The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Marked Rock City was tall and heavily fortified, like a giant ironclad turtle. Earl Leo of Gold Tooth City was the great iron hammer that the Mountain had found to smash open the turtle's iron shell.

Even if Earl Leo sensed something amiss along the way and refused to cooperate with the Mountain, he wouldn't have a choice.

That's right, the Mountain would definitely force Earl Leo to shout open the gates of Marked Rock City.

They rested at the source of the Tumble Stone River to arrive here at night. Under the cover of darkness, the Mountain could better conceal his massive size. Even if Earl Leo hadn't suggested entering Marked Rock City to rest and avoid meeting Earl Damon, the Mountain would have forced him to do so!

*

Earl Leo stared in disbelief as the Mountain swung his greatsword straight at Earl Damon.

By the time he reacted, the twenty-two riders of Clegane, like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, had already charged across the drawbridge and into Marked Rock City.

Only twenty-two riders, but under the Mountain's leadership, they exuded the momentum of two hundred and twenty, two thousand two hundred, twenty-two thousand men.

Their momentum was unstoppable!

The Mountain charged in like a galloping horse, scaring Earl Damon out of his wits, nearly causing him to fall from his horse.

The guards around the Earl were completely unprepared. Upon seeing the Mountain appear, their voices boomed like thunder, and each of them trembled with fear. Several warhorses were startled and bolted, throwing the formation into immediate disarray.

By the time the Mountain, like a ferocious beast, arrived before Earl Damon, Damon and his horse were still spinning in circles.

The chaotic effect on the formation was very effective!

Several guards, knowing they were no match for the Mountain, still risked their lives to try and block him.

One had just drawn his longsword, his warhorse just charging towards the Mountain, when with a whoosh, a small arrow struck him in the throat, and he fell over. With one swing of his sword, the Mountain cleaved the startled, charging warhorse in two.

The sound of arrows whizzing past was constant. Black arrows shot past with a '咻咻' sound, and three knights cried out in agony, one by one falling from their horses, dead on the ground.

His foster daughter, Julie Clegane's short crossbow was truly a perfect weapon for close-quarters night attacks.

Earl Damon was terrified!

He finally turned his horse around. In reality, it didn't take long, only a few breaths, but to him, it felt like a century had passed. After the initial chaos, the guards around him, each with the resolve to die, came to intercept the humanoid beast charging out from the primordial wilderness – the Mountain!

The Mountain swung his greatsword wildly. The length of the sword plus the length of his arm gave him an attack range of over three meters. The heavy two-handed sword was like a small knife in his hands, wielded at will. The sword light flashed like lightning, showing no mercy, unstoppable, instantly cutting down five men in a row.

Two startled horses charged towards the drawbridge, but the Mountain punched and kicked them off the bridge, smashing them into the moat, creating huge splashes.

The dozens of garrison soldiers on the city wall watched in stunned silence, their bodies stiff, as if someone had cast a dark magic spell on them, making them unable to move their feet.

This scene unfolded suddenly and unexpectedly. Most of the soldiers on the city wall had just woken up from their dreams and were caught off guard by the sudden change.

After all, there had been no war for sixteen years of peace. Who would seriously guard the city? Not a single soldier watching the gate of Marked Rock City had the mentality or psychological preparation for wartime.

The Mountain killed, one with each swing, two with one swing, wildly hacking and slashing. Earl Damon was so frightened that his hands trembled and his body went limp. He no longer cared about anyone or anything. He spurred his horse into a frantic gallop, but suddenly felt like he had been struck in the back of the heart by a heavy hammer. Everything went black, and he felt a great force lifting him into the air. The feeling of weightlessness filled him with extreme fear, and the ground grew farther and farther away, as the cold night wind filled his mouth, eyes, and nose.

The threat of death was so real, so close.

Could it be that the Mountain really dared to kill me?

How could this be?

If I had known that the Mountain really dared to kill people, I would never have insisted on taking those few pieces of land from Westerling.

But there was no regret medicine in the world.

Earl Damon was so frightened by his regret that he fainted. He fainted before he even fell from the air.

Medically speaking, under extreme fear, the body automatically activates a self-protection mechanism: fainting.

Fainting is a type of false death.

Boom!

Earl Damon fell to the ground, crashing heavily onto the street.

Fortunately, he had first feigned death in the air, so when he landed, he felt no pain, which saved him from suffering.

*

Earl Leo, standing before the moat's drawbridge, remained motionless in the night.

The scene he had just witnessed was deeply etched in his mind.

A group of Clegane men, like wolves and tigers, had rushed across the drawbridge, raising their swords, bows, and crossbows, and cutting down the Earl's dozen guards and the city's soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables. Some soldiers hadn't even drawn their swords before they were shot through the throat by bows and crossbows. More knights and soldiers were forced to fight without helmets and armor, and were hacked and slashed by Drennan, Polliver, and Chiswyck the Great, blood and severed limbs flying, screams echoing with the river.

It was a horrific scene of slaughter.

Earl Leo had heard the sound of knives cutting through bones many times. That teeth-grinding, stomach-churning sound was truly unique compared to other sounds.

These people were too ruthless. Every strike seemed to be aimed at an enemy with a blood feud.

Seeing that the Earl was about to escape on horseback, the Mountain grabbed Chiswyck the Great, who was nearby hacking at people, and threw him out with a roar. Chiswyck, like a compressed spring, flew through the air and knocked the Earl off his horse.

The Mountain was ruthless to the people of Marked Rock City, but he was also so ruthless to his own people, acting so violently!

Looking at these people, they were no different from bandits who were slaughtering a city.

Could it be that the Mountain really wanted to kill Earl Damon?

Earl Damon was Tywin Lannister's cousin. Half of Tywin Lannister's blood was from Earl Damon's family.

Earl Leo couldn't believe it. His eyes were bulging with pain, as if he had been frozen by dark magic and couldn't blink.

Wuwuwu!

A soldier on the city wall blew the horn of alarm.

Then, from the city center, the north, west, and east of the city, the horns of alarm sounded.

Throughout the city, countless dogs barked, and all kinds of noises suddenly erupted loudly.

Marked Rock City usually had more than a thousand garrison soldiers. Once the horn of alarm was sounded, they could quickly assemble three thousand soldiers.

Earl Leo listened to the countless chaotic sounds gathering in the city. He found that he couldn't think, couldn't move, and was cold all over.

*

Chiswyck the Great rolled over and got up from the ground. The Mountain had already rushed in front of him: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Chiswyck grinned, his face and body covered in splattered blood, making him look like a demon from hell.

The Mountain, like a god, swept past Chiswyck and stepped forward to pick up the fainted Earl Damon.

"Anyone injured? Speak up!" the Mountain said in a deep voice.

No one answered.

Maybe someone was injured, but no one answered.

Only the sound of hurried breathing mixed with the heavy smell of blood.

Twenty-two blood-soaked men, each with eyes as bright as wild beasts, their expressions twisted with extreme excitement!

"Good if no one is injured!" the Mountain said, then gathered his breath and roared, "Adam Marbrand! I am the Mountain, get your ass out here!"

The thunderous voice echoed in the sky above Marked Rock City, reverberating far along the streets in the night, Adam Marbrand, get out here, here, here…