Chapter 151 "Lament" "Ms. Loneliness"

Chapter 151 "Lament" - "Lady of Emptiness"

The speed is very fast and the attack is tricky enough.

Imon waited for the opportunity and chose to face the opponent head-on. He swung his sword to meet the attack.

In an instant, the green and silver-gray collided, and the crisp sound spread throughout the hall.

Clang!

Imon did not move at all, and still had the strength to chop down.

Cohen's face changed drastically. Feeling the force transmitted by the sword, his arms were numb from the shock.

However, a surprising scene happened.

Cohen took several steps back, and the "Lady of Emptiness" in his hand was intact.

On the other hand, the rune giant sword raised in the air had a gap as big as a thumb on the blade.

The two people in the field were stunned at the same time.

"Huh?"

Imon frowned. It was really unexpected.

The rune giant sword was engraved with the "solid" rune, and its durability was comparable to that of a door panel.

In the confrontation that it was best at, it actually smashed a gap.

Cohen's eyes were solemn, and his mind was full of thoughts.

The characteristics of Valyrian steel are that it is lighter and stronger, and after being forged into a weapon, it is also sharper.

In the past duels, "Lady of the Void" broke the opponent's long sword several times by taking advantage of the situation.

That feeling was like a ceramic cup falling to the ground and breaking with a snap.

But this time, the rune giant sword seemed to be wrapped in a layer of cork, and it was dull when it was cut.

"Come again!"

Aemon noticed something was wrong and became serious.

"Ah!!"

Cohen shouted and attacked the weak point fiercely.

He wanted to completely break the opponent's giant sword.

Clang!

The rune giant sword fell from the front, and the gap hit the blade of "Lady of the Void" squarely.

As expected, the broken area was larger, and a crack ran through the palm-wide green sword body.

Cohen's eyes were astonished, and he quickly pulled back "Lady of the Void" stuck in the gap.

The opponent did not stop, as if deliberately exposing a flaw.

Aemon's eyes were deep, and he repeatedly looked at the broken wound of the rune sword.

He had missed it just now, but he got the feeling this time.

When the two swords collided, subtle changes occurred.

The "Solid" rune worked, but was broken by "Lady of the Void".

"Valyrian steel contains more magic."

After Aemon thought deeply, he suddenly realized.

The "Solid" rune is a kind of magic, which is based on the special material of the bronze bell to give magic.

The structure is too rough.

Valyrian steel is the painstaking work of countless fire wizards and blood wizards during the peak period of ancient Valyria.

In terms of material and forging technology, it has formed a cross-era crushing.

After all, the ancestors are stronger than the children of the forest and the giants, the Andals are stronger than the ancestors, and the Valyrians are stronger than all races.

From this point of view, it is necessary to get a Valyrian steel longsword.

Aemon figured it out, with a faint smile on his face, and there was no effect at all.

Anyway, he is a two-handed swordsman, and the rune sword is just a substitute.

If it breaks, it breaks. The materials can still be recast.

He is quite open-minded.

The onlookers were talking about all kinds of things.

Cohen was delighted when he saw the situation, and an idea came to his mind.

It seems that he can win!

Based on the principle of taking advantage of his weakness, he rushed forward and swung his sword repeatedly.

Clank! Clank!

Imon countered the moves, which was a little unpleasant.

The opponent seemed to have a chivalrous spirit, but his fighting style was indeed a bit dirty.

Without armor, he was somewhat restrained.

In the tournament, once the iron can was pierced, there was no need to defend at all.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he could not be exposed.

"Prince, I'm sorry."

Cohen played with confidence, found the right opportunity, and slashed at the rune giant sword with thousands of holes.

"Lady of the Void" drew a cold light and fell like a broken bamboo.

"Get out!"

Imon was calm, with his legs slightly bent, and swung the sword upward from bottom to top.

The emerald and silver-gray collided in mid-air.

Clang!

A crisp sound was heard, and Cohen's chest felt stuffy, and a mouthful of fishy sweetness surged into his throat.

His ten fingers twitched violently, and the "Lady of the Void" flew out of his hand.

It rotated 360 degrees in mid-air and stuck on the fish beam wood door frame of the Moon Gate.

Wow!

The whole audience was shocked and stared at the still trembling "Lady of the Void".

The Valyrian steel longsword trembled continuously, making a buzzing sound like water dripping through stone.

"What a great strength."

Jeyne's eyes sparkled.

When Rhaenyra heard it, her face blushed inexplicably.

On the other side.

Aemon's eyes were calm, staring at the half-remaining rune sword.

The emerald sword body broke in the middle, and the blade was covered with large and small gaps.

The other half of the sword body fell on the white marble floor, broken and flew out in the collision just now.

"Hoohoohoo..."

Cohen's pupils shook, and he pulled out the "Lady of the Void" with a gasp.

The opponent's sword is broken, so we must seize the opportunity to pursue the victory.

If we are a step late, the opponent has the right to change the sword.

"If you continue to fight, your hand will be disabled."

Aemon looked up and down, with a little appreciation in his eyes.

Cohen gritted his teeth, and his hands holding the hilt were bleeding.

In the previous collision, the tiger's mouth was directly cracked, and the bones were vaguely visible.

"Come on."

Cohen's eyes were firm and he launched the attack again.

Aemon smiled slightly, threw away the rune broken sword, and took out the "Dragon Tooth" and "Dragon Claw" daggers from his waist with both hands.

Valyrian weapons, he also has them.

"Ah!"

Cohen roared, and "Lady of the Lonely" swept across the waist.

Long weapons against short weapons, the advantage is on him.

The result is exactly the opposite.

Yimon took a back step back, and the abdomen was poorly avoided by the sword, and bent over to the back of the opponent.

Stab!

The shaped "Dragon tooth" dagger was explored in front of the dagger, and the iron ring of the lock armor was opened, and a bloody wound was cut.

Cohen hummed in pain and turned around to pick a long sword.

The "dragon claw" shaped like a hook was pressed down, and the "Ms. Silence" was intercepted halfway.

"You have no chance."

Yimeng raised his right hand, and the "dragon teeth" cut out horizontally, cut off the iron ring, and cut his chest out of his chest.

"His ~~"

Cohen took a breath, his face rolled back pale.

When I got up, I was already sweating.

The trick just now can cut his throat.

Yimon was not tight or slow, turning his dagger like his hands.

Too naive.

I thought that there was no rune giant sword, and the strength would decrease.

In fact, holding the rune giant sword restricted his flexibility.

With his physical fitness, everything is strong.

The offensive and defensive is easy!

Cohen was sweating, and the wounds were stained with sweat, and the pain twitched.

But he did not shrink and continued to find opportunities.

Olion's Olion was panicked and pressed the crying sister who held the cry.

My brother is already the best knight in the city, as well as the advantage of the clan sword "Empty Silence".

The gap turned out to be so big.

"Do you admit defeat?"

Imon suddenly spoke.

The trial of competition is nothing more than three results.

One party died or surrendered, and the plaintiff retracted the allegations that the defendant acknowledged the crime.

He likes this guy and is willing to give a living road.

"No!"

Cohen was messy and shook his head weakly.

He gamble not only lives, but also his sister's reputation and the honor of the Cavaliers.

"You can't commit this."

Yimeng said about it: "Miss Martha is innocent. This contest trial is your brother who wants Joeyli. Win -win does not mean that Miss Martha lies."

His Royal Highness Sometimes, although it is bad, he still protects the girl.

Who told him to live in a woman's pile.

Hearing the words, Cohen hesitated for a moment and shook his head again: "No!"

He appeared on behalf of his brother and was not qualified to surrender.

Moreover, compared to death, he was unwilling to lose "Ms. Empty" from him.

It may die without surrender.

But surrendering is more uncomfortable than death.

"I respect you."

Yimeng took two Warelian daggers and beckoned behind the opponent.

Cavaliers still have to use a sword.

He died on a dagger and was not honored.

"Prince."

Gangtou pulled out his hands with his hands and wanted to hand it out.

"Need not."

From the beginning, Mrs. Leya, who was silent, stopped and glanced at "Ms. Empty", Lang said: "A wonderful competition trial must not be the weapon that takes advantage of it."

Say, hand it to the waiter Arnold.

Arnold stretched his face, holding a quaint sword to the field.

Alas!

Yimeng pulled out the long sword, a touch of cold flashed in the hall, and the water wave pattern on the sword turned slightly ripples.

The Varelei Steel Sword of the Royce Family- "Lymental".

"Go around, you return to my hand again."

Yi Meng smiled and looked at his mother.

Mrs. Leya was expressionless, and her eyes revealed that you did it.

If it wasn't for it, she would be too lazy to say a word.

Why?

Shame!

The girls' girls are tuning here. They do articles on the opposite side, regardless of the honor of the ancient family.

Half of the valley will be reduced to a joke.

Yimeng read the meaning, turned to look at the exhausted Cohen, and ridiculed: "We both have the same equipment."

"It's practical."

Cohen's face was green.

Okm,

He responded to his sharp blade.

Yimeng's holding of "lament" is really like a tiger and waving a sword without hesitation.

Without a few tricks, Cohen couldn't stop it, and he kept back.

Don't want to waste time.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Yimeng stretched his legs, and the other party fluttered.

"No!!"

Martha outside the field screamed, struggling to rush forward.

A big man in Orion almost couldn't hold it.

Cohen was disarmed again, unwilling to rush to "Ms. Empty".

Dangda!

Yimon kicked away and got away from his pickup.

"Discover the items containing magic, get magic essence +10."

In front of Cohen, Imon bent down and picked up the "Silence Ms. Silence" of Jade Body.

"Cough ..."

Cohen was spitting a bite of blood.

Yimeng glanced at him and looked at the two Valelia steel swords in his hand.

Change your left and right hands.

The right -hand "Ms. Emperor", the sword body is long and cross -shaped, and a diamond -shaped ruby ​​is inlaid at the end of the horn.

Noble and elegant.

The left hand is "lamenting", the shape is basically similar, and the cross -shaped hilt is engraved with ancient runes.

Simply and mysterious.

Hold a sword flower with both hands, and the two Warelian steel swords are like a finger, just like a part of the body extending.

Yi Meng was ecstatic and laughed: "I don't lack anything."

boom--

As the emotional rising, there was a breeze of the tower.

A mountain -like bronze dragon tears the rich clouds, and a pair of large brown wings looks like a curtain, covering most of the eagle nest city.

"His--"

Womisor roared to the sky, circled low in the sky, and landed outside the seven tightly furrowed white towers.

"Dragon!!"

The nobles of the valley near the window shouted in shock and squeezed in desperately.

The tower shook slightly, and everyone looked at it.

I saw a huge dragon head hanging in the air, and a pair of cold and ruthless copper-bright vertical pupils stared at the crowd in the hall through the glass window.

The dragon's mouth split into a cruel arc, revealing jagged fangs.

It was as if staring at a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

"No! Run!"

The nobles of the valley were frightened and fled in a hurry.

Anyone who faced the dragon directly would not remain unchanged.

Either conquer it or be scared.

"Your Highness!"

Jenny's face changed drastically, and she clasped the hem of her skirt with both hands.

The dragon was intimidating.

But since the time of Aegon the Conqueror, the dragon has bared its fangs again and again without the presence of a dragon rider.

Especially each time it becomes more ferocious than the last.

It is hard for her not to think that this is a threat.

"Be quiet, Wormithor!"

Aemon turned his head and shouted, his eyes facing the calm bronze vertical pupils.

"Roar!"

Wormithor stretched his neck and lay on the ground obediently.

The dragon's head was still facing the window, and its huge body was shoulder-to-shoulder with the slender white tower.

Aemon frowned slightly and found that the bronze scales covering Wormithor's shoulders and neck had scratches.

A fight has taken place!

It has been out of sight for several days, and no one knows where it ran.

"Roar!"

Wormithor snorted heavily and stretched out his scarlet tongue to lick the dragon kiss.

A closer look showed that there seemed to be blood stains in the gaps between the scales.

Aemon was thoughtful.

One man and one dragon have been together for eight years, and their temperaments are more and more in harmony.

He was in a good mood, and Wormisol was also affected.

Wormisol probably also gained something, so he rushed over so domineeringly.

But it was too late to say anything now.

The nobles in the hall were terrified and shrank at the door.

The noble ladies and young ladies on the second floor were even worse, all lying on the white marble floor.

Some boldly drew their swords and pointed them at the bronze dragon outside the tower with trepidation, but they didn't dare to step forward at all.

"Don't be afraid, we are all here, and the dragon will not hurt anyone!"

At the critical moment, Lannar stood up and revealed her identity.

Her words awakened Rhaenyra and Lannino.

The former had a cold expression and tapped the hem of her skirt with her fingers.

The latter was so excited that she wanted to rush out and ride on Haiyan.

Dragon rider, high number, etc.

The trial by combat continued.

"Sorry, something unexpected happened."

Imon walked towards Cohen, and "Ms. Void" pressed against his chest.

Cohen climbed up panting, unable to resist.

"You're going to die."

Eamonn looked regretful, "Sorrow" across his neck.

A victim of power.

Jenny represents the orthodoxy of Eagle's Nest, and Riverdale is a rising star.

Earl Orion is the first bird put forward by the radicals.

The first bird is not smart enough, and he will not let go.

Jenny was annoyed and proposed a trial by combat.

Trial by combat is not a joke.

One party proposed it, and the other party had no reason to refuse.

Unless there is something wrong, the previous accusation is false.

Orion had to agree with gritted teeth, and Cohen became a scapegoat.

"I hope you can keep your promise."

Cohen smiled miserably and lowered his head in resignation.

The only thing he was unwilling to accept was that he lost the family sword that had been passed down for thousands of years.

"You! Lost!"

Eamonn suddenly raised his voice and walked around behind Cohen.

Jenny stared closely and couldn't help but breathe heavier.

Lady Leia frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.

The radical nobles of the valley were all panicked, and a few women closed their eyes, not wanting to see the bloody scene.

"Woo woo woo..."

Martha was covered with her mouth, and tears fell continuously.

Orion's face was pale, like a stupid bear without a plan.

The gap between his lifeless eyes met a pair of playful purple eyes.

Aemon raised a smile and raised the "Sorrow" in his hand high.

The next second, it would pierce Cohen's neck.

"I give up!!"

Orion couldn't help it anymore and shouted with a trembling voice.

Jeyne turned back suddenly and said coldly: "Are you sure you will lose this trial by combat?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Orion let go of his sister and said decadently: "We are pushing the envelope and are willing to accept failure and the bet."

This trip to the Eyrie was a complete loss.

He failed to win the favor of Lady Jeyne, nor did he attack the Targaryen prince from outside.

He can't lose his brothers for the sake of fighting.

"Very good."

Jeyne quickly adjusted her expression and pronounced: "In this trial by combat, the accused won, and Sir Joffrey is not guilty."

The words fell.

Aemon bent down and whispered in Cohen's ear: "I saved your life."

Cohen closed his eyes and held back his tears, choking: "Thank you."

"If you lose the trial by combat, it will be difficult for you to survive in Heart City in the future."

Aemon smiled and poached people openly: "Don't run around after your injury is healed. I will hold a tournament in Riverdale Town in a while."

After leaving the Eyrie, he will pick radicals to expand his base.

With a large territory, it is inevitable to recruit talents from all sides.

In the eyes of His Royal Highness, the force value is divided into "top", "master" and "make-up".

Cole and Daemon belong to the top level.

The Kingsguard is at least a master level.

This crow is not bad, and his martial arts can be called a master.

Among his vassals and allies, there are not many who are better than him.

His sword moves are flexible and his positions are changeable.

Even if Gunthor, a top goalkeeper, uses a clumsy two-handed heavy sword, he may not be able to win.

"I will."

Cohen's lips moved slightly, and he spoke helplessly.

"Know the situation."

Aemon nodded with satisfaction.

He took off the scabbard on his waist and put "Lady of the Void" into the scabbard.

He and "Lament" were worn on the left and right waists respectively.

Black clothes and silver hair, blood and fire from the same source.

"Hiss--"

Wormisor's pupils were like a furnace, and he let out a deafening roar.

The people present were startled and looked at the winner in fear.

Aemon was calm and walked towards the excited Lanino.

Or rather, Joffrey, who was supported by him.

His eyes were as cold as a knife.