The hound's heavy sword is outside, and it is too late to defend itself.

It turned out that Bolong knew that there was only a dead end to continue fighting, and he had to come up with a strange plan. He is a man who only wants a victorious result, sells a flaw, lets the longsword be knocked down by the hound, takes advantage of the situation, throws the steel spike between the legs, and risks a blow.

The steel spikes are as nimble as fingers, striking the hound by the throat.

The hound did not wear a hideous hound helmet, but fastened his throat armor. It's just that, in the face of the armor-piercing stab, a melee combat weapon that only mercenaries, killers, and criminals like, the throat armor is nothing more than a vulnerable leather.

For a moment, Tyrion's back straightened, and his eyes lit up.

Cersei and the red cloaks beside her were silent, their eyes fixed on the field, and their mouths were so dry that they didn't dare to blink their eyes.

A sharp metal slashed across the steel, and a tooth-wrenching roar of gold and iron sounded—

The hound's body suddenly fluttered like water, or the graceful dance of a woman, and he leaned back, twisted his waist, and tilted his head, and his fluttering body saved his life, and the steel thorns of Bolong pierced the side of his neck armor, stirring up a spark.

Bo Long landed, and instantly pulled out the short knife on his waist with his left hand, and the left short knife and the right steel thorn, staring at the hound, still imposing like a rainbow.

The hound's heavy sword circled, protecting his chest, and he was covered in a cold sweat.

"You've lost!" said the hound. Because Boron has no sword. With the speed of a hound and the length of a long sword, Boron is a death when he gets close!

"I didn't lose. Boron said lightly.

Life and death fights are not won by the strong. It's a combination of luck, determination, death, tactics. Until the end, no one can say who will die.

Maybe I can trade an arm for a dog's life. - Boron thought, his eyes narrowing slightly. - If the big man spares his life, I can get it, but if he doesn't spare his life, I will die.

The hound snorted coldly, opened the heavy sword with one hand, slashed horizontally with one sword, slashed diagonally with the other, and reversed with a sword, easily and casually, without hurrying, and forced Bolong into the corner of the room.

Bolong has no way out, and it is useless to roll in circles.

Bolon's eyes narrowed again, maybe it's time to trade his arms for his life!

If the other party is not afraid of death at all, and does not retreat to save himself, he will be cut into two pieces with a sword down, but in addition, Bo Long can't think of a better way.

He has won against many big men, but this big man, it is not surprising that the power is above him, and he is convinced that the speed is also above him. It was the first time he had seen such a tall guy with such agility, which was incredible.

Bolong is known for its agility and speed!

Maybe with your right hand in exchange, the other party is more likely to be fooled. - Bolon's eyes twinkle. The one blow just now was a must-kill, and he missed it for the first time. The other party's delicate body is also something he can't believe now.

Unexpectedly, there were not only pustules in the palace, but also such top masters.

It's just that why is he willing to be a dog? If he changes to Bolon, no matter how generous the salary is, he will not be able to accept others calling him a dog.

The Hound looks like a sure winner, but it's also the most dangerous time to come.

Seeing that the two sides were about to be decided—"That's enough, Hound Dog!" Cersei chuckled.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the hounds immediately retreated, and the heavy sword withdrew.

"Tyrion, your captain is good, he's the best swordsman besides the hounds, I want him. Cersei said.

Tyrion's heart was relieved, as if a boulder had been lifted above his head: "As you wish, my old sister." ”

Still tense as a belligerent shadow bobcat, Bronn slowly let his guard down, gently thrusting back his dagger and steel spike.

"Your Majesty, I don't want to bow down every day, I'm a rough person, and I won't be summoned by you every day, stand guard or whatever, and I won't do it. A day without wine and women makes me feel sick. Polon said.

"I just spared your life!" Cersei said coldly.

"It was just a tie. Boron said lightly.

"Would you like to see if the Hound Dog's heavy sword can cut off your head?"

"No!" Bronn is a realist, to tell the truth.

"Sister, if you want to use Bolong, you won't use him to stand guard on duty, he is used to being free, doing things in Meigelou, rudeness, I'm afraid it will lose your face. Tyrion said.

Cersei smiled, "Of course, I won't use him as my bodyguard." Tyrion, I want Bolon to represent the West, and together with the Hound and Gregor, form the strongest tournament team and fight the North. Bolon, you won the team championship and rewarded 20,000 gold dragons. ”

"Can I get five thousand golden dragons?" Bolon's eyes immediately sparkled.

"Do you want to be a knight and get a fief?" Cersei said lightly.

Bolon's eyes suddenly glowed green: "Of course, Your Majesty, if there is a noble woman as a wife, I am willing to do anything, anything, Your Majesty." Bronn looked at Cersei with eager eyes.

Tyrion was left behind by him.

Tyrion teased, "No, my old lady, the future Sir Bronn won't be your dog, he's a free swordsman. ”

"I don't want to be an attendant, but I can still serve Her Majesty the Queen and be loyal. Boron said hurriedly.

Cersei's sweet smile rippled across her face, "Okay, soon Sir Bron, are you going to know how to spear?"

"Yes, but I prefer to use a sword. ”

"Go to a spear joust, first help the hound and gregor clean up some small flies, and then team up with the hound and gregor to participate in the team joust. Win or lose, as long as you do your best, I will make you a knight, and the golden dragon reward will not be less for you, as for marrying a nobleman, after you become a knight, I think there will be a lord's daughter to give you the opportunity to pursue. ”

"Your Majesty, Queen Xie. Bronn immediately got down on one knee. His arrogance in refusing to be a dog is gone.

Tyrion was helpless: "Bolon, there is no friendship between you and me?"

"No, Ser Tyrion, you still owe me fifty dragons. Polon said.

Tyrion scolded, "You hypocrite, Golden Dragon Slave, I will give you a hundred Golden Dragons, but I want you to continue to serve me. You are by my side, and I will pay you the same golden dragon, and it does not prevent you from participating in the martial arts competition. ”

Cersei smiled lightly, "Tyrion, I'm sorry, Bolon is my man. Bron, you and the hound, Sir Gregor, from tomorrow onwards, I want you to sit together, and Sir Adam Malbran, I want you to unite as one fist and crush the Northerners in the jousting ring. ”

"I would never fight with Gregor Cregan. The hound thrust his heavy sword into its scabbard.

"Hound dog, don't forget your request, I can grant you, but I can also cancel. ”

"Humph!" the hound snorted heavily.

"Bolon, do you have a problem?"

"No, Your Majesty. Bolon said immediately.

"Very well, you have to stay with me like a hound before the joust. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Tyrion's look of pity made Cersei very happy.

And Tyrion is happy that he finally has his first person by Cersei's side. People like Bolon, who take money on both sides, are the biggest winners this time. He will listen to whoever gives more money, and the old lady is not a generous Queen Majesty, and he Tyrion is.

"Tyrion, I forgive you for your defeat against Will, go and call your Dorne Angel archer, and if he can win against Sir Adam Malbran, I'll have him join Adam in the archery tournament on behalf of us in the West. ”

Adam Malbran, the first archery in the West.

"Adam is like a kid who doesn't know how to shoot an arrow compared to Angai. Tyrion said proudly, "Sister, you have taken the Bolon from me, and I will return to your room in the Maigar Building." "Staying in Megar House is the safest place to stay. Now Tyrion is jealous of Will the Man in Black.

"Dorne's sharpshooter Angai, can you be sure to recruit him?"

"Pretty sure!" Tyrion decided to lie first. Angay was very proud and had settled in the jousting arena, but Tyrion wasn't sure.

"I'm going to see him and Adam compare archery with my own eyes. ”

"As you wish, my Majesty the Queen. Tyrion bowed gracefully. Ever since one of his mercenary teams was easily shot eight and four by a stalker who stalked in the dark, Tyrion decided to find a man with great archery skills to be his sidekick.

There are times when you have to sharpshooter against sharpshooter. Swordsman against sharpshooter, unless he carries a turtle shell that is not afraid of long and close shots.

And Dorne Angel's archery skills are none of the most powerful archers Tyrion knows by using his connections and money.