Tens of thousands of people came to watch the jousting trial, all over the walls, towers, rooftops, and treetops, not to mention the squares where the jousts were held. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoKing's Landing's City Watch and Kingsguard were driven away, and it was hard to leave enough space. "They all came to see how I died. Tyrion concluded, "If everyone who enters the market collects a gold coin, I'll be a Monopoly in no time." ”

"Give. Dogan, reserve grain and florets. I'm not a spectator, so I won't give you money. Zhao Mai playfully gave the three gold coins to Tyrion, and then walked straight to the end of the dueling arena, which belonged to his rest and preparation area. Dogian had been waiting for him there for a long time - in a casual way. She found a recliner and basked in the sun comfortably, with a glass of cold juice at hand.

Even the dog bowl in front of the reserve food was holding ice water, and the big tongue stirring in it made everyone feel dry. Queen Cersei slapped the plate brought by the maid, and although the red wine in it was of excellent quality, it completely fell without ice.

"That's the Queen Mother, who looks like a child. Zhao Mai reached for the juice, but grabbed an empty one. Dojian took the juice before him and handed it to Xiaohua (Gardener's Dragon).

"Finish early, leave early. The food here is good, but the smell is just too stinky. Dogian was referring to the horrible atmosphere of powder, perfume, incense, and the garbage and feces in the city. "By the way, the queen once sent an envoy to talk to you late at night. I gave you a refusal. ”

"Ahh Since you've already rejected me, you have to compensate me for talking late at night. ”

"Yes. Let's wait until these two days are over. Dogian glanced across the field, then shook his head, "Poor big guy." ”

She is talking about Zhao Mai's opponent this time, Sir Gregor , nicknamed "Magic Mountain". With a height of more than two meters, combined with a full-body armor, he resembles a moving mountain fortress. As a vassal of House Lannister, the Magic Mountain is a terrifying mace capable of crushing the head of any foe. It was planned that after he had finished his jousting here, he would set off for Harrenhal, where he would stop Stannis.

None of this plan will succeed. Tyrion stood quietly in the sun, somehow quiet, as if all the noise around him didn't affect him. He raised his head and looked at his father, who was still majestic, at his sister, who gritted his teeth, and at his brother, whose eyes were full of melancholy. Of course, he also saw the magic mountain full of irritability and rage in his eyes. "You don't know much about what kind of opponent you're up against. He concluded.

Duke Tywin's gaze slid over his dwarf son, and the disregard was more unbearable than disgust. Thankfully, Tyrion knew he wouldn't have to endure it any longer. Duke Tywin raised his arm, and a dozen trumpeters immediately blew it, quieting the crowd. The archbishop stepped forward wearing a tall crystal crown and prayed to the Father to make a decision for their innocence, and for the warriors to give strength to the righteous side.

"But justice is either something that comes in the first place, or something that has been earned through hard work, and has never been given. Zhao Mai muttered to himself, and then looked at the sky, he didn't feel that there were gods paying attention to this place at all.

The Magic Mountain is equipped with a black iron shield, and the other hand holds a giant sword. He never wiped these two things, so there was always a red smudge on them. With heavy steps, Sir Clegane Gregor stood in the middle of the square, facing the Archbishop, and then looked at Zhao Mai with contempt.

"It's my turn. Zhao Mai took the opportunity to leave a kiss on Duo Ji'an's lips first, and then jumped up and ran up. He raised his eyebrows with a smile, and looked like a stinky fart who had succeeded in his treacherous scheme, as if bullying Dogian was a more important thing than a duel. Behind him, Yameken, who wanted to make his debut, hurriedly followed, twisting himself in the air and shaking off the scabbard.

"Magic sword?!" the audience exclaimed, and the guard's trumpet was useless this time. Zhao Mai stopped, quickly grabbed the hilt of the sword, and dragged the long sword on the ground and walked over. The heavy blade and sharp blade directly cut and crushed the stone slabs on the ground one by one, leaving neat and deep marks.

The Bishop froze for a moment, his eyes twinkling at Duke Tywin, who glared at him vigorously. He hurriedly concentrated his mind and explained all the ins and outs of the duel, and then began a long prayer. Zhao Mai was drowsy when he heard it, but this was one of the procedures of the duel, and it couldn't be saved.

There is no god on the head. Even if there were, at least this bishop could not be summoned. When the duel is finally announced, the two men have to distance themselves, retreat to the opposite side of the field, and wait for a trumpet to sound before they begin to fight—a tedious process.

The magic mountain feels unstoppable when he charges, but when he swings his greatsword, he always wields it like an executioner: strength and speed are good, but it can only be described as technique, not martial art. Zhao Mai raised one hand and spread his five fingers, forcibly caught the slashing giant sword, and pinned it into the air. Cracks spread from the sword, and the cup in Queen Cersei's hand fell to the ground and became splinters.

Tyrion was relieved to see the look of disappointment and anger on his sister's face. He also saw his brother James cast a reassuring look at him, and that relaxed expression was not a fake—it seemed that someone still cared about him. At the same time, Tyrion has also been paying attention to his father, but Duke Tywin is still moody, but for a moment there is a sense of appreciation for Zhao Mai.

Sir Gregor jerked back his greatsword, only half of it was returned. He looked at the section of the broken sword suspiciously.

"I didn't do anything with your weapon, because it wasn't necessary. ”

Zhao Mai raised the eight-eyed sword and slashed horizontally, whether it was a shield, armor, body or soul, all of them were neatly arranged in two sections. Gravity took over the ensuing work, and the parts fell piece by piece.

Bursts of gasps began to spread from the square, and then fell silent. Because they couldn't believe what was in front of them, many people were still rubbing their eyes, and many more were preparing a variety of cheers and cheers, but they all got stuck in their throats. Dogian yawned, finally got up from his recliner, straightened up, stretched, and straightened his clothes. "It's almost time to go. The reserve grain buried his mouth in the ice drink, and Siri snored and hurried to clear the field.

Tyrion watched all of this, and finally saw his father frown, and saw his lips twitch twice, but there was no gaffe. That's it? The little devil felt that he could say goodbye to this world.

Vibranium's sword body was spotless, but the square had been stained red by the blood of the Magic Mountain. His strong upper body was still struggling and shaking, but Zhao Mai didn't have the evil taste of torturing others, so he made up for a sword and let him die quickly.

This is the process of the jousting trial, Westeros' roughest law.