"Shhhhh

Peter Burton looked up calmly and saw a sentry in the treetops with a short crossbow pointed at his raised face.

Choke!

The four guards beside Peter Bolton immediately unsheathed their swords and shields in their hands, but the two coachmen in the carriage were not surprised, and they were now holding their heads in their hands and squatting in a standard position.

"Tut-tut!" A soldier turned out from behind a tree, wearing a helmet crookedly and holding a short crossbow, aimed at the four guards, "What a great soldier from the north, four swords!"

One of the guards quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Peter Burton, his sword resting on top of the round shield in a defensive stance, his eyes fixed on him under the iron mask.

All of a sudden, more soldiers appeared on both sides of the road, all armed with short crossbows, and surrounded Peter Burton and his party.

The four shields of the four guards guarded Peter Burton, but unfortunately, the short crossbows that appeared on the tree became two. Their shields guarded the four directions, but they could not protect the top of their heads.

There was a playful whistle overhead.

The group was suddenly at the disadvantage of being shot.

Peter Burton is not very old and is a distant nephew of Luce Burton. This time, he was sent by Luce Bolton as a messenger, and crossed the river to send the gift of peace to the Magic Mountain, called the messenger, but in fact, he came to spy on the military situation of the Magic Mountain.

Peter's face did not change, his lips were thin, his facial features were ordinary, but there was a blade in his eyes, he waved his hand to let the four guards put away their long swords and shields, and said calmly: "Brothers, which general's subordinates are." ”

"Who are you?" asked a sergeant.

"My name is Peter Burton, and I am a subordinate vassal of General Luce Burton, and I have come to see Lord Magic Mountain on the orders of General Luth. ”

"What's in the carriage?"

"Inside is a gift from our general to Lord Magic Mountain. ”

"Open the door. The sergeant said arrogantly.

"Yes. Peter, though a knight, did not argue with one of the junior sergeants on the other side, and he himself opened the door of the carriage, and there was a large box in the middle of the carriage.

"Open the box!"

"Brother sergeant, this box of mine is a gift for Lord Magic Mountain. It's opened here and it's not quite appropriate. Peter said unhurriedly. Luthbolton was the object of Peter's admiration, and he imitated Luthburton's soft-spoken words in everything he did and spoke, and he was not in a hurry.

Shout!

The sergeant's fingers moved, and a short arrow flew out, and with a pop, the short arrow hit one of the guards in the throat.

The crossbow was so powerful that at such close range, it pierced through the guard's neck armor and nailed it into the guard's throat. The guard's throat gurgled and his hands grasped the tail of the arrow, and his face could not be seen under the mask, except for a pair of eyes full of horror.

Blood leaked from the guard's neck armor.

He staggered and fell!

"Damn, open it!" shouted the sergeant.

It is said that the subordinates of the Magic Mountain are all bandits, most of the soldiers are born hooligan bandits, not nobles, these people are cruel by nature, and they kill people without blinking.

Peter Burton opened the box with a pale face. He couldn't do it to the point of downplaying death in the face of such a fierce soldier.

"Take out all the contents for Lao Tzu!" the sergeant swung his short crossbow and ordered Peter Burton.

Peter Burton had no choice but to do it!

He suddenly found that when dealing with the people of the Demon Mountain, rules such as what two armies intersect and do not kill are actually completely useless. These ruffians and hooligans killed people if they didn't agree with each other.

Knight Peter Bolton took out a pure sable mantle from the chest, the fur was shiny and shiny, and a circle of green jade with a heart pattern was set on the chest, and several blue gems were set on the cuffs on the left and right. Such a cloak is very precious, and it takes many sables to weave it. And one sable is very difficult to find, let alone many sables.

Such fine furs were the favorite of aristocratic women.

Luthbolton was a pragmatic general, and it was impossible to carry such a women's cloak on the march. This mink cape comes from Wadfrey's Twin Cities. Wadfrey had many descendants, and one of his greatest jobs was to find out how to marry off the women of his family and marry the nobles from outside.

In the path of marriage, Waldfrey has done very successfully, and his family includes Frey, who married Tywin's sister, three daughters who married the great nobles of the Riverlands, daughters who married the daughters of the ancient families of the Vale, and the nobles of the Stormlands and the great nobles of the Riverlands, and Waldfrey all married.

Of the Seven Kingdoms, with the exception of Dorne, the Iron Isles, and the North, Waldfrey had children who had successfully married the great nobles.

When he learned that the defeated Luthbolton had died and was not yet married, Waldfrey told Luthburton that he wanted to marry the family's daughter or granddaughter to Luthburton. Lustbolton had no interest in marrying a wife, but he was interested in money, so Waldfrey told Lustbolton that he would pay as much silver as a newlywed woman if he was willing to marry.

So, in the city of the Twins, Luce Bolton chose one of the heaviest Vader's granddaughters, Vada Frey, as his wife. Vafray weighed more than two hundred pounds, in stark contrast to Lustbolton.

And this mink was the dowry of his new wife, Vada Frey. In order to be able to get married, Waldfrey has invested a lot of money!

"What the hell is this?" the sergeant smirked, "how could our general wear a cloak like yours?"

"This is a cloak given to the lady of the Magic Mountain, Jane Westerling, and it is very precious. Peter Burton said.

"Isn't it for Madame?"

"Yes, a fine Valyrian dagger, and a box of silver deer. ”

The silver deer that Luce Bolton gave to the Magic Mountain came from three parts: the soldiers' salaries, and the knights of the army shared it equally with himself.

"Yinlu, we adults only like golden dragons! you are despising us Lord Demon Mountain!"

The sergeant suddenly raised his hand, and a short arrow flew out, and with a pop, it hit one of the guards in the chest. Peter Bolton was astonished, and he heard a puff, and the sergeant had drained the short arrows in his crossbow, and the guard had several arrows in his chest, and because of the armor to defend it, although he was seriously wounded, he did not die immediately.

The guard fell, his whole body convulsing.

The other two guards were startled, and as soon as they moved, more than twenty short crossbows were aimed at them.

Peter Burton was dumbfounded!

He was clever and eloquent, and Lusbolton sent him as an emissary.

"We are messengers. Peter trembled and said, "You can't kill me, I want to see Lord Magic Mountain." ”

"Are you sure you want to see my father?" a woman's voice came from a distance, cold as ice.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and Julie Cregan appeared on the opposite hill with a group of guards riding tall horses.

"Yes, General!" Peter Burton hurriedly shouted.

"Ironskin, let the groom come in with the carriage and kill the other two guards!" said Julie.

"No, general......" Peter Bolton was completely flustered, he thought that the other party's general would appear, and things would take a turn for the better.

The general is not a bandit, and there should be some honor. Honor, honor, can these people have a little honor!

Puff puff!

More than twenty short crossbows were fired in unison, and short arrows were fired at the two guards in all directions, and the two sentries on the big tree also pulled the trigger.

The two guards were shot like hedgehogs in an instant.

The helmet, neck armor, chest, back, arms and legs were nailed with short arrows.

Peter Burton watched as the two guards fell, blood slowly pouring from the cracks in their armor.

Peter Burton went limp and almost fell.

With such a bandit method, he couldn't believe it!

They were messengers who came to give money and gifts, and the general of the other party appeared, and after asking about the situation, he also ordered to kill people directly.

"Ironskin, tell the two grooms not to be afraid, we will not kill the grooms, as long as they take good care of the horses for us and do things well. Julie Cregan called.

"Yes, General!" replied the sergeant with a grin.

The two grooms, having the consciousness of surviving death, immediately put away their mink cloaks, closed the silver deer chest, drove the carriage forward.

Peter Burton was in disbelief, his head was booming, in the eyes of the female general of the other party, the groom who drove the carriage was more important than his four guards.

"General, you have no honor. Young Peter erupted in panic, "I want to see Lord Magic Mountain, he is also an earl." We are messengers, not enemies on the battlefield. ”

"My father is the Magic Mountain, General. Julie said lightly, "Ironskin, if this general resists, kill him." If he cooperated, he stripped off his weapons and armor, tied them up, and sent two soldiers back to be thrown into the dungeon under the Weeping Tower of Harrenhal. ”

"Obey, General!" Sergeant Iron Mask looked at Peter Burton with a shocked face, "General, are you ready to die in battle to defend your honor, or obediently be a prisoner of Lao Tzu?!"

Boom!

More than a dozen long swords were drawn and aimed at Peter Burton together, waiting for him to draw or surrender!