The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

For the head / Liuying Iron Seat King / Plus 2

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Tyron Ashes walked up to the king.

He was alone, and he also walked out of the momentum of Gregor Clegane riding a horse rumbling through the martial arts field.

The king stood on the high platform, holding the gold cup in his hand, while Tyron stood on the sandy ground under the platform, but was one end above the king.

King Robert was also a tall man, he was a head tall in front of Ed and others. He is used to looking down at people usually.

But now, he has to look up.

"Big man, what's your name." King Robert asked.

"Taylon Ashes." The voice was like a low, dark thunder, rolling over everyone's eardrums.

Queen Cersei sat on a beautiful cushion in purple, red and gold, and shouted: "Stupid man, why don't you kneel when talking to the king?!"

Tyron Ashes did not kneel, his eyes looked at Queen Cersei, Cersei's heart shook, her back stiffened. A mighty and bloodthirsty intent, like the northern wind, instantly permeated her body.

Tyron Ashes mighty, Shadow Lynx, Timberwolves, Mountain Lion, fled at sight, let alone a queen raised in the palace without the baptism of battle. Although you are a queen, to put it bluntly, she is just an ordinary woman.

With this look, Cersei was silent. It's just that the people next to you can't see it.

Cersei has lived in the court for more than ten years, and she has practiced to be insulting and indecent. It is difficult for anyone to insight into her inner fluctuations from her expressions and emotions.

King Robert was a really bold person, laughing: "Is there such a godlike fierce man in the world, come and come, don't be stuck with those hypocritical etiquette, go to him, Lancel, for a big cup. "

Sommelier Lancel hurriedly changed glasses.

Tyron Ashes said, "Your Majesty, no need."

He stretched out his huge hand, like a small umbrella, gently lifted Lancel up, hanging in the air, and extended **** with his other hand, and took the wine in Lancel's hand, who was scared. Jug, raised his neck, the wine in the jug shot into his huge throat like a golden arrow.

As everyone was stunned, a pot of wine that was three times more powerful entered Tairen's throat.

"Okay!" King Robert looked eagerly.

He is a drunkard, and he likes this kind of unpretentious upright guy.

In the blink of an eye, Tyron Ashes drank a pot of fine wine. His fingers pressed slightly, and the gold flagon, like a brand, left two finger marks.

He put Lancel down gently, Lancel staggered, his hands and feet were already soft, his face was earthy, King Robert laughed.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the wine." Tyron Ashes said. The sound rumbling like a huge thunder, the momentum is so fierce and evil, there is no need to deliberately.

"Well, I also have such a fierce man like a **** in the Seven Kingdoms. It's not bad, good, good. As soon as the Northern Territory Ashes came out, what about the Western Demon Mountain, did you go to him? It's just a small bag, haha, hahaha!"

The Demon Mountain on the sidelines was furious when it heard it, kicked its hips and hooves so loudly, it rushed towards Tyron Ashes across the half of the martial arts arena.

With the help of horsepower and the height of the horse—his horse is already very tall, the king of horses, the king of horses, and the horses—the height is almost the same as the height of Tyron Ashes.

He attacked with this anger, and no one dared to stop him.

The notoriety of the Seven Kingdoms of the Devil Mountain has penetrated into the bones. To him, killing is easier than killing a chicken. Whether you are a noble knight lord, a duke, a marquis, in his eyes, it is a chicken that can be screwed to death by reaching out.

The magic mountain rushed furiously, and the people screamed!

The king, queen, and prime minister were all stunned for a while.

It happened suddenly.

And the horses of the magic mountain came so fast, like a giant arrow of meteors.

"Be careful!" Ed Stark shouted.

"Be careful!" Robb yelled, stood up, and put his hand on the hilt.

With the sound of horse hooves, he rushed out from the west with a spear in his hand. It was the hunting dog Sandor Clegane.

Sandor Krigan practiced swordsmanship hard, just to kill his brother Gregor Krigan himself, he could not allow Tyron Ashes to kill Gregor Krigan before him.

If Devil Mountain beats Tyron Ashes, he will stop Devil Mountain. If Tyron Ashes win the Magic Mountain, he will stop Tyron.

Yiqi came out from the north, with black clothes and black armor, his eyes shining like stars, and his thin lips, tightly pressed like a blade. It was Will, the man in black.

Two Cleganes fought against Tyron Ashes. Will was afraid that Tyron Ashes would lose. He was the leader of the tribe who vowed to protect Tyron Ashes and the Ashes. The enemy's attack.

Moreover, the spear battle is one-on-one, not two-on-one.

When Will came out, the western horses hooves sounded, Bolong clinging to the horse's back, and the long sword at his waist was dragging behind Will. ——In the **** battle that night, Bolong was very unconvinced with a grudge against Will. He always believed that he had been conspired, and he had a special ability, but he had lost without the opportunity to display it.

Bolon stared closely at Will's back, he clung to the horse's back, just for fear that the archer of the night might throw arrows behind him. Bolong's meticulous care is extraordinary. Before he takes the shot, he will first calculate his danger.

Not a shrewd mercenary who has experienced many battles can't do this.

In an instant, four horses rushed out of the competition field, with thundering horseshoes, and two angles, running towards Tyron Ashes.

Whether it is a civilian area or a noble area, it is full of uproar.

The knights of each competition team are loudly shouting.

The Westeros Continent has become a popular competition, usually every four years. However, for the first time in thousands of years, it appeared at the end of the knight's playground for the first time. It is also the first time in thousands of years that there has been a one-person challenge, and the wonder of helping one after another.

"Seven levels of hell, Magic Mountain, stop me." King Robert roared. His voice resounded like a bell, resounding throughout the competition arena.

Tyron Ashes had turned around and stood steadily. He bowed slightly, his legs bent slightly, staring at the rushing magic mountain, his hands one behind the other, one high and one low, as if he was about to catch someone wrestling. He turned out to be empty-handed and did not pull out the long sword on his back. Against the enemy.

However, following the king’s roar, the Demon Mountain also roared. The spurs kicked the horse, regardless of the king’s order, and rushed forward more desperately. The spear straightened and aimed at Tyron Ash’s chest. Stabbed over.

Sansa, Jenny, many noble ladies and ladies closed their eyes.

Tyron Ash’s chest is heavy armor, and the contest lance, which shatters the tip of the spear, won’t hurt him at all.

As a result, Tyron Ashes stepped forward instead, taking the full force of the Demon Mountain with his chest.

However, Will's voice came over: "Be careful, Tyron!" The voice was anxious and full of concern.

There was a movement in Tyron's heart, and as expected, the spear head suddenly turned up and slammed Tyron Ashes' face without putting down his helmet and mask.

The whole audience shouted in exclamation!

Robb Stark, Arya Stark, and Bran Stark all stood up and shouted together: "Be careful!" Their voices could not even be heard by themselves, and they were overwhelmed by the shock of the audience. In the voice.