Chapter 7 Courage

thump--

Viserys rolled on the blood-stained avenue with some embarrassment, and his blue velvet shirt became dirty.

The frightened warhorse whizzed past his ears, the heavy hooves slammed on the ground, and the stones jumped slightly.

And His Royal Highness felt that his ears were going to be deafened, and he fell to his knees on the ground, curled up together.

Huhu~

He was breathing heavily with his hands on the ground, his cheeks flushed red.

"I"

He really wanted to say something about the rest of his life, but his qi and blood surged up because of his fast-beating heart.

However, the tense situation is ever-changing, and there is no time for him to feel any emotion.

The sword of Sir William fell on the ground not far away at this moment, stained with a little mud, but it still shone slightly with a cold light.

During the melee, the eardrums were filled with the sound of fighting, blood splattered, and both sides had their eyes red.

And Viserys was lying on the ground with his hands supporting the ground, panting heavily, raised his head and looked at the long sword that was a little heavy to him not far away.

"I…"

Then I don't know where the courage and strength came from.

"Damn!"

The silver-haired boy gritted his teeth and tried hard to make himself ruthless, and then climbed up from the ground with difficulty, ignoring the heart that was beating so fast that it was about to pop out, and suddenly rushed over and hugged it tightly.

Cool to the touch.

The chill on the blade almost condensed into substance.

Perhaps Viserys did not dare to hold such a narrow and sharp weapon in his previous life, for fear of breaking the law or hurting himself, but at this time, he only felt the incomparable kindness of this sword.

Because in such a chaotic situation, everyone is overwhelmed, and no one can protect him

Only himself.

The silver-haired boy gritted his teeth slightly, holding the long sword nervously and swore secretly.

No matter who wants to kill himself, he will not catch him like a rabbit, even if he dies, he will bite off his flesh.

"I will for sure"

However, when Viserys was cheering for himself.

A 'robber' who fell off the war horse in the battle just now because his horse's leg was cut off stood up staggeringly, holding his sword in one hand and covering his head in the other.

His leather armor was cut with a ferocious scar, and he was about to be disemboweled just now, but God's blessing kept him from dying.

And when the 'robber' stood up, under the broken leather armor, there was a touch of red and a golden lion logo.

In a flash.

For various reasons.

The Red Fort guard who had just cut off his horse's leg was killed by others in an instant. The battle was extremely fierce, and he was not shot.

But when he slowed down and pushed away his partner's body and climbed up from below, he shook his head and saw the boy standing in the blank space in the middle of the battlefield holding the sword.

The iconic long silver-gold hair, lavender eyes like jewels, and cheeks as handsome as a girl, the boy holding the sword also found him, and panic clearly appeared in the pair of eyes that were full of determination just now. at a loss

Like a frightened rabbit.

He didn't expect that he was still swearing secretly just now, but he was targeted by the enemy in an instant.

And the masked robber who fell from his horse saw this unprotected 'big fish', and his face slowly showed a hideous smile, and the black cloth wrapped on his face was also blown away by the wind.

But he didn't care at all.

Holding a long sword, he walked towards Viserys step by step.

A Targaryen prince unprotected, like a fish on a chopping block.

No matter how noble the boy's background was and how pure his bloodline was, even kneeling on the ground was not enough to see the boy's toes.

However, at this time, the noble birth and bloodline were not enough for His Royal Highness to avoid the sword of his mud-legged sword.

And Viserys didn't know whether he was frightened or something else at this moment, but he stood still and didn't move.

It was just that his breathing was a little short, and he clenched Sir William's saber with both hands, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at the opponent.

His mind was blank, just filled with the sentence that the middle-aged coach gave him just now.

"Learn to stab the enemy with the pointed end."

Behind what Viserys could not see, a black fog gradually filled and rolled into an indescribable shape, and a pair of scarlet eyes opened in the black fog, watching his back.

Viserys' eyes gradually smeared a layer of scarlet, his breathing became heavier, and he clenched the long sword in his hand.

And at this time, between the electric light and flint.

Boom.

Horses galloping.

Horseshoes rolled up blood and mud.

William Darry was covered in blood. He didn't know whether it was his own or the enemy's. He held a long sword, and the blood kept dripping down the blade.

Then it was raised high, and the warhorse galloped past the robber, and then the long sword crossed a path under the blood-red setting sun, and chopped down heavily.

puff--

next second.

A big head flew straight up, and then blood poured out like a fountain.

Huhu~

The middle-aged man's slightly curly long hair was stained with blood and looked a little hideous. He had already killed his red eyes, and his legs were tightly clasping the warhorse under his crotch, and then he handed the long sword to his left hand.

Tread

Horses' hooves tread the bloody mud.

Then he bent slightly as he passed Viserys, leaning against the horse's back.

Reaching out his hand, he directly picked up the little prince, put it behind him, and said in a hurried voice.

"Your Highness, hold me tight!"

The middle-aged coach discovered that Viserys was in danger at the most critical moment, and then hurriedly rushed the horse to kill the enemy with a sword, saving the little prince who was going to fight the enemy.

And the hot blood of the enemy splattered on the silver-haired boy's delicate cheeks, Viserys woke up like a dream, and his body suddenly shivered.

The black mist that no one else could see behind him slowly dissipated, and the lavender-like gem-like eyes returned to clarity.

His throat rolled slightly, and he clenched his teeth lightly.

It was only then that he realized what had just happened.

He... he actually wanted to fight the enemy desperately?

Where did the courage come from?

However, he had already been carried on the horse by Sir William, and upon hearing the teacher's words, Viserys hugged him tightly without hesitation.

An enemy was beheaded within three feet or so, and blood splattered on his cheeks, but Viserys had no urge to vomit, or had no chance at all.

Instead, he strengthened his courage and clenched his fists.

Because he knew very well that if he wanted to live, now was not the time for nausea and vomiting.

The blood in the young body began to burn as if it had been ignited.

For a seven-year-old boy, it's hard to say that he was more brave than his performance.

"kill!!"

Immediately, the battle resounded on this blood-stained avenue like the thunder that erupted from the knight's tongue.