The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 389 I am the King (3 more)

Janei Westerling softly comforted the fractured Loras Tyrell, making Loras Tyrell even more ashamed... She was the Mountain's wife? So dignified and beautiful, pure and elegant, while the Mountain... was just a scumbag...

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Garlan gave a light shout, Heartsbane stabbed fiercely at the Mountain's chest—the Mountain was too tall, stabbing his neck and face was not easy, and smooth strikes were the essence of swordsmanship.

The Mountain remained unmoved, his wrist flipped, and the giant sword Ice slammed towards Heartsbane.

However, Garlan's stab was a feint. He knew that his strength was far inferior to the Mountain's, so he could not fight head-on, but could only outsmart him. Heartsbane's tip suddenly sank, stabbing directly at the Mountain's lower abdomen.

The lower abdomen had no heavy armor, and Heartsbane was a Valyrian steel sword, with extraordinary sharpness.

"Careful!" Brienne shouted.

The Mountain's legs did not move, his body moved to the side, Ice slashed downwards, striking Heartsbane directly.

Before the two swords could clash, Heartsbane had already been withdrawn. Garlan swayed to the left, spun and slashed, Heartsbane, with the force of his body's rotation, slashed fiercely at the Mountain's left ribs.

The Mountain could no longer block in time. The armor and chainmail on his body could not withstand Heartsbane. He took a step to the right. Heartsbane's tip grazed his waist.

"Good!" The Reach generals cheered.

The Crownlands and Westerlands generals were silent.

The Mountain counterattacked, wielding Ice with one hand, slashing at Garlan's waist. Garlan did not dare to block, using the momentum to roll on the spot, kneeling on one knee, Heartsbane stabbed fiercely at the Mountain's left leg.

With this sword, the Mountain's left leg would inevitably be pierced.

The Mountain's left leg retreated, Ice met it, the two swords clashed, with a clang, the clear sound was melodious, echoing in the hall. The two Valyrian steel swords collided, but there were no sparks.

Heartsbane blocked Ice!

This gave Garlan increased confidence!

The Mountain slashed again, forcing Garlan back, wanting Janei to step forward, creating distance from Garlan.

"Why are you here?" The Mountain looked at Janei.

Long time no see, why does he feel that his wife is even more beautiful!

Janei gave the Mountain a smile, not answering his words.

She had a lot to say to him, but not now.

Whoosh!

Garlan closed in, Heartsbane moved upwards, slashing between the Mountain's two long legs.

The Mountain did not defend or counterattack, taking another big step towards the gate, dodging. Clearly within Heartsbane's attack range, but suddenly, the distance was widened.

Garlan mustered all his strength, up and down, wielding Heartsbane like flying snowflakes, chasing after the Mountain.

The Mountain took several steps, as if in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Loras Tyrell, who was lying on the ground, and stabbed down with his greatsword: "Janei, this is a trial by combat."

"No!" Janei, Mace, Garlan, and many ladies exclaimed together.

Renly and the Knight of Flowers were both handsome men in the hearts of the King's Landing ladies, their hearts were set on them.

The tip of Ice stopped at Loras Tyrell's throat.

Garlan's Heartsbane was raised high, a sword and a half away from the Mountain, standing still.

"Okay!" The Mountain winked his right eye at Janei, lifted his foot and kicked, Loras Tyrell flew up, crashing into the hall's wooden pillar on the left. With a loud bang, his helmet slammed into the wood, and the smooth painted wood showed a dent that people would later talk about. With a thud, his body fell down, motionless.

"It's over, right," Janei said, "I have something to say to you."

"Okay!" The Mountain didn't turn his head, Ice swept backwards, immediately forcing Garlan to raise Heartsbane to block—the Mountain's sword, plus his hand, was clearly far away, but suddenly it was in front of Garlan.

Clang!

A cracking sound.

Garlan staggered, retreating again and again, but did not fall.

Heartsbane once again withstood Ice!

Janei was full of surprise, this general could block the Mountain's full force strike?! She looked at the Mountain, her eyes full of meaning, making the Mountain's face slightly flushed.

To let his wife think that her man is not good anymore... or suspect how his body has not been working lately... his strength has greatly reduced... this is definitely an unspeakable great shame.

"I didn't use force," The Mountain said, feeling that his words were... pale.

"If he can withstand three of your full-force strikes, he is a rare fierce general, you must not kill him," Janei said.

The Mountain's generals shamelessly pushed away the other military officers and courtiers, all crowding nearby. Hearing this, they all laughed.

"Uh, okay!"

A wife's order must be obeyed, any man who doesn't is a fool, be careful to sleep on the floor at night. The Mountain did not like sleeping on the floor, he made a better choice. Moreover, taking advantage of his wife's words, it was time to show off his real... swordsmanship.

As the supreme leader of the Clegane army, he not only supervised the soldiers and generals in their martial training, the Mountain was also the same, diligently practicing every day. His time and energy were not spent in the brothels of King's Landing, but on horseback and with his sword.

The Mountain turned, looking at Garlan, who had just stood firm and was adjusting his breath: "Garlan, if you can take three of my strikes, I will not kill you."

He strode forward, his eyes flashing fiercely, Ice raised high, held in both hands—in the Mountain's battles, he always used his sword with one hand. The giant sword Ice in his hands was as easy as a small knife for cutting cheese and barbecue. He had never used both hands to hold the sword.

No matter how heavy a two-handed greatsword was, in the Mountain's hands, it was single-handed, whether in a duel or in battle.

But this time it was two hands!

Clearly the distance was far, Garlan had plenty of time to calmly dodge, block, or make any reaction, but, in just the blink of an eye, the Mountain arrived in front of him, as if he knew dark magic. Ice, carrying a strong wind, turned into a bolt of lightning, striking down on his head.

A cry of surprise rang out in the hall.

Joffrey's blood was pumping, shouting: "Good!'

Tywin, the Queen of Thorns, Mace, Queen Mother Cersei, Little Devil Tyrion, everyone, without exception, was fully focused, either nervous or expectant or fearful or excited, waiting to see the valiant Garlan being split into two pieces.

Garlan had nowhere to avoid!

Distance, speed, evasion, there was no space left.

Fighting a giant, distance and strength were already disadvantages, if he lost the advantage in speed...

Garlan roared, Heartsbane slashed upwards fiercely.

Hard resistance, gathering the strength of his whole body!

Clang!

A loud noise, sparks flew everywhere—this was the first time that two Valyrian steel swords had sputtered brilliant and bright sparks, not knowing which sword would chip.

The generals and courtiers once again exclaimed.

Both swords seemed to be their own most beloved swords, more precious than life!

Throughout the hall, the buzzing sound of the two swords colliding crashed back and forth, echoing endlessly.

Crack!

Garlan Tyrell's arms were fractured, his shoulders dislocated, his chest seemed to have been hit by an invisible giant hammer. He fell backwards violently, slamming into the ground with a bang, almost fainting. Heartsbane flew out of his hand, the crowd was in an uproar, Heartsbane was like a training of white silk, straight for the Iron Throne.

Four Kingsguard were shocked, the Hound didn't even have time to draw his sword, turned his head, his eyes followed the sword light...

Clang!

With a crisp sound, Hand of the King Ilyn Payne struck, knocking Heartsbane away. His swordsmanship was exquisite, not daring to resist Heartsbane head-on, wielding his two-handed greatsword with skill, changing the direction of Heartsbane, letting it shoot towards the stone wall.

Puff!

Heartsbane plunged into the stone wall, the hilt trembling, buzzing loudly.

Ilyn Payne retreated two steps before barely standing firm.

Joffrey had already shrunk beside the Iron Throne in fear, the mask of the king was shattered, from a high and mighty dignified king he had suddenly transformed into a timid and fearful ordinary child. Cersei did not move, but her eyes were staring blankly.

The Mountain stepped forward, his foot on Garlan Tyrell's chest, Ice slowly raised...

"Enough!" A burst of shouting rang out.

Ice shot out with a whoosh... the tip of the sword suddenly froze... the Mountain slowly raised his head, looking towards the source of the sound.

Duke Tywin stood up: "Mountain, you have proven Brienne's innocence and loyalty, enough. There is enough blood flowing in King's Landing... don't..." He stared into the Mountain's eyes, slowly shaking his head, "I, in the name of the Hand of the King of the Seven Kingdoms, solemnly announce here, Brienne of Tarth, is innocent!"

The Queen of Thorns' slightly trembling hand clenched the handguard. She pondered: This may be a well-arranged game. The cause and result of this duel, God knows if anyone is deliberately manipulating it? The Tyrell family will move into the palace, holding important positions, her granddaughter Margaery Tyrell is beautiful as a flower, and will become queen according to the terms of the deal with Tywin...

The Mountain wanted to kill Garlan, knocked him down, and stabbed down with the momentum, why wait for Duke Tywin's shout... that bastard...

Power has always been a game, is someone showing their absolute power in this duel? Does it contain a warning or some other meaning? The Queen of Thorns thought... a bit too much...

The Mountain's Ice giant sword was still pointing at Garlan's throat, his foot still on Garlan's chest.

This foot was like a mountain pressing down on Garlan.

He lifted his foot, staring at Garlan, his eyes cold, his expression fierce, slowly moving the tip of the sword away little by little.

Duke Mace rushed up, his voice becoming hoarse, as if he had suddenly lost his voice. He had been through too much torment in this short period of time, his body and mind were severely damaged: "Duke Gregor Clegane, Garlan blocked three of your swords, you cannot kill him."

The Queen of Thorns closed her eyes, the most failed thing in her life was giving birth to such a stupid and conceited son. The name 'inflatable fish' was not given in vain! Thinking back seventeen years ago, it was also this son who led a large army to besiege Storm's End for a year, the garrison was small, lacking clothes and food, but they just couldn't take it down...

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The Mountain raised the tip of his sword, glanced at Duke Mace, and the Duke shivered, as if his body had suddenly shrunk. The Mountain also looked at Garlan on the ground, this guy's strength was the only one he had ever seen. Valiant Garlan, truly worthy of the word 'valiant'.

Garlan's arms were fractured, his shoulders dislocated, even though the Mountain had removed his giant foot, he still felt the oppressive feeling of a boulder pressing down on him. The corners of his mouth slowly oozed blood, but his eyes were still unyielding.

"Duke, the lives of your two sons..." The Mountain looked at Loras Tyrell, who was lying on the other side, a fierce aura flashed.

"Lord Mountain, the Tyrell family owes you a... great favor... I will remember it in my heart..."

"Kill him, Mountain!" King Joffrey's voice rang out, "According to the rules of trial by combat, you have the right to demand the beheading of Garlan and Ser Loras."

Joffrey's divine intervention came very timely.

The veins on Duke Tywin's neck burst out. He stared directly at Joffrey, Joffrey felt it, but didn't care at all.

What is this old geezer of a grandfather? Why does he always oppress him with an arrogant gaze, he is the king!

Duke Tywin looked at Cersei!

Cersei stood up, with a sweet smile, took Joffrey's hand, and said in a low voice: "Joffrey, I'm tired, can you accompany me to Maegor's Holdfast?"

"Mother, go by yourself!" Joffrey suppressed his dissatisfaction, straightening his back, "Garlan, if you are still a knight, kneel down, you have been defeated, you must be beheaded."

The defeated person must kneel and be beheaded from behind by the victor!

At this moment, the Queen of Thorns' face finally changed, and she said in a low voice: "Lord Hand, the game is not played like this." This was the second time the Queen of Thorns had said this sentence, but unlike the last time, this time it was an absolute threat.

The hall suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Little Devil smiled: "Your Majesty, according to the ancient way of combat, Garlan and Loras should indeed be beheaded while kneeling."

"Mountain, you heard that, kill Garlan and Ser Loras, I want to see blood."

Little Devil sneered, but there was no smile on his face, his wound would have a tearing pain: "My dear King, my nephew, the ancient way of trial by combat, I have only heard of one-on-one, seven-on-seven, never one-on-two. Your Majesty violated the ancient rules from the beginning, turning the trial by combat into a street fight. Now that the brawl is over, why do you demand that the three of them be beheaded according to the rules of the ancient way? Hehe, I always thought that only I was a bastard, I didn't expect my nephew to be one too."

Joffrey choked with anger, he wanted to shout: "Meryn Trant, behead the dwarf!" But he was dumbfounded, his breath blocked his chest, unable to speak.

The Mountain gestured, Mace waved, Tyrell family guards came over and carried Garlan and Loras out. They were not in danger of their lives, and fractures were not a serious injury, but they could no longer use swords and needed a period of rest, which would help them regain their composure.

"The Tyrell family owes me a favor," the Mountain whispered.

"Mace will always remember it in his heart."

Mace retreated, the Mountain handed Ice to Dunsen, and bowed to the King: "Your Majesty, my wife Janei Westerling has come to King's Landing, please allow her to present gifts to Your Majesty."

Joffrey sat on the Iron Throne, his eyes staring at the Mountain. He didn't understand why these vassals, who were just dogs, dared to defy him.

Why didn't the Mountain behead Garlan and Loras? Why did Little Devil dare to call him a bastard?

Janei came up, curtsied, and stood up: "Your Majesty, these are Westerling's milk noodles, egg noodles, ham noodles, spiced noodles..." For each item she said, the guards took out a box of noodles and handed them to the palace maids, "These are two pairs of ivory chopsticks carefully crafted by the best goldsmiths, the front end inlaid with ice jadeite, the back end inlaid with Pentos rubies, the middle is a gold circle pattern, the carved patterns are His Majesty the King's crowned stag and golden lion. Just one stag requires a goldsmith to carve and polish for ten days, there are a total of twelve stags and twelve lions on one chopstick."

"Bring them up for me to see!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A palace maid stepped forward to receive two pairs of exquisitely packaged chopsticks, presenting them to the king.

The king opened the gift box, pulled out the two stunning pairs of chopsticks, glanced at them, and casually tossed them away. The chopsticks fell on the steps, breaking into several pieces with a crisp sound.

The entire hall fell silent.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the boy king yawned and said indifferently, "I'm tired today. Where's Sansa? Dismissed!"

The throne room remained... in a strange... silence...

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