The Wolf Pack Company's tent banner still flew over the manor, and the Knights of the Wolf Pack Company charged out from a side door of the manor, their armor making them appear even more robust. longswords hung at their waists, clashing against their scabbards, playing a song of steel. Besides longswords, there were also Longspears, maces, or flails.
Purple Beard looked at the dead runaway slaves on and below the city wall, like ants, his gaze as cold as ice. "It seems the Wolf Pack Company is truly as the legends say, a tough bunch!"
"Boss!" the treasurer behind Purple Beard whispered. "Without siege equipment, it will be very difficult for us to wear down and capture this manor. After all, this is the governor's most important asset, and it's heavily guarded..."
"What are you afraid of!" Purple Beard said dismissively. "It's just a governor; don't we have the governor's support?"
"What do you say, Lord Rust?" Purple Beard said to a tall, thin man behind him, a fawning expression on Purple Beard's face.
"Although this is our first attack, we cannot easily retreat." The tall, thin man's hair was Rust-colored, his face pale, and he had cold, dead eyes. His chosen weapon was a Dothraki arakh.
"Kill!" The Wolf Pack Company and Purple Beard's bandit Knights clashed. The runaway slaves in the rear, seeing that things were going badly, had already scattered into the night.
The Mercenaries' battle was very direct; they began to fight to the death. Purple Beard's men actually had good armor, no wonder they had the courage to charge.
"Follow me!" The Handsome Man shouted, then wielded his longsword, engaging Purple Beard in a chaotic battlefield.
One of the Wolf Pack Company's comrades was impaled on a bandit Knight's spear, while "Longspear's" horse kicked and broke an enemy's spine.
The Wolf Pack Company was fewer in number but fiercer and better equipped, while Purple Beard's men were more numerous but looser. A bandit Knight recklessly charged at Gendry, only to be struck in the chest by Gendry's warhammer, piercing through his leather armor, leather, muscle, and lung, instantly killing him. Gendry watched the bandit Knight's blood slowly cool, then pulled his warhammer from the bandit Knight's corpse. Gendry continued without pause, launching a new attack.
A bandit Knight's infantryman jabbed a spear towards Gendry's chest. Gendry swung his warhammer, parrying the spear, and the man jumped backward. But the Wolf Pack Company's Instructor, "Morningstar," then turned his horse, trampling the bandit Knight underfoot.
Another flying spear shot from the right towards Gendry, embedding itself in his wooden shield with a "thud." Gendry relentlessly pursued the spear-thrower, who held his shield overhead. Gendry circled him on horseback. maces rained down like a storm, sending oak splinters flying. Nightwood and steel shields were excellent, but oak shields were far inferior.
"Bang!" Gendry's mace stirred up a whirlwind of death, instantly smashing half of the bandit Knight's face. Blood, brains, and bone fragments erupted, and the bandit Knight softly fell to the ground.
"Watch out!" Gendry saw Morningstar and cried out anxiously. Morningstar had inexplicably dismounted, perhaps his warhorse had been speared and thrown him off, which was very dangerous. Morningstar stood amidst the crowd, his spiked Morningstar swinging on the battlefield. Morningstar's martial arts were superb; several souls were already buried beneath his hammer.
"Watch closely, kid!" Morningstar laughed heartily, but his smile gradually faded. A bandit Knight's crossbow shot struck him.
"Die!" A tall, lean bandit Knight then emerged from behind Morningstar. His deep, curved scimitar was very vicious, and he began to fight Morningstar. The man wielding the arakh struck quickly and fiercely, making Morningstar struggle. What was even more terrifying was the dagger. The Rust-haired man found an opening, stabbing his dagger from the connection between Morningstar's armguard and breastplate, under his armpit. Blood flowed out; this was the fate of a Mercenary.
"I'm very sorry!" Morningstar wore a tragic smile on his face, then fell to the ground and closed his eyes.
"No!" Gendry was caught in his own bitter struggle and could not save Morningstar.
Seeing Morningstar fall to the ground, Gendry seemed to transform into a storm. He raised his warhammer, launching a furious attack, intense battle flames igniting within him.
Gendry swung his mace, a violent power seemingly surging through his body, directly knocking down two bandit Knights beside him, then charging towards the Rust-haired bandit Knight.
"Kid, are you going to die too?" The Rust-haired bandit pulled out his dagger, wiping the blood from it with a thin white silk cloth. The two mortal enemies met in the crowd.
"Come on!" Gendry dismounted. He said nothing, but directly swung his mace. Morningstar was his teammate, his Instructor.
"I don't mind cutting open your heart again!" The Rust Knight raised his long, curved scimitar. This weapon was favored by the Dothraki, suitable for slashing, capable of inflicting deep and long wounds on enemies from horseback, especially effective against unarmored opponents.
The pleasing sound of steel rang out; this was the dance of death. Gendry had a helmet and black scale plate armor, while his Rust-haired opponent had no helmet and wore chainmail. Gendry had a large bull helmet, but his neck and face were currently unprotected by armor.
"You have the right to know my name! Kid, the gladiator of Meereen, the undefeated Rust Kalaz." Kalaz's speed was astonishingly fast. The arakh let out a series of whistling sounds, its blade light like a heavy rain, wanting to overturn Gendry. Kalaz chopped at Gendry's throat or head.
Gendry defended calmly, blocking every chop with his mace and oak shield. Steel clashed against steel, and Gendry felt as if he possessed endless strength, bringing rage and storm. The Meereenese, Purple Beard, perhaps did not have such wealth to hire such a master from the Meereen arena.
"Bandits are still bandits! Cowards!" Kalaz cursed, because the situation on the field was changing rapidly. The Handsome Man's subordinates were like madmen, and Purple Beard's men were gradually getting anxious, unable to parry. Kalaz also felt it was very difficult; in the sound of clashing steel, his opponent's strength was so wild.
"Ha!" Kalaz's scimitar struck Gendry's black scale plate armor. Gendry felt his blood surge, but the scimitar did not penetrate the black scale plate armor. Gendry's counterattack came in an instant, smashing directly into Kalaz's face. A hole appeared in Kalaz's cheek, with bright red blood, and Kalaz let out a wail.
"Coward! Coward in armor!" Kalaz had no helmet; Kalaz only had chainmail. This was Gendry's opportunity.
"Bang!" Gendry's warhammer was as if the storm god had arrived; the immense force of the impact made Kalaz struggle.
Kalaz roared and attacked, his scimitar flying up and down, trying to escape.
Gendry only blocked the attacks aimed at his head. Kalaz struck his arm, but it had no effect. This was not valyrian steel after all.
"Die!" Both sides fought relentlessly until Gendry's spiked warhammer heavily struck Kalaz's chest, crushing Kalaz's body. Kalaz fell to the ground, dead.