Round eyes, frightened expressions, gaping mouths, trembling hands, gushing blood......

The stabbed iron was taller and stronger than the bald nervous man, and his face was as rough as a black rock, only now, his strength and honor were rapidly wilting with the splash of blood...... His eyes were full of terror...... The belief in the immortality of the deceased could not stop him from fearing death.

The two women screamed, broke free from the arms of the other two ironmen, and ran away as fast as they could, not at all ladylike......

"He's asked for it again and again!" said the bald nervous man, who was also frightened by the blood, trembled.

His eyes were also full of horror, as if he had underestimated that the blood would gush from a stab in his body, and he was frightened.

The wharf workers, sailors, captains, iron breeders, and the street vendors on the docks were also amazed.

When the bloodied iron seed fell, his two companions stared at him in disbelief.

The iron breeders on the ship also widened their eyes and opened their mouths, and everyone was a little overwhelmed. Originally, they were watching the joke, but the joke turned into bloody violence, and the speed of the neurotic shot was too fast to everyone's expectations.

"His ring, necklace, dagger, shouldn't all be mine? The bald man said with a wince, half of his face twitching, "I just paid the iron money." ”

Paying for iron is the only right way for iron breeders to buy things.

But this phrase is dangerous.

The two iron men woke up from their horror, and with a whoosh, they drew their short knives, one left and one right, stabbing the bald man's chest and the bald man's belly.

The bald man fell to the ground in fright, screaming in horror, swinging the short knife wildly, and instantly stabbed an iron leg I don't know how many times. He was terrified, like a chicken pecking rice, and the knife in his hand was so fast that it pulled out the afterimage, puff, and kept stabbing in the leg of an iron seed.

The iron seed had only stabbed once, and before the attacking knife could be withdrawn, the frightened bald man stabbed him many times in both thighs. Another iron seed hurriedly came to the rescue after stabbing in the air, took half a step, bent over, and stabbed the bald man in the neck with the knife in his hand.

However, his movements suddenly froze.

Someone shouted something, and the nerve-bald man didn't reply, and suddenly stabbed him in the lower abdomen, this knife was fast and ruthless, and the entire knife body was stabbed in. Balding men are tall and have surprisingly long arms. He stabbed back and turned around, as fast as a monkey, and his movements were absolutely non-stop, poof, puff,

The iron seed whose legs were stabbed barely took half a step forward, and then staggered and fell down, only in an instant, the blood stained his legs red, and he fell to the ground and convulsed all over.

The other iron puppet stood stiff for a moment, as if for a pause, and then collapsed, the knife still in his hand, his eyes wide, and he was already dead of rage.

His lower abdomen and crotch were stabbed in the blink of an eye by this neurosis.

Magic Mountain watched all this happen from upstairs and didn't make a sound.

He knew that Polivior's knife would surely kill.

*

The duke told the Magic Mountain not to take care of this matter, but the duke knew in his heart that the Magic Mountain would come, but if he didn't interfere, the Magic Mountain was originally going to make a move, so he became a subordinate to make a move;

That's the difference between nodding and shaking your head.

Magic Mountain and the Duke have been getting along for twenty years, and they have long had an internal tacit understanding, which is difficult for others to understand.

When the duke said no, maybe the real meaning was just the opposite, others couldn't hear it, but the magic mountain could understand it. Sometimes, the duke needs someone to do something dirty, and with a look, the magic mountain can understand.

This is tacit understanding!

In the same way, the Demon Mountain told his subordinates to break the legs and hands of the Iron Seed, and the subordinates understood that if the Demon Mountain said to slaughter a few Iron Seeds, then it would not be Polivier alone, and these killing gods would let the Iron Seed see what it means to be 'bloody and terrifying'.

Killing one or several iron seeds is really a trivial matter in the eyes of Magic Mountain and his diehard fans.

The people of the Westland have never had a good impression of iron, from the old man to the child, without exception.

The coastal generation, whether it is the people of the Tyrells family in the southern bends, or the people of the west, or the people of the north, or the people of the seaside city generation in the riverlands, there is not a single person who has a good impression of the iron race.

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There was a strange cry from the iron men on board, unlike the one from anywhere else: Boom-

Amid the rattle, the iron of the ship jumped onto the dock, and there were all kinds of weapons, such as battle axes, swords, hammers, chain hammers, spears, broadswords, fangs, and clubs.

The weapons of the iron breeders are also known for being large, heavy, and long.

Looking at their weapons, we know that they are mainly strong in strength, and they are strong in attack and hard to smash, but they are not flexible enough and their combat skills are rough.

With the shouts of babble, iron seeds ran out of several restaurants on the dock, or two, or three or four.

These iron species are all short swords and short swords.

Because their weapons were heavy axes, it was naturally inconvenient to carry them with them for dinner, so they all stayed on the ship. All you carry with you are short swords and short swords.

They all flashed their swords and ran towards the bald man on the dock.

Woo!

Someone struck himself in the chest with a scabbard.

It was Dunson, the bravest of the Crecans, slightly shorter and 'slimmer' than Polliver the Bald, but his swordsmanship and killing accuracy were still above Polliver's.

Smack!

Sweet-mouthed Raffard, who was crouching to the side and watching the excitement, also stood up, drew his long sword and struck it on his arm armor.

They were not dressed as sergeants, but that didn't prevent ordinary people from wearing armor as well.

Armor only protects parts of the body, such as the neck, elbows, and calves, rather than 'clothing-like protection' like armor.

Smack!

Among the onlookers from the West, several unrecognizable young men drew their swords, their swords in one hand and the scabbard in the other, and the back of the sword struck on the scabbard with a sound.

The iron men who were about to chop the bald man into meat sauce paused, as five or six Westerners came out with weapons and hammered in the same rhythm, and stood with the bald man.

This is the West, after all.

Duke Tywin wasn't a man to mess with.

They still have a reason to kill the murderer, but suddenly there are several more Westers......

With a slight hesitation, on the streets, on the docks, in restaurants, small traders, and coolies on the docks, more Westerners stood up, holding weapons they could find, either knives, or swords, or wooden sticks, and beat them together.

The rhythm of the boom became the rhythm of the boom.

The mercenaries from the Western Frontier who were looking for food on the dozen or so docks also appeared, and they drew their weapons and slammed them on their chest armor.

The people of the Westlands were united in hatred of the enemy, and in the face of more than twenty iron seeds who were about to commit murder, they stood up together, they beat the same rhythm, their eyes were fixed on the iron seeds, they were more and more numerous, and soon surrounded the iron seeds.

The scene is on the verge of erupting.

As long as the iron breed dares to touch the bald man, this place will become a bloody group fight field.

On the five iron ores, more iron types drilled out with weapons, however, the garrison of the port also came, and a group of soldiers received a report that some iron species molested the women of the good family in the west at the dock and caused a brawl and murder, and the port garrison never had a good impression of the iron species, and the soldiers were furious when they heard it, and their blood surged, and they immediately rushed over.

The centurion, who manages the port terminals, is a distant branch of the Lannister family: Achill Lannitz.

Holding back his anger, Archer rushed over with the angry soldiers, and he was taken aback when he saw the three killing gods of Dunson, Love, and Polliver from a distance.