"We're all going to die!"

Hank looked at the crowd of savages and cried, "It's all your fault! Faro! You have to go to Hawksbill Island to see some dragons! Now, we're going to meet the strangers! ”

Faro's complaint distraught him, and he turned back and roared:

"Hank, shut up! We have five people and five swords, what are we afraid of? ”

"Four swords!" Hank retorted, "I'm a bard, only a harp!" And there are more than a dozen wild people on the opposite side! How to fight this! ”

"You can shut up and fight!"

As he spoke, the wildlings were already screaming and attacking, all of them dark-skinned, lean, dressed in ill-fitting leather armor, with faces hidden in thick beards and hair, and weapons of all kinds.

Hank carried a sword handed to him by his companion, but stepped back tremblingly.

I'm a singer, I can't fight. He wanted to wail, but he was afraid of being scolded by his companions.

The situation on the battlefield was chaotic, full of screams and blood.

Hank saw one of his companions grappling with a wild man, only to be stabbed in the back, causing blood to gush out, causing the bard to let out a woman's piercing scream.

"The Seven Gods are above! Who's going to save us! ”

I don't know if the gods heard Hank's prayer, and a rush of horses' hooves sounded faintly, from far and near.

"Someone! Someone! Hank immediately shouted at the top of his voice, "There's someone here!" Help us! ”

As soon as Faro slit the throat of a wild man with his sword, he looked up to see five horsemen rushing in his direction.

They were holding sky-blue flags with a faint drawing of a double-headed eagle.

It's the Caesar family!

Faro's heart was relieved, and he was about to join the call for help, but he saw the wild people around him running away, and he seemed to be calling out something like "Baron of Terror", and his expression was extremely frightened.

"Who are you?" A cavalryman approached and asked.

"I'm a bard!" Hank hurriedly replied, in an aria tone, "Oh, we have heard of the heroic deeds of Lord Caesar, the False King in his hand, and awaken the Demon Dragon!" We came to see him, so we came to visit! I don't know if you can take us to Hawkspew. ”

"You don't have to go to Hawksbill Island." The cavalry said, "Lord Caesar is not far ahead. ”

……

Master Caesar was getting up from Margaery.

The clothes were scattered in the carriage, and it took him a lot of effort to find them all.

When she handed the silk dress to Margaery, she stretched out her white and round arms, hooked the man's neck, gave him a lingering kiss, and then offered to dress him.

The movements are gentle and considerate, like a newlywed wife serving her husband.

"Are we about to get out of the Crimson Mountains?" Margaery asked.

"Well, you should be able to reach Highland City tonight." Samwell's large hand caressed the girl's soft, slightly curly brown hair.

Down is the white and slender neck, and below is the willow waist that Yingying holds in a hand, and then there is the plump ...... that is round like a peach

"That's it!" Margaery looked up and smiled, grabbing the man's mischievous hand, "We're still on our way." ”

Having said that, she took the initiative to kiss the man.

The two are in love, and it is inevitable that they will be warm again.

The simple act of putting on a dress actually took almost an hour.

The cavalry who went out to explore the road had already brought back Hank and the others.

"Lord Caesar! Thank you soldiers for saving us! Hank thanked a man dressed as a knight.

Todd Buddha said expressionlessly: "You have recognized the wrong person, I am a vassal knight of Lord Caesar. ”

Hank was not embarrassed either, and immediately touted Todd's heroism.

Todd listened impatiently and asked the soldiers to divide some of their oatmeal before the bard was gagged

Hank smirked and crouched down beside the extinguished campfire, drinking porridge while looking curiously at the team in front of him.

There were about a hundred people in the team, all of whom were well-trained soldiers, and there were about a dozen cavalrymen, and the horses they rode were also larger than ordinary horses, which should be special war horses.

Near the stream was a spacious carriage with the double-headed eagle insignia of the Caesar family tattooed on the side, drawn by four sturdy horses.

"When will we see Master Caesar?" Hank stared at the carriage and asked the soldier, "I want to thank you in person for saving my life." ”

The soldier glanced at him and said, "Is Lord Caesar what you want to see?" Honestly waiting here. ”

"Okay, okay."

Hank finished his oatmeal, sat on the stone with his harp in his arms, and was hesitating whether to play a song to attract the attention of Master Caesar, when he suddenly saw the door of the carriage open.

A delicate green lady's boots stepped out first, followed by a snow-white slender hand on the threshold, and then a slender figure came into view.

Hank held his breath.

The stunning beauty he had fantasized about countless times was not as good as the one in front of him.

She has smart and gentle eyes like a fawn, long brown hair is coiled into an elegant lady's bun, and her fair face reveals a touch of spring love, which can make any man's heart go crazy.

Hank just wanted to crawl at her feet, kiss her boots, and praise her with the most beautiful poetry.

Unfortunately, the beautiful girl didn't even look at the bard, who had become a goose, but turned around and reached out to hold a black-haired boy who came out of the door.

Although Hank had already guessed that this person should be the Lord Caesar he had always wanted to meet, although before he came, he was full of admiration and admiration for this legendary baron, but at this moment, the reverence was twisted in the flames of jealousy, and the baron's handsome face looked so hateful in his eyes.

Why wasn't I in the carriage!

Thinking of the elopement rumors he had heard before, he also guessed the true identity of the beautiful and noble young lady, and suddenly the fire of jealousy in his heart was even stronger.

Hank was thinking about it when he heard a strange hiss, and when he looked up, he saw a white shadow passing through the air, and finally stopped on the baron's shoulder.

Dragon!

That's a dragon!

Hank was short of breath again, and the fire of jealousy just now was instantly extinguished under the pressure of the dragon.

A hint of sanity returned to his brain, and the bard's face once again hung on a flattering and humble smile.

"Come here, Master Caesar wants to see you." Just as Todd walked over and said.

Hank and the others hurriedly followed.

"This is the shipwrecked traveler you rescued in the morning?"

"Yes, sir. They claimed to be heading to Eagle's Bill. ”

"Lord Caesar." Hank said in an exaggerated tone, "We heard about your great achievements and your hatched dragon, so we wanted to go to Hawksbill Island to see you." ”

Samwell glanced at Hank with interest, and noticed the harp in the other's arms:

"You're a bard?"

"Yes, sir. Do I have the pleasure of composing a hymn to you, your dragon, and the beautiful lady beside you? ”

"Yes." Samwell casually said, "Where are you from?" ”

"Night Song City." Hank added, "My grandfather was of Cullen blood, the illegitimate son of Lord Earl Elote. ”

Nightsong is a city in the Dorne Frontier, at the northern end of the Prince's Pass, ruled by the Karen family.

Samwell, however, did not remember who the Earl of Elote Cullen was, and was not interested in his illegitimate grandson.

The bard wanted to put gold on his face, but with his thin blood, he was no different from a commoner in the eyes of the nobility.

"And what else have you heard? Has the army of Tianji City retreated? Samwell asked.

The news he had received before was that the army in the north had retreated, and the army in Hewan and Wangling had not moved.

During this time, I was in a hurry, and I couldn't get the latest news, so I thought about asking the bard.

The bard traveled from north to south, was well-informed, and was a transmitter of information as well as a spreader of rumors.

You can learn information from them, but you must pay attention to screening.

"The Great Army of the North has retreated. Last month, I happened to pass by Night Song City. Hank hurriedly said, with a show-off mentality, "After Lord Eddard Stark declared Joffrey a pseudo-queen, he publicly stated that the Iron Throne should be inherited by Stannis Baratheon, Duke of Dragonstone.

As for the royal leader and the army of Hewan, they are still in Tianji City. When he heard that the Duke of Metz was supposed to withdraw his army, Lord Tywin promised Tommen Baratheon to marry Miss Margaery Tyrell, he ......"

"Father married me to Tommen?" Margaery asked angrily.

The rumors are true! Hank secretly exclaimed that the daughter of the dignified Duke of the High Court had really eloped with a little baron!

"Looks like Lord Mace really wants a Queen of Tyrrell." Samwell scoffed.

"Then he can only find a way to have another daughter." Margaery hugged the man's arm, "I'm not going to marry Tomman anyway." ”

Hank was still looking at Margaery in disbelief when he heard Samwell ask again:

"What about the army commanded by Duke Tywin? They should have been besieging Halberd City for almost a month, right? How's it going? ”

"This ...... I don't know. ”

"Duke Tywin should withdraw his troops too, right?" Margaery voiced her guess.

"Hmm. I reckon the old lion will find a way to make peace with Dorne. Samwell judged, "The Lannisters' most important enemies now are the two brothers of Robert Baratheon. ”

Margaery nodded and said, "However, Prince Dolang probably won't easily agree to peace talks, after all, the losses of Dorne in this war are so serious, he will definitely take the opportunity to ask for compensation." ”

"It's going to give the old lion a headache." Samwell replied casually, then looked at the bard, and asked, "By the way, what do you think of my killing of Joffrey?" ”

"This ......," Hank hesitated.

"It's okay, say it boldly."

"Everybody said...... You're a 'monarchicide' again......"

Samwell was a little depressed: "Look, sure enough, no one thinks I'm the 'dethroned king'. ”

Margaery giggled, and gently comforted:

"Don't worry, when I see my grandmother, I will ask her to send someone to help you correct your name. The High Court has nurtured a lot of bards. When the time comes, let them write a hymn for you to sing in the seven kingdoms. ”

Hank immediately recommended himself: "Lord Caesar, I can also help you compose a hymn!" ”

"Good." Samwell took out a silver deer and threw it over, "Remember to emphasize that I deposed a false king, not a kingkiller, but a king!" ”

"Yes, sir!" Hank caught the silver deer and smiled.

(End of chapter)