Demon Mountain had always thought of himself as a vicious beast, but today he met an even more shameless hunter.

The hunter attacked himself in a very despicable and shameless way.

Now the person he hates the most is not the Black Knight, although Jones Amber is also very hateful, claiming to be a Clegane nemesis, but he has at least chosen to attack head-on.

And that rough man like a tribesman in the mountains not only failed to kill Stark, but also shamelessly plotted against himself.

After throwing out the chasing soldiers behind him for a distance, Moshan didn't care about the eyes of everyone around him, and quickly dismounted, and took off the iron armor and pants on his lower body.

"It's rotten, rotten from the roots. ”

He could not care about the wound on his left arm, but he couldn't care less about it.

Is this the punishment of the gods?

Could it be that the gods saw themselves smashing Prince Rhaegar Targaryen's toddler against a wall?

Saw him rape and kill Princess Elia Martell?

See him split people in half and stick their heads in guns?

......

Magic Mountain suddenly remembered the blood on the wall and the child's undried brain, which had made him interested at the time.

Rhaeggar's wife's pleadings, screams, and curses amplified in his mind, and a distorted face flew towards him......

The Magic Mountain swung the ice, slashing like those things, again and again, until the soreness of the right arm did not stop.

......

No, there has never been a god, that's all a lie from the weak.

By the way, Duke Tywin will definitely be able to save me, he is the most powerful man in the Seven Kingdoms, he will definitely find a way to save me.

Thinking of this, the Magic Mountain gave up his original plan to return to Harrenhal and drove directly to Duke Tywin's military camp.

During this period, the remnants of the western frontier took the opportunity to escape again, and there were fewer and fewer soldiers around them, and in the end only some knights and dozens of ordinary cavalry remained.

But these things, Magic Mountain doesn't care about anymore.

He just wanted to hurry back, he was a beast of prey, not a castrated dog.

......

Jones and Ronna, the bald Percy, and Ser Carter with nearly a thousand heavy cavalry, stopped and stopped along the way, although they were always some distance from the Magic Mountain, but they did not lose them.

After Jones secretly recharged himself with a torch, he found that the red-robed monk and the Earl of Berry were a little absent-minded.

These two people are now in a state of resignation in the northern army.

Count Berry is neither a native of the North nor a Riverlander, but a Stormlander led by House Baratheon, the Earl of Black Harbor.

As for the red-robed monk, he may still be in a state of confusion for his beliefs, after all, his original favorite things were alcoholism, fighting, and women, all of which the monk should have stayed away from in the first place.

They took the initiative to ask to come with them this time because of the Magic Mountain. When Duke Ed was still the 'Hand of the King', they had already begun to hunt down the Magic Mountain.

Of course, it never worked.

"Your Excellency Soros, why didn't I see your Flame Sword in today's battle?" Jones took the initiative to step forward and asked the red-robed monk.

"The abilities bestowed by the Lord of Light should not be used in this kind of warfare. The red-robed monk replied with some lack of interest.

"Can I take a look at the Flame Sword, then?" Jones' curiosity drove him to ask.

The red-robed monk looked up at Jones for a moment, "Yes, but I hope you can help us in the future." ”

"What helps?"

"Golden Dragon. ”

"Hasn't Lord Soros won many championships?" Jones asked in surprise.

Robert was extremely generous in the rewards of the competition, and the last time the tournament was held for Duke Ed as Prime Minister, the championship was rewarded with 40,000 gold dragons. Even if you sell an earl, you can't get so many golden dragons.

Jones is a little sorry that Robert left early, otherwise he wouldn't have to fight here to the death, as long as he goes to the martial arts tournament to win a championship, he can basically live a life of drunkenness and gold for the rest of his life.

The red-robed monk stiffened when he heard this, and replied in a low voice, "It's all spent on wine and women." ”

"You're amazing," Jones sighed, although there are many types of wine in this world and a long history, but to be able to drink the golden dragon that hires a legion can only be said to be rich and capricious.

The red-robed monk was a little embarrassed by Jones's exclamation, coughed lightly, and then raised his iron sword.

"Bang", the long sword was suddenly lit like a torch, the sword was wrapped in a layer of flames, the red-robed monk waved it casually, and it was like a laser sword in Star Wars, and the burning long sword still carried the light and whistling sound of fire.

It's fantastical.

"Can I learn?" Jones asked enviously.

"Yes, give yourself to the Lord of Light, and maybe there will be a gift. The red-robed monk hurriedly said.

Jones shook his head helplessly after hearing this, although this is very cool, but he has no habit of believing in God, and the breath of life is too heavy, just saying 'God blessed' is okay, but he can't make him a fanatical believer.

He didn't want to jump into the monk's pit again.

"Can I touch it?" Jones asked tentatively, looking at the flickering flames on his sword.

The red-robed monk was a little unsure, but he didn't refuse.

Jones took off his iron gloves and carefully grasped the flames with his hands.

"Are you a Targaryen?" the red-robed monk asked with some surprise seeing that Jones didn't immediately retract his hand.

"I have nothing to do with the Targaryens. Jones shook his head.

He had learned about the abilities of some Targaryens in the academy, although they were not immune to fire, but many Targaryens were extremely tolerant of heat, so they could control the dragon with flames flowing in their bodies and emitting high temperatures at all times.

"Fire and Blood. "It's the Targaryen language.

But Jones himself is almost immune to fire, and can absorb the energy in it, which he should have traced back to the lava giants at the time.

After listening to Jones's answer, the red-robed monk still didn't believe it. But it doesn't matter if it's Targaryen or not, Robert who overthrew the Targaryen is dead, and who cares about this family that has disappeared now.

"Sure enough, is it just ordinary fire?" After holding on to the flame for a short while, Jones didn't feel any improvement in his bloodline ability, and brought back the gloves.

"Perhaps, after this war is over, we can try the legendary 'wildfire'," Jones thought, "but the most important thing at the moment is to catch up with the magic mountain, and I promised Robb to bring the ice back." ”

......

Tyrion was woken up from a sweet dream, and he quickly climbed up from Shea, the prostitute.

This woman he had just gotten was small and slender, with a pure countenance, a kaleidoscopic expression, sometimes shy, sometimes arrogant, sometimes evil, and there was no dislike for the dwarf in her eyes, but full of temptation and provocation.

Most crucially, she has a flexible tongue.

The little devil was almost venting last night as if it were the last night of his life, and Duke Tywin actually put him on the front line, leaving a dwarf at the front.

"He must be trying to get rid of me, the son who made him look ugly, completely. The little devil reluctantly pinched Xue Yi's soft parts and said angrily.

However, he quickly put on his armor, picked up a shield about the same height as him, and rushed to the front line with hundreds of warriors of the Alpine clan and the mercenary Bolon who saved his life.

No one can go against the decision of Duke Tywin, not even his son.

"Maybe this will be the last sunrise I'll ever see. The little devil thought as he looked at the red in the sky.

......

Tywin's army is not far away.

Although the northern army was exhausted after a long journey, Luce Bolton decided to attack immediately.

"Tywin's defense is definitely underfortunate, and we need to strike immediately. There was not the slightest nervousness on Burton's face, and his eyes were even calmer and more terrifying, "Mormont, you lead a thousand commandos, a thousand shieldmen, and a thousand spearmen to charge, and you must draw out all of Tywin's forces. ”

"Yes!" replied Daisy, the heiress of Bear Island, sweating in her palms, the big battle was coming, and she would be at the front.

She is tall and tall, and her custom-made steel armor tightly wraps around her body, undulating exquisitely. Her long black hair was tied in a neat ponytail, making her face even more heroic.

"The women of Bear Island are ten men at a time," she said in her heart, motivating herself.