Chapter 212 Fighting

"Magic Mountain."

Viserys clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, his eyes locked on the giant man who looked like a big mountain in front of him, and his eyes showed unprecedented solemnity.

'Magic Mountain' Gregor Clegane, known as the 'First Wicked Man of the Seven Kingdoms', can also be called the most powerful knight in theory in the Seven Kingdoms today.

Gregor Clegane won this title not because he possessed the best swordsmanship in the Seven Kingdoms, but because he was so tall that the pressure on his face made Viserys feel that he was breathing a little. Not smooth.

What's even more terrifying is that the huge body of the magic mountain did not affect his speed and agility at all, plus his swordsmanship was not bad.

This guy is simply a machine made to kill.

huh~

The silver-haired boy's breathing became a little heavy unconsciously, his throat rolled slightly, and he let out a light breath.

At the same time, he kept stepping back, carefully controlling the distance between himself and the big man.

"Damn."

"Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?"

On the other side, Illyrio, who had been struck by a sword in his thigh, was pale and bloodless at the moment, and the injured part of his leg was still bleeding, leaning against the cold wall.

In fact, Illyrio arranged a backhand in advance in case of emergency. If something really happened, there would be reinforcements to rescue them.

However, for some unknown reason, Illyrio's arrangement has not yet arrived.

At this moment, the governor with the yellow split-beard looked at the big man Viserys was facing, and his already pale face looked even more desperate.

"Viserys? Are you sure you want to fight this guy?"

"He's the tallest person I've ever seen!"

Not only those governors of Pantos, but even Illyrio felt that Viserys had no chance of winning this battle, and the Pantos soldiers who had surrounded the battlefield and flashed out of the open space now felt the same.

"The gods are above!"

"This guy might be able to fuck a dragon!"

"Who can fight him?"

There was still chatter on Illyrio's side, but Viserys had no time to pay attention to the terrified Governor.

Because this is the most dangerous moment he has ever faced.

He didn't know who would win or lose if Drogo was still alive in a one-on-one duel with the Demon Mountain, but now the guy from the Demon Mountain brought him more psychological pressure than Drogo.

"Viserys Targaryen."

And at this moment, the giant man who was extremely tall and shrouded in heavy armor said abruptly.

His voice was low and loud, like the big bell in St. Belle Cathedral, and even hearing it at close range could feel his ears buzzing.

Under the heavy helmet, Moshan's cold eyes also locked on the silver-haired little guy in front of him.

silver hair.

He remembered that at that time he was kneeling in front of a guy with silver hair, whose face was somewhat similar to the boy in front of him.

However, he hated kneeling before people.

There were two things that the honorable Sir Gregor Clegane hated most in his life, the first being that there were other men who looked better than him, and the second that he was kneeling before others.

And the silver-haired man took them all, and put the sword around his neck.

So he hates people with silver hair.

"Your brother Rhaegar personally made me a knight."

Gregor Clegane spoke again, his voice still loud and his eyes icy at the little guy in front of him.

At the same time dragging the heavy sword with one hand on the ground, sparks burst out, and walked towards Viserys.

"Is it?"

And Viserys didn't know why the magic mountain brought up this past, and he frowned slightly and continued to speak.

"But you betrayed him."

Although he was talking, Viserys was still 200% attentive in his heart, staring closely at each other's movements, daring not to be the slightest sloppy.

But the next second.

The Magic Mountain suddenly swung the giant sword in his hand and slashed towards Viserys, as if he wanted to split Viserys' sword in half.

Although the size of the magic mountain is huge, but it does not move, the speed of the movement is also very amazing.

And Viserys saw that the other party suddenly attacked, although he was already prepared, his heart skipped a beat.

However, his reaction was still very fast, and he hurriedly dodged to the side to avoid the sword.

clang--

The magic mountain held the giant sword in one hand and slashed at the place where Viserys had just stood, and the gravel and dust splashed, directly smashing the floor where Viserys stood just now.

"hiss"

And the Pantos soldiers who were watching in the vacant space around them couldn't help but gasped when they saw this scene.

"This monster..."

His power is really too great.

And Viserys let out a small breath after dodging a sword from the Mountain. But he didn't fight back in a hurry, but still kept a proper distance from the opponent with Dusk in his hand, as if he was frightened by the magic mountain.

And Illyrio was also watching the battle between Viserys and the Magic Mountain while leaning against the wall, but his current situation couldn't help Viserys at all.

Even if he returned to twenty years ago, when he was still a young and robust mercenary, it would still be impossible for him to fight against such a terrifying big guy.

"Viserys, be careful!"

Illyrio could only speak to cheer on Viserys.

However, Viserys had no time to pay attention to the voice next to him at the moment, and he was facing this terrible enemy with all his strength.

He couldn't make a mistake like Oberyn's, as long as he gave this guy a chance to take a chance, he might die.

"This guy's attack range is too wide."

Viserys analyzed inwardly.

He also thought about how Oberyn had mentioned how to fight a big man when he was teaching him the art of spear.

Oberyn had never forgotten his sister's hatred, so he had been practicing over the years how to beat No, killing someone much bigger than himself.

"The big guys look muscular and vicious."

"But they also don't have much muscle in the neck, eyes, and other vital areas."

At that time, Oberyn was holding a spear in one hand, and the young silver-haired boy had just been knocked down by him, sitting on the ground panting.

Oberyn then gestured at the boy with the point of his gun.

"here."

"here."

The sharp point of the gun approached the boy's throat and eyes at close range.

"And here."

Snapped--

Finally Prince Dorn slapped Viserys on the butt with the barrel of his gun, urging him to get up from the ground quickly.

I did some after-sales service 2333, and made a little modification from chapter 206.