"Hey, what are you going to do?" Polivier shouted at the vicious fellows with his hands outstretched, "don't scare the little brother. ”

The arrogance of the swaggering soldiers suddenly disappeared, and they stood one by one, but they were angry at Gendry, and there was a warning in their eyes.

While!

Gendry swung the hammer again, striking it on the iron embryo.

This is his response to Polliver and others.

"Hey, hey, little brother, why are you willing to stop?" said Polivier's flattering tone, with a smiling flattery.

While!

Again, a skillful and perfect percussion.

"Hey, little brother, you're not a good solution to the problem. Polivier lowered his voice, "I'm a nice man who speaks easily, and I'm kind at heart, but if my lord comes in person, he'll tear this place down." Polliver speaks with the same vigilance as telling a close friend some secret that cannot be known to outsiders. He also looked around, as if he was afraid of being overheard.

Gendry got goosebumps all over his body.

Why does this guy always talk so closely?

Gendry slammed the hammer again, and slammed it into the iron embryo with an unmistakable thud. The nervous fellow deftly dodged the path of the hammer again, and as soon as the hammer fell, he reinfully pressed back on, his eyes looking at Gendry's muscles as if they were looking at a delicious cat. From time to time, he licked his tongue, as if he was reminiscing about something.

Gendry felt a fur in his heart.

He stopped pulling the hammer and said sullenly, "Only my master can tell me to stop." ”

Call!

The hammer is round again!

While!

The hammer slammed down again. Under the hammer, the iron embryo shuddered.

"Oh, I see. Polivier smiled politely, then turned to a few of his men and shouted, "What are you still standing for, go and get his master out." ”

"Yes, knight!"

Several soldiers rushed through a door like wolves.

Bang!

The soldier who rushed to the front kicked the door open.

Boom!

The footsteps of several people hurried down the corridor and rushed upstairs.

It's a three-story building.

The lowest floor is the blacksmith's shop, and the upper two floors, the second floor is Master Tob's residence, and the third floor is the small attic of Gendry's small bedroom.

"What are you doing?!" shouted Gendry, taken aback.

He'd seen a lot of vicious mercenaries, and he hadn't seen anyone who dared to break into the second floor of Tobu.

This is King's Landing. No matter who you are, there are still very few people who dare to cause trouble in Steel Street, and Tob Blacksmith is not a character to mess with. Once something happens, the drunkard king is even more difficult to mess with. Although the king loves wine and women and ignores government affairs, he is really good to his people.

"Hey!" Polliver grinned, "little brother, what weapon do you have?"

Sou!

Polivier drew the short knife from his waist.

The short knife is bright, and the blade reflects the red light of a furnace, and at first glance it looks like a fine knife made of good iron.

"What are you going to do?" said Gendry, who puffed out his arms as he lifted the hammer.

"Is your weapon a hammer?" Polivier licked his lips, "Great, come on, if you can hit me, I'll let you go tonight." ”

Shout!

Polivier's knife was so fast, it slashed Gendry's arm with a single blow.

The blade skimmed against the skin of his arm, and the sharp feeling made anger splash through his heart.

Call!

The hammer in Gendry's hand rounded and slammed into Polivior's waist.

Polivier is tall, and a horizontal smash is an easy way to hit him.

Polivier is not good at dodging, and the entire surface of the hammer sweep is within the range of the attack.

However, Gendry's angry blow missed, and the opponent's agility was beyond his imagination.

Polivier leaped backwards, agile as a wolf, and Gendry's hammer grazed his body, but it was just a little off.

Gendry's hammer hadn't been withdrawn yet—the hammer was heavy, and the inertia was great, and it couldn't be contained halfway through the round—Polivier flashed the hammer lightly and skillfully, and came to Gendry's face in one step, and the knife in his hand calmly stabbed Gendry in the arm again, and the point stopped, without hurting Gendry's bones, "Boy, bet, if you can't touch me ten times in a row, you'll have to follow me." ”

Gendry was stabbed again, and the bull lost his temper, and the hammer swung back in a circle, and with a snort, slammed into Polivior's chest.

At this time, Gendry knew that the opponent's sword skills were exquisite, his body was flexible, and his martial arts were strong, so he didn't dare to leave his hand and attack with all his might.

Polivier saw it and grinned, and when the hammer slammed into it, he turned sideways, and the hammer smashed into the air again.

"One!" Polivier laughed.

He could see that this cow boy was strong, physically coordinated, and nimble, but it was obvious that he had not learned real combat skills at all.

Polivier stabbed him in the chest with a backhand, and without looking.

Every time, he retracted the force of the knife as soon as he stuck to the body, and refused to let Gendry be seriously injured.

Whew!

Gendry slapped three times in a row, but the other party easily flashed, but there were a few more bloody cuts on his body.

When Polivier called out six, Gendry yelled, "Wait a minute. ”

Both men were honest men, and Polivier stood still, and Gendry dropped his hammer and rushed to the wall, removing a battle axe from the wall.

Polivier's eyes showed praise, and he said, "Yes, the tomahawk is lighter than the hammer, so that your speed can be faster than just now, and the handle of the tomahawk is longer, and if I want to dodge, I need to be farther away from you." It's even harder to hit you again. ”

With two whirrings, Gendry slashed at Polivier with his tomahawk, and sure enough, the speed was much faster than before. Polivier tried his best to dodge, but the short knife in his hand was struck away.

Gendry's brute strength is really profound!

Polivier laughed.

Gendry Bull has a temper tantrum and a tomahawk sweeps.

Polivier dodged behind the pillar, and with a bang, the pillar of the smithy was hit, staggering, and making a clattering sound.

"Knight, what are you going to do? A voice said dissatisfied.

These soldiers don't have the obvious distinction between up and down and the honorifics of other legions, they are all outlaws.

Polivier turned around and saw several soldiers with bruised noses and swollen faces, and they seized a large man with the same bruised nose and swollen face, who had been subdued, his mouth gagged with black rags, and there was fear in his eyes.

Gendry was taken aback and shouted, "What are you doing? ”

He went straight for the soldiers.

Suddenly, a thump hit Gendry in the head from behind, knocking him unconscious in just one stroke. When his tomahawk fell to the ground, he spun around and fell into the arms of a man.

Polivier smiled and said, "Little brother, you have great strength and poor martial arts!

"Ready. ”

"Carry it away!"

"Yes, sir. ”

The group quickly went out, closed the door, locked the door, and then pasted the note that had been prepared long ago on the door: temporarily closed!

"Lord Knight, tell Lord Gregor about the thing you are going to do tomorrow, and I will go too. ”

"Okay!"

"My lord, is the lady whom Sir Gregor has photographed a virgin or a dead man's woman?"

"I don't know, I just know that we're just going to rob people just like we do today. ”