Tyrion's purpose of going to find Mrs. Stark was obvious, he wanted to prove his innocence. Caitlyn Stark had a dagger, which was taken naked from the assassin who tried to assassin her son Bran, and paid the price of serious hand injury. It was a fine dagger made by Valyrian Steel (Dragon Flame Steel), with a unique shape and great value. Mrs. Stark took this dagger to find her husband secretly in King's Landing, and then got an answer from "her friend" Petir Berisch: the dagger belonged to Tyrion Lannister.

This is all the evidence she accused the little demon.

According to Zhao Mai, this is quite thin evidence, which is just a little better than the credit of a liar. However, in the eyes of a great mother who is eager to protect her family, even if she has doubts, she will not let Tyrion go, because she cannot afford any possible failure. Therefore, the little demon's explanation will only be useless and cannot change the situation he faces.

However, this scene happened, which means that the attack from the mountain people was not far away. Zhao Mai stood up, pulled out the hunter's blood spear, turned around twice in front and behind, and relaxed his muscles and bones.

Although he saw the dragon before, he hoped that the main events in this world could still develop according to the "original plan". The advantages of foresight are very important. And only by following everything step by step can he be sure that the three-eyed crow still exists and the opportunity to learn his abilities will not be closed to himself. "Every world is different, and inspiration will be processed by art when it is passed on." The old man's words are still in his ears, so Zhao Mai will inevitably be a little worried and pray that a slight change will not affect the three-eyed crow.

"cavalry!"

A scream broke the tranquility in the fog. Only two whizzers were heard, Jack, who issued an alarm, fell from the cliff. He rolled two rounds on the ground in a mess, then got up to check his body. He was lucky that two arrows penetrated his cloak and pants, but did not really hurt him.

Zhao Mai breathed a sigh of relief, and the enemy's arrival as scheduled made him feel much more relieved. He attracted everyone's attention when he was doing warm-up exercises before, so everyone was prepared for the moment when the enemy attack occurred. Caitlyn Stark did not even pause: "Sir Rodlick, Sir Veri, please get on the horse and prepare for the battle quickly, and you cannot let the enemy cavalry break in!" She shouted, like a real general. "The person without weapons leads the other horses behind, and the others protect the flanks of the two knights!"

"We also need weapons!" Tyrion grabbed her hand suddenly: "One more person means more strength!"

Mrs. Stark hesitated for a moment. Although she knew that Tyrion was right, she instinctively refused to believe anything the little demon said. At this moment, Sir Rodlick shouted: "I heard them! Many rabble! Be prepared for the battle!"

The cry of more than a dozen horses was getting closer and closer, and soon turned into the scattered hooves of dozens of horses. Anyone with some experience would not panic, because the sudden increase of sound was just a reflection of the mountain wall on the sound waves, and some of the nervous psychological effects. However, for Marion, the minstrel, he was scared and hid under Zhao Mai's carriage with his butt. Unfortunately, it was not a real carriage, but a car was deformed, so when he accidentally hit the wheel, he actually encountered an indestructible shell.

A tiny stream of blood flowed down his head, and this little skin trauma didn't even need to be sutured, but he still shouted in horror. "If he kept calling, the enemy would be even more excited and the mercenaries would all run away!" Tyrion whispered to Mrs. Stark, "We need weapons, I promise to hand them over later!"

"What guarantee do you have?" Caitlin asked with a frown.

"With the honor of the Lannister family!" Tyrion hurriedly said.

He thought he would be attacked by saliva, but Caitlyn just said, "Give them the weapons." Then Sir Rodlick pulled the bag behind the saddle and threw it to them, which contained something that originally belonged to Tyrion and his follower Jack. "Ten crappy cavalry, more than thirty mountain people, I'll go and disperse them now!" The coach of Winterfell rushed out with a horse's belly.

The mercenaries who could fight on horseback all jumped onto the horse's back. If the war was not good, the living guy under his butt was their way out. This was how Bolon prepared, but he knew to throw him an axe when he passed by Tyrion.

It is a close-fitting fighting axe with a short handle and a very heavy blade. The purpose of the design is to quickly break the handle of a shield or enemy weapon. It is a cruel equipment that can only avoid and cannot be blocked. In the middle of the double-sided axe blade, a scary spike can also be used to poke. If it is in the hands of the Power Warrior, it can cause a very terrible threat.

Unfortunately, its current owner is Tyrion, a dwarf who has never been on the battlefield at all. "I have never used an axe!" In fact, he has never used any weapon, except for the wooden model he used when he was a child. He is smart enough to know that he has no use on the battlefield, so after having a brother with excellent swordsmanship, he never put any effort into martial arts.

At this time, he was quite regretful. He should learn how to use a weapon, such as an axe, just axe. "Just treat it as chopping wood!" Bolon pulled out the long sword from the scabbard, spitted a mouthful, and then started charging with two other knights. Several other mercenaries, including Tyrion's minion Jack, also rushed up. As a result, there were only two nobles, one minstrel, one psychic druid, and one wandering warrior Safre holding a heavy sword.

"Splitting wood? What a joke, wood won't hide, nor will it chop back with an axe." Tyrion shouted, but he also vented his inner fear through this shout. Fortunately, his reason did not vent together, so he looked around and wanted to find a safe place, such as hiding behind a big rock. At this time, he saw Marion with his butt sticking out, so he ran over: "Hey, lean over!"

"Go away! I'm singing, fighting and killing have nothing to do with me!"

"Are you going outside, you're fool." Tyrion poked his butt with the axe's spike until he covered his wound and crawled away obediently. Tyrion hurriedly got in, but he got in backwards. The changes in the battlefield outside must be ignored, and he knew this life and death.

An arrow shot towards Zhao Mai, soft and weak, Zhao Mai gently sideways and avoids it. The battle ahead has begun. Three knights and two mercenaries rushed into the enemy formation, and their swords wielded into a snow-white blade wall. Most of the mountain people living in the mountains in the East are a group of people who have no land, no industry, or who have guilt and want to escape punishment. They have no channels to get real weapons and armor, so they suffer a great loss in front of the knights and armed soldiers.

"You only need to guard this place, just be fine. Mrs. Stark and Mr. Lannister are fine." The wandering warrior Savre spoke to Zhao Mai for the first time. He slowly pulled out his weapon from the scabbard and gently flew through the sword with his index and middle fingers like a lover. The giant sword in his hand was wider than the long sword, but the weapon drawn was narrower than the long sword and had a slightly curved curve. It seemed that this was the reason for using a wide scabbard: it was a long sword without a guard, with only one-sided blade, and the hilt was one and a half meters long, which could allow infantry to attack the knights on the horse's back. So the three cavalry who saw this scene immediately turned around and rushed straight towards Zhao Mai.
Chapter completed!