As an ambitious iron breed, Harrag decided that his mission should not be to be sent to guard the stables with Poole, who he thought had always been stupid, but to enter the inn full of prey and engage in a real battle.

Despite the safety of crouching here, and despite the claims of the leader of Iren about the importance of his mission, Harrag was still skeptical and resistant—

The exit to the hotel is blocked, so who else can run here and escape on horseback?

So isn't the task of him and that stupid Poole just to guard the horses?

Why is this important?

Apparently they were ostracized, and while others ran in and paid the iron money with impunity, Harraq could only crouch at the door of the stable, smelling the foul smell of horse manure in his nose and the neighing of restless horses in his ears.

"If all these horses belong to us, then we will be rich." Poole beside him said a hopeful word, and Harag secretly added that he was enduring this demented idiot in his head

"Maybe you should ask our leader Iren if it's proper to pay a few horses." He snorted in response.

"Forget it, the head will hit me in the head." The other party replied quietly.

You also have self-knowledge. Halag pouted secretly when he heard this.

The group of them went ashore in seclusion for the purpose of finding out the news, but it was obviously impossible to have any news in the remote fishing villages, and there was no news in the hidden woods.

So after taking a look at the surrounding area, Lord Iron, who led them, decided to take advantage of the inn near the woods - there was a lot of traffic in the hotel, and it was naturally more well-informed.

Normally, this would be a good solution, but the alcoholic Eren . The leader of Greyjoy seemed reluctant to accept that his brothers were commanding the fleet to fight the enemy, and that he himself was only sent to be an important spy, so perhaps to vent, perhaps to pay some iron, the leader of Iren decided to take a tough stance to inquire about the news, rather than to conceal it.

In his heart, Harraq was very unimpressed by this - this practice was a happy one, but it obviously had consequences, and if any of the people in it escaped and leaked their existence, then he himself probably would not have any good fruit to eat.

He won't forget that this is the land of lions.

And it's an old lion who has been provoked.

Thinking to himself, Halag suddenly heard some movement behind him, turned his head to look, and couldn't help frowning.

What did he see?

A little boy?

How does a kid get out?

The doubts in his heart did not make Harag hesitate, and the order given by the leader of Iren was not to spare anyone, so he looked sideways at his companions.

"Deal with him, Poole."

"I hate to do it to kids." Complaining like this, the sturdy man named Poole did not hesitate, but stood up with his long axe and strode towards the child.

Seeing this, the boy with his messy black hair looked alarmed, took two steps back, turned and ran out of the back door of the stable, but Harag sneered at this.

There is a closed yard in the back, where can you run?

Poor little guy.

Watching Poole's back disappear, Harrag thought to himself.

There is a clear difference between these young children in the Green Lands and the children of the Iron Islands, they lack courage and only cry out loud or flee in panic when faced with danger, but they do not know that in the face of real danger, running away will not solve the slightest problem.

The only way to do this is to go head-on. Harrag was bored by a phrase his father had told him before leaving.

At least the heroics who can die in this way.

He thinks it's true, but it's actually what his father tells him to do when he's in danger. He was worried, there was no sea water on land, and if he died here, would he be able to return to the palace of the drowning god to have fun with the mermaids?

As soon as he thought of this, Harag's mood unconsciously deteriorated, and because of the child who had just appeared, he thought about this important thing for him, or for the Iron People.

Iron is born in the sea, and must die in the sea......

Apparently Harrag didn't think anything unexpected would happen, but he squatted at the door of the stable and waited for a while, only a faint shouting and a sudden scream, which made him stunned and then frowned.

"Can't even solve it with a child? What a piece of rubbish. ”

With this in mind, he simply stood up, drew his axe from his waist, and strode to the back door of the stable.

The scream was familiar to him, but he thought it might have been a child's arm bite or something, and he didn't think about the danger of his stupid but strong companion like a cow.

However, just as he lifted the curtain of the back door and walked out, he suddenly found that his stupid companion was now slumped not far from the courtyard, clutching his bleeding thighs and neck, and his mouth grew but trembled silently and pointed at him!

This made Halag's heart tighten, but before he could react otherwise, his neck suddenly sank, as if something heavy had fallen on his shoulder.

This was followed by a rough sensation of a sharp object piercing through his eyes, accompanied by a violent pain, which made Harrag can't help but let out a scream, and the weapon in his hand subconsciously swung towards his head, but it seemed to sweep into the air, but the sharp object in his eyes was instantly withdrawn.

The withdrawal brought a more intense pain, but Harrag didn't have time to experience the pain, and suddenly felt a cold metal weapon pierce through his neck, blocking his throat and making it very difficult to breathe.

The young ironman's screams were forced to stop, and the strength of his hand holding the weapon dissipated in an instant, and his eyes stared upwards with great effort, but he could not see the face of the attacker at all, only a small leg hanging on his chest, and judging by the size of the leg, it was obvious that he was not an adult.

At least the heroic death......

The thought crossed his mind in a hazy way, and then his thoughts were swallowed up by endless bitterness.

What kind of heroism is it to die at the hands of a child?

The important thing is that there is no sea here......

The young ironman's body collapsed to the ground with a clatter, sending a cloud of dust flying with him, and the black-haired boy around his neck also rolled to the ground in the direction of the fall, and finally stood up defactly.

After standing still and panting for a moment, the boy crouched down and wiped the blood stains on the dagger in his hand with the clothes on the corpse, and finally flipped his fingers, and the dagger was tucked into his sleeve.

Then he looked at the corpse of another iron man who was lying in a pool of blood not far away, staring blankly at the sky and quietly dying, and then turned his head sideways and quietly listened to the movement outside for a while, feeling that there was no surprise, so he stepped towards the front of the stable.

The series of battles seemed to last less than a minute, and the shouts of killing in the direction of the inn were still hazy and violent, and it was clear that the iron people among them had not yet dealt with everyone inside.

The boy thought he had plenty of time for himself, and he was now wondering whether he should go away at all, but just as he reached the front of the stable, what he saw changed color in an instant.

Not far from the woods, a group of iron people appeared at this moment, and the direction they were heading was where the stables were!