Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 151 I Request a "Trial by Combat"

"My Lannister giant."

Tyrion muttered in his heart, her tears were sentimental, her story was tearful, and her enemy was herself.

He obviously saved everyone and this sinful city.But now everyone is laughing, and the smiling faces one after another are like sharp knives piercing his soul.

Their mouths contort in joy, their stomachs fight, and many laugh so much that snot splashes from their nostrils.

What did Cersei promise her?Tyrion looked at Shae's face mournfully.

"I confess." He looked up at his father's pale green golden eyes, "I plead guilty!"

Lord Tywin remained silent.Prince Oberyn was slightly disappointed: "You admit that you poisoned the king?"

"I have nothing to say about that," said Tyrion. "I am innocent of Joffrey's death. I have committed a worse crime."

He took a step closer to his father. "I was born. I lived. My sin was being a dwarf, and I repent of it. And no matter how many times my good old man forgives me, I continue my infamy."

"Ridiculous! Tyrion," declared Lord Tywin, "just answer the question. This is not a trial of dwarves."

"Wrong, my lord, my whole life has been a trial for dwarves."

"Have you not defended yourself?"

"Nothing else - I didn't do it, but now I hope I did it." He turned his face to the hall, facing a sea of ​​whitewashed faces, "I hope I have enough poison To deal with you all, the only thing I regret about you is that I can't yet be the monster you imagined.

I'm innocent, but I can't get justice here.You have left me no choice but to turn to the gods of heaven.

I demand a trial by combat! ! ! "

"Have you lost your mind?" my father shouted.

"No, I finally found it. I demand a trial by combat!"

"He has that power, Your Honor," Queen Cersei reminded her father and Prince Oberon.

Duke Tywin was silent for a while, and hammered the table angrily.

"Have you any surrogate knight to vindicate yourself? Or are you going to fight yourself?" Lord Rowan asked the judge.

"Of course, my lords." An unexpected person stood up in the jury, "He has a proxy knight."

The silver-haired figure quickly became the focus of the entire hall.

All of a sudden, the hall was terribly quiet, all eyes were on Cole, and he said, "Gods witness, I, Cole Julius, will fight for my old friend Tyrion as a proxy knight to prove his innocence. "

Cersei hesitated for a moment, and then said angrily, "Ser Gregor Clegane will be Joffrey's acting knight. He just returned to the city the night before yesterday, so let the gods judge."

Cole saluted Tyrion slightly, then sat down quietly, as if it was an episode.

"The trial will proceed tomorrow." It took a while for Lord Tywin Lannister to regain his composure, and then announced.He got up to leave, his face terribly gloomy.

At night, Tyrion had a rare and peaceful sleep. When Cole stood up, his heart seemed to fall from the sky.

Anyway, win them and go with them, just like in the Eyrie.If you lose, you will go together.

Rising refreshed the next day, he begged to leave to meet his surrogate knight.

Came to Cole's yard, he was sharpening a sword with a whetstone.

Cole smiled slightly, "Tyrion, I never imagined that every time I see you, I have to go to trial by combat."

The little devil sat aside, "Gods, do you know what the singers call you?"

"Dwarf Redeemer."

The two smiled at each other.

Still slightly worried, Tyrion asked, "What about the big guy? He's almost eight feet tall, weighs thirty stone, and is muscular. His weapon is a two-handed greatsword, but he wields it with only one hand. A blow could split a man in two. His armor was so heavy that no one but he could put it on or even lift it."

"I'm much quicker than he is, Tyrion."

He frowned and looked at Cole's armor, "That said, isn't your armor too...too thin?"

Only one set of outer chain mail, knee pads, neck guard, gauntlets, and white bird cloak, and a round-pointed half-helm.

"Don't panic, Tyrion. Garland will lend me a set of plate armor," Cole said.

"That rose boy would be so kind?"

"I don't know how kind he is, but Margaery Tyrell drank that drink too, and maybe they'll think you're trying to kill her with her."

"I did not kill Joffrey," the dwarf declared again.

"I know, I just want to tell you, why is Margaery okay with that glass of wine?"

Tyrion was taken aback, and asked suspiciously, "She did drink, but she didn't seem to drink the last cup?"

Cole shrugged, "I'm so far away, how can I see clearly."

The people of the Tyrell family sent a set of plate armor without any heraldry imprint on it. Cole asked his servants to carry this set of armor, and then they walked to the arena.

The outer courtyard of the castle had been chosen as the arena, and it was already packed with people.

Someone even brought in stools.

The golden robe pushed out a sidewalk for the protagonist, and after Cole and the others walked into the center of the square, the civilians pointed and pointed for a while because of Tyrion's appearance.

And Cersei and his proxy knight, Ser Gregor Clegane, have been waiting for a long time. He wears a set of heavy armor from head to toe, which looks like a small iron mountain. The breathing hole is left, and there is a narrow hole next to the eye for observation.

Implanted in front of him was an ugly greatsword, the same size as Stark's heirloom "Ice". A normal person would have to raise both hands to lift this sword, but the Mountain only needs one hand. up.

On the high platform, Prince Martell and Lord Tywin are sitting on the top.

The archbishop walked forward slowly, wearing a tall crystal crown and dragging a long teaching uniform behind him. He held up the seven-color crystal, prayed for the judgment of the heavenly father, and prayed for the soldiers to give strength and courage to the righteous side.

Someone handed the Mountain a heptagram shield.

And Jose and Duran put on the outer half armor for Cole. When every knot and riveting hook were connected, Cole pulled out two scabbards from the scabbard in the attendant's hand. Hand with sword.

He really wants to use two swords.

The Magic Mountain came striding forward, Cole flexed his armor and stepped up.

Every time they took a step closer, Tyrion's heart beat violently, until they were about five meters away, and the Mountain swung the ugly sword straight down.

Get out of the way, get out of the way, Tyrion prayed in his heart.

But soon his eyes brought him a scene of despair, Cole actually stood motionless like a rock.

(End of this chapter)