Outside Winterfell, South Gate, Winter Town Street.

Tyrion hurried forward, standing between Jaime and Harris, "Don't do it, Sir Harris, we'll go with you." ”

"Lay down your arms, monarchicide. Harris held the spear to Tyrion's chest, keeping him from approaching.

Jaime laughed, "Harris, are you still a man from the North? Or maybe the men of the North are all sissies." He had a big smile on his face, the knight's honor burning in his eyes, and the gilded sword glittering in the setting sun.

At the age of seven, Jaime jumped from a hundred-foot cliff without fear, and no one dared to do so in a large group of aristocratic children. Of course, he was later punished by his father, Tywin Lannister, for his twin sister Cersei complained to his father.

Since childhood, Jaime has not been afraid of anything.

At the age of twelve, Jaime's prowess began to spread in the city of Kairuo, and at the age of seventeen, he was tall and handsome, a famous beautiful man in the West, and his swordsmanship was a rare opponent, and the noble knights were all defeated by him, and everyone recognized him as the first in the West. As for killing, of course, it was the Graygo Cregan from the Westlands who came first.

Jaime likes to solve problems with the sword, and his older brother seems to have never feared anything, including death, which everyone fears, ever since he was sensible.

Tyrion knew this, and his brother Jaime was never afraid of death.

However, this is exactly what Tyrion fears.

He was afraid that Jaime would use force.

In the current situation, Jaime is humiliating himself by using force!

Tyrion and his brother's approach to solving problems is completely different, and if he could not do it, he would never do it. Even if it was spit in his face, he wouldn't be provoked to do it. He called it spitting on his own face!

Not using force does not mean that the problem will not be solved.

Tyrion likes to solve problems with his head and likes to admire the way enemies crawl in front of him and beg for mercy. - This is another meaning of his little devil's name. His methods of revenge are as terrible as those of demons, and his body is so small, as ugly as the demons in the dark night.

Problems that Jaime found difficult to solve would be easier in Tyrion's hands.

Jaime refers to his brother as a little wizard - a little wizard who can turn magic.

He admires and loves this dwarf brother of his own!

The entire Lannister family looked down on Tyrion as a dwarf. - His demonic appearance is too abominable.

But Jaime always pretended to be Tyrion's own brother - and then when Tyrion was hurt by the attack - he rightfully stood in front of Tyrion.

In the entire family, the only person in Tyrion's heart who feels that there is a family relationship is Jaime.

Both his father, Tywin Lannister, and his sister, Cersei Lannister, had nothing but a deep indifference to Tyrion and an inextricable hatred for their blood ties, as if it were in their nature.

Tyrion stretched out his two short hands, hoping to block the conflict between Jaime and Harris, and it was only then that he finally realized that there was a real reason why his dwarf's body was being ridiculed, even though he had always understood it. - His hands are too short.

Jaime easily bypassed Tyrion: "Harris, take out the knightly hunger honor and duel with me." The sword in his hand slashed at Harris.

In the oblique stab, a spear stabbed out and stabbed Jaime in the neck of his warhorse. The horses neighed, the people stood up, and more spears pierced, turning the horses into hedgehogs.

Jaime fell to the ground, and the golden sword flew out of his hand.

Harris's spear pressed against his throat: "Tie up!"

Jaime pushed Harris' spear away, punched one and dropped him to the ground, riding on top of him and punching him in the face.

However, more soldiers jumped off their horses, and one of them drew a dagger and slashed Jaime in the arm.

Jaime rolled to his feet and drew the short knife from his waist at the same time, and with his left hand he quickly twisted the soldier's hand holding the knife, and the short knife of his right hand stabbed through the soldier's mouth and through the back of his neck. When the knife was drawn, blood was like an arrow.

Tyrion yells, "Jaime, don't resist!"

Puff puff!

There were several flesh sounds behind him.

The three Lannister guards were stabbed back and forth by numerous spears, some of which pierced from the front and pierced the backs, the tips of which were bloodshot. Some spears protruded from behind to the chest, the tips sticking out, as hideous as the bloody teeth of wild beasts.

"No!" Tyrion yelled, "No, no, no, Jeka, Marry, Tiger, no!"

Three loyal Lannister guards were killed instantly!

Tyrion knew that if they didn't resist, they would still have a chance to live.

Harris snorted, and the soldiers surrounding Jaime stepped back in a circle.

Tyrion was held to his chest with spears to his chest by the other two soldiers, who looked at him with a playful smile in their eyes, and they giggled and called him the nickname of the little devil and wouldn't let him pass.

"Harris, come, let me see the number one in the North, in the honor of a knight!" Jaime pointed at Harris with a dagger in his hand, blood dripping from the dagger slowly.

Harris jumped off his horse, drew his sword from his waist, and slashed at Jaime.

Jaime leaped out of the way, his injured arm dripping with blood, slowly staining the armor of his right arm.

Harris stabbed, and when it sounded, Jaime did not retreat but advanced, and blocked sideways.

Backing away is not Jaime's style.

Jaime's short knife framed Harris's long sword, and the two sides wrestled, Jaime's weakness gradually appeared, and the injured arm tore like a pain as soon as he exerted his strength, but he didn't care.

The longsword pressed against the short sword, the tip of the sword pointed at Jaime's chest.

Jaime suddenly smiled slightly, pounced, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and hit Harris in the face, Harris retreated, and Jaime jumped up, and the short knife in his hand stabbed Harris in the neck.

Harris flashed his head down, and Jaime moved as swiftly as a shadow lynx, kicking on Harris's chest and abdomen armor, Harris fell to the ground with a bang, and the armor's connecting pieces made a metallic grinding sound on the ground.

Jaime's footwork was flexible, he stepped forward and slashed Harris's face with a short knife, Harris held with his long sword, and kicked Jaime's body, James kicked back, Harris turned over and stood up, the long sword was raised, and the one-handed sword was changed to a two-handed sword, and said coldly: "Monarch killer, last chance, put down your weapon." ”

Jaime smiled.

Harris swooped out: slash, stab, sweep, slash. The sword with both hands is like a big sword, and it is more urgent than the other, and it is no longer defensive, but only violently attacked.

Dangdang, dangdang!

Jaime scrambled, his short knife was too short, and every time he blocked, he risked being slashed by the sword.

One inch long and one inch strong!

Jaime stepped back, and Harris's sword slashed, knocking the short knife in Jaime's hand away. The sword in his hand pierced into the armor of James's chest with his hands empty, and shouted, "Tie up the kingkiller!"

Jaime tied, laughed, and said, "First in the North, but that's it!"