"Actually, I don't think it needs to be explained, I'm preparing a gift for you, and your guards are abusive to me, although I've always been a good-natured person, and I've heard that most of the people in the North are wild, but I can't be indifferent to the unwarranted insults of others, and being wild is not a reason to be rude, so I warned him a little, it's nothing, Duke Stark, if you insist on a so-called statement, Duke Stark, I can duel with your guards, one-on-one, life and death. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Duke Stark, what do you think?" Du Yu was still smiling, in fact, he had been wearing that smile on his face since he met Eddard Stark, and he couldn't tell whether it was fake or sincere.

"Guard, what's your decision?" Du Yu's words directly gave Stark two choices, either not guilty or dueling, eliminating the possibility of Stark giving him a verdict. Eddard Stark could only turn his head to the guard, whose face was already scabbed, and he gave the guard the choice.

"I chose to duel him." The smile on the tall guard's face was a little strange, because when he grinned, it would pull the wound, and it hurt! However, the undisguised killing intent in his eyes reflected that he had never forgotten the hatred of Du Yu's knife.

"So, everyone, get out of the school!" Eddard Stark's majestic voice resounded throughout the audience, and everyone gathered around, freeing up a large open space and surrounding Du Yu and the guards in the middle.

"No, Dad, you can't!" Arya tugged at Eddard Stark's sleeve, "He's just a baker, you can't let your guards duel him." ”

"Don't worry, Arya, Mr. Olloin is a baker, but he doesn't just make bread." Eddard Stark gently embraced Arya, taking her into his arms.

"Aloin, you may need a sword and a suit of armor." Eddard Stark shouted at Du Yu.

"Sword? You must know that we Orientals are masters of juggling, even if I have empty hands, it does not mean that I have no weapons, as for the armor, the bulky armor will only affect my speed, this is a duel, not a battlefield charge, honorable Lord Duke. ”

Du Yu laughed and responded to Eddard Stark's words, and then walked into the circle of fighting, of course, he doesn't know how to juggle yet, but with the system in hand, it's still convenient to get something from the space.

He keeps himself mysterious, while maintaining his respect for Stark, a helpless and capable stranger is always best suited to use as a blade, even the seemingly scheming Eddard Stark is well aware of this, as long as he shows enough value, being a stranger is never an obstacle.

"This stupid fellow, a strange man in a foreign land, how can a battle be won by juggling!" The person who spoke was Theon Greyjoy, the guy who would bite the Winter Stark back in the future was never a generous person, but he was not a wise person either, and his cold taunt and mean lips reflected his disgust and disdain for Du Yu, a foreign fellow.

"Theon, don't jump to conclusions, maybe he really has something special?" Robb Stark already had a little bit of the majesty of the young wolf lord in the future at this time, and his eyes were intently staring at Du Yu, wanting to see what magical means this Oriental man had.

"Come on, big man, my name is Oroin, at least you should tell me what your name is before you fight." Du Yu still had a smile on his face, and asked indifferently.

"My name is Karas Walker, remember him, this is the one who brought you death. Then orientals, take out your weapons, I won't bully people with bare hands! Kalas strode over and drew his sword, as Duke Stark's bodyguard, the quality of his equipment was obviously quite good, and it should be the pride of the old blacksmith.

"Carlas Walker," Du Yu chewed on the name, "then from this moment on, life and death matter!" ”

His hands flipped out an intricate and ingenious pattern in the air, and in the astonished, incredulous, incredulous gaze of everyone, two flames appeared in his hands out of thin air without warning.

"How did he do it?" Theon Greyjoy was a little dumbfounded, amazed by Du Yu's skill, everyone grew up in the simple north, not like King's Landing or Braavos, with many variety.

In fact, this is not a difficult thing to do, Du Yu just cleverly ignited a magic prop called fire in the palm of his hand, there is no harm, but the visual effect is quite good.

Seeing this scene, Kalas couldn't help but swallow his spit, but he was not afraid, the people who grew up in the cold winter only believed in the big sword in their hands, and only feared the gushing blood: "Roar! Oriental tricks, let me drink your blood with a long sword"

He clenched the big sword in both hands, and with a roar, it slashed down from top to bottom, diagonally, making a sound that tore through the air, bursting like a rolling torrent, and the surging qi and blood even evaporated in the cold air and rose hot.

However, Du Yu was very flexible, and this fierce sword was avoided by him with a very clever and precise move, "Whoosh, whoosh!" With two sounds of breaking the air, the small fireball in Du Yu's hand came out of his hand and flew towards Callas. People who don't know about the fire in their palms, their first reaction is naturally to dodge, but they don't know that such a fire will not hurt at all.

Callas's body shuddered backwards, and he took a stride to dodge one of the flames, and then the sword in his hand slammed into the other, and the two flames fell into the snow, not even a small piece of snow melted, and then everyone knew that this fire had no temperature at all, and maybe it couldn't be called fire!

"Ah, you despicable fellow! I only know these little tricks, come on, fight with me in a dignified manner, this is a duel! Feeling fooled, Karas's voice grew angrier, but Du Yu's was the opposite, his steps were lighter, his voice was more relaxed, and there was a hint of ridicule.

"Little trick? Haha, that's no trick! ”

"Ahh You bastard! Kalas scolded, his muscles trembled, and he held the sword in his right hand and slashed again, Du Yu did not dodge again, but faced Callas's sword and went up horizontally.

"Is he crazy?" Jon Snow didn't understand.

"He wants to block a knight's sword with both hands! Haha, he's looking for death at this moment. Theon sneered directly, he was also taken aback by the cold fire just now, and after knowing that it was just a show, he was a little annoyed because he was deceived.

"Maybe it's an Oriental trick again? I don't think he's like a guy who likes to joke with his life. Robb Stark decided to wait and see.

As if in response to Robb's words, there was no blood splashing in the field, but there was a sound of "Zheng", and a pair of antler knives appeared in Du Yu's hands out of thin air, erecting Kalas's big sword, and after being strengthened by yoga, national art and hard skills, even if he didn't use internal force, Du Yu's current strength should not be underestimated.

Callas had a hellish expression on his face, and the force of his hands made his mouth tingle, and he could barely grasp the great sword in his hand, and he took four steps backwards in a row before he could stand on his heels.

And Du Yu was still in place, not moving at all, and his expression was relaxed.

"Where did his knife come from?" Theon Greyjoy kept an eye on this guy's every move, but he still couldn't see through the oriental's trick.

"It's called a trick, this guy has a lot of strength." Robb looked at Du Yu with a solemn expression, Kalas is not an unknown person, the person who can serve as a guard for the Lord of Winterfell in the north is by no means a mediocre hand, and the person who forces Kalas back with a knife is one of the few in Winterfell. Not to mention the oriental tricks that no one can see through.

Mysterious, weird, powerful!

The duel in the arena continued, but everyone could see that the winner of this duel would definitely be this guy named Aloin, with endless and elusive weapons, vigorous and nimble skills, and subtle and changeable tricks. Olloin was almost playing on his opponent.

"Okay, it's time to end this game, I don't want to kill, it's still too late if you throw in the towel now." The weapon in Du Yu's hands turned into antler double knives again, and he calmly looked at Callas, who was already out of breath and his face was stained with sweat and blood.

"Fuck you and surrender, you ****-raised bastard, I'm going to kill you! And hang your head on the spear in front of my house! Then stab your eyes and let you wander in the netherworld" It is impossible for anyone to calm down after being teased for a long time, Kalas's eyes were red, and his footsteps rushed towards Du Yu again.

Du Yu didn't speak again, and drew a strange arc with the antler knife in both hands, and the water under his feet turned into fire.

Antler Knife, Sun and Moon Together!

The knife in the left hand is like the scorching sun in the sky, furious, rebellious, and like a fire burning the plain, while the knife in the right hand is like the bright moon in the starry sky.

"Poof!"

This time, there was no sound of swords intersecting, only blood gushing out of Callas's body, and he was almost pierced into a sieve by Du Yu's move of the sun and the moon.

"Duke Eddard Stark, I think my duel with him is complete, please rest assured, I rarely kill people at will, but he has already paid the price, he will not be able to use a sword for the rest of his life, maybe there is nothing wrong with being a farmer in peace, are you right?"

Du Yu still maintained his demeanor, he didn't kill him, but he broke Callas's tendons and the big tendons behind him, unless it was the magic of the ancestors, it was impossible for Callas to use any weapons in this life.

At this time, several guards hurriedly stepped forward to drag Callas, who was lying in a pool of blood, away, and summoned the nun to treat him.

"Yes, I said that the outcome of the duel is the result of my trial, and since you have won, I am willing to declare you innocent." Eddard Stark took a deep breath and looked at Du Yu with an incomparably complicated look, the stranger's mystery made him feel a little out of control.

"And the other thing is that my little daughter, Arya Stark, loves to hear your stories, and I want to hire you as his teacher, and given your skills, I want to hire you to teach my sons the art of martial arts." Eddard Stark added a second request on the fly.

"Yes, so what's the pay?" Du Yu didn't have any hesitation, he needed the trust of the Stark family, so that he could gradually enter the upper class and have fame and status.

"What kind of pay do you want?" Eddard Stark was glad that Du Yu had agreed to his proposal, and as long as Du Yu's request wasn't too much, he wouldn't mind.

"What I want is simple, a knighthood, which may make it easier for me to walk around Westeros, and you will provide me with food and lodging while I am their teacher." Du Yu shrugged his shoulders and said his request very easily.

"There is no problem, I will find a good day to officially canonize you as a knight! You can pledge allegiance to my son, Robb Stark. Eddard Stark said with a deep sigh.

"Yes," Du Yu bowed slightly to Robb Stark. "You will receive my allegiance, as long as I wander the continent of Westeros, as long as you live!"

His profound words and expression cast a bad premonition on everyone's hearts, and the wrinkles on Eddard Stark's face deepened......