Jones didn't know how many times he had slashed, his breastplate and neck armor had grooves, but his opponent looked even worse, he had just completely split the opponent's overwhelmed oak shield in one attack, and the heavy sword slashed through the gray iron armor and cut into the arm.

'Demon Mountain' let out an earth-shattering roar, he had never been so embarrassed on the battlefield in a one-on-one situation, he was used to splitting the enemy in half with a sword, but the black-armored knight in front of him, not only could not cut through the armor, but the attack was also very fierce, seeing that there were fewer and fewer people on the side, he was extremely irritable in his heart, and he slashed down with a long sword in both hands.

Another collision, Jones also changed to a two-handed sword to steadily block the slashing long sword, pushed hard, and then took the initiative again.

......

"Lord Gregor, we must retreat!" shouted a cavalryman who rode up to Jones and Gregor Clegane.

The 'Magic Mountain' ignored it, still frantically slashing at Jones, and he suffered a lot of losses just a while, when his arms were dyed red with blood, and he could feel the stickiness at the elbow joints.

"My lord, there are more of them than we are, and we have been defeated. The cavalryman cried out anxiously. As soon as he finished speaking, he was chased by two people from the Burning Department, and his body was stabbed through by a sharp knife.

The 'Magic Mountain' has a chance to look at the battlefield again, the cavalry is now in a state of siege, and it is indeed as the knight said just now, they will be wiped out if they don't leave.

"Retreat!" he yelled, he thought he would never utter the word, but his opponent was so abnormal, he had not seen the slightest fatigue after so long of tearing and his armor was even stronger.

'Magic Mountain' began to wonder if the other party was wearing magic armor, the ancestral magic armor of the bronze sir, he had also seen it, and in his eyes it was just a plaything, but the black-armored knight in front of him was as strong as magic.

The enemy's remaining hundred-man cavalry began to rush towards Jones frantically.

Jones gritted his teeth and split several besieging cavalry in succession, and had to interrupt the pursuit of the gray armored giant, he actually felt tired, as if this breath was relieved, and the 'rage' would be over immediately.

And even though the gray-armored giant was already dyed red, he was still fierce, and after slashing a few cavalry from the north that blocked the way, he broke through by him.

At this time, the cavalry of the North also realized that Jones had been fighting a monster.

"My lord, should we chase after you?" Rona asked anxiously, seeing that Jones seemed to be a little shaky.

"Go after it, and as for the enemy leader, don't force it, don't give your life in vain. "Jones has just finished 'rage', and now is his weakest time, and he can't even hold the heavy sword.

"Yes!" Rona replied a little unwillingly, but there was no way, and the enemy gray armor giant was not something he could deal with.

Afterwards, most of the northern knights tore off a large part of the retreating enemy troops, regardless of their tired bodies.

In the end, only the Grey Armor Giant and a few guards ran away, and the other nearly 100 people were all left behind, staying in the Blue Fork River.

Jones drove ashore, slowly got off his horse, and lay directly on the shore in large characters.

"Help me undo my armor," he shouted to the soldiers who were still standing.

Everyone hurriedly stepped forward to help him untie his breastplate and leg armor, which was also the first time they touched Jones's armor, it felt heavy and hot, and a lot of sweat poured out of it.

As soon as he took off his heavy armor, Jones immediately felt a lot more relaxed, the mountains on his body were all unloaded, and his voice was not so tired, "Is the number count good?"

"My lord, more than 100 brothers died, but the enemy killed nearly 400 people, and only a few escaped. Rona replied excitedly, "If they fight hard, we will definitely die more people, but luckily they chose to break through." ”

"However, both Sir Clive and Sir Leonard 'Lionhead' were killed. Rona lowered his voice as he said this, they were still discussing the future plan together at the time of the meal, but now there was nothing more for Clive and 'Lionhead'. When the body was fished out, it was already miserable white, and the blood was already slowly flowing with the water of the Blue Fork River.

"Let's make a fire and rest, the brothers must be tired. Jones said sadly, he could still think of the time when the 'Lion's Head' teased Percy's bald head, and the 'Lion's Head' was also a calm person, and he was always happy to fight with the reckless Percy.

He could also think of the smile on Clive's lips, Clive was a kind-faced fellow and a typical knight, brave and insistent on honor.

But they all fell here, and even the corpses could not make their homeland.

Perhaps, this is war.

......

Slowly, the sky revealed the white of the fish's belly, the light was very soft, and a morning glow appeared, and the scope of the morning glow gradually expanded, covering the earth with a layer of gorgeous brocade, and also clothing the hundreds of corpses in the shallow river in red clothes.

Jones's soldiers gradually recovered and began to move, carrying the corpses to the shore.

"Burn it," Jones whispered, looking at the neatly laid out corpses of the Northern warriors.

Looking at the raging fire, everyone lowered their heads and chanted the grace of the old gods:

How sweet is the grace of the old gods, who are as pitiful as I am, and saved;

I was lost, now I am converted, I was blind, but now I see the light;

God is mighty, my heart is in awe, God is long, my heart is at peace;

At the first believing, I received grace, and God promised to be gracious to me;

I am the voice of God, I hope to be assured, grace is given to me, refuge;

When I see God, ten thousand years later, God's grace still shines like the sun;

Praise grace forever.

......

The sun rose as usual.

"Let's go, Riverrun is still waiting for us!" Jones cried out, as if to dispel the haze of death.

The roar of horses' hooves rang out again, and the target was Riverrun, the Tully family.

......

Carlin Bay, in a humble room within the Tower of the Children of the Forest,

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" the young cavalryman grinned, the dwarven merchant Joaquin's 'magic potion' was so painful that he felt his wounds being torn mercilessly, tears falling uncontrollably.

"Still shouting pain, you know how much the 'potion' you used just now is worth the silver deer will not cry out in pain, you will feel glad that your life is still so valuable. Joaquin was the one who felt distressed, and then he pointed to the wound on the young horseman's arm, "It's been washed, and I'll sew it up later." ”

"Is this really useful, Lord Joaquin, I know that many of the wounded soldiers seem to be lightly wounded, and it doesn't take long for them to become weak, and finally die in a daze. The young cavalryman said cautiously, he had indeed seen a lot of such things.

"This is cursed by death, so it was removed with a magic potion, remember that the wound cannot be touched by raw water after being sewn up. Joaquin continued, "The recovery of your wounded is at stake for the reputation of our dwarven firm. ”

"What do you mean by raw water?" asked the young cavalryman, puzzled.

"Raw water is raw water...... Well, if I think about it, what did the adults say before leaving, by the way, the water that hasn't been burned to death is raw water. Joaquin patted his head and said, the few helpers of the Burning Department that Jones gave him were at most doing rough work, and he had to rely on himself for all the things that required his brain.

"In short, you don't mess with it after sewing, and you should use boiling water when you wash it, and then clean it when it cools down. After speaking, Joaquin looked at the dozen fighters and said, "You too, everyone remembers." ”

"You say I'm a swordsman, how come I suddenly became a businessman......" Joaquin whispered.

He began to reminisce about the events of these days, and after Jones burned the 'magic potion' with goose-like iron that night, he excitedly told him that this was the basis of their future wealth.

Later, he was told how to deal with the wound, which sounded like it made sense, but he only had the opportunity to practice it today.

Joaquin has been refining these 'magic potions' every day during this time, and after sitting down one by one, he began to wonder if he had become a wizard, a magician, an alchemist or something.

Thinking of this, he shuddered, he didn't want to become a god-chattering wizard, "It's better to be a businessman, it's better to be a businessman......"