Arthur dismounted and signaled his soldiers to hand over his sword.
Although this sword is a so-called ancestral sword, it is not durable.
After only three or four fights, the blade of the sword was already pitted and trembling in the sunlight.
When you have enough money, get a Valyrian steel sword.
Although the Valyrian steel swords in Game of Thrones sound very Dior, there are actually many of them.
The Mormonts of the Bear family, despite being so poor, all have a Valyrian steel sword named "Longclaw", not to mention other big families with a long history.
The dagger used to assassinate Bran belonged to King Robert, and was given away by Emperor Joffrey to a passer-by killer. This shows that some people really don't care about this thing, while others are obsessed with it.
(Littlefinger said that the dagger was his, which was obviously a lie. When there was James, the little devil always only bet on James to win, but Ed and his wife didn't hear it.)
The Lannister family didn't have one because during the Kingdom of Casterly Rock, Tommen II took the family's "Light Howl" to go out to play on the sea. The people on the road disappeared, and the sword disappeared with it.
It is known that the stock of corrugated steel swords in Westeros is more than 200, and they are still easy to obtain.
Santaga took his sledgehammer from his subordinate and sneered: "I hope you won't cry and beg for mercy."
"I hope your hammer is as hard as your mouth." Arthur held the sword in one hand and strode forward.
Santaga grinned at the subordinates around him, and they laughed too.
Because winning or losing seems obvious.
Santaga became the captain of Blackwood's soldiers by virtue of his strength, but the little lord opposite seemed to have nothing special to offer except his handsome face.
Some Bracken soldiers whispered behind:
"Is this Lord Arthur too libertine?"
"I also think that Andrew is more likely to win than him."
"Maybe it's a common problem among nobles, they like to be in the limelight."
"You don't understand this." A soldier said in a strange tone, "This is Lord Arthur's wisdom."
"How do you say that?" someone asked curiously.
"As long as Sir Arthur loses, can he let them go in an open and honest manner? Sir, I don't want to offend Blackwood. We are not on the North Shore all the time, but we are on the opposite side."
These soldiers did not watch Arthur's fight at the martial arts arena in Shili City, otherwise they would not be able to say such things.
The real owner, Arthur, heard what was said and didn't care.
How did these soldiers know that he was trying to prevent them from dying?
Santaga was ready, holding a hammer in both hands and walking towards the pretty boy he thought he was.
Arthur noticed the hammer in his hand that was slightly larger than his fist, and suddenly felt a little sorry for the sword in his hand.
This kind of sword is cheaper than armor, but it also costs two or three gold dragons.
If it was bent by a sledgehammer, he would not be able to find a suitable replacement for a while.
The half-hand swords normally equipped by soldiers are too small and light, and break after just two slashes. They are not suitable for a strong player like him.
Don't let the sledgehammer touch the sword, this is what Arthur is thinking now.
Santaga swung the sledgehammer and hit Arthur, and the poor little lord had to duck back.
However, Santaga's attacks were fast and accurate, causing Arthur to dodge one after another.
This made the Blackwood soldiers boo loudly.
Some of the Bracken soldiers also laughed secretly. Andrew turned around and glared a few times before the rear became quiet.
"Hey, boy, can you only dodge? Pick up your sword and fight me for a few rounds." Seeing Arthur's skillful dodge, Santaga deliberately irritated him with a few words.
Otherwise, he won't be able to beat Arthur, and when his energy is exhausted, he will lose.
"As you wish." Arthur faced Santaga's latest blow and rushed forward.
But instead of using a sword, he caught the hammer head with his leather-gloved hands.
The family heirloom sword was thrown to the ground by him.
Seeing this situation, the Blackwood soldiers laughed even more cheerfully.
Comparing strength with the hammer-wielding Santaga, isn't this lighting a lantern in the toilet - looking for shit?
Santaga smiled grimly, "This is your choice."
The development of the situation was even better than he expected. This pretty boy actually threw his sword and started wrestling with him.
He could already imagine Arthur being pinned to the ground and begging for mercy.
When the time comes, it will all work to take this little lord hostage, leave him, or replace him with the big enemy Brynden.
So he worked hard with his hands, trying to achieve success in one fell swoop.
"Suffer death!"
The Blackwood soldiers also cheered Santaga loudly, as if victory was right in front of them.
However, Santaga exerted all his strength to suck milk, and the picture he imagined did not appear.
On the contrary, the pretty face is calm and calm.
"Is this your ridiculous power?" Arthur mocked fiercely.
Then he exerted force from his calves to his waist and then to his upper arms at the same time, and actually raised the sledgehammer and Santajia together.
Then he grabbed the waist protector of this strong and muscular man with his right hand and lifted him above his head in one fell swoop.
Santaga couldn't use any strength and shouted in panic: "How is this possible? How can you lift something heavier than yourself?"
Most of the Blackwood soldiers were shocked and couldn't believe what they saw.
Santaga, who was famous for his strength, was actually lifted up alive.
Apart from the legendary Magic Mountain, do any humans really have such power?
Even Andrew, who had seen the fighting in the martial arts arena, was deeply shocked at this moment.
Lord Arthur actually has such magical power.
The Bracken soldiers behind were speechless.
Some soldiers were ashamed of their superficial views.
This handsome little nobleman is really powerful.
After Arthur raised it above his head, he slammed Santaga to the ground full of grass.
Fortunately, the ground was soft, and Santaga was secretly glad that he didn't fall badly.
But the next second, he didn't think so.
A black shadow rode on him.
"Do you know what my two favorite things are?" Arthur asked.
Santaga twisted like a maggot and tried to break away, but his body seemed to be made of iron and remained motionless.
After trying hard for a long time, Santaga felt that he couldn't get away, so he replied with a smile: "I don't know your hobbies, but I absolutely respect you."
"Riding horses and beating people." Arthur took off Santaga's mask, raised his right fist and struck him, "Just right, I think you can enjoy both."
Subsequently, Santaga's screams spread throughout the audience.
A rough, strong man's screams suddenly changed from rough to high-pitched after he was beaten hard by fists.
The soldiers from the two surrounding families firmly believed that they would never dare to face this Arthur Bracken in the future.
How terrifying is a man who can lift a strong man alive and beat his voice until it becomes deformed.
I guess only the legendary Magic Mountain can withstand such a fist.
Arthur only stood up after beating Santaga until he couldn't even hum.
He picked up Santaga's sledgehammer and asked more than a hundred Blackwood soldiers:
"Do you want to be touched gently by this sledgehammer, or do you want to surrender to me?"
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