On the battlefield.
Talvey stepped forward, grabbed a Tyrosh officer whose hair and beard were dyed entirely blue, and yanked him backward fiercely.
The intense pain distorted the officer’s face, and Talvey leaned down to look straight into his eyes, his voice as cold and hard as iron:
“Speak, where is Craghas?”
The blue-haired officer gritted his teeth against the intense pain, not daring to hide anything, and tremblingly pointed toward a dim cave on the inner side of the island: “My lord… It’s there, Craghas is in that cave!”
After learning Craghas’s location.
Talvey let go of his hand, letting him collapse to the ground, then turned to look at the family knight beside him and commanded in a deep voice:
“Azel, take a squad of men and follow me!”
After speaking, he put his helmet back on, drew his sword, and walked toward the cave.
Only by killing Craghas could this victory in the war of The Stepstones be won; otherwise, with The Crabfeeder’s abilities and backed by the support of the Triarchy, he could make a comeback at any moment.
“Yes, my lord.”
Azel bowed to acknowledge the order, quickly mustered his men, closely followed behind Talvey, and guarded Talvey as he stepped into the cave.
“Everyone, watch out for traps!”
Stepping into the cave, Talvey reminded everyone.
The group cautiously walked deeper into the cave.
Along the way, they neither encountered traps nor saw the figure of a single enemy, eventually arriving safely at a vast, huge cavern.
Craghas, holding a battleaxe, sat aloft and watched Talvey and his group with a calm expression.
He did not choose to run.
Although brutal and greedy, he had his own pride, which was why he did not flee like a panicked rat; otherwise, given his familiarity with the cave paths, it would be no easy task for Talvey to catch him.
“Craghas, you actually didn’t choose to run. It really makes me look at you in a new light, otherwise catching you wouldn’t be easy at all!”
Talvey rested his left hand on the hilt of his sword, standing tall with a hint of admiration in his gaze.
Craghas scoffed: “Heh, if not for your dragons, even if you attacked for another ten years, you still couldn’t take Bloodstone!”
Talvey: “At this point, is there any use in saying these things? Being able to ride dragons is a strength in itself, don’t you think? General Craghas of Myr!”
“Indeed, saying these things now has no meaning. Only the victors are praised. So, Talway Valthorn, I now challenge you to a one-on-one duel! Do you dare accept?”
“Hahaha, Craghas, I must say you truly have admirable courage. It’s been over a year, don’t tell me you still don’t know my strength.”
“Hahaha, precisely because I know, I want to duel you. Dying at your hands is far better than dying at the hands of a nobody. Come on, Talvey!”
“Good! Craghas, you are not the first general to die by my hand, nor will you be the last!”
After speaking, Talvey slowly drew the Valyrian steel greatsword from his waist and pointed it straight at Craghas.
“Hahaha!”
Accompanied by a burst of frantic laughter, Craghas raised his battleaxe high and charged fiercely down from the high platform.
He leaped high, and the battleaxe in his hand fiercely chopped toward Talvey’s head.
Clang——!
Accompanied by a harsh screech of clashing metal, Craghas’s battleaxe flew out of his hand, and the webs of his hands split open, bleeding profusely.
After the Valyrian steel greatsword in Talvey’s hand knocked away his opponent’s battleaxe, its momentum unabated, it slashed down diagonally.
Craghas looked calmly at the greatsword slashing toward him, with a trace of an elusive smile at the corners of his mouth.
Slice!
The Valyrian steel greatsword easily pierced through the armor, slashing straight from Craghas’s shoulder and neck down to his waist and abdomen, instantly splitting him in half.
Blood spurted and splashed, and his upper torso rolled and crashed to the ground.
Bang!
Bang!
As the upper body slammed onto the ground, the lower body also slowly toppled over.
The Myrman Admiral — ‘The Crabfeeder’ Craghas Drahar, has fallen.
…
Before long.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Talvey slowly walked out of the cave.
Behind him, Valthorn soldiers carried a wooden board upon which lay two halves of a corpse.
On the battlefield, once everyone saw the face of that corpse clearly.
The Valthorn soldiers instantly burst into cheers, and morale soared greatly.
As for the Triarchy soldiers kneeling in surrender, looking at the commander’s corpse, only endless despair and dead silence remained in the depths of their eyes.
Talvey threw Craghas’s battleaxe in front of the Triarchy soldiers, raised his longsword high with his right hand, and shouted with arms raised:
“Valthorn, victory is certain!”
“Roar——!” The golden dragon Terentius, who shared a telepathic bond with Talvey, roared up to the sky.
“Valthorn, victory is certain!”
“Lord Talvey, victory is certain!”
The shouts of the Valthorn soldiers shook the heavens.
After the cheers subsided, Talvey pointed at Craghas’s corpse and instructed Azel: “Find a place to bury Craghas. He died with some honor.”
“As you wish, Lord Talvey!”
Night, the temporary military camp of House Valthorn.
Everywhere in the camp were lit bonfires.
Soldiers were eating roasted meat and drinking fine wine, celebrating the victory of the war.
Meanwhile, Talvey sat alone inside the grand tent, letting out a long sigh: “Sigh~ Eighteen years have passed, and I don’t know if I can ever cross back.”
That’s right, Talvey was also a member of the transmigrator army.
When he first transmigrated to this world, he was still an infant.
As he grew up, the two dragon eggs around him gradually hatched, and through conversations with people around him, he gradually learned that this world was the Game of Thrones world.
As an ordinary Eastern citizen who grew up in the spring breeze and lived under the red flag, as an old bookworm who frequented Qidian for years, he had not failed to read about transmigration.
But when it truly fell upon his head, his first reaction was not excitement, but deep unease and fear.
Because he knew this world too well; saying human lives were worth less than dogs overestimated human lives.
Fortunately in this world, the family he belonged to was powerful, and he himself had hatched two dragons, otherwise he truly wouldn’t even know how to cry.
He had originally planned to steadily be his own noble lord, marry a wife of equal social status, keep a dozen or so pretty mistresses, and live out his life like that.
Until he was six years old, accompanied by a “ding” sound in his mind, the system was successfully activated.
At that time, he felt like drinking a can of iced cola in the scorching dog days of summer—super refreshing.
Transmigration must come with a golden finger; book friends never deceived him.
Come to think of it, the great entity that caused his transmigration must have also known that it would be very difficult to survive in this world relying solely on trash like him, which was why it gave him a tiny bit of tiny help!
Listening to the commotion outside, he snapped back to his senses, reviewed today’s gains, and chanted silently in his heart: “System.”
A light screen full of sci-fi texture, resembling an online game panel, suspended out of thin air, firmly locked in Talvey’s field of vision.
“Ding!”
[ Heavens Mount & Blade System ]
[ Talway Valthorn ]
[ Age: 18 / 120 ]
[ Race: Ancient Valyrian Dragonlord (Perfect) ]
[ Physical Strength: 25 ]
[ Soul Strength: 18 ]
(The average for ordinary people is 3 to 4, with 10 being the limit. Although you look very strong, in the myriad worlds, you are still a tiny ant.)
[ Territory: The Arbor, The Bay Territory, Bloodstone. ]
[ Troops: Dragons × 3, Valthorn Sworn Knights × 76… ]
[ Skills: Master-level swordsmanship, Master-level archery, Master-level riding… ]
[ Supernatural Skills: Dimensional Space LV1 (Purple), Heart of Fire LV1 (Blue), Dragon Affinity LV3 (Green), Dragonlord Heart-Pact LV3 (Green). ]
[ Myriad Worlds Shop: Not Unlocked ]
[ Influence: 451+824 ]