The Mountain of Ice and Fire

The Mountain said coldly, "Thoros of Myr, you are just a stupid bastard, just like Ilyn and the Hound, all three are fools. Ser Edmure is free to begin with, so how can there be any talk of letting Ser Edmure go first?"

Edmure stepped forward: "Ser Thoros, my conflict with the Mountain has been resolved."

Thoros snorted coldly: "Ser Edmure, come over here first."

He always believed that Edmure was being coerced by the Mountain and that he was not acting freely.

Looking at the people around the Mountain, each of them had unkind faces, and basically none of them were good people!

Edmure walked over, and as expected, the Mountain and the others did not move, and no one came forward to stop him.

The Mountain didn't care about Thoros's reaction, he looked at the Hound and said, "The Hound, you used a lance!"

"Since that's what you wanted, I naturally followed your wishes," the Hound said coldly.

The Mountain smiled: "Hound, you always use what I taught you to deal with me, so how can you really deal with me? If you want to kill me, you have to think of your own ways!"

The Hound's face hardened!

The Mountain was mocking his ignorance!

"I will!" The Hound gritted his teeth, but in reality, he had no confidence. It was similar to a show of strength with a weak interior.

"I will too. Hound, I have spared your life three times already. If there is a next time, it will be your death. I treat you like a brother, and I always show mercy. You treat me like a mortal enemy and try to kill me every time. I'm sorry, I'm married now and have a family; I have also established the Clegane cavalry and have my own brothers in life and death; I have responsibilities on my shoulders, a wife and future children to take care of and love, and brothers to lead, so anyone who wants to kill me, I will kill him, including you!"

"Next time, don't hold back, it sounds disgusting to me!" The Hound shook the lance in his hand to boost his prestige.

The Mountain suddenly moved. While Thoros and Edmure were talking, and everyone wasn't paying much attention to him, he suddenly moved. He strode towards the Hound.

He attacked without warning!

The Hound roared, and his horse charged forward. He waved his lance and thrust it at the Mountain's chest. The Mountain was empty-handed, with the greatsword on his back. This time, the Mountain took the initiative to attack and did not draw his sword.

The lance stabbed at his chest, as fast as lightning. The Mountain slightly moved his body to the side and reached out to grab the shaft of the lance: "Although a longsword is not as good as a lance at piercing armor, the double-edged blade makes people afraid to grab it casually."

The Mountain grabbed the lance, and the Hound tried to snatch it back with force, but the lance didn't budge.

"My turn!"

The Mountain exerted force, and an irresistible force transmitted to the Hound's entire body. If he didn't let go, he would be pulled off his horse.

The Hound had no choice but to let go. He wasn't wearing iron gloves, and the skin on his palms and hands had been worn through, dripping with blood.

The Mountain's power to seize the lance was not only strong, but also swift.

Too fast!

Edmure and Thoros were talking on the side, and although Ilyn Payne and Thoros didn't quite understand the situation, they both understood that the two sides had indeed resolved the problem.

The Mountain took the Hound's lance, weighed it, as if he was going to throw it at the Hound. Some soldiers were shocked and shouted to stop him, only daring to feign strength and shout, not daring to take actual action.

The Hound drew his longsword with a clang, ready to fight, but his face had changed.

Could he block the iron lance that the Mountain threw?!

Ilyn Payne on the side didn't move, his hand on the hilt of his sword. If the Mountain wanted to kill the Hound, good. He didn't have any good feelings towards the Hound either. It didn't matter who died in this duel between the two brothers!

Thoros also spoke to stop him, but it was too late, if the Mountain wanted to shoot the Hound with the lance.

Who knew that the Mountain weighed the lance, didn't throw it, but tossed it upwards, caught it, and with a soft shout, he pulled the iron lance a little longer with both hands.

All thirty gold cloaks were shocked, and Thoros and Ilyn Payne's expressions changed drastically!

The Mountain threw the lance to the Hound. The Hound reached out to catch it, his face uncertain.

"Next time, use a better lance, longer and heavier!" The Mountain said indifferently, "Remember, you only have one last chance to kill me."

He turned around and walked back, leaving his back to the Hound. The Hound was stunned on his horse, not daring to attack the Mountain, nor daring to throw the iron lance.

The Hound's confidence collapsed!

The Mountain took his lance empty-handed and lengthened the shaft of the iron lance, ruthlessly crushing the last bit of courage in the Hound.

Bernie and the other thirty brothers shouted in unison. Although there were only thirty of them, their power seemed like three thousand.

The battle here also attracted the attention of the Clegane cavalry on the west bank of the Red Fork and Earl Leo. The Clegane cavalry shouted across the river to cheer for their lord.

The Hound's face was uncertain. Suddenly, he shouted loudly, threw down the lance, turned his horse around, and followed the River Road along the Red Fork, the sound of hooves fading away!

Poor Hound!

*

Two days later. Harroway's Town.

King Robert glared at the failed trio kneeling in front of him.

Thoros, the Hound, and Ilyn Payne knelt on one knee, like three sculptures with frustrated emotions.

Their spirit, energy, and essence looked very bad, without the high spirits they had when they set out, and their faces were dull.

They seemed to have suffered a serious setback.

But they were not injured.

At least King Robert's eyes were not blind.

The Hound even looked a little unbearable, with a sallow face, and he still carried the smell of alcohol. He had been brought back by Thoros and Ilyn Payne after he collapsed in a drunken stupor at the Inn of the Kneeling Man.

"The Mountain ran away?" the King asked.

Duke Renly looked at the failed trio with a smile, his beautiful smile radiant.

"No, we intercepted the Mountain on the south bank of the Red Fork. We were severely beaten by him. The three of us joined forces and were vulnerable, all thrown into the Red Fork by him. Damn, the Mountain has changed. He doesn't rage, he doesn't attack rashly, he has almost no flaws, and he doesn't lose his composure. He always has conspiracies and tricks waiting for you. The three of us went together, and he calmly chose Ilyn Payne on the right as a breakthrough. His steps were too big, and my spear could have stabbed his heart, damn it, he has changed, he has become a winged devil," said the Hound.

This was supposed to be Thoros's answer, but the Hound answered, with the smell of alcohol and a sob.

King Robert frowned. He could see that the Hound had lost his courage, which surprised him. Did the Mountain make the Hound cry? What was this all about?

All four members of the Kingsguard were surprised!

Jaime looked curiously at the frustrated and drunk Hound. The Hound was so desperate that he was sad, why?

The Hound collapsed!

"Barristan, help the Hound to rest!" the King said.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Barristan stepped forward and helped the Hound up, but the Hound's mouth full of alcohol made Barristan change his approach.

"Thoros, what exactly happened?"

"Your Majesty, the cause of this conflict was Ser Edmure. At the Inn of the Kneeling Man, he used six hundred archers and four hundred cavalry, using wildfire to surround the Mountain, forcing the Mountain to disarm and robbing all the Mountain's party of their money and possessions, forcing the Mountain and others to leave the Inn of the Kneeling Man on bare horses overnight."

His Majesty the King said, "Edmure did a good job, he is the first person who dared to humiliate the Mountain severely, I like it! What happened later?"

"Later, Duke Hoster and Duke Edmure spent thirteen thousand gold dragons to redeem Duke Hoster, Duke Edmure, Riverrun, and dozens of nobles in the city."

"Thirteen thousand gold dragons?" King Robert was unwilling to believe it, and at the same time, he was very envious in his heart. The King was a heavily indebted fellow, and the entire royal family was already heavily in debt, not only owing his father-in-law Tywin millions of gold dragons, but also owing the Great Sept of Baelor millions of gold dragons, and also owing the Iron Bank across the Narrow Sea a sum of money, although not much, but the interest was very high.

King Robert was already very sensitive to money.

Duke Renly and dozens of courtiers were shocked.

This kind of large-scale ransom for noble conflicts was the first in the Seven Kingdoms.

In the past, everyone was redeeming people, with a noble ranging from three hundred to eight hundred gold dragons.

This time, the Mountain pioneered the 'ransom of the city'.

"In addition, the Mountain drove away a thousand warhorses from Riverrun, which was Edmure's voluntary compensation to the Mountain for the humiliation."

King Robert and the courtiers were dumbfounded, only Queen Cersei and Prince Joffrey listened with relish.

*

West, on the ferry of the Tumblestone River, Edmure had two stunning prostitutes hired by the Mountain for him in Golden Tooth sitting on his legs, and there was also a wandering singer next to him. The ferry was small, and the guards were crossing the river on other boats. He and the Mountain were crossing together.

"Mountain, thank you!" Edmure said suddenly.

The Mountain glanced at the charming prostitutes and then looked at Edmure.

Edmure blushed.

"Mountain, my gratitude has nothing to do with women. I want to thank you for not giving my letter of apology and the statement of gifting warhorses to Thoros, nor sending ravens to His Majesty the King. You changed your mind, and I am very grateful."

Oh, so that's what happened. This was within the Mountain's expectations and not surprising.

Edmure is a good boy, and his character is actually not bad!

He values his reputation very much. The nobles in this world have this weakness.

The Mountain said lightly, "Ser Edmure, we have changed from conflicting parties to collaborators. Since you choose to believe me and dare to come to the West, as a reward, I should naturally spare no effort to maintain the knight's honor and reputation. The Mountain is very evil, but only to enemies, not to friends."

"So, are we already friends?" Edmure laughed.

"I don't know, you are an Earl, and I am an ordinary knight. I don't know if I can be worthy of you as an Earl friend," the Mountain said with disgusting hypocrisy.

But it sounded very comfortable and pleasing to Edmure's ears.

Edmure not only prides himself on his bravery, but also believes that his courage is unmatched. His courage to follow the Mountain to the West is also a proof.

He is young, enthusiastic, passionate, and has good swordsmanship. He has a fondness for drinking and whoring, but his essence is very good.

The Mountain understands Edmure! He used the 'letter of apology and statement that were to be given to His Majesty the King' to move his heart, and then used wine and women to win his favor. Along the way, the Mountain subtly and deliberately accepted Edmure, and so far, the effect has been very good.

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