The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 170: Fratricide

Night.

Late at night.

On the main street of the town of Harroway, a lone rider slowly made his way out of town.

The sound of hooves echoed!

A steed, armor, and a distinctly grotesque dog-head helmet on the knight's head.

Along the walls on both sides of the main street, a torch was placed every ten steps. Beneath each torch stood a gold cloak wielding a long spear.

Gold Cloaks: The unique cloak characteristic of the City Watch of King's Landing, distinguishing them from the cloaks of any other army.

The gold cloaks maintaining order in the town did not step forward to stop the lone rider general.

The centurions were all tactful enough to turn a blind eye.

This man was not to be trifled with, the Queen's most trusted First Captain of the Guard, in charge of the Queen's five hundred red cloak guards.

His dog-head helmet was famous, known to every gold cloak.

The Hound, Sandor Clegane's signature helmet, unique to him and none other.

The Hound's lone hooves struck the silent main street, shattering the tranquility of the street.

This was very incongruous.

In the town of Harroway, where the king resided, the entire town was under martial law, and no one was allowed to wander around after midnight.

But there were always exceptions.

The Hound, who obeyed the Queen, did not obey the City Watch of King's Landing, who ran rampant in the capital.

The gold cloak guards, feared by others, had never been taken seriously by the Hound.

The Hound was one of the few generals who could freely enter the King and Queen's private chambers without wearing a white cloak or a gold cloak.

The gold-cloaked soldiers standing at attention with spears every ten steps on the main street seemed to be accepting the Hound's inspection.

The Hound rode his horse at a leisurely pace through the town's main street, arriving outside the town.

Outside the town was a brightly lit camp.

These camps were numerous and diverse!

Some were the camps of courtiers who followed the King back to court, such as the camp of Lord Shallot of the Westerlands; some were the camps of local nobles who came to see the King; others were the camps of gold cloaks and red cloaks; and the camps of royal courtiers who had just arrived in town tonight were also here.

On the outskirts of the camp, bonfires were burning, and some gold cloak soldiers responsible for guarding were sitting around the fires, talking and laughing softly, making jokes about women.

The Hound's tall figure was very distinctive in the night.

The faint smiles of the gold cloak soldiers beside the bonfire came to an abrupt halt!

The Hound rode his horse slowly, arriving at the camp with the golden lion banner of the Westerlands and the three-dog banner erected.

Outside the camp, four soldiers were on guard.

The four soldiers watched the Hound approach slowly, standing up simultaneously, their hands on their sword hilts.

The Hound came to the four soldiers, one of whom said, "Who is the general who has come? Halt!"

The Hound's visor was not lowered.

At night, lowering the visor greatly affected vision.

There was only a narrow slit on the visor to observe the front, and there were narrower, downward-sloping slits at the mouth and nose for breathing, which could not be seen from the front.

The Hound said faintly, "Tell the Mountain to come out, I'll be waiting for him at the Ruby Ford!"

After saying that, he turned his warhorse around, gently scolded, and the warhorse trotted towards the Ruby Ford.

A short while later, the Mountain crawled out of the tent, not wearing that heavy suit of armor.

The Mountain's armor could not be moved by two ordinary soldiers.

One soldier could move a hundred pounds without any problems, but two soldiers could not move it, so his armor weighed at least two hundred pounds or more.

Pure giant plate armor! When taken off, it was just a pile of heavy iron!

For a person to be able to wear more than two hundred pounds and still agilely wield a sword to kill enemies, dodge, and jump, his strength was beyond the imagination of ordinary people!

A thousand pounds of divine power could not describe his strength.

The Mountain mounted his horse, wearing leather armor and carrying a two-handed greatsword.

Among the Seven Kingdoms, the Mountain's greatsword ranked first.

This first contained two meanings: first was the length; the two-handed greatswords of other knights, such as the giant sword of Ser Ilyn Payne, the King's Justice, because it was too long, could only be carried on the back, slanting, and the length of that sword was only five feet at most.

And the length of the Mountain's greatsword: six and a half feet! The longest sword in the Seven Kingdoms!

Second: the weight of the Mountain's greatsword was at least twice the weight of other heaviest greatswords.

Two-handed greatswords must be wielded with both hands, requiring extremely strong arm strength!

But the Mountain was an exception. He used the heaviest giant sword in the Seven Kingdoms with one hand, as easily as a small knife for cutting meat. If it weren't for the hundreds of pounds of turtle shell-like plate armor, he could probably swing such a heavy sword all day without getting tired. Because it was one-handed, his attack range was very wide, unmatched in the Seven Kingdoms.

The Mountain mounted his horse, also a lone rider, heading towards the Ruby Ford.

He looked like he was riding a toy horse on the tall horse. His legs seemed to be touching the ground.

His huge and heavy iron-clad oak shield was also not used.

He didn't wear his flat-topped helmet either!

But the Hound had full plate armor, shield, and helmet!

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The river water outside the Ruby Ford sparkled, like a giant silver ribbon in the bright moonlight.

The Hound and the Mountain faced each other.

"I'm here!" The Mountain said.

"You're not wearing a helmet?" The Hound said.

"Better vision!" The Mountain said easily, "Especially at night."

"You didn't bring a shield?"

"I don't defend!" The Mountain said, "My defense is offense. Offense, offense, continuous offense, until the enemy falls!"

The Hound's heart sank, the Mountain was obviously a little different.

The Mountain would never have gone without a shield before, and it didn't feel like he would say such a thing. He was used to glaring, roaring, raging, and attacking madly.

The Mountain was not a rational person, and it was difficult for him to calm down! He was irritable, violent, and out of control, and these were all weaknesses.

But he was very calm tonight!

"You're not wearing armor!"

"My armor is very heavy, hundreds of pounds. Although wearing it gives me a very safe turtle shell, the turtle's movements are the slowest, and it consumes a lot of strength. What I want to do is be an agile rabbit. Hound, you have to be careful tonight. My only way is to attack very quickly. Fast, faster, even faster, speed is the only way to break through!"

The Hound's heart sank.

He understood that he could not compete with the Mountain head-on. His tactic was to expend the Mountain's strength, let him tire himself out first, slow down, be unable to swing his sword, and then he would stab the Mountain's elbow and knee joints, and then kill him.

"For a duel that doesn't require defense, shields and armor are a burden. A sword fight between two people is not a battlefield confrontation, I don't need to worry about stray arrows!" The Mountain said.

The Mountain's words shattered the Hound's carefully calculated tactics!

Shattered!

The Hound slowly took off his dog-head helmet. The dog-head helmet was very heavy. His neck had been slightly sore from wearing it from his residence all the way to the Ruby Ford.

The dog-head helmet was very hideous and majestic, and its protection was very good, but it was also a large lump of iron, and the weight was all on the neck.

The Hound threw the dog-head helmet far away. The night wind blew, and his breathing and neck felt a burst of relief.

The Mountain said, "What, you don't need a helmet either?"

"This way the vision is better, and the breathing is smoother!"

"Indeed!"

The Hound began to take off his breastplate, which was a whole piece of steel, extremely heavy!

"You don't need plate armor?" The Mountain asked.

"I want to make my speed faster. Although the turtle shell protects my body, it will slow my speed by half."

"Need me to help?"

"No need!"

The Hound took off the plate armor on his chest, back, shoulders, abdomen, etc., and threw it on the ground.

He also took off the shield hanging on the saddle and threw it far away.

"You don't need a shield either?" The Mountain said.

"My only way tonight is also offense, rapid offense, continuous offense, you have to pay attention too!"

"Not bad, the best way to defend is to attack. For a quick attack tactic, carrying a shield is actually a burden."

"Tonight, only one of us can go back." The Hound said faintly.

"Do you think it will be you or me?" The Mountain laughed.

The Hound was silent.

He put his hand on the hilt of his sword!

The Mountain's hand also immediately pressed on the hilt of his sword, and the smile on his face immediately disappeared.

The Hound did not draw his sword!

The Mountain stared at the Hound, his mighty momentum erupting, unstoppable, but he did not draw his sword either.

The Hound said in a deep voice, "Mountain, I want to ask you a little family matter."

"I'm listening!" The Mountain's voice was deep and strong as a mountain, and his spirit, energy, and spirit were bursting with killing intent.

"Did you kill Father?"

"............"

"Did you kill Little Sister?"

"............"

The night breeze was gentle, the bright moon hung high, and the silver river flowed slowly.

The Hound said faintly, "I see, Mountain, I am deeply ashamed to share a surname with a scum like you. Tonight, you will surely die, for Father and Little Sister! After you die, I will not take your head back to Clegane Keep, I will throw your head into the Trident River, and throw your body in the wilderness to feed the wild dogs and wolves, I swear in the name of the Seven Gods."

Clang!

The Hound's long sword was drawn.

A bright and shiny sword, reflecting the moon like autumn water!

What a sharp sword!

Clang!

The Mountain's giant sword was drawn, also a bright and shiny giant sword, also reflecting the moon like autumn water.

Also a sharp sword!

"Hound, I have a word."

"Say it!"

"Those are things of the past, I can't change the past."

"Humph!"

"But we can look forward together!"

"Humph! Have you finished speaking?"

"Not yet!"

"Say it!"

"You are not my opponent at all." The Mountain suddenly roared, his voice like thunder, wild as a galloping horse. While he was roaring, he kicked the spurs hard, the sharp edges of the spurs pierced into the horse's body, and blood splattered. The warhorse was in extreme pain and rushed forward, like a gust of wind, straight at the Hound.

Surprise attack! A very despicable surprise attack!

Faster than lightning!

The Mountain's roar had not finished, and he had already suddenly attacked to the Hound's front.

"Despicable!" The Hound shouted, his heart shuddering. He should have been on guard against the Mountain's sudden attack at all times. The Mountain was originally a scum with no honor!

The Hound held the sword with both hands, staring at the Mountain, completely losing the initiative!

His quick attack tactic was once again - shattered! He couldn't even do a simultaneous attack!

The Mountain was clearly still outside the Hound's attack range, but in the blink of an eye, the giant sword that made the warriors of the Seven Kingdoms tremble appeared abruptly in front of the Hound, slashing at the Hound's chest!

Everything happened too fast!

Speed is the only way to break through!

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ps: I'm really too busy and tired today, I can't complete 3 updates, I'm sorry!

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