Sword and Magic and Taxi

Thousands of people came to witness the trial by combat, covering city walls, towers, rooftops, and treetops, not to mention the squares used to host the jousts. The City Guard and Kingsguard of King's Landing pressed and drove them away, finally leaving enough space. They all came to see how I died. Tyrion concluded, If everyone who comes in receives a gold coin, I can immediately become a rich man.

Here it is. Duojian, reserve grains and flowers. Since I'm not an audience, I won't give you the money. Zhao Mai gave three gold coins to Tyrion in a fun way, and then walked straight to one end of the duel field, which belonged to him. Inside the rest and preparation area. Dorjian had already been waiting for him there - in a casual way. She found a lounge chair and basked in the sun comfortably, with a glass of iced juice at her hand.

Even the dog bowl in front of the food reserve was filled with ice water, and the big tongue stirring inside made everyone's mouths go dry. Queen Cersei slapped away the plate brought by the maid. Although the red wine in it was of excellent quality, it was completely inferior without ice.

That's the Queen Mother? She looks like a child. Zhao Mai reached for the juice, but found nothing. Duojian took the juice before him and handed it to Xiaohua (Gardener Long).

Finish early and leave early. The food here is good, but the smell is really bad. Dojian was referring to the terrible atmosphere created by the surrounding powder, perfume, incense, as well as the garbage and feces in the city. By the way, the queen once sent a special envoy, hoping to talk to you late at night. I refused.

Ah! What a pity. Since you have already rejected me, you have to compensate me for talking late at night.

Okay. Let's wait until these two days are over. Duojian glanced across the field, then shook his head: Poor big guy.

She was talking about Zhao Mai's opponent this time, Sir Gregor, nicknamed The Magic Mountain. With a height of more than two meters and a full body armor, he was like a moving mountain fortress. As a vassal of House Lannister, the Mountain is a terrifying mace capable of crushing the heads of any enemy. It was originally planned that after he completed the joust here, he would set off for Harrenhal, where he would stop Stannis.

None of these plans will succeed. Tyrion stood quietly in the sun, feeling very quiet for some reason, as if all the noise around him could not affect him. He raised his head and looked at his father who was still majestic, at his sister who was gritting her teeth, and at his brother whose eyes were full of worry. Of course, he also saw the Demon Mountain whose eyes were full of irritability and fury. You know too little about what kind of opponent you are facing, he concluded.

Lord Tywin's eyes flicked over his dwarf son, the disregard more unbearable than disgust. Fortunately, Tyrion knew he didn't have to endure it much longer. Lord Tywin raised his arms and a dozen trumpeters immediately blew, silencing the crowd. The Archbishop stepped forward wearing a tall crystal crown, praying to Heavenly Father to make a decision for their innocence, and praying to the warrior to give strength to the righteous party.

But justice is either inherent or obtained through hard work, and has never been given. Zhao Mai said to himself, and then looked at the sky. He did not feel that any gods were paying attention here at all.

Magic Mountain is equipped with a black iron shield and holds a giant sword in the other hand. He never wiped them, so there were always red stains on them. With heavy steps, Sir Clegane Gregor stood in the center of the square, facing the Archbishop, and then looked at Zhao Mai with contempt.

It's my turn. Zhao Mai took the opportunity to leave a kiss on Duojian's lips, then jumped up and ran up. He raised his eyebrows with a smile, as if he had succeeded in his evil scheme, as if bullying Dogian was more important than a duel. Behind him, the Eight-Eyed Sword, who wanted to make his debut, hurriedly followed, twisting hard in the air and throwing off the scabbard.

Magic sword?! The audience present exclaimed, and this time the guard's trumpet was of no use. Zhao Mai stopped, quickly grabbed the hilt of the sword, and walked over dragging the sword on the ground. The heavy sword body and sharp blade directly cut and crushed the stone slabs on the ground piece by piece, leaving neat and deep marks.

The bishop was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickering at Lord Tywin, who glared hard at him. He quickly concentrated and explained all the ins and outs of the duel, and then began a lengthy prayer. Zhao Mai felt sleepy after hearing this, but this was one of the procedures of the duel and could not be omitted.

There is no god above the head. Even if there is, at least this bishop cannot be summoned. When it is finally announced that the duel has begun, the two men must first distance themselves, retreat to both sides of the field, and then wait for the horn to sound before starting to fight - a tedious step.

When Magic Mountain charges, he feels unstoppable, but when he swings his giant sword, he always looks like a beheading executioner: strength and speed are good, but it can only be said to be technical, not martial arts. Zhao Mai raised one hand and spread his fingers, catching the slashing sword and pinning it in the air. Cracks spread from the sword, and the cup in Queen Cersei's hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Tyrion saw the disappointment and anger on his sister's face, and couldn't help but feel relieved. He also saw his brother James cast a relieved look at him, and that relaxed expression was not fake - it seemed that someone still cared about him. At the same time, Tyrion has been paying attention to his father, but Duke Tywin is still full of joy and anger, but for a moment he feels admiration for Zhao Mai.

Ser Gregor jerked his greatsword back, only to get half of it back. He looked at the cross section of the broken sword in confusion.

I didn't do anything to your weapon because it wasn't necessary.

Zhao Mai raised his eight-eyed sword and slashed across it. Whether it was shield, armor, body or soul, everything was neatly divided into two parts. Gravity took over and the parts fell one by one.

The sound of gasping began to spread from the square, and then there was silence. Because they couldn't believe what they were seeing, many people were still rubbing their eyes, and even more people prepared various cheers and cheers, but they all got stuck in their throats. Dojian yawned, finally got up from the recliner, stood up straight, stretched, and straightened his clothes. Finally it's almost time to leave. Reserve Liang buried his mouth in the ice drink, and Xili Hulu hurriedly cleared the place.

Tyrion looked at all this and finally saw his father frowning and his lips trembling twice, but there was no loss of attitude. that's all? The little devil felt that he could say goodbye to this world.

The vibranium sword was spotless, but the square was stained red by the blood of the magic mountain. His strong upper body was still struggling and shaking, but Zhao Mai had no bad taste in torturing others, so he added a sword and killed him quickly.

This is the process of trial by combat, the most brutal law in Westeros.