed, but the longsword came again and pierced his chest.

Blood slowly flowed from the blood groove of the longsword. He pulled the longsword back from the corpse, shook the sword, and shook off the blood.

The battle was coming to an end, and Cole was careful to stay away from it.

This cavalry was just ordered by Stannis to take over out of thin air. It was unknown who could be trusted. Unless the Velaryon knight just now had a personal grudge against him, or the Earl of Tidehead wanted his life.

If he died on the battlefield, no one would blame Montford Velaryon.

It seems that the earl's hatred for him is much deeper than Cole thought. Originally, Cole was not afraid of offending them, because he knew that most of Stannis's minions would die in the Battle of the Blackwater.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is another fate waiting for him. The Battle of the Blackwater is the real dilemma.

But if the situation develops like this, can Stannis gather these remnants?

The white dragon circled in the air, but Renly could not be seen.

When the cavalry gathered around Cole, Cole called several knights wearing stag carvings and the pattern of the Bal Ammon family to his side.

There was turmoil in the Royal Forest, and for a while they could only mindlessly chase and kill the enemies in the Royal Forest.

Cole simply dispersed the cavalry and took dozens of cavalrymen from the Baratheon and Bal Ammon families with him.

The riot was not as simple as running away. Many people had become crazy.

In the Royal Forest, Cole and his men were attacked by several waves of people. Some people took advantage of the situation to make trouble. They were wearing mismatched armor, some with helmets, and some with plate armor, which looked like they were stripped from corpses.

The sky darkened, and Cole encountered a mob, which was difficult to resist and fled after being rushed by them.

A scout was exploring the way ahead, but saw a man reporting that there was a group ahead, which seemed to be a group of bandits.

Cole led his troops straight ahead. Generally, as long as the leader of the bandits was killed, the soldiers would quickly surrender. Cole had already gathered countless people along the way. But they were all settled on the spot, and a cavalry commander was sent to wait for the army in the rear to recruit them.

The fire in front was swaying, and a man with a deer helmet was seen next to a shadow. He was crawling and doing something.