The breeze was blowing, and he looked at the raging river below rushing through the moat, and the short man on tiptoe turned his head to look at a middle-aged mercenary with black hair and black eyes beside him.

"Father had thought of separating old Frey from that wolf cub and then drawing that cunning old thing over to us, but alas, Ed. Stark's escape leaves him with no hope of success. ”

"Wouldn't it be better now?"

"Breaking the kettle shouldn't have been my dad's style, and it's not as pretty as it seems; Moreover, what is good about fighting. Tyrion shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's a pity that Bolton didn't agree to our proposal, otherwise the war would have ended long ago." ”

"It's no surprise now, I think you should be the one who wins in the end." The black-haired mercenary said, "Especially after you take this city. ”

"This place is really crucial." Tyrion turned his head to look at Luanhe City behind him, and chuckled: "The Frey family has relied on this place to rise rapidly, but for more than six hundred years, it has already ranked among the top noble families in the Seven Kingdoms, and it is this city under their feet. ”

"It's a huge treasure." The mercenary said, licking the corners of his mouth.

"Are you really willing to give this place to those mountain people?"

"Of course, this is said beforehand."

"What about the true dragon of the Frey family?" When he said this, the mercenary looked playful and sadistic, and his tone was also tinged with disdain.

"Rhaegar. Frey? He used to be a member of the Frey family, but there are very few people left in the Frey family who are still alive," the short man said with interest: "There are too many weasels who look like me, you know, people are always used to disgusting us ugly bastards, so I think he did a good job, but do you think my dad will reuse him and let him be stationed in such an important place?" ”

"But he helped you take this treasure."

"Sure, so he'll get what he's supposed to pay, but not here." As he spoke, the short man turned his head and stood on tiptoe again to look out of the city.

In the distance, a huge camp was rising with smoke, and the early morning fog shrouded the camp, and the large number of troops in it now seemed to him like a swarm of ants in a mirage, black and hazy.

"I was a guest with King Robert to Winterfell." He recalled with emotion: "Ed. Stark doesn't seem to be smiling, and he occasionally has a smile on his good friend Robert, but most of the time he is still very serious. Others, including my sister, thought he was cold or dismissive of us. ”

"So we don't have a crush on Stark, and his quick-tempered Lady Trout is pretty unreasonable...... Well, I think the bastard is kind of funny. ”

"So you see, the Lannisters don't like Stark, and Stark also wants to kill the Lannisters, and they start fighting; War is what it is. ”

"War can benefit a lot of people." The mercenary said with great interest: "Otherwise, you wouldn't be standing here." ”

"If my brother Jaime hadn't been caught, do you think it would have my share?" Tyrion apparently didn't think so, and he exclaimed, "And he only provided me with a rope, and he wanted me to climb the wall, and he wanted me to take down the city, and then he wanted me to grin at a pack of wolves; What do you think is a good thing? ”

"My dad doesn't dislike my short limbs, well, that's a good thing."

"Success is a good thing, and it turns out that you succeeded." The mercenary complimented softly, but his tone was slightly out of tune.

"Come on, it's not a small risk, if it weren't for those clansmen, I guess I would have died in the riot last night." Tyrion said, touching his neck with a palpitation.

The clan people are already disciplined, and there are basically no rules in all aspects, and last night, the remnants of the Frei family forces hidden in the city, relying on their familiarity with Luanhe City, took advantage of their defensive loopholes to launch a surprise attack, and almost didn't cut off his head with a sword.

"If it weren't for the clan, you wouldn't have been able to get in, even if someone opened the door." The mercenary retorted.

……

As he was talking about the clansmen, a tall and strong man in tattered leather armor appeared at the entrance of the city wall, with long brown hair and a shawl, and his facial features were hideously twisted, making this guy not look like a good person.

It was Xia Ga, the leader of the Stone Crow tribe of the Gaoshan clan.

He was carrying a barrel as he ascended the rampart, looking around, his eyes finally fixed on Tyrion's diminutive figure.

Striding up to them, the big man slammed the barrel on the ground and roared at Tyrion with an angry face, "The son of Dove is a warrior, not a boy!" ”

……

"It seems that your natives can't tell the difference between you asking him to carry this thing up and you asking him to find a servant to carry it up." Seeing that Tyrion was sprayed with spit, the mercenary couldn't help but chuckle.

"That may not have been clear." Tyrion wiped his face absently, tilted his head and said, "Okay Xiaga, in order to repay you, I specially got you a few goats, so that you won't have to worry about running out of sheep to feed when you cut off the roots of other people's lives." ”

This seemed to hit him at the vital point, and the anger on the face of the clansman with a hideous expression suddenly subsided, and then asked curiously: "Where did the half-man get the goat?" ”

"Luanhe City is a good place, you have everything." With that, Tyrion stepped over to the barrel, opened the lid, and looked over.

"What the hell is this?" The mercenary leaned over and asked.

Every two days, he saw such an object being brought into the tent of the short man, but he never knew what it was.

"A special evil ward made from the blood of a virgin menarche mixed with a mess of forage, the recipe of which came from an ugly witch in Lannister Harbor; Thanks to the witch, how about a whole barrel? Interested in getting some along? He said as he began to act.

Seeing that Tyrion's hand was stained with some and wiped it on his body, Bronn hurriedly flashed aside.

"You're crazy!?"

The smell of blood came from his body, and Tyrion shrugged his nose in disgust, but his hand didn't stop.

"This thing is said to be effective in preventing witchcraft attacks." Tyrion said: "Even the octopus-clawed spider swore to send a raven to remind him that the absurd thing that happened in King's Landing must be true, if you don't take precautions, who knows if you will be pinched by the wizard when you wake up from sleep?" Of course, if the wizard was a pretty young lady, it wouldn't be too bad to imagine this scene. ”

"Would you like some?" He asked again.

"No, I'm just a small person, and the wizard probably won't notice me." Bronn covered his nose to avoid Tyrion's hand, and suddenly seemed to think of something, looked stunned, and asked, "Then Duke Tywin, ...... he?"

"You think my dad isn't afraid of that dark wizard?" As if thinking of something happy, Tyrion grinned, "He's an old man who cherishes his life very much, and I learned this trick from him." ”

As he spoke, his hands kept moving, and after a while, his entire body was stained with a red and sticky liquid, and the fishy smell spread, and the surrounding soldiers subconsciously took a few steps back, far away from him.

Bolon was stunned.

Thinking of the majestic and unforgiving old Duke Lannister, neatly dressed and beautiful, he could not imagine the unsmiling old man being covered in this thing......

"You will become the laughing stock of the Seven Kingdoms." His tone was weak, tending to moan.

"Now that rumors are spreading in the Seven Kingdoms, the Lannisters have already become a laughing stock, and besides, who do you think would dare to go out and talk nonsense?" Tyrion said, "It doesn't matter if he laughs or not, it's a good idea, you see, we've never fallen for the dark wizard's tricks like my stupid sister, and if the leaders are all controlled by the wizards, then how can this war be played?" ”

When he said this, his ugly face was calm, and he obviously didn't take the dirty work at the moment too seriously.

Bronn was silent for a moment, his eyes looking at Tyrion with pity.

Although the superior has the rights and status of the superior, the risks and burdens borne during the critical period are not light......

"Half-humans have seen a dark wizard?" The big man Xia Ga suddenly came up and asked tentatively - when he is not angry, this guy seems quite honest in his words and deeds.

"I haven't seen him, but I've heard he's not very old and recognizable," Tyrion said, glancing over at the mercenary.

"He may be related to you, he has black hair and black eyes."

"If it weren't for the death of my family, I might have believed you." Boron glanced at him, and then was about to say something, when his expression suddenly froze, turned his head to look out of the city, and frowned: "If I'm not mistaken, the one approaching now is what we call the dark wizard." ”

Hearing this, Tyrion hurriedly turned his head to look, put his hands on the city wall, and after looking at it from a distance for a while, he couldn't help but be surprised, "See, the rumors are really terrible, he is not black at all, but very white." ”

"He looks even prettier than King's Landing Shatajana's top card." Bronn touched his chin, thoughtful.

"And sometimes it can be more popular than those top hands."

"Shagar, the son of Dof, will cut off the root of his life and feed it to the goats!" The big man gathered with them to watch, his face full of disdain, and when he saw the real person, the worried expression he had asked before had already been swept away.

"It's a pity to feed the goats, you should bring it to King's Landing, wizard, and it might sell for a good price."

“……”

While Tyrion and his men were laughing at someone's character at the top of the city, what happened next left everyone jaw-dropping.

"What are they doing?" Someone asked a question, but there was no answer, at this time everyone seemed calm, but in fact, they couldn't help but stare a little nervously outside the city.

As far as the eye could see, the gang unsurprisingly stopped as far as the range could reach outside Luanhe City, and then began to bend over a young man in a black cloak and busily busted around.

The stone slabs that they had carried to them, vaguely carved with a jumble of patterns, were placed on the ground, and all sorts of strange objects were placed with them. Eventually, a sloppy man who was tied up and cursed came to the slate under the push of the two soldiers, and then was pushed and pressed tightly against it.

After that, under the command of the cloaked dark wizard, the bloody scene began.

The soldier crouched down and lowered his head, holding a hammer and an iron nail, aimed at the sloppy man, and then the long nail was hammered into the man's limbs with one hammer after another.

Blood gushed from the wound, and in a short time it infected the entire stone slab, and amid screams and curses, the young figure in the black cloak began to act.

The distance between them and the city wall was not very far, about three hundred meters, and the bow and arrow could not be fired, but the sound could be faintly heard, and at the same time, the bloody scene could make everyone on the city wall see the same.

A low and cold murmur drifted to his ears with the wind, and on the stone slab, the man who had been struggling to break the curse immediately screamed.

Wails of pain, screams of madness, and mouths full of begging for mercy all turn into a chilling thriller as the eerie spell continues.

After the spell lasted for a long time, the last nail was pinned by the soldier to the meeting of the man's neck and chest, and the scream fell into weakness.

However, it didn't end, it seemed like it had just begun.

Many of the guards on the city walls, including Tyrion, could faintly see the scruffy man nailed to the stone slab, and under the rising sun, the skin that was already slightly pale from excessive blood loss quickly turned black and dark, and the whole person seemed to shrink as if it were withering.

As the incantation gradually became high-pitched, the man who was originally strong became an old man who seemed to be old and decrepit in the blink of an eye, his body was dry and sluggish, and his body was extremely rickety, but he could not make himself comfortable even a little because his limbs were stretched out and nailed to the stone slab!

Eventually, the increasingly thin man turned into a skinny, dry corpse freak!

The river breeze blew, the dust swept away, and the shriveled cheeks that were not blind were rushing in the direction of Luanhe City not far away, and in the silent gaze, the dull and withered eyes seemed to take in everyone on the city wall.

Tyrion was silent, his stinking clothes messing in the wind, the black-haired mercenary pursed his lips, subconsciously clenching the hilt of the steel sword at his waist, while the many barbarian soldiers defending the city wall were speechless for a long time.

In this case, the "beautiful beauty" on the other side of the riverbank, who had a strange yin and yang in their mouths before, raised her hand to her neck and slowly stroked, smiled at them cheerfully, turned around and walked away.

……

The air froze, and the faint sound of inhalation around them, accompanied by the sound of the wind and the hazy noise of the city behind them, could not distract even the slightest distraction - what had just happened outside the city was so terrifying that everyone could not speak.

Looking at the back of the departing black robe, for a long time, the big man stammered, and his expression was full of panic.

"Shaga, the son of Dof, yes, I kind of want to pee."