Chapter 0144: Sandor Clegane: I only want to be a dog

Huge beams rattled specially reinforced.

Several thick ropes hang from the beams, which are retracted by pulleys. At one end of the rope hung several heavy two-handed giant swords, strictly speaking, some were not heavy swords, but still sword blanks, and the blades did not open. The most fundamental reason is that buying a sword blank is cheaper than a formed giant sword.

Moreover, these sword blanks were not bought, but borrowed by the hound by virtue of the majesty of the red cloak on his body and the long sword at his waist. Steel Street is full of blacksmiths and weapons shops, and it's not difficult to do that.

The hound doesn't want to bully, but not wanting to do it doesn't mean that he can't, he is a person who doesn't have any concept of money, and when he gets his salary, he usually spends it on the same day, or in two days.

When he had no money but had to do something, the hound would show people his red cloak, and if the color of the red cloak did not impress, he would show the sharpness of the sword at his waist to someone's neck.

Everyone understands that the blade of the sword is sharper than the neck, so things are easier to handle.

Moreover, the hound said to borrow. He was much more reasonable than the other red, white, and gold robes that roamed King's Landing.

The other end of the thick rope was held in the hands of several strong men who were not wearing shirts, and they shouted trumpets, and according to a certain rhythm, pulled the ropes, and those giant swords and sword blanks went up and down.

In the middle of the ups and downs of the giant sword, the hound is fully armored, holding a thin and long narrow sword in his hand, sideways, tucked in the abdomen, straight, the narrow sword pointing, the footsteps advance and retreat, only with pure skill and homeopathic fighting with these giant swords.

Looking at the hound's body and sword style, it is very similar to Arya's dance teacher Silio Friel's swordsmanship: Water Dance.

The hound's lips are also full of words, but there are always only two words: light as silk, floating like a shadow.

On the hilts of those giant swords, ribbons of various colors were hung. The ribbon is gentle, and the giant sword goes up and down, and the ribbon flies.

The hound's eyes are not only the greatsword, but also the flying of ribbons.

How do you make a sword as light as silk? But at the same time you can break the greatsword? How to use this power, how to turn around? How to float out of the gaps of impossible greatswords when several greatswords fall at the same time, and unscathed.

Several hired strong men have weak arms, and they have to constantly pull up and loosen the rope through the pulleys on the beams, and it takes two hours to start work, but it is not an easy job.

Moreover, two hours have passed, but no one dares to remind the evil man who practiced the sword. The guy is like a demon, you can only see half of his face, and the other half of his face is blocked by his long hair. However, between the advance and retreat of the evil man, the wind blows his hair flying, and the strong men will see a face that they can't bear to look at directly, as if half of their face has been gnawed by a dog, and half of their rotten mouth faintly revealing the roots of their maroon teeth, and half of their foreheads are also scarred and tangled, which is ugly......

A few strong men were peasants in the neighborhood, and when they saw the hidden half of the face behind the long hair of the fellow who came here every ten days to pound for a day, they were afraid of the sir, and they did not dare to speak.

Finally, a farmer's strong hand was weak, the rope fell off his hand, and the giant sword whistled down, slamming into the jazz who was dodging the sword practice left and right under the beam, and everyone exclaimed, the jazz just spun under his feet, and the side of his body, and the sword was erected in front of his chest, and he easily avoided this unexpected giant sword fall.

Bang!

The greatsword slashed to the ground, and dust flew up.

The ground trembled.

The weight of the greatsword is very heavy, and ordinary knights must have a hard time picking it up.

"Lord Sir!" the strong farmer was stunned.

The jazz flashed out, out of the giant sword array, and his face was expressionless: "Eat!" His words were as cold as ice, but they were the most beautiful voice a few strong farmers had ever heard.

"Thank you, Sir. Several farmers breathed a sigh of relief and spoke in unison.

They had expected that the wicked Sir would punish them severely. This escape from punishment is really overjoyed and unbelievable.

"Thank you, Sir Sir. The farmer, who had made a mistake because of his weakness, knelt forward and hugged Sir Wicked's leg, "God protect you, Sir ......"

Because of this mistake, it is possible that Sir Villain killed him, but this evil Sir did not punish him.

"I'm not a jazz, I'm a dog. The hound said sullenly. He threw it with his hand, and the narrow sword in his hand flew out, snatched it, and nailed it into the wooden door. The hinges of the wooden door were not firmly connected, it was a wooden house built randomly in the woods outside the gate of the gods, and the wooden door creaked and collapsed.

"No, you're a sir. The farmer who hugged the hound's legs and kissed them thanked him.

The hound raised his leg and kicked down the strong farmer, and shouted angrily, "I am a dog, a hound." Can't I be a dog, at least dogs don't deceive people, dogs dare to fight lions, dogs don't leave their owners and companions and run away. The knights of King's Landing, the guys who live in the Red Keep, not a single good person, they are all liars, big liars and small liars, all liars. Mistress Ed isn't a liar, but he's a fool, stupid, and I don't want to be one of those. ”

The Hound is brave, swordsmanship, and loyal, and when he was in the West, Lord Tywin Lannister tried to grant him the knighthood, but he refused.

He said he would rather be a hunting dog than a knight.

As a result, many guards who were worse than him became knights and became Lord Sirs, and the Hound has always been an ordinary guard. Even though he was favored by Lord Tywin and sent to Cersei's side to protect Cersei, Cersei gave him to his son Joffrey, who was the most relied upon by the queen and prince as the most skilled personal bodyguard, he was still not a knight.

Queen Cersei, Prince Joffrey, Tywin Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, and many others all called Sandor Clegane a dog.

To be a dog was what Sandor Clegane himself asked of his lordship.

There are conditions for Sandor Clegane to be a knight, first, he will not kneel to be a knight, and second, he will never recite that set of knightly oaths, never. He despised the knight's oath very much, what not to bully women and children, to protect the weak, all are lies, and those who rape in the war are those knights first. As for the children, the ones who put their heads on the tips of their spears were the retinues of the so-called knights. Without the knight's order, the knight's retinue who dared qiang. Rape, who dares to kill indiscriminately.

Sandor Clegane had seen it all.

Several strong peasant men were frightened by the angry shouting of the hounds, and they held in their hands the delicacies brought by the hounds: barbecue, bread, and sour ale, and they all looked at him blankly, not daring to move.

Ruby Beach, Hound and Celestio Friel fight to the death, and he trades his life for the essence of the Braavosian narrow sword: skillful victory, fast and slow, weak and strong.

Every day, the hound's mind is filled with the light and elegant swordsmanship and body skills of Silio Friel.

The Hound came here to practice his sword in order to slaughter his brother, Gregor Clegane. Gregor is stronger than him, and can make a two-handed heavy sword with one hand, but the Hound heavy sword can't fight him, so another way must be found.

The hound sat down and glared at a few hired farmers: "What are you doing in a daze?