"Great, my lord, can you look at me like this?"

In a semi-enclosed hall, more than a dozen soldiers stood bare-chested in front of Charles in a strange posture that resembled a crouch on one foot and a volley in the air.

One of them, a dun young man whom he had seen not long ago, swayed his posture and asked Charles, who had walked by.

Looking at his appearance at the moment, and then looking down at the pattern in the sheepskin scroll in his hand, Charles was secretly a little dazed, and nodded on the surface.

The night watchman, who had come back from the dead, was so excited that he began to sway intently, muttering something to his mouth.

If you listen closely, you will realize that this is a blacksmith blessing or something.

Charles, who had walked past the others, also received a burst of inquiry, and most of the soldiers looked adoring and humble, and their tones were unusually respectful.

These are the soldiers who have followed him to the land of eternal winter, and most of them have been resurrected and worshipped as gods.

Of course, this is just basically, they actually see the Charr as a reincarnation of a god, or a spokesperson or something, rather than the actual gods themselves.

After all, the gods in the sky are only in the heavens, and it is not normal to fall into the mundane and become a human being.

That's why the soldiers still call the Charr a big man.

There are exceptions, though.

There was also a fanatical soldier who ran up to Charles and shouted something about a great god when he was out for a walk, but he got too close and was pulled away by the iron-legged guards.

Charles felt that there was something wrong with the belief in the heart of the presumptuous god.

In other words, the people of the Middle Ages were generally simple-minded, completely different from the modern people who could not be fooled by the evil forces.

Irrelevant thoughts flashed through his mind, and Charles had corrected all the soldiers' postures, and then returned to the front of the hall, and quietly began to watch with his hands behind his back.

Beside him was Tyrion, who looked like a butler, in the opposite posture of Charles, with his hands clasped in front of him, no taller than Charles' waist, and his slightly curly blonde hair was ugly, and his posture looked quite honest.

However, his black and green eyes kept turning, looking at the strangely behaving soldiers in front of him, full of curiosity and inquiry.

Not long ago, Tyrion, who had not yet recovered from the shocking news of the resurrection of the two men from the Charles, saw Iron Legs come out of the King's Tower and beckoned some of the soldiers in the barracks to meet the Charles.

Although he didn't know exactly what was going on, it was obvious that this kind of excitement could not miss the opportunity for him to appear, so he quickly followed.

And then he stood right here.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The dwarf, who was very research-minded, pretended to be calm on the surface, and was secretly full of doubts, observed the strange postures of the soldiers, and secretly glanced at the scroll with unknown words written on Charles's back, and had a sense of uncertainty.

He didn't believe that he had brought in more than a dozen soldiers with such "fanfare" just to pose here.

In fact, although Charles himself didn't pay much attention, his every move was able to attract the attention of countless people.

There weren't many people at the scene at the moment, but if he walked out of here, he would find that many people, including the head of the night watch, were more or less focused on the hall on the first floor of the King's Tower.

Compared to the others, Tyrion considers himself lucky.

However, even if he saw all this with his own eyes, he couldn't figure out what exactly this person wanted to do at the moment. This made Tyrion scratch her ears and cheeks.

However, these charrs did not need much explanation, because it was not long before the change occurred suddenly.

When more than a dozen soldiers trembled and maintained their strange postures, a rumbling sound sounded out of thin air, and then a flash of blue-white lightning suddenly appeared in the void and fell on the head of one of the soldiers in the blink of an eye!

With a pop, the soldier, who was already struggling to maintain, was immediately knocked to the ground, his brain hair in contact with the thunder and lightning was scorched black and smoking, his upper body was also black, and his body twitched and flashed with electric arcs.

"The gods are above, what happened?"

"Vic, what's wrong with you!"

"Vic!?"

……

The exclamations came one after another, and the soldiers' eyes turned to the hapless companion, but then the other party got up from the ground tremblingly, and the charred black body that still had lightning remnants trembled and looked quite strange.

"How?" Charles quietly appeared in front of him, looking at the soldier in a daze and asked.

"I ......"

The soldier raised his hand and clenched his fist, and the back of his black hand immediately appeared with green tendons that only appear after exertion, and his expression was full of confusion: "It hurts, but it's ...... Very ......"

"Cool?"

The dwarf stubble that sensed something from his expression. The soldier nodded hurriedly.

As a result, as soon as he lowered his head like this, the hair on the top of his head, which had become fragile, immediately fell out and pounced on the soldier.

He began to stretch out his hand to pull, and he looked very energetic and not weak at all after being struck by lightning. It's also completely different from the situation of a baby in a coma -

After all, one is an adult and the other is a baby.

It's the brown hair that has been gnawed by a dog that makes people a little unbearable to look at.

The companions were fine, and the soldiers were finally relieved, and they couldn't help but laugh a little because of it.

However, Charles was here, but they didn't dare to show it, but under Charles's glance, they returned to their previous appearance with some trepidation.

Soon after, a series of lightning thunderbolts rang out.

The sound was incessant, causing curiosity and happiness among the eavesdropping vigils outside the hall.

"I'm not going to be hacked to death."

I couldn't see the internal situation, and the bear old Mormont, who was pretending to be passing by outside, subconsciously touched his face and beard.

"Hack to death, hack to death!" A high-pitched echo voice came out of the crow's mouth on his shoulder, the bird's head turning, and its small dark eyes full of excitement.

……

The Thunder Monk Training Method is a practice method that is more popular in a certain province of the High Mountain Country of the Main World.

In fact, in Acavia, not all transcendents cast spells, and those who win with physical strength are relatively few, but not impossible.

Takayama Country is a place where melee combat is the mainstream.

It's just that the relationship between Du Lin and the High Mountain Country is not harmonious, so it is usually difficult to meet the transcendents of the High Mountain Country, and the only person Xia Er has come into contact with is a spellcaster.

And the so-called Thunder Monk Training Method actually originated from an organization called Exorcist Walkers.

As the name suggests, this method of cultivation is carried out using thunder and lightning.

And the word monk in the back does not refer to some kind of monk, but because most of the people who practice this method will be struck into bald by lightning, and after coming and going, this bald organization is called a monk - they did not refute it.

There is such a "martial arts secret book" in the King's Tower collection, but Charles didn't pay much attention to it when he saw it before.

However, when he discovered the changes in this world due to the birth of the Seven Gods, he had a flash of inspiration and thought of this.

Cultivating this method normally, it is difficult to find thunder and lightning, and it is even more difficult to find the right thunder and lightning that will not be hacked to death.

However, in the case of A Song of Ice and Fire, it seems that if you are pious enough and pray sincerely, you can pray for thunder and lightning to come, and you will not be afraid of being hacked to death.

This kind of convenience is simply unbearable without taking advantage of it.

So although Charles didn't care much about developing his forces, it didn't prevent him from doing so casually at the moment.

It's just that he obviously wouldn't have thought of what kind of chain reaction the emergence of this cultivation method would trigger.

You must know that the Song of Ice and Fire is a low-demon world, and here, there is no so-called cultivation method.

But even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care too much. After all, there have been too many fundamental changes in this world during this time.

……

"Are you saying that as long as you cultivate this method, you can nourish your body?"

After the initial practice, the soldiers were dispersed by the Charr.

He returned to the King's Tower with Tyrion and began writing on his desk in Andal.

He was explaining everything as he wrote, only to notice something in Tyrion's eyes.

"That's right."

Charles replied, raising his eyes and glancing at the other man, finding that he was thoughtful at the moment, as if he had thought of something.

"You're right, this kind of cultivation can indeed promote the redevelopment of your body shape, although it won't change much, but it's still okay to get a little taller."

Tyrion was thrilled by this, but immediately after Charles' words poured down like a basin of cold water.

"It's just that if you want to cultivate this method, you must become more and more devout to the gods, otherwise the intensity of thunder and lightning will not be able to keep up. Even if you don't have this restriction, I don't recommend you to study. ”

"Why?" Tyrion humbly asks for advice.

"It's simple." Charles replied as he wrote: "After being struck by lightning for a long time, people will become stupid." ”

It sounded funny at first, but Tyrion was silent.

The soldiers can cultivate, because they are supposed to win by force, but he prides himself on eating with his head, and of course he is not allowed to become a reckless man or a fool or anything like that.

After thinking about the gains and losses, the dwarf couldn't help but sigh in frustration.

"But don't be discouraged." Seeing this, Charles raised his eyebrows, then put away his pen, blew the ink on the paper, and handed the thing he had just written in his hand to the other party.

"I don't have time to manage soldier training, so this task can only be handed over to you, come on, if you do a good job, I will prepare a more suitable option for you."

A more suitable choice?

Tyrion perked up, but hesitated as he looked at the stack of papers.

"Your Excellency...... This...... Isn't it better to have iron legs? ”

It makes sense that he needs to say the same.

Even if you take over this stack of secret skills, a bright future seems to be within reach. But normally, it is indeed more suitable to be a captain of the guard who is a soldier.

Humanly speaking, Tyrion doesn't want to offend the guy who has a good relationship with him, although the other party comes from a humble background, but he can't stop people from holding military power now.

"Do you think it's better for him to cultivate this, or is it better to watch others cultivate?"

"And he's illiterate," Charles said. ”

There was no way to refute this, so Tyrion immediately grabbed the "cheats" in his hand.

Seeing that he took this happily. Charles finally advised: "The best effect is to disperse the soldiers, so when it feels almost done, you can scatter them throughout the North, and you don't need to stay here all the time, of course, it's too early to say this, you can see when you do it yourself." ”

Considering the operation of the condensation of the gods, after all, there are only so many faith forces born around the Great Wall, and they have to be divided by many people, and it is estimated that they will be "in short supply".

Therefore, if you separate, the more power you can gather, the stronger the effect will naturally be.

"But......" Tyrion hesitated, but then nodded, "Okay." ”

After explaining a few more things, Tyrion took Charles's newly written cultivation method and left with a heavy heart.

A dozen or so soldiers alone are nothing, but more than two thousand soldiers are not easy to fiddle with, and this matter has to be discussed with the red-robed woman and the iron legs, after all, these two are now the real leaders of the soldiers.

Of course, this does not include the Shire.

……

The gnome leaves, and Charles begins to think.

Monster seeds were born one after another, the seven gods were born, and there were all kinds of turmoil that extended from this......

There are too many changes in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire to take care of it at all, and he doesn't need to pay too much attention to it, just develop naturally.

After playing a chess game, he should also start to study his problem in earnest.