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#492 - Chapter 224: Arya's Attack (I)

At that moment, only the Mountain, Isaac, and a Kingsguard remained to protect Cersei. Although the girl who suddenly appeared was petite, her clean dispatching of a Kingsguard demonstrated her extraordinary skill.

Isaac watched the two vigilantly, shouting, "Mountain, quickly escort Her Majesty away from here. Albert and I will hold these two off." However, after he spoke, he heard no response from behind. Isaac turned back in confusion, only to see the Mountain's eyes bloodshot, his breathing heavy, as he strode forward.

Cersei cried out in terror, "No, Mountain, don't go! Stay here and protect me!" But the Mountain seemed not to hear her cries, continuing forward as he pleased.

Qyburn, seeing this, hurriedly stopped him, loudly trying to calm him down, "Gregor, you must remain calm! Obey the Queen's orders and return at once!"

The Mountain stopped, his bloodshot eyes glaring, his breathing heavy. Qyburn said, "Good, that's it. I order you..." He didn't finish his sentence. The Mountain suddenly grabbed his collar and threw him violently.

"Bang!" Qyburn was slammed heavily against the wall, splattering blood everywhere. As he slowly fell to the ground, his face was a bloody mess.

The Mountain drew the greatsword from his waist and strode forward again. This time, no one dared to stop him. Isaac and Albert quickly stepped aside, making way.

Arya: "Are you sure he's really your brother? He feels harder to deal with than a White Walker. Can you really handle him alone?"

Sandor: "This is my quarrel with him, it must be settled. Besides, I need to avenge Ymir (their sister, killed around the time of Robert's Rebellion, supposedly died mysteriously with her face smashed in)."

Arya looked at the Mountain's back, her heart filled with worry. She knew that Sandor and the Mountain had deep-seated hatred, but she also knew that the Mountain was a powerful and cruel enemy. She took a deep breath, looked at the situation before her, and knew she had to take action. She gripped her weapon tightly, her eyes firm, and said to Sandor, "Alright, I'll take care of the rest. Lead him away from here."

Sandor took a deep breath, gripping his longsword tightly, his eyes firm and resolute. He knew this battle might be the end of his life, but he was not afraid. He wanted to avenge himself and Ymir, no matter the cost.

Sandor nodded, indicating he understood. He glanced at Arya, a hint of worry in his eyes, but still replied, "Okay, those two aren't easy to deal with either, be careful." With that, he straightened his body, retreating backwards to create distance, drawing the Mountain's attention to lead him away from Arya and the others.

The Mountain approached step by step, his figure like a huge shadow enveloping the entire space. Seeing Sandor leave, he immediately became agitated, his steps becoming heavy and forceful, each step carrying a powerful impact, like a steel chariot in the narrow passage, making a dull sound.

Arya felt the pressure from the Mountain, feeling as if she was facing an insurmountable mountain. However, she did not retreat, but instead faced the Mountain, bravely charging towards him. As she approached the Mountain, she forcefully braced the double-headed spear on the ground, using the pole's elasticity to leap high into the air.

Her body drew a graceful arc in the air, avoiding the Mountain's impact. Then, she stepped on the wall, jumping upwards again, cleverly separating herself from the Mountain, avoiding a direct collision.

At this time, the Mountain's mind was no longer clear. He only wanted to catch up with Sandor, not paying attention to Arya's movements. He continued to chase the Hound, disappearing around the corner in the blink of an eye.

Arya stepped off the wall, landing steadily on the ground. Her gaze turned to the other two, who were both loyal followers of Cersei. Arya said in a calm but firm tone, "If you hand over Cersei to me, I will let you leave." Her eyes revealed a kind of majesty, making people dare not underestimate her.

Isaac raised his sword, saying, "Little girl, you are too arrogant. I became a knight at the age of 13, experienced in hundreds of battles, and I will only be loyal to House Lannister in this life."

Albert rolled his eyes. He had been a mercenary in his early years, and later followed Gregor everywhere with Sweetmouth Ralph, Polliver, Notebook, and others. He felt that two people dealing with this little girl had a good chance of winning, and also raised his sword to aim at Arya.

"Oh? So what?" Arya smiled slightly, a trace of disdain flashing in her eyes. Her body leaned forward slightly, the short sword in her hand gleaming coldly.

"Humph! Then let us try!" Isaac roared, swinging his sword at Arya.

Arya dodged sideways, while stabbing Isaac in the abdomen with a spear, forcing Isaac to retreat quickly.

Seeing this, Albert immediately rushed forward, wanting to take the opportunity to attack Arya. However, Arya's speed was extremely fast, she easily avoided Albert's attack, and backhanded him on the back with the spear shaft.

Isaac and Albert exchanged glances, both seeing shock in each other's eyes. They realized that the little girl in front of them was no ordinary person, but a true expert.

"Now, you still have a chance to choose. Hand over Cersei, or die here," Arya said coldly.

Isaac clenched his longsword, standing like a firm barrier in front of Cersei, using his actions to show Arya his determination to protect Cersei.

Arya's lips curled up slightly, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, and said, "The teacher is right, it's hard to persuade a ghost to die!" After speaking, she clenched the weapon in her hand, preparing to meet the upcoming battle.

The three instantly engaged in a fierce battle. Isaac's swordsmanship was exquisite, each swing carrying a fierce sword energy; while Albert's sword moves were powerful and heavy, like a heavy hammer smashing towards the enemy. The two cooperated seamlessly, forcing Arya to retreat again and again. However, Arya's movements were very light, she flexibly danced the spear in her hand, easily dissolving the two's offensive one by one.

Cersei watched the battle in front of her nervously, her heart filled with fear and anxiety. She had never learned martial arts, and she had no way of judging the situation before her.

But she clearly realized that she must find a way to escape this dangerous place as soon as possible. If time dragged on, once Daenerys's army poured into the city, she would have nowhere to escape.

Cersei ran to Qyburn's side and unfastened the string of keys from his waist.