There was silence in the courtyard, and several braziers placed around each other reflected a dim light, revealing the huge monster in the field.

The thick hair has completely covered the werewolf's body, and at this time, Jamie's appearance can no longer see a trace of the original human skin, all of which is covered with dark wolf hair, like a degenerated hairy man.

His back bulged high and backwards, like a hunchback, and at the same time full of explosive power, Varys was covered in blood and trampled under his feet, motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Roar!!"

The werewolf raised his head to the sky again and let out a roar, the slender wolf's head chin raised to the sky and roared, his arms stretched out to the sides, and the nails on his two sharp claws extended outward a few centimeters again.

"Get out of the way!" Jaime let out a loud cry, not sure if it was a belated concern for Varys or a reminder to his brother Tyrion, his right hand made of magical metal gripped the hilt of the sword, drew the sword and spun it around his wrist at an incredible angle, and then pointed the sharp blade straight at the monster's neck.

It was a new sword technique honed by Jaime's right hand after it was transformed into a magic arm, and the long sword slashed through the air in a full circle towards the werewolf, which no normal person could do.

The twisting range of a person's wrist is limited, even if the long sword pulls out a rotating sword flower in the air, this rotation has a certain offset outward, but the arm of magic metal is different, it has no bones and joints and other organs in it, just like a soft towel, as long as you try your best to squeeze it.

Jaime's sword landed squarely on the werewolf's neck, but the werewolf's claws were also squarely between the sword and its body, even though Jaime was the best knight in King's Landing. It is also impossible to bridge the gap between humans and werewolves.

The power and speed of the long sword. In the eyes of werewolves, it is not much faster than the humans just now. Sharp nails flicked the sword away again, and the two collided in the air with a crisp metallic sound.

But Jaime didn't panic, as if he had expected this, and the longsword that had been flicked off was once again controlled by power in mid-air, and with greater speed and force, it reversed into the range of the werewolf's chest.

His wrist twisted rapidly in reverse, like a spring that had been taut to the extreme, and even the long sword with his wrist was even faster.

Caught off guard, the sword slammed a hole in the werewolf's chest. The sword struck away, leaving only a deep wound that turned outward and flesh, while large strands of blood gushed out.

The werewolf let out an angry cry of pain, and a fist the size of a bowling ball struck Jaime with a whistling wind, fortunately he didn't intend to stay where he was, and Jaime had already rolled over to dodge when the long sword hit the werewolf, but even so, the sharp sound of the wind flashed in his ears made Jaime break out in a cold sweat.

From the first time Jaime saw this monster, he made up his mind not to fight the other party. Although he had never seen this monster with a wolf's head, it walked upright and resembled a human. But it was full of explosive muscles, and Jaime immediately suspected that it had power that humans couldn't resist.

Although Jaime is the strongest knight in King's Landing, it doesn't mean that he will attack everything he faces, in fact, it is precisely because he is Jaime that he should use his weaknesses to defeat his opponents.

It would be unwise to fight hard against such a large monster, and using his nimble movement to attack him is the right way to win.

Jaime rolled on the spot, and when he got up to attack the monster, he was surprised to find that it had disappeared in place at some point.

Seeing the empty ground with only Varys lying there like a dead dog, a feeling of unease immediately rose in Jaime's heart, and he forced himself to the side, and in the next moment, a huge black shadow leaped to his place with manic power, and the rubble flew up.

Before Jaime could get to his feet, the shadow lunged forward again, his arms clenched with great force as if to crush his bones, and Jaime felt himself soar into the air, crashing between a solid stone.

The werewolf caught up with Jaime and grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him out, and Jaime flew sideways between the stone table and the stone bench, knocking the fruit oil lamp and the like to the ground while he himself was nearly dying.

In the splash of rubble, Tyrion, who was already short, ran around with his head in his arms, he knew his catties very well, even ordinary people couldn't beat him, and in the face of such a monster that Jaime was helpless against, he was basically looking for death.

Behind him, there was a clanging of metal, followed by a rumbling crash, but Tyrion ignored the slashing head, not even breaking his head with flying rubble.

He did the right thing, it was irrational to try to use a human body against werewolves like Jaime, even if he was the strongest knight in King's Landing, he couldn't make up for the exponential difference in strength and speed.

If you want to deal with werewolves, in the world of ice and fire, I am afraid that you can only use the siege tactics of the sea of people.

"So fast......" Jaime lay a little weak in the rubble of the table and stool, unable to move, he felt his bones swell and his head buzz and groggy.

Obviously, his idea is correct, the strength of this monster is simply incomparable, head-on confrontation is to seek death, and the only possibility to win is to use flexibility to swim with him, but he underestimated the speed of the werewolf, and James's thin and flexible human body not only did not have the advantage of speed against the werewolf, but was at a disadvantage.

In this way, failure is almost a foregone conclusion.

Jaime was very patient as a knight, and he struggled to regain control of his body, struggling to stand up against the pain, and he saw Varys lying there not far away, the black monster beside him.

A little blood dripped down the monster's chest, sparsely flowing to the ground, which made Jaime's heart relax, at least the other party would be hurt.

Soon, however, the werewolf shook his shoulders, and seemed to have recovered, and the blood had stopped flowing, and Jaime narrowed his eyes, and by the dim light of the fire, he soon saw that the wound on the monster's chest was no longer bleeding, but the black hair was too thick to see if it had healed.

But...... Either way, this wasn't good news for James.

The werewolf quickly recovered, his shoulders moving a little, his heaved back seemed to straighten slightly, and he fixed his gaze on Jaime, who had just struggled to his feet. (To be continued......)