The grinding of metal against metal, the impact of weapons on shields, the neighing and hoofing of horses, the tearing roar of Icewolf, the wails and roars of soldiers. With these sounds, the morning sun erupted completely, and the entire plain was covered with a blood-red veil.

Although the shield soldiers were desperately able to withstand the heavy shields, the cavalry in the north was too much and too fierce for them.

In a short period of time, the circular formation of the shield soldiers was riddled with holes by the impact of several cavalry armies, like a hedgehog, cut horizontally and vertically by several sharp knives.

The pairs of shield soldiers and spearmen scattered on the battlefield closely cooperated, and at this time, each other became the only support.

Big Jon kicked over the shield in front of him, dodged the spear that stabbed him, and the ugly sword was plunged into the ground, and the head of the shield soldier was directly cut out by him, and with a wave of both hands, the soldier who was still retreating the spear was also cut in two pieces by the waist.

"Phew!" said Big Jon, who spat out thick phlegm and glanced at the center of the battlefield a few times before reluctantly withdrawing his gaze.

"I knew I wouldn't have rushed so hard, but now I want to go, and I don't have a horse. He muttered unhappily, and then began to slash wildly.

His sword and armor were a little shabby, but they were extremely useful, and he cut off the heads of the soldiers of the Western Frontier one after another, and in a short time they were splashed with blood.

......

Jon Jon shook off a blonde-haired Lannister pierced through the spear, and was about to aim the spear at the monarch killer, when he saw Jones, who was in black armor, rushing from the diagonal side, and the huge black sword was waved with one hand, and rushed towards the monarch killer James without pause.

Little Jon, who was barren in language, didn't know how to describe the scene in front of him, so he could only stab his spear at the attacking Count Rocky in hatred.

Harris, the chief of the guard, also saw it, and angrily twisted the spear that pierced through the Earl of Westerling half a circle before pulling it out.

......

"Stark!"

The Kingkiller kept calling Robb's name, making no secret of his determination and goals.

As long as he captures or kills Robb, not only this battle, but the whole war will end.

After slicing Eddard Karstark's neck, the monarch slayer carried a blood-red sword, and the white horse accelerated again, heading straight for Robb, the cloak behind him raised high, like the heroic knight who walked out of the story.

Suddenly, a black horse on the oblique side came at a high speed, and the white horse could not dodge, and the two galloping war horses rumbled together, neighing and rolling together, and the four feet of the shoes kicked wildly, splashing a large amount of dirt.

Jones was thrown out immediately after the two horses collided, and the moment he flew out, he saw the distorted expression on the monarch's face, and the flying red cloak.

Then Jones grabbed it, and the monarch killer who was still on horseback was pulled off his horse alive, and the two men crashed into the ground with a violent armor collision sound.

"It's finally here!"

Almost a breath after falling, Jones scrambled to his feet.

During the "rage", not only did he increase his strength by one and a half times and his reaction speed was twice as fast, but he also did not feel pain.

So he got back on his feet almost as soon as he hit the ground.

"You're mine. Jones looked at the four-legged monarch killer and announced loudly, his tone so firm.

"I'm going to kill you. Jaime sat down on the ground, unfastened his cloak, picked up his sword, and stabbed it like a white light toward Jones.

Now he hates Jones to death, he has besieged the city for so many days before, no matter how he tries to find a way, he just can't see this guy. When he didn't want to see it now, the guy slammed out again, interrupting his last charge.

"Ding!" slashed between the steel sword and the black heavy sword, and a violent collision splattered a spark.

Wow, the monarch killer took a few steps back before he stabilized himself, this guy has so much strength, he didn't fight hard if he knew it, he thought in horror.

In fact, after such a long time of fighting, Jones not only improved his heavy sword swordsmanship greatly, but also increased his physical strength a lot, so he was a few points stronger than the original after 'Berserk'.

As soon as the monarch slayer stood firm, he found the big and terrifying black heavy sword slashing again, and he could only roll to the side in embarrassment.

Jones strode after him, looking at the monarch slayer rolling on the ground, and was about to slash down.

"Catch it alive!" Suddenly, Robb shouted loudly from behind.

......

Robb saw the Kingkiller dodge a few times, and quickly cut down Toren and Eddard Karstark, and couldn't help but start to get nervous.

"Theon, attack with me later. He commanded in a loud voice.

Robb didn't think there was anything wrong with the siege, he wanted to be a qualified general, not a desperate warrior.

After cutting down the Karstark brothers who rushed to the front, the Monarch Killer kept shouting his name and rushed towards him, and the Monarch Killer was so angry and crazy that Robb became even more nervous.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed from the oblique, and under the violent impact, it rolled into a ball with the monarch killer.

Then the black armor, like an iron man, was unscathed, bounced back up, and then held the black sword, and in one round, he repelled the monarch killer and began to chase and kill.

"It's Jones," Robb suddenly realized, he didn't figure out how Jones, who was obviously in the second offensive echelon, suddenly jumped to the center of the battlefield again.

And he hadn't fought with Jones yet, and he never knew he was fighting so fiercely, even the last time he fought in Winterfell was a far cry from this time.

Is this really that well-behaved playmate when I was a kid?

Reality made Robb in a trance.

After a few blinks, Jones was already raising his sword and threatening to split the monarch killer in half, much to Robb's surprise, and the monarch killer would use it to replace his father.

"Catch it alive!" he shouted.

......

Jones hurriedly deflected the heavy sword, and with a "bang", the tip of the monarch killer's helmet was hit by the heavy sword and fell down, and his golden hair also fell out, looking extremely embarrassed.

Jones took advantage of the fact that he did not stand still, and then struck the kingkiller's weapon away with a sword.

"Jones Amber!"

The monarch killer roared madly, and even hit Jones empty-handed.

"It's disorganized. Jones commented in his heart. The Kingkiller has lost, and the pace has become similar to that of a child's fight, and now it is just a useless struggle.

Jones found the right moment and kicked the monarch killer in the stomach, sending him flying.

"Gross!"

Jaime vomited uncontrollably and violently, and despite the armor and leather armor on his abdomen, Jones's strength was great.

"You've lost!" Jones said, pointing his sword at him.

Jaime lay on the ground, didn't speak, wiped his mouth, and said with a contemptuous smile on his face, "Next time I kick you, I promise to kick your out!"

"Looks like you're still out of the way," Jones stepped forward.

He had no affection for the Lannisters, not in the sense that he was an enemy, but he had seen the soldiers of the West burn civilians, rape women, slaughter the elderly, and hunt young children under the orders or indulgence of the Lannisters, which disgusted him. Although he killed a lot of people, they were all enemy soldiers in the war, and he would not blame himself for seeking mercy and dying well.

Of course, killing does not necessarily mean evil, but killing for fun, wanton and bottomless abuse of civilians makes him very disdainful.

When it comes to sympathy for the weak, Jones has never changed. Even when he knew that Amud had gone out of the city to save those old people and children, the complaints he had in his heart for Amud dissipated a lot.

It's not okay for Almud to be a teammate, but it's better than being vicious and cunning like a femme fatale and calculating your 'friend' every day.

......

The battle continued, and the shields and spearmen of the western frontier had been completely dispersed by the cavalry, and the spears and heavy shields had become obstacles for them at this time.

The cavalry easily took the lives of these people in the midst of galloping.

......

Jones walked up to the monarch killer with a big sword, and asked with some curiosity, "Where did you get your confidence, and next time?"

"My self-confidence is certainly not something that a big-limbed fool like you can think of. The monarch killer covered his stomach, lay on the ground, and said through gritted teeth.

"It's the thick limbs," Jones replied, as he ripped open the kingkiller's breastplate with the tip of his sword and punched him hard in the stomach.

"Gross!"

The monarch killer clutched his stomach and vomited again, his face flushed, and even tears were beaten out.

"Did you get anything punched out?"

"Next time...... Next time, I'll be sure to ...... you," the monarch killer said intermittently, with a twisted smile on his face.

Jones shook his head, he was already starting to admire the hardness of this guy's mouth.

In fact, if it weren't for what happened in Riverrun City before, he wouldn't have worked so hard to 'grab people's heads'.

This guy is unlucky to meet him, and if it were Robb Stark, maybe he would be gentle.