The Mountain of Ice and Fire

The Mountain stood in the middle of the road, he alone with three horses, all tall and sturdy steeds, taking up a wide space. Adding to this, Wine Server Bernie was to the Mountain's right, and the Black Stone banner-bearer to his left, holding high the golden lion banner of House Lannister of the Westerlands. These six horses and three men blocked the road, which was not wide to begin with, forcing the Hound and his party approaching from the opposite direction to slow down.

In the middle of the Mountain's group, a banner-bearer held high the three hounds banner of House Clegane.

The Mountain blocked the road squarely, standing proudly.

The soldiers under his command were vicious and fierce, emboldened by their master. Seeing the Mountain blocking the road, and knowing it was a deliberate provocation, they lined up to block the way.

Before encountering the Mountain, these bandit soldiers were mostly lawless individuals. After following the Mountain, they all had a backbone, like little devils finding their devil king, becoming even more tyrannical and confident.

The Hound and his men had long been rampant in King's Landing, entering and exiting the royal palace, fostering an aura of dominance and ferocity. The Hound and his soldiers were all from various great houses of the Westerlands, serving the Queen to show loyalty to their lords and maintain close relationships. Those selected to become Red Cloaks protecting the Queen were all skilled riders with noble backgrounds.

These people were unbridled and their combat power in King's Landing was even stronger than the King's Gold Cloaks.

The prince's right wrist had been bitten by a direwolf, and the back of his head had been broken by a practice sword. They were ordered to follow the Hound to apprehend Arya, the direwolf, and the butcher's son, Mycah. However, not far from the town, they saw the golden lion banner and the three hounds banner blocking the road, and the giant of a man under the golden lion banner, the fearsome figure dreaded by everyone in the Westerlands – the Mountain!

Although these noble scions were accustomed to being tyrannical, they did not dare to be so in front of the Mountain. The Mountain's three hounds banner was fine, but the golden lion banner beside the Mountain was something they dared not ignore.

The Mountain's infamous reputation and the great importance placed on him by Lord Tywin made him untouchable. Anyone who dared to confront the Mountain head-on would only die quickly!

The Hound approached the motionless Mountain, pushed up his visor, revealing a grim face.

The Mountain was not wearing his flat-topped helmet. He calmly looked at his younger brother, with whom he had a deadly feud. The younger brother's eyes were filled with lazy indifference. His hair was long, combed to the left to cover his ugly bald spot where there wasn't a single strand of hair. The left side of his face was even uglier than his bald spot, a mass of disfigurement. Only a hole remained where his left ear should have been. Although his left eye was not blind, the surrounding skin was all twisted scars, the scars were shiny black, like leather, covered with pockmarks and dents. His left jaw was almost gone, and white bone could be vaguely seen.

The Hound's left face was severely damaged, looking frightening. It was a gift from his real brother, the Mountain, when he was seven years old.

When the Hound was seven years old, he touched a wooden doll toy that his brother was no longer playing with, and his brother pressed his face into the burning coals, leaving him with this lifelong disability. This was also the source of the Hound's hatred and vow to kill the Mountain when he was seven years old.

"Brother, where are you going?" The Mountain's tone was indifferent, but naturally condescending.

"I am under royal orders to apprehend criminals, make way!" The Hound said indifferently, his hand on the hilt of his sword, a threatening gesture. "Mountain, I am not your brother. It disgusts me when you call me brother!"

The Mountain's hand also went to the hilt of his sword, saying indifferently, "Hound, long time no see, I want to see if your swordsmanship has improved."

"I am under royal orders, I will not duel with you here."

"If you want to kill me, you have to know how far you are from me. Don't worry, I won't kill you!"

"Your life will definitely be mine, you know that!" The Hound said indifferently.

The Mountain shook his head, "Hound, do you really think you will ever be stronger than me in your life?"

"You will be killed by me, I swear to the Seven Gods!" The Hound said indifferently. There was no anger in his eyes, no emotional fluctuations, just lazy indifference. His certain tone was more powerful than gritted teeth and sharp glares.

The warriors on both sides felt a murderous aura emanating from the Hound's indifferent tone and lazy eyes.

"Good, I'll wait for that day to come." The Mountain chuckled. The Hound's murderous aura collided with the Mountain's relaxed laughter, dissipating into nothing.

The Mountain reined his horse to the side of the road.

His cavalry were well-trained and immediately cleared the road in unison.

The Hound glanced indifferently at the Mountain, lowered his visor, squeezed his legs, and his warhorse walked past the Mountain.

The Mountain said, "Hound, who was our grandfather from House Lannister? What did he do?"

The Hound reined in his horse, turned around, his ferocious dog helmet facing the Mountain.

He did not understand why the Mountain would suddenly say this to him.

The warriors on both sides did not understand why the Mountain would suddenly mention the noble founder of House Clegane.

"Hound, our family used to be dog keepers for a noble house. The boy you are chasing now, his father is a butcher from House Stark. That boy named Mycah is the son of a pig butcher, and we are the grandsons of dog keepers."

The Hound snorted, still not understanding the Mountain's words. He didn't want to understand, the Mountain's words were not worth thinking about, he was just a born scumbag.

The Hound shouted, whipped his horse, and the horse ran.

The Hound's red-cloaked men roared past the Mountain.

"Hound, pig butchers and dog keepers are about the same!" The Mountain shouted again.

His voice was like muffled thunder, chasing after the Hound, the sound like substance, crushing the Hound's team.

The Mountain was no longer the scumbag he once was, he had a sense of compassion. He knew the Hound very well. The Hound had a cruel personality and unconditional obedience to his master, but deep down, he always had a sense of compassion and sympathy for the weak.

The Hound's heavy plate armor and sharp sword concealed that little bit of softness deep in his heart without him knowing it. The transmigrated college dog, the Mountain, felt it was necessary to remind the Hound, after all, this body of super combat power given by God and the Hound were indeed brothers.

Do your best!

When the Hound saw Mycah, when he saw the fear and desire to survive in the child's eyes, he would understand what the Mountain meant! The Mountain hoped to invisibly help the Hound understand the humanity he already possessed, rather than cruelty and ruthlessness. – Even though, the Hound would later fully return to his benevolent nature.

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The Mountain led Bernie into the local Earl's main hall and saw the King sitting on a carpet chair with a golden cup in his hand. – Robert Baratheon I. Beside him, the handsome young wine server Lancel Lannister held a wine pot with a timid expression. The boy was afraid of the King!

Robert's body was already as fat as a barrel, his beard was neatly trimmed, covering his double chin, and his hair was combed meticulously.

Robert saw the giant Mountain and a small servant who was not much taller than a dwarf walk in. He gave a forced smile, he had no fondness for the Mountain, just as he had never had any fondness for House Lannister.

The King said, "Damn it, Mountain, are you coming to see your King empty-handed?"

The King's voice was like a bell. The Mountain understood that this voice meant that although King Robert looked very fat, his kidney function was still strong. He was resting in Earl Harroway's town, and he wondered which noblewoman or brothel girl would be tormented by him for a few days.

The Mountain bowed to the King, he did not kneel on one knee, and then shouted towards the door, so several altars of the best Arbor wine and several large food boxes of delicacies and dried fruits were carried in, placed one by one in front of the King's feet.

The King smiled when he saw the wine: "Mountain, is this from you, or from my old father-in-law?"

"Duke Tywin sent me to bring wine and delicacies to His Majesty the King, and a bag of small things." The Mountain took out a bulging money bag, shook it in his hand, and the gold coins made a sound, very pleasant, making the King's mood very comfortable.

The Mountain did not see the King's abnormal expression. He judged that Cersei had not told the King about Prince Joffrey's injury. Then, the Hound was not sent out by the King, but by the Queen's rage, and then directly ordered the Hound to arrest people.

While the Mountain was thinking, Queen Cersei's尖酸刻薄 voice came from outside the door: "What are you guards doing? How did you protect the prince?" Her voice was sharp and high, as if hoping that the people of King's Landing could hear, "If the prince's wound becomes inflamed, I will have you all beheaded. Donnel Marbrand, quickly call Eddard Stark to the King."

Cersei stepped into the room, her beautiful face distorted with anger: "Robert, Eddard's little wolf girl colluded with a lowly and humble butcher's son to attack Joffrey, and the little wolf girl also released a wolf to try to kill him. Quickly order the arrest of the fleeing criminals and summon Eddard Stark to confess his guilt."

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