章節 230: Chapter 229: The Ranger
The Faceless Man, already severely injured, was greatly hindered in terms of agility.
"An excellent assassin never confronts his enemy head-on."
This was what his guide had warned him when he joined the ranks of the Faceless Men through the 'Gift'.
Faceless Men lurking in the shadows were the enemies that all kings, Magisters, and even Khals feared.
However, when facing a knight from Westeros clad in full armor, their threat was greatly diminished.
As the bravest warriors in a Khalasar, the Khals of the Dothraki had also been immersed in real combat for many years. The Faceless Men didn't have an extra head, so they didn't have any advantage in combat.
But now, the Faceless Man was forced to confront Viserys head-on. The water dancer's swordsmanship was exquisite and flashy, but still not enough.
As his weapon was broken, Viserys' sword also came down.
In desperation, 'Miguel' actually raised his left arm to block, and then half of his arm was easily cut off by the divine weapon comparable to Valyrian steel.
"Run!"
The barmaid in the cell, seeing this scene, immediately shouted anxiously.
But this sentence didn't need to be said, the Faceless Man himself was already well aware.
Half of his arm was cut off, and the pain of the burn-like wound caused by the magic-infused sword made even a strictly trained assassin like the Faceless Man unable to help but distort his face.
However, he still didn't scream, just grunted in pain.
Immediately, he covered his severed arm with one hand, enduring the pain, and fled towards the window without looking back.
He wanted to open the window and jump out from here, then escape.
However, Viserys stood in place holding his blood-stained longsword and did not actively pursue. The blood dripped onto the ground.
"Thank goodness."
Seeing this scene, the barmaid, burdened with heavy shackles, let out a sigh of relief and sat back down on the ground.
But in the next second.
A scene that made her almost unable to believe her own eyes happened.
Viserys suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared before her eyes.
On the other side.
"Huff~"
"Huff~"
The Faceless Man, panting heavily and covering his severed arm, fled towards the window like a dog that had lost its home. His vision was even somewhat blurry.
But then he felt a bone-chilling coldness in his chest, which directly penetrated his heart, and then turned into a pain like being roasted by a raging fire.
Viserys suddenly appeared in front of him, and Dusk pierced his heart.
'Miguel's' eyes widened, once again showing shock and familiar disbelief, and then blood surged from the corner of his mouth.
"Impossible!"
The Faceless Men can control their emotions well. They can stay calm in any dangerous situation. However, today, the Faceless Man's worldview has been refreshed several times.
It even made him somewhat doubt whether the world in front of him was real, whether he was dreaming.
Viserys, who should have been behind him, suddenly appeared in front of him in a cloud of black mist and pierced his heart with a sword.
In the neighboring cell, the Mountain, shackled heavily, also held the cold iron window. He had been silent all along, but now he widened his eyes in disbelief at the scene before him.
He and the barmaid both saw Viserys turn into a cloud of black mist, then suddenly appear in front of the assassin, and pierce his heart with a sword.
"Devil!"
Gregor Clegane, panting slightly, his towering figure pressed against the iron window, his hand clutching the cold railing, murmuring.
And the Faceless Man who had tried to assassinate Viserys during the day, no matter how unbelievable, his life force was rapidly fading. Without their disguise, they were merely mortal.
Puff.
Then Viserys pulled out his longsword, a black mist followed the sword into the man's body, and the Faceless Man's corpse fell softly to the ground.
"No."
The barmaid on the other side seemed somewhat unable to accept the scene.
However, Viserys didn't pay attention to the reactions of the two guests in the cell. He squatted down and touched the cheek of the corpse.
After the Faceless Man died, there was a slight gap between their body and the skin they wore on the outside.
Then Viserys directly tore off this face, revealing the true face of the Faceless Man underneath.
...
The next morning.
Two heads of the Faceless Men were hung on the city wall of the Nine Towers Palace.
Some passing Pentoshi citizens looked up and saw this scene.
If it were usual, they might have been interested in discussing who the unlucky guy who had angered these big people was, and even come up with a moving story.
However, now the Pentoshi people, who have artistic cells and are good at imagining, didn't take a few more glances at the heads of these two unlucky guys, because they have seen too many heads these two days.
All the Magisters were exterminated, their assets were all confiscated by the city-state, and as a grace, their former slaves were freed and became new freemen in the city-state.
The people who used to work for these Magister families still keep their original jobs, and their salaries have even slightly increased, so the people quickly accepted the change of the king's flag on the city head.
Among these people passing by the palace.
One person paid more attention to the heads on the palace city wall, carefully identified for a while, and even almost attracted the attention of the guards.
Then this person quickly disappeared into the crowd.
...
The dragon burned all the Magisters, the Targaryen family took Pentos, and Viserys encountered the assassination of the Faceless Men.
Limited by the backward communication technology, ordinary ravens can hardly fly over the sea, they must rely on merchant ships, these news will inevitably reach Westeros a month later.
And a few days after this incident.
Thousands of miles away, north of the Wall of Desolation.
The heavy snow of the previous few days finally got a brief respite, a group of riders wearing animal skin capes and black cloaks seized this opportunity and were struggling to move forward in the heavy snow.
They were the rangers of the Night's Watch, responsible for scouting and patrolling in the Haunted Forest, killing the wildlings and the Others wandering here.
However, the latter has long become a legend, the Night's Watch has forgotten the memory of the Others, and now only stories to scare children are passed down.
This group of rangers had just repelled a small group of wildlings who had entered their field of vision. The other party left a few corpses and then fled in embarrassment.
Because the Others have been missing for too long, the target of the Night's Watch has also changed from guarding against the Others to killing wildlings. The Haunted Forest is now the battlefield for the wildlings and the Night's Watch.
At this moment.
A faint sound suddenly came from the bushes not far from the rangers.
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