The red-robed monk Thoros's longsword can transform into a flaming sword, but there's a problem: iron is prone to deformation at high temperatures and even more likely to break under heavy impact.
Therefore, Soros's swords were generally of average quality.
Because every sword costs money, even the best sword will be damaged and become brittle under the intense heat of a fire.
Soros, who enjoys fine wine and women, doesn't have that much money to buy a good sword!
Therefore, the swords Soros carries are all ordinary and inexpensive, but usually there are more than one.
While other knights carried only one sword, Soros typically carried three.
If a longsword breaks in combat with an enemy, he still has two other swords to use.
His flaming sword was difficult for many to handle.
If the enemy is on horseback, during a charge of warhorses, if the longsword suddenly bursts into flames, the enemy's warhorse will be startled, giving Soros the opportunity to kill the enemy.
For Soros, the fire was more beneficial than harmful!
However, when facing the Demon Mountain, both his advantages and disadvantages were overlooked.
The Mountain's greatsword was too long and heavy. When it clashed with Soros's flaming sword, Soros's flaming sword broke in two with just one strike. Soros's speed in drawing his sword was astonishing, a result of his rigorous training. In his exchange with the Mountain, he drew his sword as soon as it broke, and in three consecutive strikes, all three of his flaming swords broke in two.
Then, the Mountain grabbed him by the chest and threw him into the Red Fork River.
In that split second, the warhorse that the hound had charged through finally stopped at the riverbank and turned its head.
When the Hound faced the Mountain alone, he thought he could still put up a fight.
His spear has an advantage in penetrating armor!
However, as if the Mountain had already planned how to deal with his spear, he seized a warhorse and then charged at the Hound.
Even the Demon Mountain's giant sword stuck in the ground was of no use.
Just like in the last decisive battle, the Mountain abandoned his sword and used only Shield Bash to wipe out the Hound.
This time it wasn't a shield bash, it was a mounted bash!
The Hound, widely recognized as one of the most dangerous warriors in the Seven Kingdoms, was left with no choice but to run away!
The Hound realized that each time he failed, the Mountain hadn't played by the rules.
The Mountain used a sword for the first time, but it was a surprise attack, catching the Hound off guard. The Hound merely parried, and was defeated!
Second time: Shield Bash!
Third time: Horse attack!
The Hound couldn't even get a real fight; his superb swordsmanship was completely useless. The Mountain's fighting style was utterly devoid of chivalry: relying on his invincible strength, he always resorted to underhanded tactics to win, often with just one move!
Hound silently stood beside Soros, feeling as frustrated as Ilyn Payne, a sense of despair and helplessness rising within him.
The three of them joined forces in this tactic, which was planned in advance. They thought that the three of them would have no problem taking down the Demon Mountain. However, as it turned out, they were defeated before they could even use their superb swordsmanship!
The Mountain's fighting style is also completely different from before.
In the past, when he fought, he would unleash a barrage of attacks with his greatsword, his power was ferocious, and his opponents were enraged, leaving him with many openings.
The current Demon Mountain is calm and composed, doesn't play by the rules, isn't violent or angry, and is good at using his advantages to win with one strike!
His weapon, the greatsword, was used the least!
This is fucking unexpected!
Thirty men in golden robes surrounded Thoros, the Hound, and Ilyn Payne, while a square formation of over a thousand bewildered warriors, Riverlands lords, generals, and knights surrounded the Mountain and his group of thirty.
Sir Edmure stood with the Mountain among his group.
Mo Shan questioned who would dare to arrest him and convict him directly, but none of the more than a thousand people on the riverbank dared to answer.
It wasn't that the team lacked brave warriors, but rather that no one could defeat the Demon Mountain!
Going out is suicide!
Edmure also felt a sense of relief at his earlier victory at the Kneeling Staircase.
At that moment, the Mountain was about to deliver a desperate, all-or-nothing blow, and Edmure was no match for it.
The knights' might was no match for the Mountain, just as soft as tofu, bread, cheese, or an egg, easily crushed with a single punch.
This is similar to the height of a warrior; his imposing physique commands respect, but once he stands before the Mountain, he instantly transforms into a half-grown child.
The Mountain is simply too strong, a natural giant, unmatched!
On the balcony of the main castle in Flowing River, Maester Weyman said tremblingly, "Your Grace, Sir Gregor is so valiant. Sir Edmure is going with him. What if something unexpected happens..."
"No!" Duke Horst said. "After witnessing the battle just now, I'm actually relieved."
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"My lord? Why do you suddenly say this? You've always disapproved of Sir Edmure and Sir Gregor going to the Westerlands!"
"In the battle on the coast just now, Ser Gregor's control of the situation astonished me. He defeated Thoros, Ilyn Payne, and Sandor Clegane, but he didn't harm a single one of them. Why? All that was lost were their horses. Ser Gregor punished their arrogance and conceit in ignoring the truth, and intimidated everyone, but he didn't hurt a single one. Not a single person died, not a single person was injured. Such a fierce battle, yet not a single person bled."
After a moment of thought, a look of shock appeared on Scholar Weiman's face.
Duke Horst revealed his admiration: "Sir Gregor is no longer the Mountain we know. He is a different person, brave and resourceful, with extremely strong control. He not only maintained his own dignity and honor, but also did not harm the King's courtiers. The fierce battle seemed fierce, but the situation was under his control. He knew when to advance and retreat, understood loss, and kept his distance. He is truly a rare strategist!"
Scholar Weyman was shocked. The Duke's words were like a clearing of the clouds, bringing clarity to his mind. But the clearer the clarity, the more shocked he became!
"Sir Gregory is such a vicious and ruthless man... How could that be... Have we all been blinded by rumors?"
"Sir Wehman, Ser Gregor's silence at the Kneeling Staircase shows his ability to know when to advance and retreat; his silent night raid on Riverrun demonstrates his bravery; his killing of Ser Arnold to establish his authority, and his drowning of Edmure to force my submission, which resulted in Edmure writing an apology and a letter to Marvin, all demonstrate not only bravery but also wisdom!"
"Sir Gregory, who would never act recklessly, is a safe and sound man for Edmure!"
Bachelor Weiman was speechless with shock!
He looked at the Duke of Horst, who was suffering from illness. The Duke's health was deteriorating, but he still had sharp eyes, could see people clearly, and understood everything. He was also a truly capable man, whose wisdom and insight were far beyond those of other noble knights.
"In the Westerlands, we have produced an unparalleled statesman, Lord Tywin Lannister, and a wise and courageous general, Ser Gregor Samsa. Ah, thankfully, this is the Great Peace of the Seven Kingdoms. Maester Weyman, help me inside!"
Since it is an era of great peace among the seven kingdoms, why is the Duke so worried, with a furrowed brow?
"Yes, sir!"
Maester Weymann pushed the Duke into the house, and he turned back to look at the opposite bank of the river one last time.
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"Mountain, I have come here on the king's orders to capture you. I demand that you release Sir Edmure first." Soros rode out again, riding a guard's warhorse and taking the guard's longsword.
The Hound and Ilyn Payne changed their horses and weapons, and led thirty men in golden robes forward.