The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Hadi slays Jogo

Gregory followed Hughes closely, his longsword stabbing towards Bronn's abdomen.

Osney Kettleblack, however, held his sword, waiting for Bronn to reveal a weakness in his reaction, then delivering a fatal blow.

Bronn lowered his longsword, deflecting Gregory's sword, then shifted his shoulder, using the protection of his chainmail to deflect Hughes's shoulder stab. He then stepped forward, his longsword leaping up, fiercely pointing towards Hughes's throat.

With Bronn's strength, even if Hughes was wearing a neck guard, he wouldn't be able to withstand Bronn's sword.

Hughes was shocked that Bronn dared to use his shoulder to deflect his sword thrust, deflecting Gregory's sword to counterattack him, instead of counterattacking Gregory...

Hughes stepped back, avoiding Bronn's strike. However, Bronn's strike was a feint, his longsword swaying, suddenly stabbing towards Gregory's face.

This was a real stab!

The sword wind carried a chill, like a meteor's light, shooting towards Gregory... Gregory was shocked, his longsword, halfway through its attack, was forced to defend, circling around with a loud clang, the swords clashed, sparks flying.

Bronn's body swayed! But Gregory didn't budge!

A good opportunity!

Osney's longsword, which had been watching vigilantly from the side, immediately howled out, slashing diagonally towards the left side of Bronn's body. Bronn's lower leg was injured, hindering his movement, and he was stabbed in the ribs, blood flowing non-stop, clearly the blood flowing out was taking away Bronn's strength.

Osney's longsword slashed fiercely, Bronn dared not block, and was forced to retreat and dodge, his body crashing against the wall, with no way to retreat!

When choosing the corner of the room, Bronn wanted to prevent being surrounded from behind. With three swords against him, it would be very disadvantageous if he was surrounded from the front and back. Choosing the corner allowed the opponent to only attack him from the front, so he didn't have to worry about the back and sides. But this also had a disadvantage, which was that it was basically impossible to break through. If the dodging range was too large, he would hit the wall.

Bronn was blocked by the wall, leaving no room to dodge, and Osney's longsword slashed towards him. Forced to, Bronn dropped his short knife, gripped his sword with both hands, and blocked horizontally with his longsword. With a loud clang, the two swords clashed, sparks flying, and a great force almost made Osney's longsword fly out of his hand.

The force rebounding from Bronn's longsword was so strong that Osney's arms went numb!

Osney was shocked, and Bronn had already closed in, a dagger in his left hand drawing a blur, and with a whoosh, it plunged into Osney's mouth.

Osney's whole body stiffened suddenly, his eyes widened, his face full of horror, his eyes full of disbelief.

Hughes and Gregory were also stunned!

Osney's strength was stronger than Gregory's, yet he couldn't block Bronn's blocking force. His longsword tilted to the side, causing his body to stagger and almost fall.

But when Bronn's sword clashed with Gregory's sword just now, Bronn's strength was weak, his steps were unsteady, his figure swayed, and he couldn't stabilize his body at all...

In fact, that was a trap, a feigned weakness! In fact, Bronn's absolute strength was not as strong as he showed, but he had deeply schemingly charged up his attack, using all his strength at one point, unexpectedly, Osney Kettleblack, who had been waiting for an opportunity, fell for the trick.

Bronn's cunning and lightning-fast methods killed Osney. Before Osney's body fell, his figure had already turned, and his longsword had already stabbed towards Gregory's neck.

Bronn's attack was ruthless and merciless, attacking the enemy's vital points.

Osney's example made Gregory dare not take Bronn's sword head-on. Gregory retreated rapidly. He now knew that his strength was far inferior to Bronn's. But he then made another mistake: underestimating Bronn's speed.

Bronn's sword light was as fast as a shooting star, his longsword pierced Gregory's neck, and Gregory's block was half a beat too slow...

In the blink of an eye, Osney and Gregory were killed by Bronn, which scared Hughes silly!

Bronn was so powerful?!

His strength and speed were far above the three of them.

Hughes turned and fled, almost tumbling down the stairs. When he stumbled out of the brothel's gate, Bronn was already standing outside the gate like a ghost. Hughes was startled. How did Bronn get down? Shouldn't he be on the second floor? Hughes looked at the second floor. The windows on the second floor were wide open. Did Bronn jump directly from the window?!

"Captain Bronn..." As soon as Hughes opened his mouth to beg for mercy, Bronn's sword had already stabbed over, the speed was too fast, shaking out afterimages of the sword.

Hughes instinctively blocked, and with a crisp sound, his longsword was knocked away by an irresistible force, causing his figure to change greatly. Then a cold light flashed, and a point of starlight shot towards his neck. Hughes was horrified, his legs weakened, and he almost knelt down. Bronn's longsword pierced over his head. Hughes counterattacked tremblingly, his longsword stabbing towards Bronn's abdomen. Bronn spun his feet, dodging the counterattack lightly and skillfully, and while his body drove the longsword to rotate, he slashed horizontally, hitting Hughes's waist and ribs. In Hughes's miserable scream, Bronn's longsword arrived again. This sword was cruel and merciless, chopping off Hughes's head...

*

"Thank you, Grand Maester," Bronn said, lying on the bed.

"Be careful next time. Fortunately, their knives weren't poisoned," Qyburn said with a smile, washing his hands in warm water. His apprentice packed up the needles and thread, and the blood-stained gauze.

"Yes, Grand Maester," Bronn's lower leg and waist wounds had been stitched up. He was awe-stricken in his heart. If Qyburn was the mastermind behind the attack against him, he would have used poison. Then his body would already be cold and stiff.

This thought made Bronn's scalp tingle!

Bronn always spoke respectfully to Grand Maester Qyburn. According to rumors, the Grand Maester's basement was hell on earth. Many mysteriously missing nobles and ladies had become his medical test subjects in his basement.

Bronn never spoke with any respect or seniority, almost mocking the Imp at will when he was the Imp's sidekick. But he was very respectful to Grand Maester Qyburn, and never used foul language. This was absolutely unique. Even when he was with Jaime, Bronn would say whatever foul language he wanted, as if it were a verbal tic.

"It's almost dawn, Captain Bronn. Do you want me to report your attack to Queen Cersei? I just happen to have something to do and need to go to Maegor's Holdfast early in the morning to see the Queen."

"No need, I'll rest for a while and go see the Queen."

"Alright."

"Kevan, send the Grand Maester back."

"Yes, Captain."

Kevan was Bronn's soldier, and also his attendant.

*

In the morning sun, Jaime arrived at Bronn's cottage.

Bronn's cottage was in a small alley in Iron Gate.

Bronn stayed here after being injured last night.

Grand Maester Qyburn also came here in the middle of the night to stitch up Bronn's wounds.

"How did it get like this?" Jaime asked, standing in front of Bronn's bed, his brow slightly furrowed. Bronn's leg and waist were injured by swords, and the white bandages were wrapped in a large area, indicating that his injuries were not light.

With Bronn's skill and rich fighting experience, Osney shouldn't have been able to hurt Bronn so much.

"Jaime, are you here to kill me?" Bronn asked back.

Jaime glanced at the soldiers of House Stokeworth outside the door. This was Bronn's own private squad, maintaining House Stokeworth's trade business in King's Landing. The soldiers outside the door were obviously wary and hostile towards Jaime.

"Why would I kill you?"

"The Queen wants to kill me."

"Because of what?"

"My son's name is Tyrion Tanner. The Queen wanted me to change the name. I didn't pay attention at the time, and I didn't change the name. Then the Queen secretly ordered Osney to kill me with a few of his comrades."

"When you were ordered to kill Osney?"

"Yes, the Queen deliberately sent me to my death."

Jaime gasped, was Cersei crazy?

Jaime persuaded Bronn to be the captain of the guards in Maegor's Holdfast, valuing his ability and Bronn's practical qualities. Bronn was practical and would never give up his own interests because of a vow. He was a true villain who was loyal to himself based on interests. Jaime liked to use practical villains like Bronn. He was trustworthy as long as he was paid. If he was given enough money, he would give back according to the reward, without having to worry about his hypocrisy.

From this, it could also be seen that Cersei's judgment of Bronn and Osney's abilities was very poor. She actually thought that letting Osney call on two or three accomplices could deal with Bronn.

"Who gave you the injuries?"

"Damn ambush!" Bronn shrugged his shoulders. "I killed them all."

"How many people?"

"Four!"

Jaime was silent. Cersei's actions were like a sharp thorn inserted into his heart, causing his heart to ache. Bronn was a good sword that he had finally won over from the Mountain. Giving this guy a little gold would get his sword. Jaime never expected to get Bronn's undying loyalty, as long as the sword was easy to use. Bronn would be the first to choose to escape in times of disaster, but Jaime wouldn't blame him. He understood people like Bronn.

"Jaime, Cersei hates Tyrion so much. Once she knows that Tyrion is not dead, I'm afraid you will also be in danger."

Bronn only cherished a little old affection for Tyrion, and insisted on naming his son Tyrion, and he was subjected to Cersei's extermination order. Jaime, however, cooperated with the Mountain to kill a fake Tyrion Lannister to hand over to Cersei. Among the Dornish royal family and the noble circles of Sunspear, the news that Tyrion Lannister was still alive had long been known to everyone. The courtiers and attendants who went to Dorne with Jaime all knew this news. The time Jaime could hide this news was very limited.

As long as those people returned to King's Landing, their mouths could not be sealed no matter what.

Jaime said, "Bronn, I'm afraid you can't stay in King's Landing anymore."

"Jaime, my home is here. My wife and son are in Stokeworth. I don't want to continue living the life of a wandering mercenary."

Jaime looked at Bronn. It was common for Bronn to say things that didn't match his heart. Between honor and gold, Bronn would choose gold; between life and gold, he would choose life.

Jaime took out a bag of gold from his pocket and threw it on Bronn's bedside: "Go, Bronn!"

"Where am I going?" Bronn weighed the bag with his hand. The bag made a rustling sound. In fact, there wasn't much gold in it. There was space in the bag, so there was a sound. A full money bag wouldn't ring.

Jaime took a deep look at Bronn. He didn't need anyone's advice on where this guy was going, and only he himself knew.

Jaime turned and went out.

"Jaime, what if Cersei wants to deal with you?"

Jaime didn't look back and went out the door.

"Jaime, if I see the Mountain, what do you want me to say?"

Was Bronn going to find the Mountain?

Yes, that was indeed his best place to go.

He was originally the Mountain's man, and he had also sworn allegiance to the Mountain.

"Tell the Mountain that I have told Cersei the truth about Tyrion Lannister. Cersei will not mind that he offered the fake head of Tyrion, because that was my idea."

Jaime took the responsibility on himself to exonerate the Mountain?! Yes, since he said so, he would definitely do so. Not only did Jaime understand Bronn, but Bronn also understood Jaime. Otherwise, Bronn wouldn't have agreed to Jaime's offer to be the captain of the guards in Maegor's Holdfast. Bronn wasn't a fool, on the contrary, he was very shrewd.

"Then what about me?" Bronn got up and chased out. "Jaime, do I still have a chance to be the captain of the guards in Maegor's Holdfast? Can you say a few good words for me in front of Cersei? I'm willing to let my son change his name."

In the courtyard, Jaime's figure paused, and then he strode away.

Bronn shrugged his shoulders. His weight was still too light to compare with the Mountain's weight. He said to the family soldiers, "Prepare the horses, I have to rush back to Stokeworth immediately to see my Tyrion Tanner."

"Yes, Knight!" The family soldiers were respectful to Bronn.

Bronn dared to call the Queen's name directly in front of Jaime, just this point alone made the cautious family soldiers admire him. Who dared to call the Queen's name directly in front of the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Jaime Lannister?! This was great disrespect.

When the sun spread gold all over the city, Bronn rode out of Iron Gate. The hooves clattered, galloping on Rosby Road. Bronn, who was still expressing that he didn't want to leave in front of Jaime, wouldn't be ambiguous at all when he really escaped. Soon, a team of Maegor's Holdfast soldiers and guardsmen, led by Commander Bronn of the City Watch, arrived at Bronn's cottage, and the cottage was already empty...

*

Bronn was fleeing on Rosby Road, the Mountain's party of more than five hundred riders were slowly walking on the River Road in the Westerlands, escorting the Duchess's carriage, while on the other side of the Narrow Sea, on the Dothraki Sea, Jogo, who had gone out to scout, was escaping, the arrows whistling by his side, and several soldiers fell down after being shot.

Behind him, more and more chasing riders were coming, closing in from three directions, the sound of horses' hooves thundering.

Jogo shouted, "Split up. I'll attract them, Gral, Quito, you must escape back and tell Khaleesi that Hadi Cao is coming to Dragonstone."

"Ko! You go back, we'll fight. You are the Queen's bloodrider." Gral had already turned his horse in the middle of speaking, circled a small circle, and charged towards the dense enemy behind him. He had a bow and arrow in his hand, and shot several arrows in a row on the galloping horse, and several riders fell off their horses after being shot.

Hadi Cao was once a Ko under Drogo Cao. After Drogo Cao's death, he led ten thousand riders to leave Daenerys and became a new Cao. Now Hadi Cao's cavalry has 20,000 riders, and tens of thousands of cavalry families are following behind this cavalry.

"Quito, you lead the brothers first." Jogo shouted sharply. His warhorse also circled a small circle, with a bow and arrow in his hand, but he rushed out diagonally, shooting arrows while galloping, every arrow hitting its mark.

Dothraki riders are all good at shooting arrows!

Swish swish swish!

The enemy cavalry pressed forward in a fan formation, a dark mass of a thousand riders. With a shout, a lieutenant unleashed a rain of arrows, and Gellan was the first to fall, struck by multiple arrows. *Thwack, thwack, thwack*, Jogo was also hit by several arrows, but he continued to gallop forward, returning fire and killing several more.

An arrow flew and struck Jogo's horse in the neck with a *thud*. The horse fell, and Jogo leaped from its back. Several riders arrived, surrounding him. Arakh blades were raised. Horses ran in circles, head to tail, trapping Jogo in the center. The sound of hooves thundered as Hadecco arrived with hundreds of riders, encircling Jogo within their ranks.

Jogo discarded his bow and arrows, taking the whip from his waist. "Hadecco, do you dare face me in a duel to the death?"

Hadecco laughed. "Jogo, I heard you became Daenerys's bloodrider. Tell me where Daenerys is, and I won't chop off your head."

Jogo's expression changed.

In Dothraki belief, if a person's head is cut off, they cannot ride their shadow horse across the sky after death; their soul will never find peace.

"Hadecco, Daenerys is already a Queen, she is the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea. You must submit to her, just as you once submitted to Drogo, Khal of Khals."

Hadecco laughed. "Jogo, I don't want to kill you, but Daenerys is the widow of Drogo, Khal of Khals. Drogo is dead, and she must return to Vaes Dothrak and become a dosh khaleen, spending the rest of her days in the dosh khaleen's hut. This is Dothraki tradition. How can you defy the ancient ways and proclaim Drogo's widow as Queen?"

"Hadecco, Daenerys is Daenerys Stormborn, Princess of Dragonstone, Queen of Meereen, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains; she is also Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men across the Narrow Sea; she is also Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea. She has three dragons: Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion. She will unite the Dothraki Sea, and all the Khals will submit."

Hadecco frowned. "Jogo, does Daenerys really have three dragons?"

"It's true. In the Red Waste, I saw her hatch three dragons from the flames with my own eyes."

"Oh, if what you say is true, then tell me, which direction is Daenerys?" Hadecco asked. "How far is she from here?"

"Hadecco, let me leave, and I will first inform the Queen. After receiving her permission, I will come back and take you to meet her."

Hadecco was the most ruthless lieutenant under Drogo, Khal of Khals. Jogo didn't dare let him approach Daenerys carelessly. Hadecco was capable of anything.

Hadecco chuckled. "Jogo, you're so boring. Since you're here, Daenerys can't be far. Even if you don't tell me, I can still find her." Hadecco rode his horse towards Jogo, and with a *clang*, his arakh blade was drawn. Jogo's whip lashed out, striking Hadecco in the face. Hadecco reached out and grabbed the whip. Jogo pulled hard, and Hadecco let go, his horse thundering past. With a swing of the arakh, Jogo's head flew... In the spray of blood, Jogo's body, riddled with arrows, remained standing...

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