Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

"Is there still justice in Winterfell?" Little Finger had a headache and was heartbroken. "Can I still believe in Stark's honor? I don't deny that I said something for my life, but if these unsubstantiated accusations are placed on me, I'm not convinced," he said. Neck, "If I can, I want King Viserys' men to be witnesses for us. Tyrion Lannister accuses me, then, I demand a fair trial so that I can get justice for myself, for the gods in heaven and the people on earth To decide what is right or wrong.”

Everyone in the study looked at Littlefinger.

Everyone can see Littlefinger's anger and injustice.

So much so that Sansa couldn't look into Littlefinger's eyes. After what happened in the cellar, when she retrieved the dagger, she learned the origin of the dagger and what happened between Caitlin from Brienne and Harwin, so she was actually wary of Littlefinger. . After returning to Winterfell, Sansa discovered that Littlefinger was instigating her to seize Arya's power and responsibility, using their past and Sansa's love for Aegon as reasons to do many things.

Sansa realizes that Littlefinger may use some "secrets" and "common interests" to control her weakness and eat her for the rest of her life, so she will stab her hastily when she finds an opportunity.

She is still very unskilled, after all, she has not seen many smooth die-hards like "Littlefinger".

Arya's eyes kept scanning Littlefinger and Tyrion, and from time to time she would pass by Sansa and the knight behind her.

Lyn Corbray had a playful expression, while Brienne had a solemn look on her face, looking at Littlefinger strangely.

Although Littlefinger has always claimed to be a minor noble of the Five Fingers Peninsula in Winterfell, he is now backed by half of the knights of the Vale. He is the husband of their Aunt Lysa and is closely related to the Vale forces. In any case, no one can refuse his request for trial, and there is no way to convict him based on a few words that lack real evidence or witness.

"Are you sure?" Arya paused, her tone was calm and solemn, "Lord Petyr Baelish, now you are only accused, but if the trial results prove that you are indeed guilty, then according to the laws of the kingdom, , even if you admit the many accusations made by Tyrion Lannister, if you lose, it means that you did lie to my mother Catelyn, causing her to misjudge Tyrion and causing him to be blamed. "The charge of murdering Bran?"

Arya only kept the part of Tyrion's accusation in words, but if Tyrion's accusation is true, there will be a series of follow-up.

Arya couldn't help but narrow her eyes.

Littlefinger still looked extremely indignant: "Duke Arya, I have always respected the Stark family selfishly because of Lord Ed's character and Lady Catelyn's relationship. I didn't expect that you would do it because everyone knows It is unwise for Tyrion, a little devil who is full of lies and nonsense, to make such an unfair judgment on me, of course, but I cannot allow myself to be accused like this and only be questioned without being able to defend myself. "

Arya already understood his wishes and turned to look at Tyrion: "Tyrion Lannister, the person you accuse will be tried by combat with you. Will you accept the trial?"

Tyrion stared directly at Littlefinger: "I want to know, will you do it yourself, Lord Baelish?"

"Anyone with a pure stance will be favored by the gods." Littlefinger looked back at Tyrion, and then at Lynn Corbray, "Ser Lynn, you have always been my wife Lysa's right-hand man. Please." You serve as my acting knight."

Lynn Corbray stepped forward from behind Sansa: "Of course, the gods will judge this matter fairly."

Everyone in the room couldn't help but look askance at what he said.

Lynn Corbray is a long-famous knight of the Corbray family in the Vale. Due to Lynn's achievements on the battlefield, Lynn's father passed down the family's Valyrian steel sword Lady Silence to him before his death. .

This is a powerful warrior with a tile steel sword.

On the opposite side, Tyrion was just a dwarf with no followers, his hands were frostbitten, and he was short.

Tyrion glared at Littlefinger: "Since Lord Petyr asked the gods to judge, why not let the gods open their eyes and show us mortals' respect for the gods? I demand a seven-son trial. I demand it as an accusation. I, the one who has been accused, will join the trial together with the accused Lord Petyr. As you said, Lord Petyr, the gods will definitely favor anyone who has a pure stance!”

As soon as he said this, Littlefinger immediately replied angrily: "You want to delay time?"

Tyrion asked back: "You don't dare? Are you afraid? Do you have something in your heart? It's you who asked for the referee!"

The Trial of Seven Sons is another form of trial by combat. Two teams of seven people on each side engage in a melee. During the Trial of Seven Sons, if the accuser is defeated or surrenders, the accusation will be invalid and the accused will be declared innocent. crime. If the accused person dies in battle, it is believed that the gods have pronounced him guilty and the Trial of the Seven Sons is over. If a person cannot find six people who believe in him and are willing to fight for him, then he is obviously guilty.

There has not been a Trial of the Seven Sons in the history of Westeros for nearly a hundred years. The last recorded Trial of the Seven Sons was at the Tourney of Ashford between Duncan the Tall and Aerion Targaryen.

Tyrion glared at Littlefinger, clearly caught off guard by his anger.

It is not difficult to find six knights to fight for him. What is difficult is that the seven knights, Littlefinger, have to join the battle.

Speaking of which, Littlefinger, who has never fought on the battlefield, may be far less effective in the melee than Tyrion, because Tyrion has really fought on the battlefield.

While being escorted by Caitlin to the valley, Tyrion killed the attacking bandits in the melee and seized a shadow lynx fur; during the War of the Six Kings, the little devil participated in the battle on the river battlefield and fought with him. The tribesmen fought off the northerners together, and even captured a northern nobleman by mistake; on the Great Wall, Tyrion was deeply involved in the defense of the city for two years.

There is also a hidden condition for the Seven Sons trial, because both sides need to gather seven warriors, so there is no doubt that the defenses and testimonies of both sides will be forced to be made public in Winterfell. Tyrion is now a member of the Night's Watch, with nothing but death and being barefoot, while Littlefinger also has a noble title and the identity of Lysa's husband.

Once a private trial becomes public, things become complicated.

Trial by combat is a winner-takes-all rule. Both sides have different chips. Littlefinger, who is calculating carefully, obviously loses.

Littlefinger chuckled: "Duke Arya, Tyrion Lannister is obviously making trouble unreasonably. He wants to spread his lies to the whole city. I am still alive, so I don't care about his slander and attacks, but these are nothing. Isn’t the spread of unsubstantiated accusations smearing the wisdom and reputation of Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn?”

Arya said without changing her expression: "What my father values ​​most is justice, and the North will give justice to everyone."

Littlefinger spread his hands: "Since you said so, let's set a time. You may not know, Duke Arya, I have heard about the little devil's cleverness. He once asked for a message to be sent to the Eyrie. Jaime Lannister. Don't let this evil dwarf lead you in."

Arya replied to him: "Thank you for your advice. I will make my own judgment."

Tyrion raised his head and looked up: "Don't be in a hurry to smear me, Petyr. The judgment of the Seven Gods takes seven hours to prepare. After seven hours, we will leave everything to the judgment of the gods at the school grounds of Winterfell. How about ?”

"Very good." Littlefinger nodded carelessly.

In Winterfell, the northern territory of the Old God Faith, another trial of the Seven Sons that had been recorded for nearly a hundred years was settled.

——

As soon as he went out, Tyrion met Littlefinger, who had been waiting for him for a long time: "It's so interesting that you and I think we are smart people, but we have to use such a barbaric way to resolve disputes."

"Barbaric way?" Tyrion observed the nearby environment and stopped. "You don't believe in the judgment of the gods? Or are you afraid that the gods will give true justice?"

"Well," Littlefinger frowned in confusion, "I still can't understand why you want to fight with me to the death?"

"Really?" Tyrion didn't believe a word he said, "You don't know?"

Littlefinger wondered: "What have I done?"

Tyrion heard the footsteps behind him: "Stop doing these vain tricks, Littlefinger. Your lies can't fool me. For the sake of Stark's face, I haven't told them that you are spreading propaganda in King's Landing. It was you who started what happened to Caitlin Bao, you Do you know how angry Catelyn was when she heard this rumor? And it is very easy to verify. Arya and Sansa only need to ask the hounds to find out what you have said about Lady Catelyn in the palace circles of King's Landing. Such rumors.

What surprises me is that you actually approached Lady Catelyn and survived the confrontation with her by relying on sweet talk. I guess you have exposed me again, haven't you? Lady Catelyn hates me more than you because she doesn't see you for who you are, which is so tragic. "

Littlefinger saw Arya and Sansa approaching not far behind Tyrion, and he regretted staying here to talk trash to Tyrion.

As expected, Arya heard Tyrion's words: "What kind of rumors? About my mother?"

"Oh," Tyrion heard this, frowned and turned his head as if he had made a mistake, and said with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, Lord Duke. I shouldn't have extended the matter between him and me to your deceased mother. It’s really disrespectful to the deceased.”

Arya ignored Tyrion and turned to look at Littlefinger: "What kind of rumors?"

"It's just some mistakes I made when I was young." Littlefinger tried hard to maintain the smile on his face, "Forgive me if I have something else to do, I'll take my leave first."

After saying this, the scheming fox turned his head, and his smiling face turned completely dark. He knew that Tyrion would destroy everything he had in Winterfell.

Arya's face was dark and she looked at the hound: "Sandor, hound, tell me, what kind of rumors are they?"

The hound couldn't help but glance at Tyrion, looking like he wanted to tear his mouth open.

Sansa, Arya, Brienne, and Mormont looked over together.

Tyrion seemed frozen in place.

"This is not a decent thing, do you really want me to say that, wolf girl?" The hunting dog was quite helpless.

"Say." Arya replied firmly.

"Yes. As you heard, Wolf Girl, in the Red Keep Palace during Robert's time, many people have heard Littlefinger talk about his old relationship with your mother. He said that there was love between him and Mrs. Tully. The palace Everyone here has heard him talk about Mrs. Tully's bulging breasts and her cute little cherry mouth - damn, this half-man did it on purpose, and you have to listen to me?"

"Lady Catelyn never did!" Before Arya could react, the female rider of the Mormont family interrupted, "Lady Tully was still a virgin when she married into Winterfell. Many old women of my age in Winterfell can testify to this. When Lord Eddard and his wife were making trouble in the bridal chamber - in short, Duke Arya, Miss Sansa, this rumor is a lie with ulterior motives, a vicious slander, and a humiliation and smear without honor. Please let me take people to capture Littlefinger. I can find Lady Maggie and even Lady Barbare to prove this for you."

Brienne was furious: "This Littlefinger is really bad to the core. He actually used this kind of thing to slander the lady! I knew he was full of lies!"

"I say, Lord Duke, forgive me for being so talkative, this kind of thing is not good to say publicly, the dead are gone, don't let the lady's reputation be damaged -"

"Shut up!" Sandor interrupted Tyrion directly, "Half-man, it's not your turn to speak here."

Tyrion shut up angrily.

Sansa bit her lip, she was inexplicably angry, and at the same time, a different emotion rose in her heart, so she said: "Arya, mother's body is still warm, we really shouldn't let her reputation be damaged, but we can't do nothing, we should give him the punishment he deserves!"

Yes, yes, yes. This is what Tyrion was waiting for. He coughed softly and asked: "Ahem, everyone, can I say something?"

The Hound stopped him: "No!"

"Speak." Sansa answered at the same time. She glanced at Tyrion, and then quickly looked away, her eyes swept over the Hound, not daring to look directly at it, and explained to Arya, ". I mean, Arya, can we..."

The Hound turned to look at Sansa, and saw that there was a hint of joy in the little girl's expression. This made Sandor feel disillusioned for some reason. The girl who used to be moved and sad by the heroic ballad has become a stupid woman who made him unable to compare and overlap with his memory, and felt strange and disillusioned.

"I know what you're going to say, Sansa." Arya interrupted Sansa, "But we can't confuse some things. The trial by combat has been set, and I have promised to treat them fairly on behalf of Winterfell. Sansa, do you understand what I'm saying?"

Tyrion has understood Arya's attitude. The Duke of Stark is still Stark. But he looked at Sansa, made a regretful expression, and shut up.

"I didn't expect it, Arya. What does your mother's honor mean to you? And your father, you know, in the throne room, your father was killed by him-"

"Sansa!" Arya interrupted her again, "Their trial has been handed over to the old gods and the new gods to judge. We respect the gods, the law, and honor. Let the new gods and the old gods judge between them. I swear, if Littlefinger survives, I will deal with him in my own way."

Tyrion looked at Arya. Although he didn't think so, the result of the trial of the seven sons would be affected no matter how Stark dealt with it. If Tyrion wins, it's fine, but if Tyrion loses, they will have to wait a long time to deal with Littlefinger.

"Excuse me, my Lord," Tyrion looked at Arya, then at Sansa, "Miss Stark. I'm afraid you won't have a chance to deal with him. Although Lady Catelyn and I had an unpleasant misunderstanding, I don't mind fighting to defend her reputation in the trial by combat. Although I know it's a bit abrupt at the moment, I think that although Sandor is now loyal to the Stark family, he should have the power to make his own decisions, right?"

The Hound glared at Tyrion after hearing this.

But Tyrion didn't care at all, and looked at the Hound: "Sandor Clegane, can I talk to you alone?"

The Hound responded without waiting for Arya to speak: "You want me to fight for you, don't even think about it!"

"See this scar?" Tyrion ignored him, only showing the hideous scar on his face, "At the Blackwater, Sandor, because you ran away, I had to fight in the battlefield, and I almost died to protect you. Oh, now you have become a guest of the Stark family, and everything in the past is written off, right? I want to know if you think of the sea of ​​fire in the Blackwater when you sleep at night?"

Sansa couldn't help looking at the Hound when she heard it. On the night of the Battle of the Blackwater, the Hound found her in the palace before he fled. People say that the Hound is afraid of fighting and fleeing, but she knows that it is because of fire. The Hound is afraid of flames.

The Hound looked coldly: "I eat well and sleep well, what does it have to do with you? The scar on your face is your own, what does it have to do with me? Did I do it?"

"I suspected that you had your reasons," Tyrion shrugged, "but now it seems that you are indeed a coward."

The Hound pouted: "If I don't help you, I'm a coward, huh? Whatever you want, you can say whatever you want."

Faced with the unyielding Hound, Tyrion had to give up the fight.

Compared with Tyrion's unfavorable start, Littlefinger quickly gathered people. Lynn Corbray, Michel Redford, Lotho Brune, Leon Stone and other Vale knights and Littlefinger's good men joined him in the battle.

As for Tyrion, although he tried to contact some well-known knights of the Targaryen Warband and invited several famous knights on the grounds of historical transmission, he still did not get involved. As a last resort, Tyrion could only turn to Aegor Rivers, with whom he had a life-and-death friendship when they were guarding the city by the Eastsea, and Rollo Soloso, the half-blood from Braavos whom he had saved from the frozen sea. Tyrion originally thought that Winterfell would help him, but he obviously misjudged the situation.

However, just when it seemed that Tyrion could only turn to the mercenaries of the Braavos Mercenaries for help, a madman found him while passing by the ward.

"You, I know you. You need help, I know."

A tall figure with a broken foot on crutches suddenly stopped Tyrion in the ward, startling him. He asked: "Who are you?"

"I, it doesn't matter who I am. A warrior will give a verdict, and a warrior will give courage and wisdom to the righteous. I heard what you just said. You are right, he is a bad guy, there is no doubt about it. Out of honor and faith, let me help you.”

Tyrion looked at the other person's head and one foot hesitantly: "Help me."

The other party said: "I am James Weishui, son of a warrior."

James.

Tyrion paused when he heard the name. From the monks who came from King's Landing, they heard that the Red Keep had been burned to ruins and that no one in the castle had survived. After the Battle of King's Landing, it was heard that many burnt bodies were found in the throne room, and news about James disappeared.

The bachelor who was accompanying the army in Winterfell arrived at this time: "Here! James, it's time to take medicine."

The warrior's son shouted: "No, I will fight. You don't understand, you all don't understand."

The bachelor of the army looked at Tyrion: "Don't pay attention to him. He is the son of a warrior who went north from King's Landing to the Great Wall with Brother North. He was frostbitten on the way, one leg was frozen to death, and his brain was burned out. He has gone crazy. "

"Lies! I'm not crazy!" James Weishui became excited. "You ordinary people can't see it. The glory of a warrior is bestowed upon me. I am the son of a warrior! Let me fight. Let me fight for justice. Fight for justice. Fight, fight for the glory of the gods!"

"Here," the bachelor accompanying the army spread his hands helplessly, "as you can see."

Tyrion looked at the son of a fanatical warrior hesitantly: "If I understand correctly, you are saying that the warrior believes that I am right?" Tyrion had heard that Brother North and the others would treat the warrior and Wessey King Lys linked together.

The bachelor who accompanied the army had already heard about Tyrion and looked at Tyrion in confusion: "Are you crazy too?"

"He can fight, can't he?" Tyrion suddenly felt that he might give it a try. "Do you have a sword? Can you hold a sword? Do you have a horse?"

The seemingly mad warrior's son replied: "Give me a sword, and I will have a sword, and give me a horse, and I will have a horse."

Tyrion once again confirmed the other party's tallness: "It is my honor, the warrior is with you and me." He began to think, this Jaime had broken a leg, so he needed to do some work on his saddle.

The news that the Little Devil and Littlefinger will conduct a trial of seven sons soon spreads in the castle, causing heated discussions and attracting everyone's attention.

There are different opinions as to why, but one thing is certain that the matter is very complicated, involving political struggles in the past on the eve of the War of Six Kings, and even during the period of King Robert.

To be honest, most people don't really care what the two sides are fighting for.

People just wanted to see fighting, and under the Targaryens, taking sides in the political controversies of King Robert's time was obviously not a good idea. Therefore, more people sit on the sidelines and treat this matter with a spectator mentality.

Walking around the castle, you can't help but encounter hunting dogs again.

"I heard you found a cripple?"

Tyrion replied: "No, he is the son of a warrior, the illegitimate son of a certain family in the Narrow Sea Kingdom. Have you seen his height? He is really a big man. Although he is slightly smaller than you, I dare say that in Of all the people in Winterfell, he is the tallest."

The hunting dog sneered: "Half-man, are you trying to humiliate me in another way?"

"Have I?" Tyrion shrugged, "Are you too sensitive? He is still a monk in training. Haven't you noticed that if I die in battle, he can directly take over the preparation of a new funeral and throw away my body? Burned into ashes in the flames. In the long night and cold winter, no one is willing to do much now. I am afraid that I will become a servant of the White Walkers after death. Only then did people think of helping me hold a funeral. There was not even a monk, an oil can, or a handful. Something happened."

"What I'm trying to say is, I don't owe you anything."

"Yes." Tyrion lowered his voice, "What about Joffrey?"

The hunting dog muttered: "...I don't owe him anything. You killed him, and I didn't do anything to you."

"Me?" Tyrion chuckled softly, "In the dungeons of King's Landing, I was thinking. Who framed me and put the crime on me. I once thought that I was forcibly married by Lord Tywin. My Sansa Stark, but come to think of it, she doesn't have that intelligence and ability, so who else does that in Jo? If the person who could pick up Sansa immediately after Foley was killed said that he had nothing to do with Xiao Qiao's death, would you believe it? Xiao Qiao was a bad guy, an idiot, he was stupid and bad, and he deserved his death. , Sandor Clegane. You said you didn't owe Xiao Qiao anything. When you said this to me, did you have a good conscience? "

The hunting dog rolled his eyes at him: "What does this have to do with you?"

Tyrion stretched out his hand to him: "You only have this one chance, Sandor Clegane. Only this time, you can stand on the side of justice, use the fighting field I provide, and do something that can make you confused and entangled." Stupid things that make you feel better inside.”

"Don't act like you understand me. You have no proof."

Tyrion knew that the evidence he was talking about was the last thing: "Why don't you ask? I will ask him clearly in front of him, Sandor, I promise I will. Do you want to go with him to hear his answer? "

"If the gods are really watching this trial, half-man, even if you are right, you will go to hell for blasphemy."

"Yes, so," Tyrion said nonchalantly, "Do you want to join, Sandor Clegane?"

--

Seven hours passed quickly.

The warriors summoned by both sides took a nap and rested their spirits. Then, under the proxy host of a septa from the First Regiment, the fight began in the parade ground of Winterfell.

The two sides of the fight made their accusations and rebuttals to each other on the field. After the septa wrote down the names of the two sides and their demands and placed them under the holy light of the seven-pointed star of the Seven Gods, the trial of the seven sons that had already shocked the entire Winterfell castle officially kicked off.

As mentioned before, no one cared about the reason for their fight, and no one responded to their statements.

It was not until the two sides stood on the left and right and started on the parade ground that the surrounding armies began to cheer. It looked like they were watching a funeral without any big funeral.

On Littlefinger's side, Petyr himself was already wearing armor, with the mockingbird seal of House Baelish on his cloak, riding a tall horse in the center of the team, with three knights on each side. Lynn Corbray and his confidant Michel Redford were on the closest positions to Littlefinger to protect him.

On the Little Devil's side, Tyrion himself had also put on the black clothes of the Night's Watch and rode a tall horse in the center, with three knights on the left and right. Aegor Rivers, who had a life-and-death friendship with the Night's Watch, and Sandor Clegane, the Hound, who eventually joined, were on both sides of Tyrion.

As for James, the equally tall warrior son who took the initiative to join, he was arranged at the far side of one wing.

There was no way, except for Tyrion himself, whether it was his Night's Watch companions who had saved each other's lives in Eastwatch, or the Braavos mercenaries who wanted to make a name for themselves in Westeros, or even the Hound, they all didn't believe in the lame warrior son.

Even if they regarded Tyrion and Littlefinger on the opposite side as equal in strength, they could not trust a tall and disabled one.

If Tyrion had not finally brought the famous Hound, the team he had finally assembled might have been scattered because of the warrior's son, and Littlefinger would have won without a fight.

"The sacred oath has been made, the arrangement of the gods has arrived, and the trial of justice has begun!"

As the monks recited the scriptures, they loudly announced the start of the trial.

The two sides shouted and drove their horses to charge at each other.

The Trial of the Seven Sons can be compared to a chess game that really requires blood. The accuser and the accused are the most important pieces in the chess game. The most important thing in the trial is to defeat, force surrender or kill the representative of the other side.

The cause of this battle was Tyrion and Littlefinger.

So the knights on the edge of the battle can still test symbolically, but the sparks between the two sides in the middle are full of blood since the trial.

As the two sides rode their horses closer, the first round of lances drew blood.

On Tyrion's side, Sandor the Hound lived up to his reputation and hit the enemy's Michel Redford's helmet with his lance. The real trial is not the tournament, and the lance head is made of steel.

With just this one impact, the lance head pierced the enemy's helmet fiercely, deforming the entire helmet, and Michel himself was directly knocked off his horse by this blow.

The ash wood shaft of the Hound's lance broke directly, and Michel himself fainted after falling off the horse, and was trampled by the horse's hooves, and his life and death were unknown.

At the same time, on the other side, Lynn Corbray on Littlefinger's side and Aegor Rivers, Tyrion's life and death friend, barely avoided the lance attacks of both sides. After a missed attack, they immediately discarded the lance that lost its function after the stall, and then took advantage of the impact of the horse to compete in speed to see who could draw the sword hanging from the waist first.

After all, Lynn Corbray was more skilled, drew his sword faster, and chopped off Aegor's head with one sword.

Aegor barely drew his sword and held it in front of him.

But Lynn Corbray's Valyrian sword took advantage of the horse's strength, and he cut off Aegor's steel sword with one blow, and then continued to slash at people.

Fortunately, Aegor was a veteran on the battlefield, and he dodged on the horse at the risk of his left arm.

War is bloody and cruel, and hundreds of rounds of battles are often the artistic processing of bards.

In a real battlefield, the winner can be determined in a few rounds.

Lynn's Lady of the Void, with a sharp sound of wind, chopped Aegor's left shoulder, barely avoiding the neck and head.

Fortunately, the steel sword absorbed most of the force, and Aegor was wearing a layer of plate armor and mail, so the sword did not directly cut off his left hand and shoulder.

However, the sharp sword of Lady Kongji still cut flesh, and Aegor cried out in pain, feeling a burning pain in his shoulder, and fell off his horse. Blood splattered, and the smell was pungent.

In just one collision, both sides had lost a good fighter.

On the Hound side, he had knocked down a warrior and cleared a path to cover Tyrion and rushed straight to Littlefinger, with the intention of letting Tyrion fight against him.

Originally, Tyrion was like Littlefinger, being covered in the rear in the first wave of charge, and he had the intention of directly fighting Littlefinger in the second charge. After all, although both sides had people, the real hatred actually fell on them.

On the other hand, although Lyn Corbray was quite famous in the valley, he was never a knight who valued honor. He knocked off the rider who was protecting the little devil's side, and then approached Tyrion Lannister, who had already exposed his side without any grace.

Tyrion's usual weapon was a long-handled axe. He was ready to fight with Littlefinger, but he didn't expect Lyn Corbray to get close to him and draw his sword.

Tyrion didn't dare to be arrogant and raised his long-handled axe to catch it.

The sword swung with great force. Tyrion felt his hands lighten, and the handle of the long-handled axe had been cut off by the sharp Valyrian steel sword.

Tyrion was in a panic and didn't know where to go. He clamped the special saddle on the horse's belly directly, causing the horse to stand still.

The horse let out a piercing cry, and the hot blood burst out instantly. It was the horse that stood still that resisted this fatal blow for Tyrion.

Tyrion fell off his horse.

Littlefinger, fully armed, rode slowly to the scene and stopped outside the bloody battlefield.

Lynn Corbray was still trying to get closer.

A big sword had already blocked his way.

But the Hound shouted, "I'll help you!" and rushed to the front.

Lynn Corbray didn't dare to be arrogant and raised his sword to fight back.

Although he had a sharp sword, he had lost the initiative and could only passively fight back under the suppression of the Hound.

Ding Ding Bang Bang. The two sides had already exchanged several swords.

The Hound's big sword was already sharpened, and he shouted, "Half-man, what are you waiting for?"

Tyrion, who fell off his horse but was not crushed by the dead horse because of his size advantage, had stood up from panic. He reacted immediately after hearing the sound, raised the broken axe, and yelled at Littlefinger who was a few steps away: "Come, accept the judgment of the gods!"

There was a spike on Tyrion's helmet. After yelling, he rushed directly towards Littlefinger's horse.

Littlefinger had never been on the battlefield before, and he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit when he saw the blood dripping from Tyrion's dead horse. How could he dare to fight Tyrion?

He just froze on the horse and wanted to run.

But at this moment, on the other side, the tall warrior son who was arranged by Tyrion on the edge had already rushed into the enemy camp with a strange cry, and then simply ignored everyone, and rushed straight towards Littlefinger in the middle of the battle after a wave of attacks without injury.

Littlefinger had never experienced this scene before, and at this moment, he heard the knight's strange cry, and the sword he had finally raised in his hand simply fell from his hand. His mount did not speed up, and at this moment, in a panic, because Littlefinger failed to comfort him in time, he stood up in shock.

This ambitious conspirator who stirred up the political situation in the court and tried to climb the stairs in the chaos, actually fell off his horse without engaging in a fight.

Littlefinger is not without capable people under his command.

Someone has already stopped the crazy tall knight for Littlefinger.

But he still fell off his horse because of himself.

How could Tyrion miss this opportunity? He didn't care about the pain in his back and legs from falling off the horse. He rushed forward with a half-axe, screaming.

Petyr was no longer indifferent in the court and behind the scenes, and screamed: "No! Sir Lynn, save me!"

What responded to him was the little devil's laughter: "Littlefinger, when you framed me, did you ever think that this day would come?"

An axe chopped down Petyr's thigh, and blood spurted out instantly.

Tyrion had chopped people on the battlefield. More than once. But never once did he feel so happy.

Littlefinger obviously can't adapt to this environment he calls "barbaric ways". Here, any intelligence and wisdom are useless. Only the sword and axe in his hand can defend everything he has.

This shouldn't be the case.

Littlefinger screamed: "No! You can't kill me!"

"No, I can kill you." Tyrion continued to swing the axe, "Barbarism is the right way to deal with you."

The axe blade chopped on Littlefinger's arm, revealing the armor inside. Although this didn't cut off his hand, it really let Littlefinger know what it means to break bones and tendons through the armor.

"This is the judgment of the gods!" The little devil's face was stained with blood, like a demon from hell. Littlefinger finally realized that anyone who abandons the civilized coat will have such a terrifying face, "Tell me, why did you frame me!"

Another axe hit Littlefinger's chest.

The heavy breastplate and the chain mail lined blocked the axe blade, but couldn't stop the little devil's strength. There was a piercing pain in the chest, and Littlefinger didn't know how many ribs were broken.

Tyrion was answered by screams.

The little demon shouted again: "Tell me, did you poison Joffrey and put the blame on me!" Another axe.

He was answered by a cry of pain.

The little demon threw away the axe and simply sat on Littlefinger's chest with broken ribs, reaching out to take off his visor and helmet.

After the visor and helmet were taken off, a distorted face was revealed inside.

Tyrion punched him in the face and asked: "Is it you?"

"Cough cough cough." He was answered by a cough of blood and a painful whimper, "Let me go, please."

"I suddenly thought of something," Suddenly, the little demon seemed to think of something and asked him, "Petyr, were you the one who killed Jon Arryn?"

Visible panic climbed onto Littlefinger's face, and he continued to cough up blood.

But Tyrion already knew the answer.

"Jon Arryn, Eddard Stark, Catelyn Tully, and me, Joff. You have played so many people around. Even the gods can't stand it. So I will kill you here today."

Tyrion picked up the bloody axe.

Littlefinger, who was already frightened and incontinent, cried out and begged for mercy: "No, no, no, don't! I surrender, I surrender."

But Tyrion sat on his chest with broken ribs, and the sound he made was dense and weak.

The duel between the hound Sandor and Lynn Corbray was still going on, and the battlefield was filled with direct melee and shouts of killing from other knights.

Tyrion heard the begging for mercy, but he didn't stop there. He raised the axe high and swore like a monk praying: "There is a reason why the gods let me win the trial, Petyr Baelish, and that is that you deserve to die here!"

After that, Tyrion no longer hesitated and swung the axe to chop Littlefinger's neck.