Tyrion's purpose in going to Mrs. Stark is obvious, he wants to prove his innocence. Catelyn Stark was in www.biquge.info possession of a dagger that had been snatched with her bare hands from the Assassins who had attempted to assassinate her son, Bran, at the cost of a severe hand injury. It was a fine dagger made of Valyrian steel (Longyan steel), unique in shape and invaluable. Mrs. Stark secretly took the dagger to King's Landing to find her husband, and received an answer from "her friend" Petyr Berish: the dagger belonged to Tyrion Lannister.

That's all the evidence she's accusing the little devil of.

According to Zhao Mai, this is quite thin evidence, and it is only slightly better than the credit of the liar. But in the eyes of a great mother who was anxious to protect her family, she wouldn't let Tyrion go, even if she had doubts, because she couldn't afford any possible defeat. Therefore, the little devil's explanation will only be useless, and it will not change the situation he is facing.

However, this scene means that the attack from the mountain people will not be far away. Zhao Mai stood up, pulled out the hunter's blood spear, and turned around twice in front of and behind him, rejuvenating his muscles and bones.

Although he had seen the dragon before, he hoped that the main events in this world would continue according to the "original plan". The advantage of foresight is very important. And only when everything goes according to plan, can he be sure that the Three-Eyed Raven still exists, and the opportunity to learn his abilities will not be closed to him. "Every world is different, and inspiration is artistically processed as it is transmitted. The old man's words were still in his ears, so Zhao Mai couldn't help but be a little worried, and secretly prayed that the slight change would not affect the three-eyed crow.

"Cavalry!"

A scream shattered the silence in the mist. Only two swishing sounds were heard, and Jack, who sounded the alarm, fell off the cliff. He rolled around twice on the ground in embarrassment, then got up to check his body. He was lucky that two arrows pierced his cloak and pants, but didn't really hurt him.

Zhao Mai breathed a long sigh of relief, and the enemy's arrival as scheduled made him feel a lot more relieved. He had attracted everyone's attention when he was doing warm-up exercises before, so everyone was prepared for the moment the enemy attack happened. Catelyn Stark didn't even pause, "Sir Rodric, Sir Verry, please hurry up and prepare for battle, and don't let the enemy cavalry rush in!" she shouted, like a true general. "The unarmed ones led the other horses behind, and the others protected the flanks of the two knights!"

"We need weapons too!" Tyrion grabbed her hand sharply, "One more person is one more power!"

Mrs. Stark hesitated. Even though she knew Tyrion was right, she instinctively didn't want to believe anything the little devil said. Just then, Sir Rodric shouted, "I hear them!

The cries of a dozen or so horses got closer and closer, and soon turned into a chaotic hooves of dozens of horses. But anyone with a little experience will not panic, because the sudden increase in sound is just the reflection of the sound waves by the mountain wall, and there is also a part of the nervous psychological effect. But for Marian, the troubadour, he was already frightened, pouting and hiding under Zhao Mai's carriage. Unfortunately, it wasn't a real carriage, but a deformed car, so when he accidentally crashed into the wheel, he actually ran into an indestructible shell.

A tiny stream of blood ran down his head, and the skin wound didn't even need to be stitched up, but he screamed in horror. "If you keep screaming, the enemy will be even more excited, and the mercenaries will all run away!" Tyrion whispered to Mrs. Stark, "We need weapons, and I promise to return them afterwards!"

"What guarantee do you have?" asked Caitlyn, frowning.

"With the honor of the Lannisters!" said Tyrion hurriedly.

He thought he was going to be attacked with saliva, but Caitlyn just dropped the phrase, "Give them the weapon." Then Ser Rodric pulled the burden from behind the saddle and threw it at them, which belonged to Tyrion and his attendant Jack. "Ten crappy cavalrymen, more than thirty mountain people, I'm going to break them up!" the leader of Winterfell grabbed his horse's belly and rushed out.

Mercenaries who were able to fight on horseback jumped on horseback. If the war is unfavorable, this living guy under the ass is their way out. That's how Bronn prepares, though he knows to throw him an axe as he passes by Tyrion.

It was a melee combat axe with a very short grip and an extremely heavy blade, designed to quickly smash the handle of a shield or enemy weapon, and was the kind of murderous equipment that could only be dodged and not blocked. In the middle of the double-sided axe, a terrifying spike can also be used to stab, which can be a very terrifying threat if in the hands of a strong warrior.

Unfortunately, its current owner is Tyrion, a dwarf who has never been to the battlefield at all. "I haven't used an axe!" he didn't actually use any weapons, except for the wooden model he used to train as a child. He was smart enough to know that he was useless on the battlefield, so after having an older brother who was excellent at swordsmanship, he never put any effort into martial arts.

At this time, he regretted a little, he should have learned how to use a weapon, such as an axe, and the axe is good. "Think of it as chopping wood!" Bolton drew his sword from its scabbard, spat it out, and began to charge with the other two knights. Several other mercenaries, including Tyrion's henchman Jack, rushed along. As a result, there were only two nobles who didn't move at all, a troubadour, a psychic druid, and a wandering warrior Saver with a heavy sword.

"Splitting wood? What are you kidding, wood doesn't hide, and it doesn't cut back with an axe. Tyrion screamed, but also let out his fears through the shout. Fortunately, his sanity didn't come out together, so he shouted and looked around, trying to find a safe place, such as hiding behind a large rock. At this time, he saw Marian pouting, so he ran over: "Hey, lean over a little!"

"Go away! I'm singing, and it's none of my business to fight and kill!"

"Adventure out there, idiot. Tyrion poked him in the ass with the spike of the axe until he crawled away from the wound. Tyrion hurriedly got in, but he did it backwards. The changes in the battlefield outside can't help but see, he knows that this is a matter of life and death.

An arrow shot at Zhao Mai, but it was soft and didn't have much strength, and Zhao Mai avoided it with a slight sideways turn. The battle ahead had already begun, and three knights and two mercenaries had rushed into enemy lines, swords swinging into a wall of snow-white blades. Most of the mountain people living in the mountains of the east were a group of people who had no land, no property, or who wanted to escape punishment, and they did not have access to real weapons and armor, so they suffered greatly in front of knights and armed soldiers.

"Just keep this place in place, and Mrs. Stark and Mr. Lannister will be fine. "The wandering warrior Safre spoke to Zhao Mai for the first time. He slowly pulled the weapon out of its scabbard and swept it through the blade with his index and middle fingers as gently as he would a lover. The greatsword in his hand had a wider scabbard than a longsword, but the weapon he drew was narrower than the longsword with a slightly curved arc, which seemed to be the reason for the use of a wide scabbard: it was a long knife with no gauntlet, only a one-sided blade, and a hilt of a meter and a half in length, allowing infantry to attack knights on horseback. Therefore, the three cavalrymen who saw this scene immediately turned around and rushed straight towards Zhao Mai.

"It's really not challenging. Zhao Mai squinted and observed the three horses, and then said. (To be continued.) )