Chapter 839

Thousands of people came to watch the trial. They were all over the city walls, towers, roofs and treetops, not to mention the square where the contest was held. The city guards and the iron guards of the imperial forest in Junlin city were forced to leave enough space. "They all came to see how I died." Tyrion concluded, "if everyone who enters the stadium receives a gold coin, I can become a millionaire immediately."

"Here you are. Dorgian, reserve grain and floret. I won't give you money if I'm not an audience. " Zhao Mai gave Tyrion three gold coins, and then went straight to the end of the duel field, which belonged to his rest and preparation area. Dogian had been waiting for him there long ago - in a casual way. She found a reclining chair, comfortable in the sun, with a glass of iced juice on hand.

Even the dog bowl in front of the grain reserve is filled with ice water. The big tongue stirred in it makes people dry. Empress cersei slapped the maid's plate. Although the red wine in it was of excellent quality, it was completely out of favor without ice.

"Is that the Empress Dowager? It looks like a kid. " Zhao Mai reaches for the juice, but grabs an empty one. Dogian took the juice before him and handed it to Xiaohua (yuandinglong).

"Fight early and leave early. The food here is good, but the smell is really bad. " Dogin refers to the atmosphere of the terrible powder, perfume, incense and the garbage and excrement in the city. "By the way, the queen once sent a special envoy to talk to you late at night. I've turned you down. "

"Ah! It's a pity. Now that you have turned me down, you have to compensate me for talking late at night. "

"Yes. Let's wait for these two days to pass. " Dorgian glanced across the field, then shook his head: "poor big man."

She is talking about Zhao Mai's opponent, sir Gregor, whose nickname is "Magic Mountain". More than two meters tall, plus full body armor, he is like a mobile mountain fortress. As a subordinate of the Lannister family, magic mountain is a terrible hammer, enough to break the head of any enemy. It was originally planned that after completing the contest here, he would set out for herrenburg, where he would stop Stannis.

None of these plans will succeed. Tyrion stood quietly in the sun. Somehow, he was very quiet. It seemed that all the noise around him could not affect him. He looked up at his father who was still dignified, his sister who was gnashing her teeth, and his brother who was full of worry. Of course, he also saw the devil mountain full of rage and fury in his eyes. "You don't know much about what kind of opponent you're going to face." He concluded.

Duke tywin's gaze glided over his dwarf son, a disregard more unbearable than disgust. Fortunately, Tyrion knew that he didn't need to endure much longer. Prince tywin raised his arm, and a dozen trumpeters played immediately to silence the crowd. Wearing a high crystal crown, the Archbishop stepped forward, praying for the heavenly father to make a decision on their innocence, and praying for the soldiers to give strength to the just side.

"But justice, which is either inherent or hard won, has never been granted." Zhao Mai said to himself, and then looked at the sky. He didn't feel any gods paying attention to it.

Magic Mountain is equipped with a black iron shield and a huge sword in the other hand. He never wipes these two things, so there are always red stains on them. With heavy steps, sir crigon Gregor stood in the middle of the square, facing the archbishop, and then looked scornfully at Zhao Mai.

"It's my turn." Zhao Mai took advantage of the opportunity to leave a kiss on duo Ji'an's lips, and then jumped up. He picked his eyebrows with a smile, and he looked like he had succeeded in a treacherous scheme. It seemed that bullying duo Jian was more important than a duel. Behind him, bamujian, who wanted to make his debut, quickly followed him. He twisted himself in the air and threw off the scabbard.

"Magic sword?" The audience screamed, and this time the guard's bugle was useless. Zhao Mai stops, grabs the handle of the sword and drags his sword on the ground. The heavy body and sharp blade directly cut and crush the stone slabs on the ground, leaving neat and deep marks.

The bishop was stunned for a moment, and his eyes twinkled at Duke tywin, who glared at him. He quickly concentrated on explaining all the details of the duel, and then began a long prayer. Zhao Mai was sleepy when he heard this, but this was one of the duel procedures, which could not be saved.

There are no gods on the head. Even if there is, at least the bishop cannot be summoned. When the duel is finally announced, the two people have to distance themselves, retreat to both sides of the field, wait for a signal to ring, and then start fighting - tedious steps.

When he charged, he felt unstoppable, but when he waved his huge sword, he was always like a beheader: his strength and speed were very good, but it was only technology, not martial arts. Zhao Mai raised his hand and opened his five fingers. He grabbed the huge sword and nailed it in the air. Cracks spread from the sword, and the cup in empress cerxi's hand fell to the ground and became fragments.

Tyrion was relieved to see the disappointment and anger on his sister's face. He also saw his brother James give him a happy look, that relaxed expression is not fake - it seems that some people care about themselves. At the same time, Tyrion has been paying close attention to his father, but Prince tywin is still happy and angry, just for a moment there is a kind of appreciation of Zhao Mai.Sir Gregor jerked back his sword, only half of it. He looked suspiciously at the cross section of the broken sword.

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

Zhao Mai raised his eight eye sword and cut it horizontally. No matter it was shield, armor, body or soul, they were all neatly divided into two parts. Gravity took over the rest of the work, and the parts fell one by one.

Puffs of air began to spread from the square, and then there was silence. Because I can't believe everything in front of me, many people are still rubbing their eyes, and more people are ready for a variety of cheers and cheers, which are all stuck in the throat. Dogian yawned and finally got up from the couch, straightened up, stretched out and straightened up. "At last it's almost ready to go." Grain reserves will be buried in the mouth ice drink, Xili snore quickly clear the market.

Tyrion looked at all this, and finally saw his father frown and his lips shake twice, but without any gaffe. That's it. The little devil felt that he could say goodbye to the world.

Zhenjin's sword body is spotless, but the square has been dyed red by the blood of magic mountain. His strong upper body was still struggling and shaking, but Zhao Mai didn't have the evil interest of tormenting others, so he made up a sword and let him die quickly.

This is the process of the trial, the roughest law in westero.