"That white mist, a miasma, can't stand at the bottom of it. Elder Jeremiah said, pointing to a cloud in front of him.

"What happens if I get a miasma?" asked Brienne. Her question was serious.

"You will vomit, your limbs will be weak, and in severe cases, you will faint. ”

"I've heard of the more deadly miasma. Ange said.

"Yes, the peach-colored mist miasma, which we call the Devil's Kiss, will immediately fall into a coma if it is swept away by it, and if people are not dragged to a place where the air is clear and smooth in time to rescue, people and livestock will surely die. “

"I seem to see a magic kiss. Riding on a tall horse, the Devil Mountain said, "Be careful, there is a Devil's Kiss moving in the woods ahead." “

"Ho!" replied in unison.

Janine rode a peninsula mare, pure white, not tall, but temperamental, fast, and confident, not much different from the horses of the Magic Mountain.

"It's Bill's swamp ahead, so be careful. In addition to the magic kiss, there is also a suffocating ghost, a pure black mist, rancid and unpleasant, although the toxicity is not violent, but it makes it difficult to open the mouth, nose and eyes when you smell it, even if you are saved, you can't eat for half a month, eat what you vomit. When a person is suffocated, he often suffocates to death, and there is a hallucination of ghosts in front of him. “

"It's a strange smell, and then hallucinating?" Zeli said curiously.

"Yes, the stench of decay is simply unbearable. During the day, you are not afraid of encountering a suffocating ghost, so just see it coming and avoid it. I'm afraid of the night. It floated in and out of sight, enveloping the camp, and by the time people could smell it, it was too late. “

"Isn't there an antidote?" said Moshan, frowning slightly. The Clegane army is not afraid of battle, not afraid of beasts, but it can't fight this miasma, and can only run away or fall to the ground to win.

He didn't want to see the red smoke and his elite cavalry from the Cregan to be wrapped in a miasma.

"I have an antidote, but there are too many of us, there are more than 400 people in the Cregan Army and Warner soldiers, and this antidote is only enough for more than 20 people. ”

"Then let's not go deep into the swamp. Magic Mountain looked at Jenny inquiringly.

Jenny nodded in agreement.

Comwarner, who was beside Janie, said, "The warriors of all the tribes of the peninsula have come to the Birkai Marsh, and we are not bad on the periphery. They hunted tightly inside, and the Red Smoke Beast was bound to escape. “

"Red smoke is not afraid of fog miasma?" Magic Mountain was a little surprised. As a time-traveler, he has learned about the unicorn very fragmented, the trajectory of the world has changed, and he does not know anything about the unicorn itself except for its name.

"The elders spread the word of mouth that the red smoke grew in the mist miasma of the Demon Kiss. Elder Jeremiah said, "The Red Smoke Beast that the Warner King of our Warner tribe once captured was in the mist miasma of the swamp, inside the Demon Kiss. ”

The Magic Mountain and the generals looked at each other.

The swamp is deadly enough, the vipers and beasts are enough, and to hunt down Red Smoke in the miasma is to dance with the devil in hell.

"I think Warner King must have an antidote to the miasma. ”

"Yes, he and his three warriors took the mist miasma antidote and entered the demon kiss mist miasma that no one dared to enter to hunt down Red Smoke. This is a feat that no one has the courage to do, and in the miasma, even if there is an antidote, it will cause poisoning because of the breathing of the miasma into the body. Warner King succeeded, though. King Warner, who had obtained the Red Smoke Beast, later rode the Red Smoke Beast and unified the peninsula with heavy axe cavalry, which was the most glorious era of the Warner Tribe. The elder's face was full of light, and his tone was longing. Looks like he wants to go back to the time of King Warner!

"Let's not go into the depths of the swamp. "Janie suggested the Magic Mountain. The armor and shield of the Magic Mountain, the weight of the body and the war horse are combined, and there is no quicksand in the swamp, and it is difficult to bear the weight of the Magic Mountain, "Of course, if the Warner Warriors want to enter, we will meet you outside." ”

"Let's look at the layout of other tribes first, and then make a decision based on the actual situation. The Magic Mountain said, "What is the magic of Red Smoke?"

The team slowed down and slowly entered the Bilgan marshes. There is a tribal guide in front of you, so you don't have to worry about falling into the quicksand, it's a bottomless abyss.

"Lord Duke, I have heard my father say that the sweat of red smoke is like our blood, and if a weak child eats it, he will grow into the strongest warrior of the tribe. "Our family ancestors are people who have eaten red smoke, sweat and blood. The people of our vein are more powerful than the other races, and the warriors of the tribe are all very strong in arms, and they are good at using heavy axes with two blades. ”

The mountain remembered Comm's father and uncle, both strong men with heavy axes, and Com's uncle was even stronger, like arms and bodies made of rock.

Magic Mountain glanced at Jenny, Jane nodded slightly, and Magic Mountain understood that what Comm said was true.

Sweat like blood?!

Magic Mountain remembered a word: sweat and blood BMW!

The carving of Warner King in Comm's arms, the form of the Red Smoke Beast, was a horse, the only difference was the shiny red fur, and a sharp and sharp horn in the middle of the head.

"It's so amazing to drink red smoke?" said Angay, surprised, "if you eat a piece of meat......

Before he could finish speaking, Angay felt the knife-like gaze from the Warner tribesmen.

The elders, the young Kom patriarch, and the Warner warriors looked at Angay together, their eyes dissatisfied.

Angay was suddenly embarrassed, and looked up to the sky and snorted: "I'm sorry, Warner Warriors, I'm just kidding." ”

The elder said, "General Angay, the closer we are to the swamp, the less we should say these ominous words. Red Smoke is a mythical beast that hears our disrespect for it and then launches a surprise attack on us. It will kill. ”

"Is it rumor or is it true?" Moshan asked.

"Of course it's true, Lord Duke. The elder said respectfully.

"Soldiers of Clegane, from now on, don't say anything disrespectful to the Red Smoke Beast. ”

"Ho!" the soldiers agreed.

An Gai didn't think so, and chopped up all the fur, bones, good meat of the front and back legs, stomach and intestines, etc., with a sword, and then got a big pot, and stewed the Red Smoke Beast, which had never met and had no grudges, and invited all the refugees in the flea nest to eat a big bowl.

Thinking of the wonderful, a smile appeared on Angay's face.

Ahead, there was a torrent, and the corpse of a warrior lay prostrate on the surface of the water, floating down the water.

Dunson jumped off his horse, scooped up the corpse, flipped it over, and all the generals were taken aback, the corpse's face was bitten by something, and it looked extremely cruel.

"We've seen injuries like this. Sir Graden said.

"Yes, on the side of the road not far into Warner Tribe territory, half of a villager's face was scarred like this. Erin said.

"That's what the Red Smoke Beast did. The elder affirmed, "This warrior is either alone, a scout, or has said something disrespectful to the Red Smoke Beast, and has been targeted by the Red Smoke Beast, and has a dead end." “

Dunson was surprised: "The edge of the Birgan Marsh and Warner Territory are two hundred miles apart. This Red Smoke Beast is really wandering. Why do you think it's in this swamp right now?"

"Every tribe has a knack for tracking beasts, and the Red Smoke Beast is the easiest. The path it travels leaves a very different mark. We've been told for sure that the Birkai Swamp is the territory of the Crimson Smokemon. No matter where it goes outside to play, it will eventually come back here. ”

"Elder, what are the specialties of the Red Smoke Beast?" asked Brienne.

The elder replied: "The cliff that the best war horse can't go up to, the red smoke can go, once it runs, it won't slow down for days and nights, how many miles can the fastest horse run in a day? ”

The generals were in an uproar, and they were all surprised.

Magic Mountain looked at Jenny, and Jenny's eyes were transmissive. Magic Mountain's heart shook, and Jenny told him that although it was an exaggeration to run thousands of miles in a day, in one day and one night, if it was a plain avenue, the red smoke could run more than 1,500 miles. Thinking that the Red Smoke Beast could run like this for several days in a row, the shock in the heart of the Demon Mountain was no less than that of any soldier.

"What about the explosive power of the Red Smoke Beast?" Demon Mountain pretended not to think so, and asked the elder lightly.

"Fast as lightning, unstoppable! If we see the red smoke in front of us now, and you draw your sword and raise your sword to attack, but before your sword is raised, it will already rush in front of you, bite your head, and kick down your warhorse! When you fall, you may only see a red shadow from beginning to end. ”

"Look at the soldier's chest armor sunken in, with hoof prints on it. Dunson said, pointing to the soldier's corpse.

As the mountain looked, he saw a chest armor that had almost been kicked to pieces, a deep depression like a crack in a spider's web, a large torn gap.

What a fierce kick!

Suddenly, the Magic Mountain had an unquenchable desire: he wanted to get Red Smoke!

The team crossed the rapids and continued on its way.

A group of cavalry flashed out of the woods ahead, and the mountain noticed that these cavalry were all protected by armor. He estimated that because of entering the territory of the Red Smoke Beast, the soldiers of all tribes gathered all the armor and protected themselves with armor.

"Which tribe?" shouted a leader wearing a wolf-shaped helmet.

The elder stepped forward: "Warner Tribe. ”

"The Warner tribe has entered, and the leader is Warner's first warrior, Stanbeck Warner, who are you?"

More than a dozen cavalry on the other side blocked the road ahead.

"Warner Elder Jeremiah. The elder took out his own order of elder, which was the pattern of the temple and the Red Smoke Beast.

"Who are these?"

"The King's Red Guard. Jenny said, her voice was crisp, but it had its own majesty, "The Crab Claw Peninsula belongs to the king's territory, you are all vassals under the king's banner, what tribe is the general, in the king's territory, why dare you block the king's guards?"

The other party is suffocated!

This is a new question, and no one has ever questioned the people of the Crab Claw Peninsula so with such confidence. Everyone knows that outsiders cannot be allowed to enter the Crab Claw Peninsula, but nominally and politically, the Crab Claw Peninsula does belong to the royal domain, and for hundreds of years, they are all vassals under the king's banner. There is no need to deny this, it is true, denial is rebellion, and what the people of the Crab Claw Peninsula are proud of is loyalty.

First swore allegiance to the Dragons, then to Robert Baratheon.

In the verbal exchange, the other party is obviously not Janie's opponent.

“...... Madame ...... "Since the other party can enter the Crab Claw Peninsula and go with the Warner tribe, it is the guest (passerby) who has passed the test," the leaders of our peninsula tribes have gathered here, and there is something very important to discuss, please Madame and your guards to recuse themselves. ”

"The King's Guard, in the King's Lands, anywhere. May I ask you, Chief, is the Birkai Marsh a private domain of your tribe?"

"Uh...... It's not ......"

"Don't get out of the way!" shouted Jenny.

The magic mountain slapped his horse forward, the giant sword was unsheathed, and with a wave of left and right, the leader and a cavalryman who grabbed it flew away.

The two of them flew out like projectiles, crossed many trees, and smashed to the ground with two sounds, dizzy for a while, their legs were weak, and they couldn't struggle.

The rest of the scouts were dumbfounded.

This giant, like a god, has to look up, the great sword is so wide that it has never been heard of, never seen before, cold and cold.

The team continued to move forward, and in front, one by one, dilapidated tents appeared. The soldiers came out of their tents and watched the procession pass by, all of them with surprises on their faces.

Aren't there scouts out there?

Aren't all the chieftains of the peninsula here?

Why suddenly another army came in, and the armor and weapons were so good, most of the warriors had never seen such a well-equipped cavalry ranks.

The leader of the tribe went to a meeting, the dragons were leaderless, and the soldiers stared at the team, and no one said a word.

The team continued to move on, deep into the swampy forest, and in front of them there was a tribal tent, but they were all rattan beds hanging from trees, war horses were tied to trees, and soldiers were chatting and drinking in twos and threes. There were no sentinels in the ranks, there was no order, there was a rabble at the time, and it seemed that there was no leader on duty.

"Lord Duke, Madame, we need to find a place to camp, and then send a tracking expert to find the whereabouts of the Red Smoke Beast. Teenage Matriarch Comwarner spoke. He rarely speaks, but when he does, it's never nonsense.

"Good!" Magic Mountain also meant.

Further on, there will only be more tribes. The first tribe, the Demon Mountain, counted the number of people, less than a hundred cavalry, and the armor was very poor, and the second tribe, less than one hundred and twenty people, was also poorly armored. It seems that the tribe stationed outside is a very weak small tribe.

In comparison, the Warner Tribe is not weak. Steinbeck's cavalry numbered more than two hundred.

Once again, the party crossed the camp of the two small tribes and chose to camp on a small shallow beach near the water. The view here is wide, and no matter where people or beasts come from, they are within sight.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and another group of men and horses arrived, and the elders and the Warner tribe met them.

"Warner Tribe?"

"Yes!"

"Who's the team leader?"

"I am!Elder Jeremiah!" the elder said.

"Call the leader of your King's Guard and come with us!"

"Where to go?"

"In the woods ahead, all the tribal leaders are in a meeting together. ”

"Okay, we'll come later. ”

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