Thousands of people came to watch the battle trial, and they were covered with walls, towers, roofs and treetops, not to mention the squares used to host the competition. The city guards and royal guards in King's Landing were driven away, and it was difficult to leave enough space. "They all came to see how I died." Tyrion concluded, "If everyone who entered the venue received a gold coin, I could become a Monopoly immediately."

"Give it to Dogian, who reserves grain and flowers. I am not an audience, so I won't give you money." Zhao Mai gave Tyrion three gold coins intriguedly, and then walked straight to one end of the duel arena, which belonged to him in the rest and preparation area. Dogian had been waiting for him there for a leisure time. She found a recliner, basking in the sun comfortably, and holding a glass of iced juice.

Even the dog bowl in front of the reserved grain was filled with ice water. The big tongue stirring inside made everyone dry. Queen Cersei slapped the plate the maid brought over. Although the red wine inside was of excellent quality, it was completely at a disadvantage without ice.

"That's the queen mother? She looks like a child." Zhao Mai reached out to the juice, but grabbed a blank. Dogian took the juice before him and handed it to Xiaohua (Gardener Long).

"Go out early and leave early. The food here is good, but the smell is so smelly." Dogian refers to the horrible powder, perfume, incense, and the garbage and feces in the city. "By the way, the queen once sent a special envoy to talk to you late at night. I'll refuse it to you."

"Ah! What a pity. Since you have refused to me, you have to compensate me for the late night talk."

"Yes. Let's wait for these two days." Dogian glanced at the opposite side of the venue, then shook his head: "Poor big guy."

She was talking about Zhao Mai's opponent this time, Sir Gregor, nicknamed "Demon Mountain". His height of more than two meters and his full armor made him look like a moving mountain fortress. As a minister of the Lannister family, Demon Mountain is a terrible mace, enough to break the heads of any enemy. It was originally planned that after he completed the competition here, he would go to Herenburg, where he would block Stannis.

All this plan will not succeed. Tyrion stood quietly in the sun, for some reason, and it seemed that all the noise around him could not affect him. He raised his head, looked at his still majestic father, his sister who was gritting teeth, and his brother with sad eyes. Of course, he also saw the Demon Mountain with irritability and fury in his eyes. "You know too little about what kind of opponent you are going to face," he concluded.

Duke Tywin's eyes slid past his dwarf son, and this ignorance was even more unbearable than disgust. Fortunately, Tyrion knew how long he would not need to endure. Duke Tywin raised his arm and immediately played the trumpet, calming the crowd. The Archbishop walked forward wearing a tall crystal crown, begging the Father to make a decision for their innocence and praying for the warriors to give the righteous side with strength.

"But justice is either something that exists in its own way or is obtained through hard work, and never given it." Zhao Mai said to himself, and then looked at the sky. He did not feel that there was a god paying attention to it at all.

Demon Mountain was equipped with a black iron shield and a giant sword in his other hand. He never wiped these two things, so there were always red stains on it. Taking heavy steps, Sir Crigan Grego stood in the center of the square, facing the Archbishop, and then looked at Zhao Mai with contemptuous eyes.

"It's time for me to go on stage." Zhao Mai took the opportunity to leave a kiss on Dogian's lips first, then jumped and ran up. He raised his eyebrows with a smile, and looked like he was a stinky fart, as if bullying Dogian was more important than a duel. Behind him, the Eight-Ming Jian, who wanted to make his debut, hurriedly followed, twisted his body hard in the air, and threw off the scabbard.

"Magic Sword?!" The audience exclaimed, and the guards' horns were useless this time. Zhao Mai stopped, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and walked over with the long sword on the ground. The heavy sword body and sharp sword blades directly cut the stone slabs on the ground, crushing them, leaving neat and profound marks.

The bishop was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed at Duke Tywin, who glared at him hard. He quickly focused his energy and explained the whole story of the duel, and then began a long prayer. Zhao Mai felt drowsy when he heard it, but this was one of the procedures of the duel and could not save it.

There is no god on the head. Even if there is one, at least this bishop cannot be summoned. When the duel is finally announced, the two of them must first set aside, retreat to both sides of the venue, and then wait for a sound of the call and then start the cumbersome steps to fight.

The Demon Mountain charges with an unstoppable feeling, but when he swings the giant sword, he always looks like a executioner who executes the slash: both strength and degree are good, but it can only be said to be skill, not martial arts. Zhao Mai raised one hand and spread his five fingers, and grabbed the giant sword that was chopping, nailing it into the air. Cracked one after another spread from the sword, and the cup in Queen Mother Cersei's hand fell to the ground and became fragments.

Tyrion couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw his sister's expression of disappointment and anger. He also saw his brother James throwing a comforting look at him. The relaxed expression was not fake, but someone cared about him. At the same time, Tyrion was also paying attention to his father, but Duke Tywin was still not as happy and angry as he felt a sense of appreciation for Zhao Mai for a moment.

Sir Grego suddenly pulled back the giant sword, but only took half of it back. He looked at the cross section of the broken sword in confusion.

"I didn't do anything to your weapons because there was no need."

Zhao Mai raised his eight-eyed sword and slashed across it. Whether it was a shield, armor, body or soul, it was neatly arranged in two sections. Gravity took over the subsequent work, and these parts fell one by one.

Flashes of air thrust began to spread from the square, and then there was silence. Because I couldn't believe everything in front of me, many people were still rubbing their eyes, and more people prepared a variety of cheers and cheers, but they all got stuck in their throats. Dojian yawned, finally got up from the recliner, stood up straight, stretched his body, and tidied up his clothes. "I can finally leave." The reserved grain buried his mouth in the ice drink, and Xilihulu quickly cleared the scene.

Tyrion looked at all this and finally saw his father frowning, and saw his lips trembling twice, but there was no loss of composure. Just like that? The little devil felt that he could say goodbye to the world.

The sword body of Jin Jin was spotless, but the square was stained with blood from the Demon Mountain. His strong upper body was still struggling and shaking, while Zhao Mai did not torture others' evil realms, so he added a sword to make him die quickly.
Chapter completed!