Purple unicorn flag on silver background, golden wreath flag, wheat ear flag, blue beetle flag......

Banners representing the families of the Westlands flutter in the wind, eyeing a castle surrounded by a river.

Groups of soldiers stepped into the water under the stern command of the knights, their legs sinking into the mud, and they continued to rush towards the fortified castle ahead.

A rain of arrows struck the castle in the middle of the river, and the sound of breaking through the air was as sharp and piercing as a cannonball, but it could not make the troops below even a little intimidated.

More than 30 soldiers were shot to death, and their bodies fell into the water while screaming, and the later soldiers were forced to "quit" the war because they had no time to brake and tripped over many of their companions.

One soldier was shot in the shoulder, and he subconsciously moved his footsteps, but he had already deviated from the waterway that had been flowed countless times by the forward, and the sting pain of the ball of his foot stepping on the trap caused him to fall into the murky river without standing still. Then he was killed on the spot by a large group of soldiers running behind him, and his blood spread and spread under the water, but it was mixed into one by the swarming trampling on the muddy water.

Many more died by charging ashore, climbing ladders, and even being doused with fire oil and burned, and their bodies kicked and trampled like rags. He fought bravely in life, but now he has become a roadblock to his companions and is rejected by others.

The Lannister army has besieged the city surrounded by rivers for a long time, from the initial inability to land, to climbing the walls, to the occasional occupation, and constantly attacking, shouts of killing are raging.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air, the crashing of catapults, and the sound of countless soldiers rushing through the water all add to the brutal hustle and bustle of what should have been a peaceful and peaceful city on the water.

This should have lasted until the Lannisters successfully stormed the walls, and in fact, the tightly besieged Riverrun was already showing signs of falling, but the arrival of a messenger broke the pattern of the war.

At this time, in the Lannister barracks, many Western Lords gathered in the cloudy main tent, making a lot of noise and making an uproar.

"One person scares off thousands of soldiers!? The wraiths won't believe him! ”

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe in the ghost, what matters is whether we believe it or not?"

"I don't believe it!"

"I don't believe it, dark wizards are so terrifying?"

"But there's no way Mistress Tyrion could lie about this."

"The enemy forced him to do that?"

"I wonder if the Toad Witch's recipe is working."

……

The ravens were released before the fall of Luanhe City, and after reaching the Golden Tooth City not far from here, they were quickly whipped to the battlefield by messengers, and the news that the wizard alone scared off more than 2,000 clans spread far and wide, and the rapid arrival of the northern army made everyone unable to sit still. The lords temporarily abandoned the siege army and hurried here to discuss countermeasures.

However, after "deliberating" for a long time, there was still no result, and even many people were full of doubts about this news.

Quietly listening to the noise of the vassals, after a while, the first sturdy old man with a bald head and blue eyes and a short golden beard suddenly said: "Inform Sir Clegane to take back the riverland to harass the cavalry, and rush to make peace with the army." ”

After that, without waiting for the others to react, he gave another series of orders.

"Sir Cliveton, you're making sure no ravens fly in Riverrun during this time?"

"I swear by the honor of my family, my lord, that our archers have spared no raven!"

"Good." The bald old man nodded, "Tell Riverrun, release Jaime, and I'll withdraw immediately." ”

"Withdrawal? This ......"

At first hearing this, there was an eerie silence in the tent. The vassals looked at each other, a little inexplicable.

Even if this news is true, the army of the North is coming, but it is only more than 10,000 troops, although it is bound to make the Lannisters look ahead, but they will not retreat, right?

Doesn't retreating mean that this war has been lost?

Right now, it won't take long to bring down this Luanhe City, if you work harder......

"My lord, I think." One of the lords couldn't help but speak, but before he could finish, he was interrupted.

"I need you to do it." The bald old man gave him a cold look, so he hurriedly lowered his head: "Yes." ”

Seeing this, the old man ignored him and turned his head to look at the person in the corner of the long table.

"How's the Lanli army marching?"

"I'm still struggling and won't speed up, but it's a day before it ends, and I think we should be prepared." The man replied.

"It's time to prepare." The old man squinted, then asked the attendant to bring a pen and paper, and wrote down a secret letter.

Sealed with fire paint, his short bearded cheeks suddenly flashed a hint of hesitation, but the emotion was fleeting, and he then handed the letter to the person beside him.

"Go to King's Landing, deliver this letter to the Queen Mother, remember, you sent it personally!"

"Yes, sir!" The man got up as soon as he took it, saluted, and hurried away.

Looking at the back of him leaving, the old man subconsciously touched a silver ring on his finger, and a trace of complexity flashed on his face.

"It's all for the Lannister." He muttered in a low voice, as if to persuade himself, and his face returned to its usual solemnity.

……

Black blood dripped down his wrist and melted into the silver basin filled with water below, and as soon as it fell, it quickly blackened the water like ink.

The blood that should have been bright red turned black at this time because of the secret text all over the body, and the group of things blocked by the secret text, and it kept dripping, as if there was a cry faintly coming out of it, but more of it, it was still the ticking sound of falling into the water.

The blood kept flowing, and the secret text seemed to flow with the "blood" dripping, and the whole body of Charles was as black as ink at the beginning, to dim as gray, and then to faint traces, and finally, as the black blood was exhausted, the red blood overflowed, and there was no secret text on his body.

And the basin made of silver in front of him was filled with a dark liquid like ink!

It's a basin of shampoo full of ghosts!

Looking down for a moment, Charles took a deep breath and then jerked his head completely into the water.

When his cheeks touched the black water, he did not encounter the normal feeling of suffocation, but instead felt as if he had poked his head into a cave, empty and quiet, full of gloomy atmosphere.

A slight moist touch was faint, and a cold wind accompanied by countless trivial whispers came into his ears, and Charles opened his eyes to see that everything around him was no longer in the room he was in!

It was a completely enclosed, dark underwater world, hazy as far as the eye could see, and it was pitch black below, so that the bottom could not be seen, and the same was true for the surroundings, and Charles could not see his head, because his cheeks were looking downward.

A group of smoky figures roamed the underwater world, some expressionless, some with distorted facial features, some furiously flying, and some crying and shouting.

Of course, the shouts did not exist, these ghosts were mute, and although their demeanor was full of spirit, they could not make any discernible sounds, only the faint whispers and murmurs that rippled silently around them, but could not cause any ripples in the quiet "sea" around them.

This place existed before the Charr "came", and when the outside cheek touched the water, a huge human face appeared in the sky of the dark world.

The deep eyes of the giant face shone with spiritual light, shining into this dark sealed world like two searchlights, and the dark water light was obvious, and the light flickered with the blink of an eye, and also startled the souls of the aimless dead.

Seemingly very frightened of this, groups of smoke-like figures hurriedly avoided the illumination of these two pillars of light, but this place seemed mysterious and mysterious, but in fact it was not very big, no matter how they dodged, they could not completely break free from the shroud of light.

So Charles saw it all at all.

These hazy shadows float here, the upper body is completely translucent humanoid, and the lower body is like smoke, wandering with gray trails.

They are the souls that Charles has taken into his body, sealed by the secret text, and confined to this inexplicable place by the secret text.

They may still retain a bit of their memories and spirituality, so much so that they are very afraid of the sudden appearance of the Charr, but some of them are bold enough to do the opposite.

A tall man with a large body shrouded in a layer of black mist did not retreat after the searchlight appeared, and his face was hideous and rushed into the sky, as if he was about to rush up and bite off a bite of flesh and blood.

However, as soon as it approached, a large black net that suddenly appeared immediately blocked it, and no matter how much it resisted, it could not break free.

The large net was constructed by countless secret texts, and the collision of the fierce soul in the water not only did not damage it in the slightest, but began to bloom as if it was provoked, and the color was similar to the dense mist gas emitted by the fierce soul's body, but it seemed to be very restrained, making the mist in its body fly and be slightly unstable.

The murderous spirit retreated unwillingly, but when those scarlet pupils looked at the sky, no one could ignore the deep resentment contained in them.

The searchlight glanced at it as a result, revealing its face. It was a short, stocky, middle-aged man with a black beard, and what had happened in the moments before his death had caused thick black blood to flow from his seven orifices, his facial features were hideous, and his eyes were full of twisted bloodshots.

[The soul of the nameless dead corpse in Luanhe City, he may have been greatly humiliated during his lifetime; He is full of hatred for the living]

……

Needless to say, this thing must have been the same scary face that had come out twice before, and Charles looked at it several times, until the wraith grinned at him, and then began to open and close his lips as if he remembered something serious.

In the dark world, ethereal spells came from all directions, and a large number of revenants seemed to have been enchanted with a tight spell, their faces were in pain, light smoke was steaming, and their entire bodies seemed to begin to become unstable.

In fact, it wasn't as if, but it was really unstable, the ghosts first shaking, then wailing with their faces up, then their hands and facial features began to collapse like worn walls, their facial features, their hands, their brains, and their chests. As the spell continues, destruction spreads throughout the body.

One, two, ten, hundred...... Eventually, a sea of gray smoke from the "collapse" of the ghost filled this dark place, rippling and completely obscuring the dark water below.

At this time, in the dark space, except for the resentful spirit hiding in the corner and "shivering", there was only one figure in a white robe who still maintained its size.

He still seemed to retain the consciousness of his life, kneeling on the "ground", his mouth opening and closing as if he were nervously praying, but in his current state, the voice of this person was only faintly strange.

As his gaze broke, a message drifted in front of him.

[The spirit of a missionary, who is very religious; He is full of hatred for your existence]

"I didn't kill you, why do you hate me?" Secretly "comforting" himself, Charles did not hesitate, seeing that the candidate had been screened out by the spell, he immediately began to make the next spell.

……

The tongue of oaths, the mask of ghosts, and the imp of death.

Each of these three camouflage spells has its own way to practice, and the Tongue of Oath is the best to practice, as long as there are enough ghosts, it can be completely practiced.

Ghost masquerade, on the other hand, depends on what kind of person you need to disguise yourself, whether you are good, bad, full of evil, or have good intentions......

As for the death imps, there are no fixed requirements, any spirit can be used, but Charles has already thought of a goal, just wait for him to "train" them one by one, and then "devour".

In fact, after the devastating screening just now, he actually had no other choice.