Silk Street, Silk Shop.

"How many Dorhens do you need to put a farrier on a horse? no more, no less, exactly nine. One man nails iron, and eight carry horses. ”

A big-headed knight with a mouth full of alcohol laughed.

On the other side, several Dornites who were picking silk looked up together and looked this way.

The head of the rude man was very large, and there was a very terrible scar on his forehead. He was well dressed in armor, which only protected his vital points, and the rest was leather.

Drunken and rude people look vicious!

"Knight Chiswick, what nonsense are you talking about?" his companion hurriedly stopped.

"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm going to Dorne, the Dornish are really stupid! And I didn't make up this joke, last night in the casino, a Dornish man said it himself, Temple Knight, don't push me, there's no stupid Dorn's guy here. ”

"I am the Dorn, knight. A teenager stepped forward and blocked the way of the big-headed Chiswick and Temple, "Apologize, Knight." The young man pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

It's a dangerous move.

The big head pushed Temple away, staggered up, and his eyes fell on the family crest of the young man's left chest, the big head was not high, and the young man with his chest was a head taller than him: "Boy, are you a noble?......man?" A big black bird on a yellow background, with a pink thing on its paws...... He turned his head to look at Temple, "Temple Knight, come and see, what is this thing on this paw, man's little worm?" haha, hahaha!"

The boy was furious, and his right hand, which held down the hilt of the sword, released the hilt of the sword, and slapped the drunk in the face.

The drunk shook so hard that he happened to dodge the boy's slap and stood there giggling.

The boy slapped him in the air, his face was hot, his mother and sister were looking at him, and the three knights of the family.

The drunk man approached the boy again, and his eyes seemed to be a little unopen: "Baby, a baby." The big black bird has a baby on its big black claws, what kind of crest is this? What a stupid design, he's. ”

The young man felt the hot blood rushing to his head, clenched his left hand into a fist, and smashed the drunkard's nose with all the strength of his life.

Suddenly, the drunk man in front of him was gone, but his left fist could not be retracted, and he tripped over something under his feet, and his back was hit by a strong force, and the boy flew out, and with a bang, his head hit a threshold made of stone, and he fainted suddenly.

Choke!

The three knights drew their swords together.

The drunk man smiled: "Don't draw your sword, Lao Tzu never likes to draw a sword." ”

Choke!

His companion Temple unsheathed his sword, the tip of which pointed at the neck of the young man on the ground: "Don't draw your sword, knight, he's drunk." If you don't accept it, you can beat him up. ”

The long sword flashed coldly, and it was pointed at the young man's neck, and as long as the tip of the sword sank, the young man was killed immediately.

"Put away your swords, knights!" cried the lady in the center.

Bang!

The three knights slammed their swords into their sheaths.

The girl next to the old woman rushed over, Temple's long sword sank, the tip of the sword pierced into the young man's neck, and blood flowed out: "Don't come, miss." ”

The girl stood abruptly, her chest heaving, her eyes like a sword.

Temple laughed, ignoring the girl's murderous gaze, reached out and lifted the boy from the ground, and slapped it crisply and loudly, and the young man's face immediately had five blood-stained fingerprints.

The maiden, the lady, and the three knights exclaimed together, "What are you doing?"

"Ahem, ahem!" the fainting teenager was woken up by a slap in the face. Temple held the boy hostage and exited the shop, "If you want to fight, just fight, don't draw your sword." ”

"Knight, we are the Blemon family of Dorne, I am Lady Laura Blemon, this is my daughter Jonessa Blemon, you have caught it, it is my son Penrose Blemon, please let my son go. ”

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The Brammon family, one of the nine families of Dorne, has a deep background, a vast territory, and glory, and is by no means idle. The family castle of Blemont is located on the banks of a turbulent river, under the Dorne Mountains.

The Dorne are divided into three main groups: the "Salt People" by the sea, the "Sand People" in the desert and narrow river valleys, and the "Stone People" in the mountains and passes of the Crimson Mountains.

The three major groups of Dornlai were present in the procession, and their characteristics were distinct: the "Salt Men" were soft and dark, with smooth olive skin and long black hair that fluttered in the wind, the "Sandmen" were even darker, they were so accustomed to wearing long bright scarves on their helmets that they could not bear the intense rays of the sun on Dorne, and the "Stone Men" were the best and most beautiful of the three, they were descendants of the Andals and their ancestors, with brown or blonde hair and faces slightly roughened by the Dorne sun.

The Bremen family belongs to the Stone Man group.

The lady wore a satin robe with long fluttering sleeves and a jeweled belt. The three knights beside him were densely decorated with polished copper plates, the young man who was caught by Temple was dressed in brocade with a shining sterling silver belt, and Ninessa Bremont was the heir of the Bremont family, with a slender body, a slender neck, and a beautiful face.

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The big-headed Chiswick smiled: "Temple, it turns out that we really collided with the great nobles of Dorne, why don't you hurry up and release the young master of the Bremont family." He staggered out, and suddenly, with a flash of cold light, Janessa's dagger unsheathed and stabbed at the big-headed Chiswick.

Suddenly, her wrist tightened, and her big head was already leaning on Janessa's body, and one hand grabbed her wrist, like steel, and with a slight force, Janessa's arm was twisted, and the short sword in her hand went to Chiswick's hand, and the short sword was horizontal, resting on Janessa's neck.

Janessa's whole body suddenly stiffened and she couldn't move. She is a beauty-loving woman, and her body is soft and fragrant, and the smoke makes the big-headed Chiswick look intoxicated.

In the blink of an eye, Janessa Blemon was restrained again, and the three knights did not change color.

Countess Laura Bremont looked unkind and shouted, "Knight, are you the vassals of that lord?"

*

The Countess of Bremont saw that the other party was here to provoke, but she was very measured, hurting people and not killing people.

This time, the nine families of Dorne came out together, and they were originally here to show their strength in King's Landing!

Their prince, Oberon Martell, the Red Viper, has a feud with the Tyrells of the High Court: Willas Tyrell, the eldest son and heir of the Tyrells, was mutilated by Prince Oberon Martell in a jousting ring when he was a teenager - Velas had already thrown in defeat, but Oberon still stabbed his spear, leaving Velas disabled for life, known as Tyrell the Crippled.

The four children of Duke Mace Tyrell: Villas the Cripple, Vale Garland, Loras, Knight of the Hundred Flowers, and Margaery the Little Rose. One of them, the heir Vilas's crippled leg, is a heart disease that lies across the two families.

Brammon had a gut feeling that the other party was from the Tyrells.

In order to prevent conflict between the Tyrells and Martells, the king and the prime minister ordered the 20,000 troops of the Tyrells who remained in King's Landing to evacuate 2,000 men every day, and they were evacuated within ten days.

It is precisely because the Martell family and the Tyrell family not only have a constant territorial friction, but also because of the grudge of the heir's broken leg and disability, Janie Westerling and Littlefinger formed an underground alliance with the Queen of Thorns early.

The night the little devil checked Littlefinger's financial books, Littlefinger spent the night in the Tyrells of the virgin house, and did not appear until dawn, and what he had conspired with the Queen of Thorns, no one knows, it will not be a good thing anyway......

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The big head Chiswick laughed: "Madam, do Dorn's fights need to be won by the name of the family? No wonder some people say that Dorn's people need nine people to nail the horseshoe, one person nails the iron, and eight people carry the horse, which is worthy of its reputation, hahahaha!"

No matter how well Mrs. Laura cultivated, she finally couldn't bear it: "Knight, let go of Janessa, if you want to fight, then we will have a good fight." ”

"No problem!" Big Head took the scabbard from Janessa's waist, sheathed the dagger and threw it to Temple. Temple took it and said, "Thanks, miss." ”

Ninessa's face flushed, making her even more charming. The big head Chiswick, who smelled the soft fragrance on her body, was thrilled to see it. He stood behind Jonessa, and the big boss of the hooligans touched the indescribable round part of Jonessa, and Jonessa's body trembled, and turned to make a move, and the big head Chiswick laughed, and had stepped out of the silk shop.

Filled with shame, Vanessa gritted her teeth and retreated to her mother with hatred. The three knights of the House of Bramont were furious, they were stone men, they were tall and broad-shouldered, and they were all a head taller than the big head, and they all untied their long swords, removed their helmets, clenched their fists, and snatched them out together.

The big-headed Chiswick also unsheathed his long sword, and stood still on the street, swept away drunk, his hands clenched into fists, and he bowed slightly, as if he was ready to run and sprint.

It was a strange hand-to-hand combat position that the Knights of Dorne had never seen before.

A knight grabbed the big head, his fist was like a hammer, smashing into the head of the big head, the big head did not dodge, suddenly caught up, the big head slammed into the opponent's fist, there was a loud bang, as if the drumstick hit the leather drum, and then there was a crisp click, the knight screamed, the wrist was broken, the big head just shook his body, laughed, the huge head was fine.

The head was hard enough to resist General Tobert's slash and never dodged, and the Blackwater River was shot by an arrow from one of Stannis's generals, and although the arrow was nailed in, it was not known whether it was because the bone was too hard or because it was too far away, and the iron arrow did not penetrate the head and cause fatal wounds.

In just one encounter, the Countess of Bramont, Janessa, and Penrose surprised no one.

What kind of person is this? What kind of head?

The second knight roared, spread his hands, and pounced on his head. "Be careful!" exclaimed Lady Laura. Sure enough, the big head laughed, pulled away and fled, but suddenly turned around, only one kick, kicked the knight's crotch, the knight 'oh', his face was blue and black, he fell, his body arched like a prawn, and he kept spasming, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to go to the brothel to have fun in the future.

Street fights, all kinds of subtle and shameless tactics, the big head Chiswick has more than 20 years of careful study, summary and practice and refinement of valuable experience. Shooting fast, accurately, and ruthlessly has long been his most basic skills.

The third knight hesitated, although the other party was smaller than him, but this kind of fight that would tell the winner in the blink of an eye, he ...... Suddenly I had a new idea - after all, it was just a headbutt and a kick in the crotch, a comrade who broke his wrist and a comrade fell to the ground, and he couldn't try again if he broke his feet and grandchildren.

The knight turned around and drew a bright sword to grab the big head.

The big head smiled and said: "Okay, my wife said, as long as you draw your sword, Lao Tzu will draw your sword!"

He turned back, Temple had already unsheathed his sword, threw it over, took the sword in his hand, and ran back to the other party, his eyes had changed, as if he was a hungry wolf, this was too dangerous, the big sword was out of the sheath, and he wanted to kill.

"Be careful!" said Lady Laura's heartbeat, and she saw the big head with a sudden change in her face, and her eyes became terrible, they were a fierce light that would kill people.

With a flash of cold light, the knight slashed horizontally, and the sword light went straight to the neck of the big head.

The big head didn't block, didn't dodge, didn't retreat, still ran forward, in the exclamation of the onlookers, he just lowered his head, the sword light swept overhead, the sword qi slashed a strand of black hair, and the big head crashed into the other party's arms, as if he was hugging a long-lost friend.

The knight's whole body shook and he didn't move.

The big head stepped away, and the sword in his hand stabbed into the knight's body, the lower abdomen stabbed in, and the back was exposed...... A streak of red blood was drawn from the tip of the sword and dripped to the ground...... He withdrew empty-handed, the hilt of his sword remaining on the other's body, trembling slightly......

"You are the first to draw the sword!" the big head laughed, "Knight Dorne, this sword, I gave you, you one!"