The hunting dog was afraid of fire; this was a secret he kept hidden.
The Hound's left cheek was burned when he was seven years old, after being pushed into a fire pit by the Mountain: his left ear was completely burned off, leaving only an ear hole; the muscles on his left scalp and chin were completely burned off; his left eye survived, but the new flesh around it was a twisted scar, with the scar surface becoming a black, hard lump; to this day, the muscles on his left jawbone have not fully grown back, and the bone is faintly visible beneath the twisted, fleshy skin.
From the moment he was burned, the hound became afraid of fire and had a phobia of flames.
To cover up the Mountain's brutality, the Hound and Ser Clegane, the Mountain's father, claimed that the Hound had accidentally started the fire in his bed.
The hatred between the two brothers was thus deeply rooted!
Born in Clegane Keep in Aegon's year 271, the Hound is twenty-seven years old this year, in the prime of his life. When sober, he is widely recognized as one of the most dangerous warriors in the Seven Kingdoms.
No one expected that the Hound, Queen Cersei's most powerful bodyguard, would end up being burned alive by his own brother, the Mountain.
Hounds are most afraid of fire, so the Mountain decided to use fire to deal with them.
The cruelty of the Devil Mountain is terrifying.
Many of those present had only heard of the Mountain's infamous cruelty, but few had actually witnessed it firsthand.
Today, the Demon Mountain will personally demonstrate to them what the'Seven Kingdoms' chief villain' truly is.
The Hound was horrified when he heard that the Mountain was going to burn him. No one knew that he was afraid of fire; it was a secret between the two brothers and a family scandal that Ser Clegane was once ashamed to talk about.
The Mountain's decision to burn the Hound alive shocked and surprised everyone!
Things will inevitably turn into their opposites when they reach an extreme!
The hound lying on the ground suddenly burst forth with astonishing strength. It violently pushed aside the shield above its neck, trembling all over with terror in its eyes, and fled into the arena.
The Mountain, shield in hand, glared pityingly at the Hound's back. Suddenly, he strode forward, slamming his shield into the Hound's back. With a thud, the Hound was thrown forward, slamming heavily into the ground. The Mountain then brought his shield down, pinning the Hound's sword beneath it.
The blade is laced with venom. If the hound recovers and swings wildly, it could injure the Mountain's weakest point: its calves.
Bernie came into the arena with a torch and handed it to the Mountain.
The Mountain knelt down on one knee and pressed down on the Hound's back, rendering the Hound completely immobile.
The Mountain asked Bernie for a knife, cut the cloth strip that bound the Hound's handle and hilt together, threw away his shield, picked up the Hound's longsword, and with a light stroke, pierced the Hound's arm.
The venom on the blade quickly spread throughout the hound's body along with the flow of blood.
Mo Shan stood up, flicked his wrist, deftly twirled his sword, and suddenly shouted, throwing his longsword away. It transformed into a streak of silver light, passing over everyone's heads, and with a whoosh, like an arrow, shot into the depths of the Trident River.
Pop!
A faint sound of water could be heard in the night breeze.
"Oil!" the Mountain roared!
His cavalry brothers immediately went to move the oil drums that were placed on the scene to help the torches, braziers and campfires burn!
Eddard Stark said in a deep voice, "Don't touch the oil!" As soon as he spoke, the guards of the North stepped forward, and with a clang of swords being drawn, several Mountain cavalrymen who went to fetch the oil were all pointed at by longswords.
The other brothers were enraged, abruptly rising to their feet and drawing their swords. However, more Northern Guards surrounded them, also drawing their swords and confronting them head-on.
The people of the North outnumbered the Mountain Riders by nearly double.
The Mountain's cavalrymen are surrounded by the Northern Guard!
The moment the swords were drawn by both sides, the atmosphere became tense. A slight misstep could cost someone their life.
Eddard Stark said calmly, "Ser Gregor, you have won the duel. You have two choices: either release the Hound out of brotherhood and let bygones be bygones, or you behead the Hound according to the rules, and we have nothing to say."
The Mountain turned and glared at Eddard Stark, who remained fearless!
The people of the North are known for their toughness, and Eddard Stark's toughness is especially so!
Unyielding in the face of power!
King Robert stood up and said in a deep voice, "The Mountain, did you hear what the Prime Minister said? We have no objection to your beheading of the Hound according to the rules, but I also disagree with your breaking of the rules by burning the Hound to death with kerosene in front of me, the Prime Minister, and so many royal courtiers. That is too cruel! Ser Barristan!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"The Mountain dared to burn the hunting dogs to death with kerosene; kill him!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
After all, if the king doesn't stand up and say a word about such a cruel thing, and it gets out, the king's image and the honor of the entire royal family will be damaged!
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Four Imperial Guards, one Imperial Enforcer, and five longswords drawn, pointed towards the Demon Mountain.
A duel was about to turn into a chaotic battle in which the King and Prime Minister joined forces against the Mountain and his crew.
The red-robed and gold-robed men watching the duel all placed their hands on their sword hilts, ready to draw their swords and fight.
The Mountain was fierce, violent, and invincible, but the king ordered that, without a doubt, the hundreds of guards in the gold and red robes would gang up on the Mountain and his thirty cavalrymen.
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The Mountain roared, "Damn it!" He hurled his torch at the Hound's face, picked up his shield, and stormed off in a rage.
Scholar Lucius rushed to the scene, eagerly anticipating the execution of the Hound of the Mountain.
He was filled with regret: the Mountain was blinded by rage and left too quickly; he didn't have time to persuade the Mountain to choose beheading!
After a knightly duel is decided, the victor must either kill the opponent on the spot or order the opponent to stand up, kneel on both knees, and then stand behind the opponent to behead them!
Although the power of life and death of the losing side has been handed over to another person, the rule is always beheading, and there is no precedent for burning someone to death with oil.
Of course, a super scumbag like The Mountain has set countless cruel precedents!
However, today is different. His Majesty the King of the Kingdom and Duke Ed, known for his integrity and uprightness, are present. Ed is the Kingdom's new Prime Minister, and he cannot allow the Mountain to run rampant without speaking out to stop it!
The Mountain's "overreaction" was also an insult to the Prime Minister's honor and a contempt for the King's authority!
The only unhappy person in the arena was probably Prince Joffrey. The excitement that was hard to hide in his blue eyes gradually turned into disappointment as the Mountain left in a rage.
If the Mountain were to set the hounds ablaze, it would certainly be a more spectacular sight than a beheading!
Clang clang clang!
The Northern guards, who were forced to sheath their swords, were forced to keep the Mountain Brothers at bay.
Clang clang clang!
The swords of the Imperial Guards and the Imperial Enforcers were also sheathed.
The Hound's brothers had no choice but to sheath their swords. Their faces contorted with rage and menacing expressions, they fled in pursuit of their lord, Lord Mountain.
Scholar Lucius stood in the dueling arena and saw the hound convulsing, unable to stand, its eyes filled with terror as it stared at the torch, like a helpless child who had seen something horrible. This gave Scholar Lucius a sense of pleasure.
Maester Lucius spoke, his voice clear and resonant, almost like singing: "Your Majesty, Your Excellency, Lords, Sirs, Knights, Sir Gregor has won the duel and has thus gained the right to kill the Hound, but the Seven have not granted him the cruel act of burning it. The Mountain has voluntarily stepped out of the duel, indicating that he has relinquished his right to behead the Hound to the Seven. I declare the duel between the Mountain and the Hound over, and all enmity between them is now settled!"