Having crossed the moat, Jones couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When I returned to the city, I would no longer be like in the wilderness, where I had nothing to rely on, although a sword to break into the world sounded more like a hero, but that kind of hero often didn't live long.

The more vigorously the fire burns, the faster it burns.

Now he has a feeling that he has run out of oil, and he thinks that after the difficulty of this hunt, he will have to recuperate for a while anyway.

The battle outside the city had begun, and the remaining northern garrison of less than a hundred in the city had already fought with the western cavalry.

The shouts sounded one after another, although the northern cavalry was small, but unlike the western cavalry, after a long-distance attack, coupled with the geographical advantage, the morale at this time was also very strong.

So the wails and scattering of the civilians of Lava City fortunately did not happen.

......

During the time when he passed through the city gates, Jones was also surrounded by a lot of noise.

And many of the people recognized him, and they gathered around him with hoes and axes, and followed him back into the city.

However, further in the city, there are still many uninformed people who rush down, and there is no order between advance and retreat.

Little Green was also in the crowd around Jones, but he was too thin and tried to squeeze Jones a few times, but he couldn't squeeze in at all, so he gave up.

"I'm afraid the lord won't have time to pay attention to me today," Little Green looked at the noisy crowd, and then looked at Jones's blood-red armor and thought, "How many people's blood does it take to dye this like this, I don't know if the lord is injured......"

How did he know that Jones was really at the end of his crossbow now, otherwise he would not have given up the battlefield ahead and retreated to the castle.

A crowd of people gathered around Jones and retreated a few hundred meters along the main road outside the city.

At this time, a group of people suddenly appeared in the rear, led by several knights in full armor, all of them holding steel weapons, looking ready to fight at any time.

"Sir Sir," many of them said with a happy voice, and the stone in their hearts fell to the ground.

Sure enough, the armor was shiny, and the tall knight shouted loudly, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, Lord Lord, we will protect you!"

The people who gathered around Jones naturally did not object to anything, and obediently gave way to a road.

However, there was a different person in the crowd, and when Little Green heard the knight's voice, the whole person suddenly paused, and then the whole person squeezed forward desperately.

"Little ghost, run around or something. ”

"Stinky boy, get out of here. ”

Little Green ignored the scolding above his head, and slipped under the crotch of one man after another.

The first thing that caught Green's eyes was a familiar iron boot - the iron boot he saw under the bed, and the golden personal badge on it, as if shooting a needle, pierced his eyes red.

"It's you, it's you," Little Green let out a beast-like growl, his face twisted and full of hatred.

Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, his tall body pressing down on him like a mountain, little Green regained his senses as if pouring a bucket of cold water, took a deep breath, pulled his throat, and finally screamed sharply in a child's unique tone—

"They want to kill the lord, don't let them come close. ”

......

Little Green's screams frightened not only the people who had gathered around Jones, but also Sir Barry, the Riverlands Sirs, and Quimu and his men.

When they heard that they were going to attack the lord, they were extremely nervous, and they were howled by Little Green's biggest secret in their hearts, except for a few Sir Barry who were quite calm, everyone else pulled out their long swords in a panic and pointed at Jones and the others.

Sir Barry's footsteps also paused, and all kinds of emotions flashed in his heart, and the excitement and apprehension of imminent victory were gone, and the fright and pity, the anger at the premature exposure of his companions, and the murderous intent against the wicked.

"Fuck, I can't put it on," Sir Barry thought hatefully, sweeping his eyes over the cold moment.

Jones had already sat up straight on horseback after Little Green had broken the intention of these riverland knights, and observed the other party's every move, and when he saw the other party draw his long sword and face him, he knew that these people were really here to kill him.

After observing the weapons of the other party and his own people, Jones secretly gritted his teeth, raised his mask, and stared coldly at the rebels in front of him, as if questioning them.

After Sir Barry confirmed that these people had the advantage, he also breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person returned to the appearance of a righteous knight again, facing Jones's questioning eyes, holding the long sword in both hands, and said in a righteous and awe-inspiring voice, "The black knight is brutal and wreaking, His Majesty King Joffrey and Queen Cersei, the guardian of the whole realm, have been convicted, and we, as righteous knights, are unwilling to submit to their obscenity, and raise our swords in anger, you civilians follow us, His Majesty the King will naturally have a heavy reward, if you continue to follow the demons, the king's gallows will not let you go." ”

Barry is still smart, there is no Duke Titawin, the king and the guardian of the whole territory to convict Jones, obviously there is still a lot of impact on these civilians, everyone suddenly felt a little weak, and the hoe and axe in their hands were a little unstable for a while.

Jones had just vomited a lot of blood, so he could still speak with his throat suppressed, but his voice was hoarse and low.

"Do you think that by killing me, you will be rewarded by the people of the West?" Jones said slowly, "no one will use the knights who betray the lord, and you all know this, and the revenge of the Tully family will follow, just like last time, when you will escape from the riverlands like dogs." ”

"Don't worry about that," said Sir Barry triumphantly, "when you are executed, the King's army will be stationed here, and the Acorn Hall will become part of the King's Domain, and all of us will become the King's direct subjects. ”

Jones shook his head and said disdainfully, "You don't know that the war is almost over, and that king boy won't send troops at all...... He can't take care of the refugees in King's Landing, and he'll risk continuing the war with the Tully and Starks to take care of you traitors?"

"No, it's not like that," Barry exclaimed in a panic, in fact, he didn't know a lot of things, such as the attack of the Western Cavalry that he didn't know anything about, and he was still discussing with his companions about poisoning the Black Knights - all of which showed that Duke Tywin didn't trust them.

"Lannisters have debts to pay," Barry cried suddenly, not knowing whether to shout at Jones or to Duke Tywin in Harrenhal.

"As long as I kill you, I will kill you and you will have everything, don't say anything, I will not let you go no matter what, I will cut off your head and give it to Lord Tywin myself," Sir Barry spoke more confidently, and his voice became more and more high, and at last he raised his sword, and glanced at his companions behind him, as if he was ready to attack at any moment.

"There's really nothing more to say," Jones nodded, looking at the more and more people gathered around him, and the purpose of his delay was also achieved, so he said loudly, "They are going to burn your house with the Westlanders, rob you of your wealth, deprive you of your land, and make you eventually become refugees, are you willing to be slaughtered like pigs and sheep?"

"No!" cried the people blushing and thick-necked, believing more in the good life that was now available than Sir Barry's intimidation and promises.

The hatred and anger that ruined their good life ignited at a moment's notice, especially when Jones himself lit it.

After a while, the place was boiling, and the lords who protected their homes fought with the knights who fought for their lives.

At first, the knights easily cut down the first few lords with their sharp weapons, but when the crowd surrounded them, they were also knocked down by the farm tools that came out of the cracks.

For a while, it is also a killing match, that is, to see who can't hold on first.

"Kill these traitors!" Suddenly, several knights in full armor rushed in shouting, and while the people were still hesitating what to do, these knights had already taken the lead in killing the judges.

"You bad shit," Barry scolded angrily, these men were also the propertied knights of the former Acorn Hall, but now it seems that they are clearly not in his group.

The situation is even more unfavorable for Barry and others.

Barry looked at Jones a few steps away, his face trembled a few times, he was a little unsure of Jones's current injury status, but he had reached a dead end and had little choice, so he finally grabbed the long sword in his hand and rushed towards Jones fiercely.

"Kill you, I'll be Lord Earl!" Barry felt like he had never been more heroic, and stabbed his sword into the black knight's head.

With a "dang", Sir Barry was blocked by the heavy sword, and the iron boots stomped heavily on the street, and he retreated several steps.

Jones's body shook as well, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Haha, you're really going to do it," Sir Barry exclaimed excitedly, as if he had seen the scene of his own black knight, what a glory it was, he had cut down the black knight one-on-one, and the fame of Westeros was already close at hand.

"Damn," Jones now regrets that he hit the sword so hard, killing people is indeed invincible, but wielding the heavy sword is really a big burden for him to seriously injure him, "I will have to borrow the ice next time," he thought to himself, the ice is not small, but the weight is less than one-third of the black sword.

But the most important thing in front of him is to deal with this two or five boys first, Jones looked at Sir Barry, who rushed again, and sighed deeply, and the black giant sword slashed down from top to bottom again.

With a thud, Sir Barry's sword was smashed and deformed, and he fell to his knees in front of his horse, blood flowing from his mouth and shoulder.

However, Jones used up this breath again, and the rage was completely unsustainable, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably.

The pain was so severe that Jones passed out and rolled off his horse.

"It's hot, it's hot!" said Sir Barry, who had been poured some of Jones' blood, out miserably.

He felt his face and eyelids burn, but in a blur, he could see the black knight fall off his horse.

He screamed as he tried to get to his feet and wiped the blood from his face.

Victory is already in sight.

Suddenly, a vague black shadow rode head-on on his shoulder, and he was knocked backwards, and just as he tried to throw the guy riding on his neck away, he felt a cone pain in his eyes, and he didn't know what was going on, piercing his eyeballs.

A terrible cry came from Sir Barry's mouth, and he tried to push the demon away from his neck in horror, but the calves were tightly clasped around his neck, and he had no intention of letting go.

"You...... Who is it?" Barry cried out in horror, feeling death even though he had already won.

Little Green thrust the dagger he had won from the soldiers of the North into Barry's eye socket and stirred it vigorously, unoblivious to Sir Barry's terrible screams.

Little Green twisted the dagger with a hideous face, then pulled it out again, and stabbed it into Barry's cheek again, slashing and stabbing with bloody hands,

Little Green shouted as he poked,

"Drama, you dare to look at me with the eyes of a play!"

"Black knight, force me to work every day, smash stones, move stones, I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

"Play, play......" Barry screamed as he listened to the screams of the guy riding on his neck, and although he still didn't know who he was, he also knew that it had something to do with the prostitute he had strangled earlier.

"I didn't expect to die because of a bitch...... I'm going to be the Earl's man......" Barry thought at last, and finally fell into the darkness with reluctance.

And little Green, even after Barry's death, was stabbed over and over again, and the last puddle of rotten flesh was spread on the white skull, and no one could recognize this guy as Barry.