Not far from the city gate of Myr, the sounds of battle had already erupted. The clashing of steel and the shouts of slaughter echoed one after another.
The grey-white banner of the Wolf Pack, galloping, still fluttered. Gendry stood before the corpses of the Unsullied, the cruel glint of his crude iron mask shining, sweat soaking his charcoal-black short hair. Blood dripped from his black mace; the Unsullied were brave and fearless, but they were not made of steel.
"Attack the Unsullied's heads or hearts! Try to kill them in one blow. If you attack other parts, the Unsullied won't feel pain, and you won't kill them!" Two Unsullied corpses lay at Gendry's feet, blood flowing like a river.
Four Unsullied followed closely, attacking Gendry with shields, spears, and shortswords. Most of their helmets had only a single iron spike, and their expressionless faces seemed cast from bronze. The Unsullied did not fear or flinch at the death of their comrades.
Gendry raised his oak shield, stepping back, and raised his warhammer with his other hand. Ordinary people did not possess his strength and agility. His nimble movements were like a Shadowcat, and Gendry began to conserve his energy.
Four Longspears thrust forward, the Unsullied moving in unison. When they realized Gendry posed a significant threat, the Unsullied resolved to deal with this opponent first.
"Clang!" A Longspear struck Gendry's black scale plate armor. Though the Unsullied were fierce, their weapons were not poisoned. Compared to the people of Myr, they were still warriors who fought honorably.
Although the Longspear did not pierce the black scale plate armor, the impact of the heavy thrust was still very uncomfortable. The Unsullied were well-trained light infantry, and their strength was considerable.
Gendry even saw the resolute eyes of the Unsullied. "Ah!" Gendry's furious mace smashed into an Unsullied's faceplate, crushing his cheek, and the Unsullied fell with a thud.
The remaining three Unsullied retracted their Longspears and then thrust upwards towards Gendry's throat.
Gendry darted backward with extreme speed. His movements were so quick, like a wild deer leaping through the forest, deftly avoiding branches. The burning pain in his chest made Gendry's strength even more ferocious.
"Whoosh!" Dick the Fletch's long arrow followed, helping Gendry directly pierce an Unsullied's eye socket.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Gendry seized the opportunity to strike several blows, again and again, until the Unsullied's shield began to shatter. Ferocity was a two-way attack; Gendry's arm also felt sore. The furious warhammer smashed the shield, then smashed the Unsullied's faceplate and face.
"Hurry!" The Handsome Man yelled, leading the team. But his cry was met with an attack. A Myr Mercenary's crossbow fired twice at him. The Handsome Man dodged the first, but the second crossbow bolt still struck his left arm.
Dick the Fletch's yew longbow then sent a cold greeting, shooting down that Myr Mercenary. The Arrow Maker had no superfluous words, but his longbow never missed its mark.
"Thank you so much, Dick!" The Handsome Man's face grew even paler.
"Save your strength! It seems my old bones still have to live and escort you first," Dick chuckled.
"Your wound!" Dick saw blood dripping from The Handsome Man's wound.
"It's nothing! Just escape Myr first!" The Handsome Man said with effort.
Gendry put away his Iron Hammer and also abandoned the idea of capturing some Unsullied. The Unsullied were the best guards, but the current situation was too chaotic, and there was no time to capture them.
The Wolf Pack Company's arrowhead formation changed direction. In the outer city of Myr, even if the iron wall formed by the Unsullied was completely annihilated, it would slow down the Wolf Pack. The best way was to return to the smuggler's secret tunnel and escape Myr.
"Hurry!" The Wolf Pack Company broke free from the Unsullied's attack range, heading instead towards the Myr Mercenaries.
On the other side, although the Myr Mercenaries' team was numerous, they were definitely not an iron wall like the Unsullied. They were a team composed of Mercenaries, guards, and gladiators.
The Wolf Pack Company, filled with killing intent, sprinted backward, led by The Handsome Man, towards that smuggler's secret tunnel.
"Kill!" The Knights of the Wolf Pack Company were like a storm. Those older Mercenaries or those severely wounded voluntarily stayed on the outermost layer to protect their head wolf and teammates. The Wolf Pack Company, after all, had the blood of Northerners, sacrificing themselves for their kin.
A long-standing tradition in the North was for the elderly, young children, unmarried individuals, those without heirs, the homeless, and others who could not be supported, to leave their homes when the first snow fell, so that their kin would have a better chance of seeing the next spring. Although the Wolf Pack Company had come to Myr, they still adhered to this tradition.
In the alleys of Myr, many bodies of the Wolf Pack's old Mercenaries lay fallen, along with horses that had lost their masters or were riddled with arrows, emitting painful neighs.
Through the deep secret tunnel, The Handsome Man led the survivors. Before the second morning arrived, they finally boarded the ship of the Pirate King of Lys.
A team of Mercenaries, covered in blood, sweat, and anger, with no sign of Greybeard among them, they already knew what had happened.
"Old friend, I thought you wouldn't return!" Lys's Old Pirate, Sala, said. "But I'm still glad to see you!"
"Thank you for your kindness, Sala!"
"You look a bit disheveled, old friend. It seems Myr no longer welcomes you! Are you ready, old friend!" Sala En said. "Come back to Lys with me. I really need good fighters like you! Whether it's legitimate shipping business or not, good warriors are needed! I admire you all!"
"We need to consider it!" The Handsome Man said. "May I borrow your cabin for a moment, old friend! I have a slight arrow wound on my arm."
Master Qyburn came forward. He noticed The Handsome Man's arm. Qyburn removed The Handsome Man's armor, looking at his arrow-struck arm. The blood in the wound had begun to turn purplish-black.
Qyburn quickly took The Handsome Man into the cabin to treat the wound with a sharp blade. After a while, Qyburn came out of the cabin and let the remnants of the Wolf Pack Company enter: Longspear, the Arrow Maker, Steel Fist, Gendry.
The Handsome Man motioned for Qyburn to announce a message.
"I'm very sorry!" Qyburn sighed, the wrinkles on his face deepening. "The Myr arrows were poisoned. I tried my best to treat The Handsome Man's arm. The arm was saved, but he will lose most of his sensation and will no longer be able to wield a weapon!"
"The head wolf is no longer with us! The head wolf gave me the head wolf ring!" The Handsome Man continued. The Wolf Pack did not weep, only anger remained.
"The Wolf Pack never forgets."
"The Wolf Pack never forgets."
"There's another message I need to announce!" The Handsome Man continued.
"This ring, this ring should be given to Gendry!" The Handsome Man took off the wolf head ring from his finger and handed it to Gendry.
"The head wolf always needs his hands. I don't like people calling me the Wolf Pack's cripple. This position is yours now, Child. If you want to leave the Wolf Pack Company, I won't mind!"
"This appointment is too significant!" Gendry shook his head.
"Listen to me, Child! We are all brave warriors. Men meet through sincerity and camaraderie. Our Wolf Pack Company doesn't like the false elections of the Myr people. For the head wolf of the Wolf Pack, we need the bravest, most astute wolf!" The Handsome Man explained.
"The position in the Wolf Pack Company is not an easy one for you! You are too young, yet you must bear responsibilities twice your age. But I see strength in your body, strength and wisdom. The Disputed Lands are a chaotic place; these two weapons are indispensable!" Dick the Fletch also stepped forward.
Gendry carefully examined the ring, a wolf head ring made of black iron and bronze, the wolf's image seeming to soar.
"I will obey the command of the new head wolf! Until death!" The Handsome Man was the first to kneel, one knee touching the ground.
Then came the others, all the remaining members of the Wolf Pack Company.
From this moment on, Gendry was the head wolf of the Wolf Pack Company, the commander of the Wolf Pack Company.