The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Big Iron Head.

Big Iron Head's reputation in Lannisport surpassed Three-Dog's deterrence.

Three-Dog's notoriety was known throughout the Seven Kingdoms, but Big Iron Head's was number one among the Lannisport rogues and hooligans.

The appearance of Chiswyck made the group of petty hooligans weak in their limbs. The timid ones had already quietly slipped away along the street, while the bolder ones dropped the knives in their hands.

The short sword in the hooligan boss's hand felt like a red-hot branding iron.

He dropped the short sword and ran away as quickly as possible.

Not running, but walking.

He was afraid that turning his head to flee would displease Big Iron Head.

It would seem very cowardly.

Big Iron Head Chiswyck most despised those who came out to chop people without courage.

He conquered the entire Lannisport gang with courage and loyalty, making the heads of these gangs feel honored to be able to know him.

This small street was very remote, and there were no opportunities to make a fortune.

It was a place where poor people gathered.

The poorer the place, the more violence breeds.

The hooligans followed their boss and left.

They really wanted to stay and switch to a new boss, but Chiswyck's reputation was too great, a god in the hearts of the small hooligans. Even if they wanted to follow him, they were ashamed of their inferiority, with serious inferiority complexes, afraid of being despised by Chiswyck.

The brothers beside Chiswyck were all men of steel, several levels higher than these street urchins.

This kind of self-doubt and inferiority complex was like an illiterate mountain dweller wanting to curry favor with a member of the royal family, ashamed of themselves to the point of doubting their lives.

"Damn it, don't you want your brothers anymore?" Chiswyck cursed.

The rapidly fleeing hooligans were like soldiers who had heard an order, stopping in unison, turning their heads, not daring to look Chiswyck in the eye, and hurriedly helping up and carrying away their brothers who had fallen to the ground.

"Are you the boss?" Chiswyck frowned.

The hooligan boss was so frightened that his limbs were weak. Under the legendary fame of Big Iron Head, few petty hooligan leaders could stand tall in front of him.

This hooligan boss wasn't unrighteous, but he was just too afraid. If Chiswyck shouted 'Get out!', he would leave immediately, forgetting to take away the brothers who had fallen to the ground.

This violated Big Iron Head's taboo.

Big Iron Head's brothers followed him, convinced by him, loyalty was Big Iron Head's life creed. As long as they were his brothers, wrong was also right. He was a muddle-headed person who would not talk about any great righteousness, his own brothers were his greatest principle. What kindness, justice, public reason, law, right and wrong were all a pile of dog shit in Chiswyck's eyes.

The people who could be called brothers by Chiswyck were also not normal people. Not being afraid of death was their common trait.

The hooligan boss was so frightened by Chiswyck's question that his breathing was not smooth, his eyes flickered, his legs were sore, and his stomach was churning violently.

"I am... their... head."

"Cut yourself once and get out!" Chiswyck felt very angry when he saw these guys who had no courage or loyalty.

"...Yes..." The hooligan boss was greatly relieved. He drew the short knife from his waist and slashed hard at his own arm.

With one cut, there was absolutely no hesitation.

Polliver looked at Chiswyck's power and laughed nervously, his face full of brilliance.

He liked people with such character to become Clegane men.

Polliver also hated cowards the most. As for loyalty, Polliver didn't understand. He only knew to take the Mountain as his life model and goal, without exception. He would listen to the Mountain's words and do what he was ordered.

The petty hooligans took their injured brothers and left with a whoosh.

Leaving behind the blood-stained beggar boy - Foul Mouth!

"You're out?" Foul Mouth smiled slightly, not afraid at all.

"I'm out," Chiswyck said. His eyes looked at people like extremely sharp hooks, but the boy, like Polliver, didn't feel anything from this gaze.

"Okay, you win, do it," Foul Mouth said, "When I go to hell, I'll go to the brothel to chat with your mother first, haha, and then I'll come back with your mother to take you away."

Chiswyck picked up the short sword: "Good sword. Foul Mouth, you would rather pretend to be a beggar than leave, just to see me beheaded with your own eyes, good, that's loyal enough. Come with me!"

The corners of Foul Mouth's sneering mouth slowly stiffened.

"You want me to go with you?"

"Egon is dead, he's a coward, he doesn't deserve a brother like you at all, only I do. I came to you specifically to make you my brother, Chiswyck's brother."

Once this sentence was spoken, Foul Mouth's life was related to this man. Everything Chiswyck had was Foul Mouth's.

No oath was needed, no family honor or the names of the Seven Gods could compare to Chiswyck's words 'You are my brother'.

Foul Mouth was stunned!

He had prepared himself for certain death!

He was the first person to dare to offend Chiswyck and fight to the death.

Chiswyck came to take Foul Mouth as a brother, and didn't even ask for the opinion of the life-saving villain, Knight Polliver.

"Why?" Foul Mouth's mouth was no longer foul.

"Of the thousand men in the Seagull Gang, only you are willing to avenge your boss, Egon," Chiswyck said, "Of these thousand men, only you have loyalty, Foul Mouth, come with me!"

"Okay!" Foul Mouth said, laughing loudly, his body began to sway.

He was covered in blood, with several heavy cuts on his body, all held up by a single breath.

"You can't even take a few cuts, your bones are still too weak," Chiswyck said, "Ser Polliver, are there any maesters in Clegane's Hold?"

"Yes!"

"That's good," Chiswyck said, "Foul Mouth, to be my brother, your bones must also be the hardest. Walk this street, there are horses ahead."

"Okay!" A miraculous force burst out from the blood-stained Foul Mouth's body, allowing his weak legs to stand firmly.

This kind of power was a magical thing that Foul Mouth had never experienced before.

He himself didn't know that there was such a magical power in his body.

It really surprised him.

Chiswyck had such ability, his words of brotherhood could make those hooligans fight to the death for him, and also inspire unbelievable power and courage in those hooligans.

Polliver and Chiswyck were in the front, two guards were in the back, and Foul Mouth, who was bleeding non-stop, walked in the middle.

Foul Mouth was already so weak that he was about to fall, and it was very difficult to take a few steps, but he miraculously walked across the long street, one bloody footprint at a time, and then fell to the ground at the end of the street. He fainted.

The poor people of the whole street stood on the street, appeared at the windows, all silently watching a pale-faced boy move across the long street, leaving a long trail of blood.

*

In the hall of Clegane's Keep.

The Mountain looked at Big Iron Head kneeling on one knee.

This guy's head was indeed very big, different from ordinary people.

There was a very terrible knife scar on his forehead, light purple, the twisted scar like a large centipede, shocking to the eye.

Miss Jeyne and Lady Ellyn felt that they couldn't stand it after taking a look.

This guy named Chiswyck was full of evil spirit and murderous aura, and even a glance at people would make them have nightmares.

"Big Head, from now on follow me, be my soldier, what do you have to say?"

"Lord Mountain, my life, Chiswyck, belongs to you from now on," Chiswyck didn't call him Lord Gregor, but Lord Mountain, "Lord, I only have one last regret, I still have a dozen brothers imprisoned in the black jail of Lannisport, please, Lord, find a way to save my brothers."

Thank you: Chau534 for the reward, thank you!