Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

However, although the Mountain was tall and possessed unparalleled ferocity, he was not a mindless brute.

It would be a grave mistake to think that the Mountain relied solely on his physical attributes and was completely unskilled in swordsmanship.

clang--

Gregor Clegane raised his sword to block the twilight of Viserys.

However, a new scar was added to the blade of his greatsword.

The Mountain's greatsword was also crafted at great expense by a master blacksmith. Although it is certainly far inferior to the Valyrian steel sword, it is still a fine weapon.

However, this weapon was greatly suppressed when it encountered a divine weapon that was on par with the Valyrian steel sword.

Gregor Clegane saw this and his cheeks, hidden beneath the flat-topped helmet, immediately darkened.

wow-

However, at that moment, Viserys suddenly seized the opportunity and rolled forward.

Her long, silver-gold hair was loose, and she swung her longsword, which pierced precisely into the gaps in the Demon Mountain Armor.

puff--

The cold longsword pierced through flesh and blood, then burst forth with an intense burning sensation, as if a flame were burning on the wound.

The next second, it slashed fiercely across the waist of the Demon Mountain.

laugh--

"Ok!"

Gregor Clegane suddenly let out a painful groan.

Blood gushed out from the gaps in the torn armor, staining the cold iron pieces red.

Viserys rolled forward and stabbed the Mountain with his sword, then stood up from the ground, his longsword stained with blood and his long silver-gold hair hanging down his back.

"call..."

"call…"

Viserys' chest rose and fell slightly as he breathed heavily, but his pale purple eyes flashed with coldness.

"What did you just say you did?"

"Sir Clegane?"

bang——

The colossal creature, nearly eight feet tall and weighing thirty stones, collapsed instantly, the heavy iron can kneeling on one knee.

"Ho-"

Cold sweat trickled down Gregor Clegane's flat-topped helmet, his fleshy face contorted in a grimace, and he let out a low growl of pain.

This is indeed one of his insurmountable weaknesses.

Gregor Clegane was so tall that he was somewhat hampered by Viserys's floor tactics.

Moreover, the opponent's swordsmanship was extremely precise, clearly having received guidance from a master. After failing the first attempt, the second time the opponent seized the opportunity in the battle with perfect accuracy, piercing through the gap in the opponent's armor.

This inevitably reminded him of the silver-haired youth who had personally knighted him.

The world remembers Rhaegar's melodious and poignant music, but the Mountain remembers his exquisite killing skills.

click -

Gregor Clegane fell to the ground wounded, kneeling on one knee. His armor creaked as he gasped for breath, blood staining his cold armor and trickling down his thighs to the ground.

All of this happened too suddenly.

The surrounding Pentos soldiers didn't even react immediately.

Then came an uproar.

"this..."

"how is this possible?"

The governors of Pentos, far away, had not anticipated this scene.

Ser Gregor Clegane had just been firmly in control, even kicking the Mad King's son so hard he coughed up blood.

However, in the blink of an eye, this seemingly invincible and almost unbeatable Demon Mountain collapsed with a roar.

There was some whispering among the governors.

They thought they were just watching a play with a predetermined ending, but they never expected a huge twist to occur near the end.

However, Governor Pentos was knowledgeable and experienced; the Hall family itself was in the arms and armor business, so he noticed something amiss and spoke up.

"The sword in the hands of the Mad King's son may be unusual; it may be a Valyrian steel sword."

He could tell that the Mountain was being outmatched in terms of weaponry; in several clashes, it was the Mountain's weapons that were at a disadvantage.

Although Gregor Clegane had a crushing advantage over Viserys in terms of equipment, since Viserys was only wearing light leather armor, this disadvantage also translated into a crushing advantage in agility.

The Mountain was wearing such heavy armor, which might be sufficient against ordinary weapons, but against a Valyrian steel sword, such defense might not be as solid as he had imagined.

While vital areas like the chest and back might be manageable, some vulnerable joints are as fragile as paper against a Valyrian steel sword.

...

On the battlefield.

"Well done, Your Majesty!"

"Go! Kill him!"

Illyrio was overjoyed at the sight and shouted.

Viserys ignored him, standing behind the Mountain, his gaze coldly fixed on the enormous figure kneeling on the ground.

Then, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke calmly.

"Sir Clegane, why are you silent now?"

Viserys made a sarcastic remark, and then it was clear that the Mountain's fist clenched slightly, as if he had been provoked.

However, despite his sarcastic remarks, Viserys remained on high alert.

He knew that this big guy wouldn't fall down just because of the little bit of blood that was released.

Chapter 214 Defeating

Then.

Viserys stepped forward, raised his longsword, and pretended to kill his opponent from behind.

However, it seemed as if the Demon Mountain had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Roar--"

Hearing Viserys approaching, the behemoth suddenly grabbed the greatsword from the ground, roared, and swung it horizontally behind it.

This was actually a trap set by Gregor Clegane.

He wanted to pretend he couldn't get up, and seize the opportunity when Viserys was careless after his victory to cut the wretched fellow in two with a single sword stroke.

To his disappointment, Viserys seemed to have been prepared for this all along.

He subtly stepped back and dodged Demon Mountain's sudden sword strike once again.

wow-

But Gregor Clegane also took advantage of the opportunity when Viserys was forced back to struggle to his feet.

This towering giant was not only muscular and a master swordsman, but also extremely cunning.

He wanted to lure Viserys into a trap, but Viserys was not so easily fooled.

"Whoo~"

"Whoo~"

The Mountain stood up, his massive body heaving violently as he continued to pant heavily.

Blood was still flowing from the wound on his waist inflicted by the longsword, and the cold black armor was stained with blood, turning it somewhat purple.

"Damn brat!"

"I'm going to kill you today!"

Then Gregor Clegane unleashed another muffled roar, his black and white eyes filled with madness.

Holding his greatsword high, he endured the excruciating pain in his waist and the constant flow of blood as he charged towards Viserys once more.

What kind of bullshit governor's order is this? Even if Duke Tywin Lannister spoke here, it wouldn't matter. The Mountain's violent temper is flaring up.

Today, Sir Gregor Clegane is determined to tear this wretched silver-haired boy to shreds.

Enraged by his injury, the Mountain became like a madman, even faster than when he was at his peak, charging towards Viserys like a furious brown bear.

However, Viserys remained remarkably calm in the face of the clearly enraged Mountain.

Call ~

The boy let out a soft breath, then dodged the Demon Mountain's charge with a slight movement, all the while taunting it.

"Mountain, is that all you've got?"

"die!"

However, Gregor Clegane ignored Viserys's taunts and continued his frenzied, sweeping sword attack.

"moment--"

Faced with this sword strike, Viserys' eyes flashed with a pale purple light, activating his extraordinary abilities.

Gregor Clegane's sword strike appeared extremely slow in his field of vision.

Viserys easily dodged another violent sword strike by stepping forward.

Then, with unerring accuracy, his longsword pierced Gregor Clegane's thigh through the gap in his armor once again.

puff--