The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 186: The Mountain Disarmed (3rd Update)

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The Mountain roared, "Ser Edmure, if you have evidence that I am the one who set fire to the Riverlands, then arrest me and send me to Lord Harroway's Town to King's Landing, and let Duke Renly judge me."

"I have no evidence!" Edmure Tully said coldly.

The Mountain's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Since there is no evidence, please, Ser Edmure, clear the way. Do you want the Westerlands and the Riverlands to go to war?"

"The Mountain, the burning of the Riverlands, if it wasn't you, who else could it be?"

"It could be anyone but me!"

"Anyone? Besides you, who else would have the courage to do such a wicked thing? I've thought about it for a long time, and I can't figure it out."

"So what if you can't?"

"Since I can't figure it out, then it must have been you who set the fire!"

The Mountain laughed loudly, "Ser Edmure, you have no evidence to prove that I killed anyone, and you have no evidence to prove that I didn't kill anyone, but someone died here, so you want to kill me. Is that your logic?"

Edmure said coldly, "No!"

"Since it's not, then please, Ser Edmure, clear the way and return our horses, saddles, food, and wine."

"What if I don't?"

"Then you will definitely regret it!" The Mountain said decisively.

Edmure laughed loudly, "The Mountain, I know you are immensely strong and no one can challenge you, but if you can fight your way out of here today, I will slit my own throat in front of you."

"Are you determined to do this?" The Mountain suddenly gathered his breath and shouted, like a thunderclap in the sky.

Edmure's thousand-odd soldiers were all startled and their faces changed slightly.

The Mountain's roar was as powerful as a thunderclap, making people tremble with fear!

"The Mountain, hand over your sword, take off your armor, and lower your banner, and I will order the soldiers to return the horses to you."

"What if I don't!"

"You will hand them over, I'm sure of it!" Edmure shouted, "Archers, prepare!"

On the east and west sides, more than six hundred archers drew their bows and aimed their arrows at the Mountain and his brothers.

"If the Mountain dares to move, shoot him to death!" Edmure Tully said coldly.

"Hoh!" Several centurions and more than six hundred archers shouted in unison!

This shout was not much less imposing than the Mountain's explosive roar.

"Cavalry, prepare to offer Lord Mountain a cup of wine!" Edmure shouted.

Cavalry on both the east and west sides rushed out, took down the barrels of wildfire from their horses, and rode like dragons, crossing near the Mountain and his men, throwing down the barrels of wildfire in their hands.

One barrel of wildfire after another was thrown on the ground, the wooden barrels shattered, and black wildfire covered the ground. The smell of crude oil filled the air.

The four hundred-odd cavalrymen were well-organized, the east and west teams crossed each other, team after team of cavalry galloped in a continuous loop, and hundreds of barrels of wildfire were dropped in front of the Mountain.

Even if the Mountain wanted to rush over to approach Edmure, it was impossible. The wildfire was very slippery, and a large area of wildfire would cause people to fall if they rushed over, perhaps only sliding on the ground would work. But as soon as they moved, hundreds of arrows would come whistling and shoot them all into hedgehogs.

Edmure was not the pale-faced, thin-faced, and unwise guy in the TV series. He was brave and resourceful, with a thick beard, a rough temperament, and a face with resolute contours like a rock.

After the four hundred cavalrymen dropped the barrels of wildfire, the cavalry on the east and west sides exchanged positions, the east team went to the west side, the west team went to the east side, the east and west teams exchanged positions, and the formation was not chaotic at all, showing that the Tully family and the family guards of the noble children summoned by Edmure were well-trained.

"The Mountain, I'll give you one last chance," Edmure said lightly. "Three hundred years ago, King Torrhen Stark of the North knelt here before Aegon the Conqueror and his dragons. Today, I don't want you to kneel, I want your sword! Don't think you can fool Eddard Stark and my father Hoster Tully and I won't dare to deal with you. You, a wicked person who does all kinds of evil, need to be warned! If you dare to do it again, you will surely die!"

"Okay, Edmure, what will you do if I don't hand over my sword?" The Mountain roared.

"You will be killed for attacking the owner of the Inn of the Kneeling Man and the many noble heirs of the Riverlands. In the name of the Seven Gods and the Tully family, I assure you that I will kill you and all your dogs here at the Inn of the Kneeling Man in self-defense and in the righteousness of stopping evil! Last chance, hand over your sword!" Edmure raised his hand high.

The Mountain turned to look at the thirty brothers whose beards and eyebrows were bristling, and said in a low voice, "Brothers, I assure you that I will make Edmure Tully kneel down and kowtow to us in apology! And that time will come soon, but today, we need to take a step back for now!"

His stern and ruthless gaze stopped several brothers who wanted to rush out. He turned around and untied his greatsword and threw it on the ground: "Edmure, you win!"

The brothers took off the long swords from their waists and threw them on the ground with force!

Edmure Tully laughed loudly.

His generals and centurions also laughed loudly.

More than a thousand soldiers laughed together!

The invincible Mountain was disarmed in front of them!

This news will spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and Edmure and the noble children who followed him will have the capital to boast about for the rest of their lives and the topic of conversation at the dinner table.

Edmure rode his horse to the edge of the wildfire zone, and soldiers immediately brought pieces of grass mats to spread on the wildfire zone. A hundred-man team of soldiers stepped on the grass mats and came to the Mountain and his men, and took away the long swords that the Mountain and his party had thrown on the ground.

The Mountain's greatsword, along with its scabbard, was too heavy and more than two meters long. Unless two people carried it, no soldier could carry it on his back and take it away, so a horse was led over to carry the Mountain's greatsword away.

"The Mountain, and your armor!" Edmure smiled. His mood was really extremely happy. The bad breath that had been stifled by the fire in the Riverlands finally found a way to vent here.

The Mountain took off his plate armor, and there was a layer of the Seven Kingdoms' number one protective soft armor under his clothes. The plate armor was slammed on the ground with force, and it crashed like a huge rock falling, the ground shook, and Edmure and his generals were all startled.

Half an hour later, the Mountain and his soldiers, wearing only single clothes and riding bareback horses—there were no saddles on the horses' backs, hence the term bareback horses—passed in front of Edmure's army, and walked into the deepening night in Edmure's soft laughter and the jeering and drumming of the thousand-odd soldiers.

Edmure's voice chased after the Mountain and his party like a whip: "The Mountain, I will send scouts to follow you all the way. As long as you dare to forcibly seize food along the way, I will definitely lead the army to chase after you and kill you all in self-defense and to stop the evil that is happening!"

In his complacency, Edmure did not realize that he had poked a hole in the sky this time, and there was no possibility of turning back!