The breeze blew on his face, and he watched the surging river below rushing through the moat. The short man on tiptoe turned to look at a middle-aged mercenary with black hair and black eyes beside him.

"My father had thought of abstaining from Old Frey and the wolf cub, and then pulling the cunning old thing to us. Unfortunately, Ed Stark's escape made him unable to see hope for success."

“Isn’t it better now?”

"It shouldn't be my father's style of doing things, and it's not as beautiful as it seems; and what's good about fighting?" Tyrion shrugged and said, "It's a pity that Bolton didn't agree with our proposal, otherwise the war would have ended long ago."

"No surprise now, I think you should be the ones who won the final victory." The black-haired mercenary said: "Especially after you snatch this city."

"This place is indeed crucial." Tyrion turned his head and looked at the Luanhe City behind him, and chuckled: "The Frei family has risen rapidly on this place. In just over six hundred years, it has been one of the top noble families in the seven countries. It is the city under its feet."

"This is a huge treasure." The mercenary said, licking the corner of his mouth.

"You really want to give this place to those mountain people?"

"Of course, this was agreed in advance."

"What should I do if that real dragon from the Foley family?" When he said this, the mercenary looked slanderous and his tone was faintly disdainful.

"Rayga Frey? He was a member of the Frey family, but there were only a few people left in the Frey family," said the short man with interest: "There are too many weasels who look comparable to me. You know, people always habitually hate us as ugly as us, so I think he did a good job, but do you think my dad will still use him to keep such an important place?"

"But he helped you seize this treasure."

"Of course, so he will get the reward he deserves, but not here." As he said, the short man turned around and looked out of the city on tiptoe again.

Looking from a distance, a huge camp was rising from the smoke, and the morning mist covered the camp. Now, in his opinion, a large number of troops were like a group of ants in a mirage, black and hazy.

"I followed King Robert to Winterfell as a passerby," he recalled with emotion: "Ed Stark looked serious. He occasionally had a smile on his good friend Robert, but he was still very serious most of the time. Others, including my sister, thought he was cold or disdainful of us."

"So we don't have a good impression of Stark, and his anxious lady Trout, which is really unreasonable... Well, I think that illegitimate child is quite interesting."

"So look, Lannister doesn't like Stark, and Stark also wants to kill Lannister, and fights after a while; that's what war is."

"War can make many people profit." The mercenary said excitedly: "Otherwise you won't stand here."

"If my brother James was not caught, do you think this would be my share?" Tyrion obviously didn't think so. He said, "And he only provided a rope to make me climb up the wall, to have to build the city, and to bare my teeth at a group of wolves with a desperate attempt; what good thing do you think is?"

"My dad doesn't like my short limbs now. Well, this is quite a pleasure."

"Success is a good thing, and it turns out that you succeeded." The mercenary whispered, but his tone was a little untuned.

"Come on, this is a big risk. If it weren't for those clans, I'd guess that I had died in the riot last night." Tyrion said, touching his neck with lingering fear.

The clans are already disciplined and have basically no rules in all aspects. Last night, the remaining forces of the Fole family hidden in the city relied on their familiarity with Luanhe City and launched a sudden attack while their defense loopholes were taken advantage of, almost cutting off his head with a sword.

"If it weren't for clan members, you might not be able to fight in, even if someone opened the door." The mercenary said with a mouthful.

...

As he was talking about the clan, a man came out of the entrance of the city wall. He was tall and strong, wearing tattered leather armor, brown hair and gray eyes, and his facial features were ferocious and distorted, and he didn't look like a good person.

That was Xia Ga, the leader of the Stone Crow tribe of the Gaoshan clan.

He was carrying a wooden barrel up the city wall and looked around, finally staring at Tyrion's short figure.

He strode to them, and the big man piled the wooden barrel on the ground with a loud bang, and roared at Tyrion with anger: "The son of Dorf is a warrior, not a mate!"

...

"It seems that your indigenous people can't tell the difference between you asking him to carry this thing up and you asked him to find a servant to carry this thing up." Seeing Tyrion being spitted, the mercenary couldn't help but laugh.

"I may not make it clear." Tyrion wiped his face indifferently and raised his head and said, "Okay, Xia Ga, in order to repay you, I have specially made a few goats for you, so that you will not have to worry about not having to feed them when you cut off other people's lives."

This seemed to hit him in the vital light. The angry face of the clan with a ferocious expression suddenly subsided, and then asked curiously: "Where did the half-man get the goat?"

"Luanhe City is a good place, everything is available." As he said that, Tyrion stepped in front of the barrel, opened the lid, and looked at it.

"What the hell is this?" the mercenary came over and asked.

Every two days, he saw such a thing being sent into the short tent, but he had never known what it was.

"The special evil-proof items made by virgin tide blood mixed with all kinds of messy forages. The recipe comes from an ugly witch in Lannister Harbor. Thanks to the witch, what about a whole bucket? Are you interested in getting some?" He said and started to act.

Seeing Tyrion reaching out to touch some of his hands and then wiping it on his body, Bolon quickly flashed to the side.

"You're crazy!?"

The smell of blood came from his body with a scent. Tyrion shook his nose and looked disgusted, but his hands did not stop.

"It is said that this thing can effectively prevent being attacked by witchcraft." Tyrion said: "Even the eight-clawed spider sent a raven reminder that the absurd thing that happened in Junlin is definitely true. Be careful. Who knows if the wizard will be held in his hands after waking up? Of course, if the wizard is a beautiful lady, it would be not too bad to imagine this scene."

"Do you want to come some?" he asked again.

"No, I'm just a little man, that wizard probably won't pay attention to me." Bolon covered his nose and avoided Tyrion's hand, suddenly thought of something, looked stunned, and asked, "Then Duke Tywin..."

"Do you think my father is not afraid of that dark wizard?" As if he had thought of something happy, Tyrion grinned, "He is very caring about his life, and I learned this trick from him."

While speaking, his hands kept moving, and in a short while his whole body was covered with red and sticky liquid, and the smell of fishy smell spread. The soldiers guarding the city around him subconsciously took a few steps back, far away from him.

Bolon was stunned.

Thinking of the majestic, solemn, cold and ruthless Duke Lannister, who was neatly dressed and gorgeously, he could not imagine the scene where the serious veteran was covered with this thing...

"You will be the laughing stock of the seven kingdoms." His tone was weak and he became moaning.

"Rumors are everywhere in the Seven Kingdoms, and Lannister has become a laughing stock. Besides, who do you think dares to go out and talk nonsense?" Tyrion said: "No matter whether he laughs or not, it's a good idea. Look, we have never been hit by the tricks of the black wizard like my stupid sister. If the leaders are controlled by the wizard, how can we play this war?"

When he said this, he was so ugly that he obviously didn't take such dirty work seriously.

Bolong was speechless for a while, and his eyes looked at Tyrion full of pity.

Although the superiors have the rights and status of the superiors, the risks and burdens they bear are not light at critical times...

"Half a person has seen a black wizard?" The big man Xia Ga suddenly came up and asked with a tentative look on his face. When he was not angry, this guy seemed quite honest in every word and action.

"I haven't seen it before, but I heard that he is not old and easy to identify," Tyrion said, turning to look at the mercenary.

"He might have a relative with you, all of them are dark hair and dark eyes."

"If my family hadn't been dead, I might have believed you." Bolon glanced at him, and then was about to say something, but his expression suddenly became stunned. He turned to look outside the city and frowned, "If I guessed correctly, the one who is approaching now is the black wizard we are talking about."

Hearing this, Tyrion quickly turned his head and looked on the city wall. After looking at it for a while, he couldn't help but be amazed, "See, the rumors are really scary. He is not black at all, but white."

"He looks more beautiful than the top card of King Shatayana." Bolon touched his chin, thinking.

“And sometimes it may be more popular than those top cards.”

"Xia Ga, the son of Dov, wants to cut off his life and feed it to the goats!" The big man gathered with them and watched with disdain on his face. After seeing the real person, his nervous expression when he asked before was already wiped out.

"It's a pity to feed the goats. You should take that thing to King's Landing. Wizard, maybe it can be sold for a good price."

“…”

Just as Tyrion and his men burst into laughter at someone on the city wall, what happened next made everyone dumbfounded.

Walking to the edge that the bows and arrows outside Luanhe City could reach, the group of people stopped as expected, and then began to bend down around a young man in a black cloak and get busy.

The stone slabs they carried to, carved with mysterious patterns, were placed on the ground, and all kinds of strange objects were placed. Finally, a sloppy man tied up and kept scolding pushed down the stone slabs by the two soldiers, and then pushed them and pressed them tightly on them.

Afterwards, under the command of the black wizard wearing a cloak, the extremely bloody scene began.

The soldier squatted down, holding a hammer and an iron nail, aiming it at the sloppy man, and then the nail was nailed to the man's limbs with a force after a while.

Blood burst out from the wound, and soon it invaded the entire stone slab. Amid the screams and scolds, the young figure wearing a black cloak began to act.

The distance between them and the city wall was not very far, about 300 meters, and they could not shoot the bow and arrow, but the sound could be heard vaguely. At the same time, the bloody scene could be seen clearly by everyone on the city wall, and it was revealed in the slightest.

The low and cold whispering sound drifted into his ears with the wind. On the stone slab, the man who had struggled to curse immediately screamed.

The pain was wailing, the madness screamed, and the mouth was begging for mercy. As the strange spell continued, it all turned into a chilling thriller performance.

After the spell lasted for a long time, the last long nail was nailed by the soldier to the intersection of the man's neck and chest, so the screams fell into a weak state.

However, things have not ended, but they seem to have just begun.

Including Tyrion, the many guards on the city wall can be clearly seen that the sloppy man nailed to the stone slab, whose skin, which was already slightly pale due to excessive blood loss, quickly wrinkled, shriveled, and dark hair.

As the spell gradually became high and visible to the naked eye, the man, who was originally strong, became an old man who seemed to be in a twilight age. His eyes were turbid, his expression was sluggish, and his body was extremely hunched, but he could not make himself feel comfortable even if it was a little bit!

In the end, the increasingly thin man turned into a skinny and bone-like mummy monster!

The river breeze blows by, and the dust swells away. The dry cheeks of the dead eyes are rushing toward the direction of Luanhe City not far away. While staring silently, the dim and withered eyes seem to hold everyone on the city wall in their eyes.

Tyrion was silent, his clothes were messy in the wind with a fishy smell. The black-haired mercenary pursed his lips and subconsciously pinched the hilt of the steel sword around his waist. The many barbarian soldiers defending on the city wall were speechless and could not speak for a long time.

In this case, the "beautiful beauty" who had previously spoken in a sarcastic and stunning manner on their necks, raised his hand and slowly stroked his neck, smiled cheerfully at them, and then turned around and left.

...

The air was frozen, and the faint sound of breathing around was faintly accompanied by the sound of the wind and the hazy noise of the city behind him, but it could not distract even a little attention. What just happened outside the city made everyone so scared that they could not speak.

Looking at the back of the departing black robe, for a while, the tall man stuttered and his expression was full of horror.
Chapter completed!