The Mountain of Ice and Fire

"Mountain, if you're going to be unreasonable, then I don't need to be reasonable with you either," said the Sealord. "I have three hundred swords here, and you only have one."

The Mountain was alone, but the Sealord had hundreds of men. With a single command, he could have hundreds of men swarm the Mountain. The Sealord believed his victory was assured.

Effortless!

No matter how brave the Mountain was, he couldn't withstand so many opponents.

However, the Sealord's heart was not at ease.

Anyone else would be seeking death to challenge the Sealord here alone.

But the Mountain had come, he had already drawn his greatsword, he was stubbornly alone, and he had stubbornly come seeking death.

In the sky, the blue sky and white clouds did not reveal the Mountain's dragon.

During the great naval battle in the Dragonstone sea, the Mountain had destroyed thousands of warships from the Nine Free Cities, including five hundred warships from Braavos.

Dragons breathing fire on wooden ships in the sea was effortless.

The Sealord and his generals feared the dragons!

But there was no dragon in the sky!

This matter was very strange.

So strange that the Sealord couldn't help but suspect that the Mountain had some terrible conspiracy or terrifying trap.

What made the Sealord even more uneasy was that the so-called Green Prophet Bran Stark had not issued any warnings.

In other words, the rumor that the Green Prophet Bran could not see prophecies about the Mountain himself might be true!

But facing the Mountain alone, the Sealord naturally put on a show of strength.

The Sealord began to retreat as soon as he claimed to have three hundred swords, letting the three hundred swords stand in front of him.

When the Mountain's ice greatsword was unsheathed, the Sealord immediately felt the threat of death. His back and palms were cold, a true sensation from his skin that did not depend on his will.

The chief swordsman, Barasha, moved, suddenly attacking, his sword stabbing towards the Mountain's chest.

The Mountain did not dodge or evade, his wrist moved, and the ice sword swept towards Barasha.

Clang!

With a light sound, the narrow sword struck the Mountain's chest first, but it could not penetrate the armor at all.

Barasha's sword was extremely fast, striking accurately. His strength was also very strong, and this narrow sword was also a top-quality sword, although it was not Valyrian steel.

Barasha's narrow sword had pierced through armor countless times.

But this time, his narrow sword only left a small white spot on the Mountain's chest armor.

The Mountain's plate armor could not be pierced.

Barasha's face changed, and there was panic in his eyes.

The Mountain's greatsword howled with force, and Barasha had to lower his head and quickly dodge, his figure disheveled, his steps staggering.

The narrow sword failed to pierce the Mountain's chest, unable to break through the armor, and the force of the sword all reversed back, shaking Barasha's figure, his arm aching.

Barasha could not retreat. With the Mountain's arm and the terrifying length of the greatsword, Barasha could not escape the greatsword's attack range no matter how fast he was.

No one could be within three meters of the Mountain. All were within the range of his greatsword's attack. If the Mountain's huge steps forward and backward were added, the range of his unrestrained attack was more than five meters around him.

Barasha lowered his head to dodge the Mountain's ice greatsword sweeping across, and the narrow sword in his hand sank. With a clang, it hit the Mountain's calf hard again.

This time, he still used all his strength, not believing that the Mountain's calf could not be pierced.

With a crisp sound, the tip of the narrow sword snapped off, and sparks flew from the Mountain's calf, which was an inevitable phenomenon under the fierce high-intensity impact of steel metal.

Barasha was taken aback. Was the Mountain's calf also tied with the best armor?

Steel armor could not stop Barasha's narrow sword thrust.

Swords, sharpened on both sides, straight thrusts, were sword techniques that could break through armor.

Breaking through armor with a sword was different from using a knife. The tip of the sword was the most suitable cone for breaking through armor.

Barasha's narrow sword was very sharp, a famous sword second only to Valyrian steel swords.

Such a good sword, but it could not pierce the Mountain's leg armor.

Barasha's narrow sword's tip broke off, his face changed drastically, and there was fear in his cold eyes as he quickly retreated.

A huge black shadow crashed into his body. Barasha could not dodge it. An irresistible force carried a strong wind, and with a muffled sound, Barasha was thrown high into the air like a small toy.

The Mountain strode forward, his huge stride combined with the inertial force of speed, raised his leg and kicked, sending Barasha flying.

Barasha's movements were very fast, but he completely failed to adapt to the Mountain's special sense of distance with his long legs and long arms.

He also did not understand the Mountain's practical combat level, who had experienced hundreds of battles.

Barasha's movements were fast, but the Mountain's movements were actually equally fast.

It was just that due to the size of the big man, his movements did not seem fast in people's eyes at the same speed.

This was a terrible illusion, and the price paid was life.

The Sealord's chief swordsman, Barasha, was a very proud person, and his honor was higher than his life. When he attacked the Mountain, out of respect for the Sealord's chief swordsman, the soldiers and swordsmen tacitly did not step forward to 'gang up' on the Mountain.

Barasha's first sword hit the Mountain's chest, winning everyone's cheers.

It was just that the refined narrow sword failed to pierce the Mountain's chest.

The unexpected result caused Barasha's graceful figure to stagnate slightly, and also caused the cheers of the generals to stop abruptly.

It was such an extremely short time. The Mountain did not parry or dodge, but used his chest to withstand Barasha's sword, and almost simultaneously swung his sword to counterattack—instantly seizing the initiative, forcing Barasha to lower his head and dodge—which gave the Mountain an absolute advantage.

When Barasha's second sword hit the Mountain's calf and retreated rapidly without success, the Mountain chased Barasha like a galloping horse, took advantage of the situation and kicked, hitting Barasha's rapidly retreating 'thin' body.

The Mountain's legs were longer than his arms.

Barasha had already retreated far, and he thought he was at a safe distance. It was just that he underestimated the Mountain's speed and the absolute advantage of his leg length. None of the swordsmen who usually sparred with Barasha had the Mountain's body shape and the distance of his steps forward and backward, and his usual combat habits of attacking and defending like flowing clouds and flowing water became very awkward.

The force of the Mountain's kick was twice as strong as the force on his fist.

It should be known that the Mountain's casual punch could dent an iron plate. The force of his foot, which was twice as strong as the force that could dent an iron plate, caused several of the Sealord's chief swordsman Barasha's bones to break in an instant. He was already unconscious in the air; when he crashed down and his body rolled several times on the ground, he stopped moving.

The soldiers all looked at each other in shock and fear.

The chief swordsman was kicked to death in just two encounters with the Mountain!

A muffled groan was the last sound Barasha left in this world. He didn't even have time to scream before his bones were broken and his tendons were broken, and he died!

The Mountain said coldly: "Chief swordsman Barasha is vulnerable!"

These words aroused the anger of Barasha's comrades.

In Braavos, the status and position of swordsmen are very high, and their honor is the most prominent. Just like in Westeros, the knight among knights is called the Kingsguard, and they have the highest honor and status among knights.

The swordsmen are swordsmen who are only loyal to the Sealord, and are famous for their loyalty, bravery, exquisite swordsmanship, and excellent character.

The Mountain's ridicule of Barasha caused several swordsmen to rush towards the Mountain together. They heard several crisp sounds of ding ding ding, and the tips of the narrow swords hit the Mountain's chest, abdomen, back, and ribs. Unfortunately, none of the swords could pierce the plate armor, and even the scratches were not obvious. The Mountain did not parry or dodge at all, and the ice greatsword in his hand swept across, forcing three swordsmen to roll back from the ground in a mess, while two swordsmen who moved a little slower were cut into two pieces at the waist.

There is also a disadvantage to having many people attacking together, which is that they restrain each other when fleeing in defeat.

The ice greatsword is the most famous of the Valyrian steel swords, extremely sharp, and can cut steel, let alone the human body.

The lower bodies of the two swordsmen were still standing on the ground, and their upper bodies had already flown up.

Blood splattered in the sunlight, as if it was raining red.

"His instep should be a weakness, stab his instep," the Sealord's voice came from behind three hundred swords.

In front of the Sealord, there were three hundred swords.

Three companies of a hundred men, that is three hundred swords.

All the narrow sword swordsmen moved out together and besieged the Mountain. They no longer cared about the aloofness and arrogance of the swordsmen.

The Mountain ignored the narrow sword swordsmen surrounding him.

He suddenly moved, striding like flying, the ice greatsword clearing the way, no one could stop him, and the swordsmen avoided him one after another.

The big man looked like he was not fast, but he was actually extremely fast! Each of his steps was the distance of several steps of ordinary people.

Boom!

The Mountain crashed into the royal guard. A hundred-man company formation collapsed in an instant like cheese. The ice greatsword swept across, and screams continued wherever it passed, and the soldiers were cut into two pieces one after another.

The narrow swords of Braavos showed their disadvantage at this time—on the battlefield, in team battles, two-handed greatswords or one-handed swords are more suitable for slashing, charging, breaking armor, and colliding. And narrow swords, which can only stab the throat and wrist and other vital points, cannot exert their ethereal and swift advantages in melee combat.

The attack of the narrow swords on the Mountain was very precise, like starlight falling.

However, it could not break through the armor!

The Mountain's armor, after the careful creation of weapons masters Tobho Mott and Gendry Clegane, reduced the thickness and weight, but increased the toughness and hardness, the purpose of which was to prevent it from being broken through.

If the Sealord's swordsmen and soldiers used weapons such as long spears and maces, the Mountain would not dare to be so arrogant and careless.

But the narrow swords they wore in the eyes of the Mountain were like small toothpicks.

One-handed swords and two-handed swords can not only stab, but also chop.

And narrow swords can almost only stab and cut.

The narrow swords of these swordsmen were like toothpicks. Although the tips of the toothpicks were very sharp, they would only break the needle tips, hilts, or sword bodies without suspense when facing the plate armor created by thousands of hammers and the Mountain's charging force. To break through armor, especially to break through the Mountain's steel plate-like armor, weapons such as one-handed swords, two-handed swords, maces, and long spears are needed.

Of course, without monstrous strength, two-handed swords and long spears could not pierce the Mountain's plate armor, and would at most leave a deep dent.

In the melee, the narrow swords of some swordsmen with very exquisite swordsmanship pierced into the Mountain's armor and the joints of the armor, but the sword tips were still blocked by something and could not pierce into the Mountain's body.

That was the Mountain's fine chain mail behind the plate armor.

Under the chain mail, there was another layer of boiled hard leather.

Three layers of armor were the Mountain's standard configuration. When the Mountain was following Tywin Lannister as a vicious dog, he already had the habit of three layers of armor: plate armor, chain mail, and specially made boiled leather.

It was just that the three layers of armor at that time could not be compared with the three layers of armor of the Mountain, who is now the king. Whether it was plate armor, chain mail, or leather, they were all the best armor, belonging to the Mountain King's exclusive type, and came from the hands of weapons masters Tobho Mott and Gendry Baratheon.

To break through armor, light narrow swords are absolutely not enough.

There must be swords or maces with weight.

In the roaring battle cries, the Mountain alone had already defeated the Sealord's three hundred-man teams. The ice sword swept across and split vertically, just like a lion crashing into a group of rabbits. In the dense stabbing sounds of the ding ding ding narrow swords, screams rose and fell one after another, and the Mountain's limbs and internal organs, heads and broken legs flew everywhere, and blood splattered like rain... This was an unrestrained killing of a human-shaped steel beast from the prehistoric era against fragile human bodies. In the two-meter-long ice greatsword sweeping across, no matter how many people were blocking in front, all were cut into two pieces, just like a sharp blade cutting open crisp cucumbers one by one.

No matter how many cucumbers there are, they cannot block the sharp kitchen knife.

Everything is divided into two.

The fat Sealord decisively chose to escape after being stunned.

His movements were fast, indicating that he was not an unexercised fat man.

The Mountain obviously had the strength to violently kill a bloody path to catch up with the Sealord, but he was not in a hurry to catch up, but went to the crowded place to kill, and the waving ice greatsword was the scythe of the Grim Reaper, wantonly reaping lives! The three hundred-man teams plus the swordsman team had completely lost their coordinated combat formation, and were in a mess like small ants spinning in a hot pot. The lucky ones who had not fallen rushed towards the Mountain desperately, not seeking to hurt people, but seeking to use their flesh and blood to block the Mountain first, so that the Sealord could escape into the Sealord Palace.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed like it was just a blink of an eye. In front of the Sealord Palace, hot blood stained the ground red, and limbs, internal organs, heads, and broken legs were everywhere. This was a living hell on earth, and the bloody smell permeated the air, so thick that it could not be dissolved. In the pool of blood, stood a human-shaped beast holding a greatsword as bright as autumn water, and his hundreds of opponents had all fallen in the pool of blood.

The gate of the Sealord Palace had been tightly closed at some point.

The Sealord and his courtiers, generals, and those doctors who served the Sealord had all disappeared.

Looking around, the Mountain did not see a single pedestrian on the Sealord Main Street. The shops on both sides of the street were closed and the windows were closed.

Everything here was not something that a normal person's heart could bear.

"Sealord, I didn't want to kill you, but you wanted to kill me. Get out, let me cut off your head, otherwise, dragonfire will burn Braavos' Titan giant, naval warships, and Sealord Palace to ashes."

Suddenly, the sounds of hooves and footsteps exploded from the direction of the fish market. A bald, bare-chested giant of a man, carrying a heavy axe in his hand and a nail-studded club and short dagger at his waist, appeared on the street on horseback. Behind him followed a thousand-man team of various appearances, all with fierce eyes.

The Ian Mercenary Company, Sea King's most trusted force, had arrived.

The Ian Mercenary Company was the most renowned mercenary group after the Golden Company left Essos.

The Ian Captain was a battle-hardened gladiator from the East.

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