On the wide King's Road, a group of knights huddled a tall maroon horse.

Tyrion sat in his custom-made saddle, frowning at the fleeing travelers around him, and turned to look at the red-robed Lannister soldiers beside him.

"Wit, how long will it take?"

"My lord, if you go at full speed, it will take about three days, and if it is still like the previous two days, it may take a week......

Witt bowed his head slightly, suggesting that Tyrion was too slow.

"Really......"

How could Tyrion not understand the meaning of Witt's words, the corners of his mouth curled, and he said clearly.

"Then let's go for seven days......"

“……”

Witt's eyes twitched, but he bowed his head respectfully, urging his horses to the sides of the procession, driving the approaching crowd.

Seeing that Witt was deflated, Bronn sneered a little, urged the horse to lean in, and asked Tyrion.

"As much as I like the majesty of your Lannisters on the road, I still don't understand, why do you walk so slowly?"

"Hehe, of course, it's to play a majestic ...... for two more days"

Hearing Bolon's words, Tyrion laughed meaninglessly,

"......" Boron looked incredulous, his eyes seemed to wander around casually, but in fact he was extremely vigilant.

"Of course, that's only one aspect of the story."

Tyrion smiled nonchalantly, then lowered his voice.

"Cersei has gone crazy lately, black and white in King's Landing to hunt down strangers, catch one and kill the other, tsk, this madman is angry right now, I don't want to go back to King's Landing so early to touch her brow."

Bronn nodded, and that seemed like a reason.

Seeing that Bronn seemed to believe this reason, Tyrion smiled, but his eyes were full of sadness.

In fact, he was not afraid of Cersei at all, and this return to King's Landing was to seize power in Cersei's hands, and the reason why he delayed his journey was just for the sake of these travelers around him.

Looting, strong X, killing, with the Lannister's Lion Banner here, none of this happens, and they can reach King's Landing more safely.

No one dares to be more imposing than the Lannisters on the King's Road, otherwise the Lannisters will let them know what real majesty is......

But no one will believe this reason.

No one would believe that an ugly dwarf like a demon would have an angel in his heart, just like no one would believe that a bandit would be called Zhang Muzhi, they felt that the bandit should be called Zhang Mazi.

"Oh yes."

Tyrion whispered to Bronn as if he had suddenly remembered something.

"News from King's Landing that the wizard who killed my nephew has escaped King's Landing, and if you accidentally run into that wizard......"

"Take you away as soon as possible, I understand."

Bolon's tone was rambling.

"Seriously, don't you really want to resist, if you give up enough money, maybe I'll be willing to challenge that wizard for you."

"Ha ......"

Tyrion scoffed,

"I hope that when that moment comes, you will think the same way."

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

Suddenly, there was a shout from the back of the procession, followed by the sound of horses' hooves.

The sound of horses' hooves alarmed the group, and Tyrion stopped with a frown, and the Lannisters and hired riders drew their swords and turned their horses' heads.

In his eyes, a knight in a black robe and a black mask with only one pair of eyes galloping on the King's Road.

Tyrion sighed, swinging his right hand with the lion's head ring.

"Witt, teach him the rules of running on the King's Road."

Witt nodded, took a crossbow from the box on the horse's side, loaded it with a crossbow arrow, aimed it at the knight, and pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh-"

The stone arrow burst through the air and shot at the knight.

Following the tail feathers of the stone arrow, Tyrion sighed in his heart, he didn't like to take a person's life as casually as he did now, but he was a Lannister after all.

Whether it's for the sake of the last name, or the rules on King's Road, Tyrion has a reason to teach this galloping fellow a lesson.

In the eyes of Tyrion and the travelers around him, the rider was undoubtedly dead.

Witt's aim was good, and the stone arrow shot at the rider's chest with incredible precision, as if it could penetrate his heart in the next second.

At this moment, a hand appeared in everyone's field of vision as if out of nothing, biting the body of the stone arrow like an indestructible iron pincer.

The black-robed knight raised his head, his dark eyes were full of chilling indifference, his left hand under the black robe tightly grasped the reins of the war horse, and the right hand that grabbed the stone arrow was vigorously raised forward.

"Whoa—"

A sharper whistling sound sounded than before, and one of the brutes at the very edge of the line jerked his head up, and when he lowered his head again, a stone arrow had been stuck deep in his forehead.

"Bang-"

The barbarian, whose head had been pierced by a stone arrow, fell off his horse as if he had no bones.

"What!"

The Lannisters in Boron and around him were shocked and drew their steel swords.

"Wit!"

Before Tyrion could finish shouting, Witt had already loaded the stone arrows, and several Lannister soldiers around him also took out their crossbows.

Bronn leaned over with his sword in hand, blocking Tyrion's side.

He didn't mean to slow down!

Looking at the knight who was still indifferently charged, Tyrion frowned.

Knowing that there are more than 30 people on his side, and there is only one person on the other side, why do you still feel some indescribable panic in your heart?

"Shoot the arrows!"

Witt yelled, then pulled the trigger.

Five stone arrows shot in a row towards the black-robed knight.

The knight did not panic at all, grabbed the black robe on his shoulder with his right hand, and shook it forward, the black robe wrapped in five stone arrows, and an invisible force dissolved all the power on the five stone arrows.

With another shake, the stone arrows shook to the ground.

Witt and the others tried to keep filling and try to shoot another arrow, but the barbarians on either side of the line were already raising their steel axes and rushing towards the riders with a roar.

"!"

Witt scolded, hating these barbarians who had no discipline at all, but there was no choice but to abandon the crossbow in his hand and shout, "Draw your sword!" ”

The surrounding travelers fled in panic for fear of being affected.

Looking at the dozen or so barbarian cavalry rushing towards him, the black-robed knight finally pulled out the sword at his waist.

Unable to contain the panic in his heart, Tyrion urged the horse to turn its head.

But when he turned his head, Tyrion couldn't help but be slightly startled, and he saw the sword in the black-robed knight's hand.

It was a dull metallic steel sword, gilded and carved moire gauntlets, full of exquisite and noble temperament.

Tyrion had never seen such a beautiful weapon.

But at this moment, a violent invisible wave was brewing on the blade of the sword, and the sand and gravel shook where the tip of the sword was pointed, the dust floated, and the air fluctuated and distorted.

The war horse under the black-robed knight's crotch was frightened by this, and despite the injury to his hooves and legs, he raised his two front hooves high in a hurry.

"Whew-"

As the war horses roared, the barbarians who had already rushed to them laughed and raised their battle axes in their hands.

At this moment, the indifferent voice of the black-robed knight came from behind the war horse raised high.

"Ground Crack ......"

With this indifferent voice, the blade that almost twisted in the air rose sharply.

"Wave Sword!"

A violent wave swept through the dust on the ground and sent a gust of wind as the sword passed, and the earth trembled and tore as the blade passed, and a clearly visible crack snaked forward, almost at the same speed as the wind.

Before the oncoming barbarian knights could react, they were torn in half by an invisible wave along with the men and horses.

The blood mist was engulfed in sand and wind, mixed with a fierce blow forward, and the barbarian cavalry on either side flew high on either side in a wail.

The sand and gravel in the wind cut the skin of the barbarian cavalry like sharp knives, and blood splattered in the air like money.

The Lannister soldiers in the rear leaned down one after another, subconsciously protecting the back of the horse's neck to resist the violent onslaught.

Tyrion's diminutive frame did his job, hiding behind his horse's neck, keeping his eyes open as best he could, peering through the gaps in the horse's mane and dust at the indifferent tall figure on horseback.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a bright scarlet.

Scarlet, red......

Tyrion suddenly remembered something, and his eyes widened slowly, and horror and fear began to rise in his mind.

It's him!

That red-handed demon!