Game of Thrones: I'm flying a dragon on your face, how do you respond?

"No, it's not that Prince Viserys is getting stronger, but that Sir Gregor has consumed too much power and is getting weaker!" Sir Barristan Selmy said, and his sworn brothers gradually saw it. Clues!

"Ser Gregor is a formidable opponent, and he has more than just strength!" whispered Jaime Lannister, a vassal of his father who never set foot outside except in battles and jousts. Your own castle, never defeated in any battle, big or small!

James thinks that if they meet on the battlefield, his chance of winning against him is less than 50%. Even if "White Bull" and "Sword of Dawn" are reborn, they may not be any better than him!

In the martial arts arena.

"A Lannister lackey, isn't that enough?" Jaehaerys mocked, "There are rumors that you are the number one warrior in the Seven Kingdoms, but it seems like that's nothing more than that!"

"Do you still remember the poor woman you killed in the Red Keep fifteen years ago?"

"Haha, you must remember, her name is Elia Martell!"

Gregor was silent. He was tired of fighting. His sword was hit back by his opponent several times and bounced off his armor and helmet. His palms were dripping with blood!

He could hear his heavy breathing and the pounding heartbeat in his chest. Sweat flowed from the top of his head to his eyes, burning and stinging, but he didn't dare to blink!

After a few more sword fights, even Sansa and Jeyne could tell that Ser Gregor seemed to be in bad shape!

His steps were disordered and his figure was shaky. It seemed that His Highness the Dragon Prince's next attack would knock him to the ground!

Jaehaerys felt a sense of vigilance in his heart. This lackey was not as bad as he had shown. He recalled the scene in the plot when the "Red Viper" Oberyn Martell competed with him for trial. Even if the Mountain was defeated Even though he was nailed with a spear, he was still able to fight back tenaciously and smash the Red Viper's head into mud!

The trapped beast still fights, he is not a red viper, he will not take it lightly! Magic Mountain, just wait to be beaten to death by me!

With a sword slashing down, Gregor suddenly took a step forward, then raised his arm and used his thick elbow armor to block the unedged sword edge. If the opponent's long sword was sharpened, this move would Cut his arm off!

Even so, a huge crack was cut into his arm armor. The ulna and radius bones of his left arm were broken into two pieces. The white bone stubble pierced the flesh and blood flowed like a profuse stream!

He smiled ferociously, raised his sword with his right hand and slashed horizontally, trying to cut "Viserys" in half. It turned out to be a method of fighting death with injury!

"Haha!" Jaehaerys couldn't let him do what he wanted, so he simply used the rock leaping technique, jumped lightly, put his boots on the Demon Mountain's sword, flew lightly behind the Demon Mountain, and raised "Destroy the Mountain" "Thrust!"

The heart-wrenching sound of steel clashing sounded again. The mountain-destroying sword pierced through Demon Shan's back armor, and the sword tip came out from his chest!

Gregor Clegane vomited blood and reached out to pull out the steel sword that pierced his body from behind, but he couldn't do it no matter what!

Blood foam kept spurting out from the corners of his mouth. Finally, he realized this. The severe pain made him crazy, so he swung his sword randomly, cutting one of his attendants into two pieces, and injured another in the golden robe. Others immediately screamed and fled...

Jaehaerys, who had lost his weapon, had already used his body skills to avoid it. Even after a long time, he saw the mountain kneeling on the ground, motionless, and still had no intention of getting closer.

"You want to trick me into going up for a last-ditch attack? You're just dreaming!" Jaehaerys used his spiritual consciousness to examine Gregor's body. The man looked like he was dying, but in fact he was still holding on for breath, just waiting for Jaehaerys to leave. After getting close, come a bloody counterattack!

Delaying time is beneficial to me, and I am not the one who is bleeding!

"Quick, go up and see Ser Gregor!" Jaime ordered a Lannister soldier to come forward and check. This was a good dog. It would be a pity to die...

Gregor felt someone approaching, and his consciousness was slightly blurred. With the support of his last obsession, he suddenly hugged the person's thigh and dragged him to the ground. Then he hugged him with his good right hand and used his head as a battering ram. , hammering down hard...

"Puff!" "Kuchi" One head and helmet were smashed flat, while the other huge head flew into the sky!

Jaehaerys raised his sword and sheathed it, his movements were graceful, killing people was saving lives, his merits were immeasurable!

Eddard Stark returned to the Hand's Tower. He ordered his steward Vayon Poole to pack his luggage, hire a ship, and prepare to return to Winterfell, but was told that it would take at least a week or two.

Then Littlefinger told him that he had found the brothel where Lord Arryn and Stannis had gone. It was a brothel on Silk Street opened by Shattaya, a woman from the Summer Islands. Here he met a woman named Bara. The king's illegitimate daughter.

Ed is still confused. Damn it, although he has resigned as Prime Minister, the death of his adoptive father is still a mystery. The groom and kitchen girl who stayed in King's Landing did not provide any useful clues, and the one who was knighted by Robert The former aide to the former prime minister died in the martial arts tournament...

On the way back, it started to rain continuously, bringing coolness and a hint of chill to this scorching city. "Winter is coming." Ed Stark looked forward, feeling cold all over!

After several people turned around a certain intersection, the captain of the guard, Jory Kelso, shouted in a dry voice: "Master!"

I saw that the street ahead was full of soldiers. They wore ring armor, iron gloves and knee pads over their leather jackets. They wore steel helmets decorated with golden lions, and their rain-soaked cloaks clung to their backs.

There were at least a dozen of these soldiers, who lined up in a row, holding long swords and iron spears, blocking the way.

"Behind!" Ed turned his horse's head and found that there were more people behind him, cutting off their retreat.

"King Slayer" Jaime Lannister rode a bay horse, wearing a golden lion helmet and holding a golden sword, and stood out from the crowd.

Jory's sword was unsheathed with a clang, and Ed's other two guards, Weir and Haihua, also drew their steel swords and shouted: "Those who stand in the way will die!"

"What do you want to do? This is the Prime Minister. Do you want to rebel?" Little Finger shouted loudly.

"You were the Prime Minister a few days ago, but now, who are you?" Jaime said disdainfully: "Stark, you should know why I stopped you, my brother, Tyrion! Do you remember? Tell your wife to let my brother go!"

"Tyrion was arrested on my orders and held responsible for his crimes."

Petyr was speechless. Are you blind? A good man will not suffer a loss in front of him. You only have three guards around you. Why do you want to anger the Kingslayer? !

Jaime Lannister drew his long sword from the sheath and kicked his horse forward. "Draw your sword, Lord Stark! Littlefinger, if you don't want to dirty your beautiful clothes, get out of here!"

Seeing this, Littlefinger hurried away. When he passed by Eddard, he whispered, "I'll go find the capital guard now."

Seeing that the battle was about to break out, Eddard thought that the other side was all infantry, and the four of them were on horseback. If they rushed out desperately, they might not have no way out...

"Pah pah pah!" A neat sound of footsteps came, Eddard turned his head and saw another group of people and horses appearing outside the street. There were more than 20 riders. They were all wearing black armor with a three-headed dragon embossed on the surface of the armor. The dragon flame used the color penetration process to penetrate the red pigment into the steel. The cloak was red and black satin!

One of them was wearing golden dragon scale armor and a three-headed dragon helmet. The wings of the dragon formed the two wings of the helmet, and long silver-white hair appeared from under the helmet!

"Viserys Targaryen!" Jaime gripped the reins nervously, and the golden sword seemed to be stained with blood again.