Under the guard tree, by the stream, the hound Sandor Clegane sharpened his sword.

It is first polished with a sword grinding stone, then repeatedly wiped with an oilcloth, and then polished with a sword grinding stone.

Each step was careful and composed, until the blade of the sword shone brightly as soon as it met the light.

Look at the twilight coming, and the hound's state of mind is as calm as water.

Sharpening his sword is a good way for him to calm his mind before the big battle, so that his body and mind can be best relaxed.

Celio Friel's swordsmanship was not despised by him, and unlike other knights or swordsmen, he never looked down on the narrow sword of a small man.

On the contrary, the little man was able to save him from Harris's dagger and restrained him from fighting Harris again with his swordsmanship, and he developed a deep awe for the little man's swordsmanship.

Celio is small and lacks natural strength, and his sword is narrow, and he cannot collide with his sword to slash and kill, but he has his own unique swordsmanship: skillful and powerful, fast and slow, light and heavy, and short and long.

The Hound Dog's longsword was nearly twice as long and weighed more than four times as much as Silio's.

Silio could travel around with a narrow sword, and naturally he had experienced a hundred battles, and he had seen all kinds of heavy swords and broadswords, and Sandor wanted to know how Sirio would break his long sword.

His longsword is particularly well-built, lighter than the heavy sword, heavier than the broad sword, the body longer than the broad sword, and the blade narrower than the broad sword.

The hound sheathed his sword, gathered up a few of the sharpening stones that had become round and small, and wrapped the tarpaulins carefully one by one, and when he stood up, he heard the footsteps behind the guard's tree trampling on the dead branches.

A knight in a white cloak stepped out from behind the tree, it was Marin Tran, the Kingsguard who had been impaled in the right shoulder by Silio at Ruby Beach in the morning, a cruel fellow with drooping eyebrows and a beard like rust.

"Lord Sandor. Marin Tran said.

The hound looked at him and did not speak.

He looked down on Marin Tran from the bottom of his heart. This guy drew his sword against a little girl with the Iron Guard of the Imperial Forest, and if the common people knew about it, it would be unbelievable.

The Kingsguard is the highest honor of all the knights of the Seven Kingdoms, synonymous with loyalty, honor, dedication, integrity and martial prowess among the knights.

But this Marin Tran did not hesitate to draw his sword and rush at an eleven or twelve-year-old girl.

Perhaps since Jaime Lannister's oath, the entire Kingsguard's honor has deteriorated. Or maybe the honor of the whole kingdom has deteriorated, like the scum in Sandor's heart who has long since deteriorated.

Sandor Clegane had one of the highest ideals in his life, which was to kill a man with his own hands and use a sword in his own hand. He couldn't even tolerate anyone else killing that person, that person's life had to be his, but unfortunately, he wasn't that man's opponent right now.

So he chose to be a Lannister dog first. That man was also a dog of the Lannisters, a dog more vicious, more vicious, more ruthless, and more effective than him.

Marin Tran said, "Lord Sandor, your duel tonight is not necessarily Silio's opponent. There's a chance he'll kill you, right? ”

The hound still didn't speak, only frowning slightly.

Marin Tran said, "Well, I'm not going to go around in circles, I want you to kill the little man, but his narrow sword can easily pierce through the junction of your armor, and then pierce your shoulder blades, kneecaps, wrists, and neck like tofu, you see my right shoulder is an example." ”

"Humph!" the hound snorted heavily in his nostrils.

He knew all the nonsense Marin Tran was saying.

"He doesn't have armor, and his so-called Water Dance swordsmanship can't wear armor, because it will hinder the speed of his sword and the flexibility of his body, I bet that no matter how you dodge and block, your speed is not as fast as his, and once he gets close to you, you must be the first to hit his sword. ”

"What exactly do you want to say?" said the hound at last, impatiently.

If it weren't for the fact that Marin Tran wouldn't have come to him for no reason, he would have been gone.

This guy is Her Majesty's person, maybe his words are Her Majesty's words.

"I have a pair of soft armor that you can wear close to your body. "Put on your armor outside, no matter how fast and agile the swordsmith's narrow sword is, when his narrow sword pierces through the junction of your armor, it will be blocked by the soft armor." ”

"Impenetrable soft armor with the tip of the sword?"

"Impenetrable. ”

"But what about my wrists and knees?"

"They all have wrist pads and knee pads. ”

"Knee pads won't affect my movement?"

"No, because the knee pads are only in the front, and the back is a flexible rope that ensures that the knee pads are fastened to your knees. Nasilio won't know that your knee bend back is not protected by soft armor, and as long as he can't hurt you with a few swords, he'll panic. Marin Thelin laughed.

The hound groaned.

This detracts from the honor of swordsmanship, but it is worthless compared to his life.

Because he still has one thing to do, which is to kill that scum with his own hands: that person is known as Gregor Clegane of the Magic Mountain, his own brother, a guy who was crowned a knight by Rhaegar Targaryen himself more than ten years ago.

During Tywin Lannister's coup d'état, Gregor Clegan killed Prince Rhaeggar's infant son, took Rhaeggar's wife, and finally crushed the princess's head.

Compared to these crimes of the Magic Mountain, the crimes he committed against his family were even more heinous, but Sandor Clegane had to remain silent.

He still retains a trace of the fragile honor of the Clegane family in his heart: the ugliness of the family must not be publicized!

Half of his face and head were burned through the fire, but it was because he had moved the toys of the Magic Mountain, and his brother had grown up at that time, and the toys were dispensable to him.

His older brother drunkenly qiangjian their little sister and twisted her head off, slit open her belly, and pulled out her intestines just because his sister threatened to denounce him and tell him about his scandal.

In the family's woods, the magic mountain killed his father, because his father scolded him a few harshly, he went crazy, lifted his father up and knocked him to death on the tree, and his brain burst.

And for the sake of the family's fragile and hypocritical honor, no one in the Cregan clan dared to tell the truth to the outside world, including Sandor Clegane himself. Underneath the so-called family honor, there is also a deep fear of the clan for the Magic Mountain.

The Demon Mountain has always been the demon in Sandor's heart, his nightmare, and the only enemy of his blood hatred.

Therefore, before the magic mountain died, he could not die.

There's no way Marin Tran could have such a high-level soft armor, but the hound didn't intend to ask about the origin of the intimate soft armor, he said, "Where is the soft armor?"

"It's been ready for you, Lord Sandor, and the soft armor is already on your bed. All you have to do is go back to your tent and lift the quilt on your bed, and you'll see this pair of close-fitting soft armor, impenetrable. Marin Tran smiled.

The hound was disgusted by Marin Tran's flattering smile, and he spat at Marin Tran and said coldly: "Stay away from me, za seed, or I will slaughter you!"

Marin Tran's breath was choked, and his face contorted, as if he had been punched hard.