The hound was very tall, and its two-handed greatsword was long and sharp, making it difficult to find a worthy opponent.
However, compared to the Greatsword of the Mountain, his sword seemed like a child's toy.
Compared to the Mountain, his physique was like that of a half-grown child facing a strong adult.
To ordinary people, the Mountain is a giant.
Swift as lightning, speed is the only way to win!
when!
A loud bang!
Sparks flew everywhere!
The Hound strained with all its might, its two-handed sword forced to parry the Mountain's greatsword.
The Demon Mountain's attack was too fast, and the giant sword came too suddenly!
An unparalleled force surged from the hound's sword like a tidal wave, nearly breaking his arms. It felt as if an invisible hammer had struck his chest. The indestructible force propelled his body through his arms, causing him to leap off the saddle and fly backward into the air.
Bang!
The hound fell heavily and far away onto the grass. The grass was soft, yet it made him see stars. His internal organs felt as if they had been squeezed together and tied in a knot, causing him extreme discomfort.
The hound's sword also flew from its hand!
His arms went numb and tingled, then trembled violently, and he lost all feeling in them, no longer having the strength to grip the heavy sword in both hands.
The power of the Demon Mountain's slash exceeded the Hound's imagination.
Freed from the constraints of his plate armor, the Mountain's powerful strikes with his greatsword were unparalleled in the world!
With a slight twist of his right wrist, Demon Mountain executed a beautiful sword flourish, tracing an arc before slashing down with a sharp, clean sound. The Hound's head fell to the ground, hot blood spurting from its chest!
There was no mournful neighing of the warhorse, but the horse was dead!
boom!
The hound's beloved horse was beheaded, its body collapsed, and its legs continued to convulse!
The Mountain rode slowly to the Hound. The Hound had already stood up, but the aftershocks of the power were still surging within him, and he had not been able to fully digest them.
The Mountain glared at the Hound and said coldly, "You can't even block one of my swords. How can you avenge my father and little sister?"
"You cheated!"
"I'll stand here and let you attack first. Do you think you can defeat me?" The Mountain's greatsword twirled lightly, displaying his superb and exquisite swordsmanship.
The hound was still panting!
"You have three ways to kill me!" the Mountain said calmly.
"snort!"
"First, I wear plate armor and carry a shield, so protection is my priority, but it slows me down. You can use agile tactics to wear me down, and when my strength weakens, my body stiffens, and my movements slow down, you can injure my legs first, and then my arms."
This is the hound's first tactic.
"Hmph!" The hound's chest was still not fully under control, and his breathing was still rapid.
"Second, you'll use underhanded tactics. You may disdain such methods, but for the hatred of killing your father and sister, any means are justified. Throw your knightly honors into the trash heap! If there's a next time, you'll carry a hidden crossbow and use armor-piercing arrows. Even if I'm wearing plate armor, you can pierce it. If I'm not wearing plate armor, one arrow is all it takes to hit my heart, and I'll be unable to lift my sword again."
"I've got it!"
"Third, use poison. Either bribe my bartender, or coat my swords and crossbows with deadly poison. If I am even slightly scratched, the venom will enter my bloodstream and I will die, and you will have your revenge! It is summer now, and there are many venomous snakes out there. For a little money, you can buy a venomous snake, obtain its venom, and apply it to your weapons."
"Hmph!" The hound's breathing finally became smooth, the numbness and tingling in his arms subsided, and pain returned.
The Hound's snort made his meaning clear: he despised the use of poison. What knights considered honor, the Mountain considered foolishness.
The Demon Mountain's greatsword moved with the agility of a knife, its blade flashing with lightness and speed.
"Hound, I won't kill you tonight," the Mountain said, backhanding his greatsword back into its scabbard on his back. The hilt of the greatsword extended from above his left shoulder, adding to his imposing presence.
"I will never be grateful to you!"
"You think I want your gratitude? I'm not killing you because I still have something to say to you. I told King Robert that I wanted to talk to you about some family matters!"
"snort!"
"I built a new sanctuary in Clegane and invited the witch from Lannisport to be my priestess."
"What does this have to do with me?"
"You haven't heard of the Witch Princess's name?"
"snort!"
"My past was marked by irritability, rage, poppy milk addiction, and mental instability. I was possessed by a demon, Hound."
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"Hmph!" The hound looked at the Demon Mountain with disdain.
The Mountain was unaffected by the Hound's extreme contempt: "Hound, I repaired the sanctuary, summoned the witch, and have expelled the evil from my body."
"Yes, I could tell from your sneak attack in tonight's duel!" the Hound said sarcastically.
"In a duel to the death, don't be bound by bullshit honor and damned knightly rules. Those are rigid, inflexible, and resistant to change. I hope you understand this!" the Mountain said calmly. "If I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead."
"If you don't kill me, I will definitely kill you!" the hound sneered.
"I am no longer who I once was; the evil has been expelled from my body. But you are still the same hound, and hatred still resides in your heart. Tonight, you owe me a life, and according to your knightly honor and code, you must repay me with a life!"
"You killed your father," the hound roared.
The Mountain said calmly, "Since I dared to kill my father, why shouldn't I kill you tonight? In a knightly duel, life and death are preordained. Even the king has no right to order it to be stopped, nor can the Seven Gods."
"You even killed the little sister!" the hound roared.
"That's not me at all!" the Mountain said coldly. He turned his horse around and said, "Hound, come here tomorrow night, and I'll give you one more chance to kill me. This time, you attack first!"
"I will definitely come!" the Hound said, enunciating each word clearly. His eyes burned with a fierce determination.
"I'll wait for you!" Demon Mountain's tone was icy.
Okay, okay! Okay, okay!
With the sound of hooves, Demon Mountain rode away!
*
At Ruby Beach, hounds stand upright, the night wind blowing strongly, sweeping away the unbearable heat of the day. The Trident River seems still under the moonlight, its surface shimmering with silver light.
He didn't know how much time had passed when the hound found himself holding a two-handed greatsword, carrying an iron oak shield on his back, wearing a suit of armor, and a dog helmet, walking back to the town.
His eyes were terrifying, and his breathing was heavy.
Suddenly, the hound stopped, the night wind whistling past his ears, and he looked up at the western sky.
The western sky was very bright, as if the sun was about to rise from the horizon but had not yet appeared. Its light shone through the ground, illuminating that part of the sky.
But it was late at night, and the sun couldn't possibly rise in the west.
The only explanation is a fire.
A rare and massive fire swept across the plains of the river valleys, a field poised for a bountiful harvest. The wind fanned the flames, and the fire fueled the wind, turning the entire sky crimson.