The Mountain of Ice and Fire

When Amory Lorch woke up, he felt a chill all over his body and his mouth was full of the taste of blood.

He found himself hanging from a tree, his clothes stripped off.

His soldiers were lined up in a square formation, looking up at him with fear on their faces.

Polliver Clegane stood beneath the tree, holding a horsewhip in his hand.

The horsewhip was wrapped with brambles, and the brambles were covered with thorns.

These brambles were called 'I-mosquito'. The I-mosquito is a kind of nasty mosquito in the forest. It is poisonous, and its bite causes unbearable itching. Scratching it will cause blisters, a patch of redness and swelling, and yellow water will flow out after the skin is broken. If you don't apply anti-itch lotion in time, the skin will ulcerate. War horses and water buffaloes can hardly bear it. The horse soldiers take care of the horses and have to brush the legs of the horses with a kind of foul-smelling plant water to prevent the war horses from being bitten by this I-mosquito.

The thorns of this bramble are more poisonous than the I-mosquito. Even being pricked by a single thorn is unbearably itchy. No one has ever enjoyed the super treatment of having this horsewhip wrapped with I-mosquito brambles whipped on their body.

When Polliver raised his horsewhip, an innocent smile rippled across his face as he lashed it again and again. Amory Lorch was terrified, shouting for him to stop and rebuking Polliver for subjecting a true knight to such humiliation.

No one can resist the unbearable itching of this I-mosquito vine. Once this itching enters the blood, the body will also be poisoned, the skin will ulcerate, and yellow water will flow out. After a few days, the stench will cling to you. Without lotion treatment, the most merciful method is suicide.

"I want to see the Mountain!" Amory sternly rebuked Polliver, threatening to report the Mountain's evil deeds to Lord Tywin.

The innocent look on Polliver's face flashed away. With a snap, he tested the accuracy of the horsewhip, slashing it through the air, then aimed at Amory's legs. Amid Amory's screams, the whip landed squarely on Amory's legs.

Countless I-mosquito thorns pierced Amory's legs without resistance.

Amory's heart and courage were shattered. When Polliver shook off the horsewhip that was biting into his legs, Amory finally found the right direction: "Polliver, what exactly does the Mountain want? You fucking let the Mountain come and tell me."

Polliver grinned, cracking the horsewhip in the air. Another whip lashed fiercely across Amory's back.

Amory's intelligence and wisdom were stimulated by the itching and fear. He knew that in the Mountain's eyes, his rank was only enough to talk to Polliver. If he continued to be blind, he would be whipped to death by Polliver's horsewhip, or he would be itched to death by the I-mosquito vine. His soldiers were lined up in a square formation in front of him, including his family soldiers. Under his loud orders, none of these soldiers came forward to help. They stood in a square formation, obedient and afraid to move.

Amory didn't know what the Mountain had said to his soldiers when he fainted. In short, the soldiers' look of fear turned into excitement after he was whipped twice, as if they had secretly participated in the Mountain's actions and were happy to see their conspiracy succeed. Amory felt that the soldiers were very happy to see him being dealt with by the Mountain.

Amory usually punished his soldiers severely and often embezzled their military pay. He liked to gamble, and he never cared about the soldiers' pay. In peacetime, Amory felt that the soldiers were living too well and still had to take ten silver stags a month in military pay, which was unfair.

Amory's cruelty seemed to be innate, not only to enemies, but also to his own family and soldiers.

Polliver raised his horsewhip again, and Amory had already begun to scream. The itching had spread throughout his body through the flow of blood. His hands were tied, unable to scratch, but the itching became more and more intense, from the skin to the muscles, from the muscles to the meridians, from the meridians to the bones, nowhere was not itchy. In just a short while, it was as if his whole body was covered with ants, and as if countless I-mosquitoes had flown into his body, biting every inch of his internal organs.

Amory's screams frightened the birds and beasts in the forest, and they fled.

The war horses in the forest were also frightened, tilting their heads, widening their eyes, and their hooves tapping restlessly on the ground.

The cracking sound of Polliver's horsewhip kept ringing in his ears. He felt that the trees and soldiers in front of him were shaking. The soldiers seemed to be very curious about how a person's voice could roar so miserably, making people want to cover their ears, but no one covered their ears.

When Polliver's horsewhip struck Amory again, Amory's strong will and fierce nature collapsed. He finally mixed a very correct sentence in the screams of "Ah, ah, ah": Mountain, I will listen to you, spare me!

After Amory's will and soul collapsed at the same time, Polliver was still not satisfied, but Amory immediately vowed fiercely that no matter what happened, he would never betray any will and order of the Mountain. So, Ser Amory Lorch, the most cruel man in the West, was unwillingly let down by Polliver. He was picked up by two soldiers and thrown into a large wooden basin before he lost his mind. The wooden basin was full of hot water, very stinky, as black and thick as soup, and added with snow salt.

The most pleasant moment in Ser Amory's life was being thrown into the large wooden basin. The intense pain caused by the potion biting into the wounds in his body was like countless knives piercing his body.

Perhaps Amory knew through this incident why the Mountain's reputation was known throughout the Seven Kingdoms, while his cruelty and bloodiness were not inferior to the Mountain, but he was always unknown.

What he lacked was not cruelty and bloodiness, he lacked strength!

*

Night. The border between the Riverlands and the Crownlands.

"I cannot launch an attack on the villages and towns of the Riverlands," the Mountain said to Ser Amory, whose face was still very bad. In Amory's confused gaze, the Mountain continued, "My brother-in-law is Edmure Tully, and my sister Elenya Westerling is still in Riverrun. If I attack the villages and towns of the Riverlands, if Edmure gets angry, he might kill Elenya."

Amory didn't understand why the Mountain would say such shallow words. It would be fine if Elenya died. She didn't have the Clegane name. Besides, if Edmure was really afraid of the Mountain, he would only treat Elenya better, not kill her. Killing Elenya would only further provoke the Mountain's rage and would further slaughter Edmure's people.

"Does the general want me to attack the villages and towns alone?" A desire that he couldn't ask for arose in Amory's heart. He longed to kill people, shed blood, torture the elderly and children, and rape women.

"Yes, but don't slaughter the villages, and don't slaughter the cattle, pigs, dogs and other livestock in the villages, and don't slaughter the elderly, children and women. Killing them won't show the bravery of us Westerlanders. If you want to be famous in the Seven Kingdoms, you should kill warriors, do you understand what I mean?"

Amory stared at the Mountain: "I understand!"

"Do as you're told, don't indiscriminately kill the elderly and children, that will only show your weakness! Go and kill the nobles and soldiers in the town, strong men,"

"Yes, General!"

"Attack several villages in a row overnight, drive everyone out, and drive them towards King's Landing, and don't let them go to Riverrun."

"What if someone slips through the net?"

"I will deploy defenses on all the roads. This is a tactical cooperation. You are responsible for attacking and driving people, killing the nobles and soldiers, strong men, and driving the others to King's Landing. They will follow the Kingsroad to King's Landing to report to the Hand. I will lead my men to deploy defenses on all the passages in the Riverlands and catch everyone who tries to report to Riverrun."

"I understand, General!"

"Raise the golden lion banner of Duke Tywin of the West, as well as the manticore banner of the Lorch family, the more the better, so that everyone knows that the hero who attacked the Riverlands is Ser Amory Lorch of the West."

"Thank you, General!" Amory was overjoyed, his heart full of gratitude to the Mountain. He thought the Mountain wanted him to raise the Clegane banner.