For the head / Shadow Iron King / plus 2

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Taryn Ash walked up to the King.

He walked alone, and also walked out of the momentum of Gregor Clegane riding on a horse rumbling past the martial arts arena.

The king stood on a high platform, holding a golden cup, and Taryn stood in the sand under the stage, but he was a head above the king.

King Robert Ben was also a tall man, and he was a head taller in front of Ed and the others. Usually looking at people, he has become accustomed to looking down.

Now, however, he had to look up.

"Big man, what's your name. King Robert asked.

"Taryn Ash. The sound was like a low and dark thunder, rumbling through everyone's eardrums.

Queen Cersei sat on a beautiful cushion painted with purple and gold, and exclaimed, "Fool, why don't you kneel down when you talk to the king?!"

Taryn Ash didn't kneel, his eyes glancing at Queen Cersei, and Cersei's heart chuckled, and her back stiffened. A fierce murderous intent was like a cold wind in the north, instantly penetrating her body.

The mighty of Taryn Ash, the shadow lynx, the timberwolf, the mountain lion, and fled when they saw it, not to mention a queen who was raised in the palace without being baptized in battle. Although you are the queen, in fact, to put it bluntly, she is just an ordinary woman.

Just one glance, Cersei was silent. It's just that the person next to me can't see it.

Cersei has lived in the court for more than ten years, and she has been trained to be pampered and humiliated, and it is difficult for anyone to perceive her inner fluctuations from her expression and emotions.

King Robert was a truly bold man, and laughed: "Is there such a god-like fierce man in the world, come and come, and don't have to stick to those hypocritical etiquette, it, Lancel, change the big cup." ”

The sommelier Lansel hurriedly changed the glass.

Taryn Ash said, "Your Majesty, no. ”

He stretched out his huge hand, like a small umbrella, and gently lifted Lancel into the air, and with the other hand stretched out two fingers, took the wine jug in the hand of the frightened Lancer, and craned his neck, and the wine in the jug shot into his huge throat like a golden arrow.

In the midst of everyone's stunned eyes, a pot of wine, which was particularly three times more powerful, went into Tyron's throat.

"Good!" said King Robert.

He is a drunkard and likes this kind of unpretentious upright man.

In the blink of an eye, Taryn Ash drank a pot of fine wine to the blink of an eye. His fingers strained slightly, and the golden flask, like a brand, left two finger marks.

He put Lancel down gently, and Lancel staggered, his hands and feet were already weak, and his face was like dirt, and King Robert laughed.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the wine. Taryn Ash said. The sound was as roaring as thunder, and the momentum was so fierce that there was no need to deliberate.

"Okay, my Seven Kingdoms also have such a god-like fierce man, not bad, not bad, not bad. As soon as the Tyren Ashes in the North comes out, what is the Magic Mountain in the West, what is it, it's just a small dirt bag, haha, hahaha!"

The magic mountain on the sidelines was furious when he heard this, and as soon as he kicked his hip and dismounted, the sound of horses' hooves was heard, and he rushed towards Tyron Ash from half of the martial arts arena.

The Magic Mountain relied on horsepower and the height of the horse—his horse was already very tall, the king of horses, and the most powerful horse—not much different from Tyron Ash's height.

He attacked in such anger that no one dared to stop him.

The notoriety of the Seven Kingdoms of the Magic Mountain has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and it is easier for him to kill people than to kill chickens, whether you are a noble knight lord, a duke, an earl, or a marquis, in his eyes, they are all chickens that are screwed to death when they reach out.

The magic mountain rushed in a rage, and the people were in an uproar!

The king, the queen, and the prime minister were all stunned for a while.

Things were so sudden.

And the horses of the Magic Mountain also came so fast, like meteor giant arrows.

"Be careful!" shouted Eddard Stark.

"Be careful!" robb shouted, standing up, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The sound of the horses' hoofs sounded, and another rode out of the west, spear in hand, the hound, Sandor Clegane.

Sandor Clegane practiced swordsmanship in order to kill his brother Gregor Clegane himself, and he could not allow Taryn Ash to behead Gregor Clegane before him.

If the Mountain defeats Tyronn Ash, he will stop the Mountain. If Taryn Ash wins the Mountain, he will stop Taryn.

A horse came out of the north, black clothes and black armor, eyes as bright as stars, thin lips, tight as a blade, it was Will, the man in black.

Two Cleganes flank Tyron Ash, Will fears that Tyron Ash will lose, he is the leader of the tribe who has vowed to protect Tyron Ash and the Ash Tribe, and cannot watch his subordinate Tyran Ash being attacked by a strong enemy.

Moreover, spear battles are all one-on-one, not two-on-one.

Will came out, the sound of horses' hooves in the West, Boron clinging to the horse's back, the long sword at his waist dragged upside down, and chased after Will. - That night's bloody battle, Bronn held a grudge against Will and was very unconvinced. He always thought that he was plotted and had no ability, but he had lost without a chance to show it.

Bronn stared closely at Will's back, and he clung to his horse's back, afraid that the archers of the night would release arrows behind him. Bolon's meticulousness is extraordinary, and before he makes a move, he will calculate his danger first.

Not a savvy mercenary who has been through a lot of battles, and he can't do this.

In just an instant, four horsemen rushed out of the arena, the sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, and two angles rushed to Taryn Ash.

Whether it is a commoner area or an aristocratic area, it is a big uproar.

The knights of the various jousting teams were clamoring loudly.

Tournaments on the continent of Westeros are commonplace, usually once every four years, but for the first time in thousands of years, there is a precedent for kings to toast in advance at the end of the knight's parade. It is also the first time in thousands of years that there has been a spectacle of one person challenging and helpers shooting one after another.

"Seven Layers of Hell, Demon Mountain, you stop me. King Robert roared. His voice was like a bell, resounding throughout the arena.

Taryn Ash had turned and stood firmly. He bowed slightly, his legs bent slightly, staring at the magic mountain that was rushing wildly, his hands were one in front of the other, one high and one low, as if he was about to catch someone and wrestle, but he was empty-handed, and he did not draw the long sword on his back to face the enemy.

However, immediately following the king's roar, the magic mountain also roared, and the spurs kicked the war horse fiercely, ignoring the king's orders, and even more desperately rushed over, the spear straightened, and stabbed at Tyron Ash's chest.

Sansa, Jenny, and so many noble ladies and ladies closed their eyes.

Tyron Ash's chest was heavily armored, and a jousting spear that shattered the tip of the spear at the slightest touch would not hurt him in the slightest.

So, Tyron Ash stepped forward instead, and took the full stab of the magic mountain in the chest.

However, Will's voice came over: "Be careful, Tyron!"

Tyron's heart moved, and sure enough, the spear head suddenly turned up, stabbing Tyron Ash's face without putting down his helmet mask.

The audience burst into exclamations!

Robb Stark, Arya Stark, and Bran Stark were all on their feet and shouting together, "Be careful!" Their voices were inaudible to themselves, drowned out by the exclamations of the audience.