Bear School Astartes

The high-grade Bear School Armor lacks throat protection.

Thus, in the eyes of the archer "Sweetmouth" Raf, either this magical guy would use his armguard to block, abandoning the attack on Gregor.

Or let the arrow pierce through his neck.

Magic? Can magic be used continuously without stopping?

"Sweetmouth" had never seen magic, but he firmly believed that magic couldn't be such a convenient power.

His archery was elite even within the entire Lannister camp; just now, he had shot down a Stark guard amidst the cavalry skirmish.

Pierced through the chest, clean and swift.

In this kind of small-scale battlefield, the role of a high-quality archer is tremendously significant.

As long as he stood outside the safe skirmish zone, whichever direction the bow pointed, would send chills down anyone's spine.

"Sweetmouth" Raf knew his role well, so after everyone under Gregor's command shot a round and charged forward.

Only he remained in the woods beside the road, using vegetation and trunks as his cover to shoot cold arrows.

Lann indeed, as he expected, pulled back the force of his punch aimed at Clegane's helmet halfway.

However, he didn't completely withdraw it, shielding his throat.

Instead, he pulled his hand back to grasp the sword with both hands!

"Edd!" Lann shouted explosively. "Give me that dagger!"

Edd Stark was entangled with two soldiers at this moment; although he was no longer young, he had been a renowned warrior of the Seven Kingdoms.

While Lann was exchanging blows with Gregor, he used his longsword to slit the throat of a soldier.

Upon hearing Lann's call, he didn't hesitate; the deep trust made him directly draw the prized Dragonbone Dagger from his waist and toss it to Lann!

Then, without turning back, he dealt with the enemies ahead.

Edd was not skilled in throwing, but a knight trained systematically wouldn't completely miss the target. So the Dragonbone Dagger spun through the air towards Lann's side.

Still within his longsword's reach.

"Sweetmouth," after shooting an arrow towards Lann's throat, shrank most of his body behind the tree trunk.

When he saw Lann halt, he felt no surprise, only what was supposed to happen.

Because he knew the power of archery and the limits of the human body's endurance thoroughly, Lann's reaction was the only choice he had.

An elite archer must be a master observer of battle scenarios.

But then "Sweetmouth" Raf's once calm and certain eyes suddenly widened.

Lann broke free from the scenario he had orchestrated!

How dare he not deal with that arrow aiming for his throat?!

The arrow and the Dragonbone Dagger simultaneously headed towards Lann, the arrow arriving first.

But the iron arrowhead, just as it was about to penetrate the fleshy neck, was blocked by a dim golden Magic Shield!

A "snap!" sound rang out crisply.

In Raf's dilated pupils, the arrow was directly flicked away, while that dim golden Magic Shield shattered like fragile glass in the air.

Demon Hunter tip: The ordinary Quen Rune is a sustained type of seal. If the duration hasn't expired and the damage hasn't exceeded its limit, this seal won't disappear.

During the first round of shooting, "Sweetmouth" Raf focused mainly on the crucial Edd; he never noticed anything amiss with Lann.

And once the melee began, no one could share those details with him.

He was completely unaware of the Demon Hunter's hidden trick!

But now, Raf clearly understood something.

"He never intended to take down Master Clegane first; the one he aimed to deal with first... is me!"

Raf's expression stiffened; he immediately pulled back his bow, dodged behind the tree trunk, and continued to reposition himself in the shady forest.

But at this moment, the longsword that Lann held with both hands had already paired up with that Dragonbone Dagger in mid-air.

"Force analysis completed, expected trajectory as follows..."

On his retina, Mentos had marked out a detailed path of motion, and Lann executed Mentos's calculations with his extraordinary physical control.

A crisp "clang" echoed.

The Bear School Steel Sword from another world met the Valyrian Steel Blade.

The force from the Demon Hunter's arms transmitted to the Dragonbone Dagger, causing this exquisite and deadly weapon to immediately shift its motion state.

Speed soaring! Precision correcting!

Like a blade made of black smoke ripples, with a harrowing sound cutting through the air, it flew directly towards the tree trunk Raf had just appeared from!

The woody tissue of the plants is no better than solidified lard against the magical steel.

The Dragonbone Dagger nailed through a tree trunk as thick as an adult's waist, sparking a human scream in the dark forest.

"That archer is finished!"

Lann informed his side that he had neutralized the ranged threat, boosting the morale of those engaged in a tough fight.

Lann had just consecutively released the Quen Rune and the Alder Rune twice, now temporarily in a magic power lull.

Couldn't use the Alder's Rune as a launcher to attack the archer remotely; otherwise, he'd have used his hunting knife already.

But if weapon "throwing" depended solely on physical strength, the Dragonbone Dagger was probably the only weapon on the scene capable of maintaining lethality after penetrating an entire trunk.

Upon using his longsword to flick out the Dragonbone Dagger, Lann immediately sensed the longsword's oddity in his hand.

With a glance, the advanced Bear School Steel Sword, mixed with monster materials, now bore a small notch at the spot where it met the Valyrian Steel Blade.

The notch wasn't large, but it was enough to astonish Lann.

Previously, he's wielded this sword against many knights armored from head to toe, and this weapon concocted with monster materials performed adeptly.

Within his peripheral vision, a dark sword light flashed.

Lann slightly tilted his head, and the blade that sliced through the air grazed his nose and missed.

That was Gregor's greatsword.

Lann nimbly leaped back, sheathing his slightly chipped longsword, then drew the Lady of the Lake's Sword—Aron Dite—with a reverse grip.

Gregor was swinging his intimidatingly large sword broadly, trying to push back threats nearby.

Using his shield-bearing hand against the ground to stand back up again.

But after eliminating that elite archer, Lann was entirely focused on dealing with this extraordinarily gifted 'ordinary person.'

The body that just landed from his backward leap instantly restarted!

Lann, manipulating his body's center of gravity, approached Gregor like a specter.

Next, several frighteningly swift glints of sword light descended upon Gregor with chilling quickness!