Although the eight-clawed spider Varys was a eunuch, he had a habit of cleanliness.

He loves to take a bath.

The rivers of the Lorne are crystal clear, and bathing at night is a daily habit for Varys.

The Dothraki also like to bathe, and they are both male and female, and they are open and honest with each other.

Varys can't do that.

He couldn't be honest with anyone, male or female.

After most of the Dothraki had bathed, Varys chose a secluded place to bathe.

Campfires along the river beach lit up the sky across the delta.

Varys took a relaxing bath while admiring the campfire in front of him.

This scene is beautiful!

The sky was a dome, azure and sprinkled with stars, clasping over the vast land. Varys relaxed and sank himself into the icy water.

Suddenly, a very dangerous aura approached him in the water. A deadly breath of death, right in the water, not far in front of Varys.

Varys was startled, and he sprang out of the water, and in front of him was a bald man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, standing naked in front of Varys, his upper body muscles exposed as if they were made of steel.

A body of black iron muscles.

The muscles were covered with horrific scars, one after another like twisted centipedes.

The breath of death emanates from this person's body.

Varys was no more than a few feet away from the bald man who had suddenly appeared. Varys immediately fled to the shore. The splash he stirred up, and before he could reach the shore, he saw a short and fat guy standing on the shore, and the whole person was like a barrel, as wide as his shoulders and waist, and a large head was planted between the two shoulders, and the neck of the man could not be seen.

A short, fat fellow with a smile on his face, harmless to humans and animals, made Varys gasp.

Humpty Dumpty had a short knife in his hand, the blade of which shone with a faint cold light.

This guy is as dangerous as a poisonous snake staring at you.

The water sounded behind him, and the bald man in the water approached Varys step by step.

Varys turned around and saw that the bald man in the water was not empty-handed, but had a wooden stick wrapped in copper at both ends.

"Who sent you to kill me?" Varys didn't want to die.

The bald man didn't speak, just stared at Varys indifferently.

Both were bald, with light reflected on their slick heads. The campfire that lit up the sky also illuminated the riverbank, and the river was reflective and reflected on the three men.

Varys is in trouble.

Although there were countless Dothraki not far away, Varys did not call for help.

Humpty Dumpty and Bald were both close to him, and if he had called for help, the Dothraki would have been killed by two men before the Dothraki arrived.

It's not the last moment to call for help.

"Lord Varys, he's mute. The pudgy man chuckled.

His voice was peculiar, as if he had been hit hard in the throat, but his neck was too short to see, who could hit him? Varys changed his stance and took two steps to the side so that he could face both men at the same time.

The aura of death on the two men was strong.

The bald man opened his mouth, and Varys saw that there was no tongue left in his mouth.

A bald man with his tongue cut out, as strong as an ox, with a wooden stick in his hand. The other was a short and fat man, round and round, but Varys could feel the tremendous explosiveness in him.

"Who sent you?" Varys asked Humpty Dumpty.

"Illyrio Mopatis. Humpty Dumpty said with a grin.

The bald man nodded, and the stick in his hand spun lightly in a circle, and held it vertically in his right hand.

Illyrio Mopatis has been a close friend of Varys for decades, not one of them. Their relationship is inextricably linked, and almost any secret is shared together. When it comes to investing in the Targaryen family, the two are also on the same page.

What could be more valuable than investing in a future king?!

"Illyrio won't send someone to kill me. Varys said cautiously.

Humpty Dumpty giggled, and his voice was very unpleasant. The bald head also makes a ho-ho sound, which is very weird.

"Give you a chance to call for help, Varys. "Humpty Dumpty's short knife into the sheath.

Varys didn't believe the Humpty Dumpty man's words, the bald man's stick was still in his hand, and Varys didn't want to test the hardness of the stick with his head, in case his head was smashed like a watermelon!

"What shall I call you, friend?"

"I'm fat, he's mute, and everyone in the arena calls us that. We were redeemed by the Governor of Illyrio from the Colosseum at great expense, he gave us good food and drink, and helped us fulfill our wish to kill our enemies, and the lives of the fat man and the mute now belong to the Governor of Illyrio. ”

The bald head, who has lost his tongue and cannot speak, nods vigorously.

"Governor Illyrio won't order you to kill me, you're here for me?" Varys said lightly. His ease was faked, and he was still nervous. The aura of 40,000 on the two people was too strong, and I don't know how many people they killed in the gladiatorial arena.

A fat man, a bald head, two gladiators who suddenly appeared.

The bald head suddenly struck Varys in the arm with a stick.

Varys let out a cry of pain, the stick was like a whip, the whip wounded the muscles and pulled the skin apart, but it didn't hurt the bones, but it was doubly painful. Varys' arm muscles immediately swollen to the heights.

Heartbreaking!

Even if the bones are broken, that's not all.

Able to wield a wooden stick like a whip, this bald man Varys is unheard of.

His uncontrollable screams caught the attention of the Dothraki not far away, and many of them looked this way.

Syllable!

The stick in the bald man's hand spun and hit Varys in the forehead.

The stick was still like a whip.

Varys screamed and poured into the water, causing a large splash.

This succeeded in attracting the attention of the Dothraki, and many of them drew their scimitars and ran towards them, shouting and asking.

Humpty Dumpty and Bald left Varys behind and faced the Dothraki together.

The fat man is shouting, and the bald head is roaring, like two fierce tigers declaring war on the beasts.

An Arak scimitar slashed at Humpty Dumpty, Humpty Dumpty's body shrank, rolled over like a ball, and suddenly struck, punching the opponent in the stomach, the man fell like a shrimp, and the Arak scimitar in his hand fell out of his hand.

Rumble!

The second Dothraki was knocked out by Humpty Dumpty, who moved as fast as a spinning ball.

Humpty Dumpty quickly rushed into the ranks of the Dothraki, his bare hands, his strength was immense, and he was extremely fast, and the Dothraki were constantly knocked down by his fists and knocked their bodies flying.

The wooden stick in the bald man's hand spun like the wind, pulling up the shadow of the stick. He came first, sideways, and the stick swept out, striking a Dothraki on the wrist, the crisp sound of bones shattering and screaming as the Arraki scimitar fell out of his hand.

A knife flew like a snowflake and aimed at the bald head's neck.

The bald head bowed his head, poked the stick, the movement stretched like flowing water, and the wooden stick wrapped in copper skin hit the opponent's heart, and with a pounce, the opponent fell backwards and tripped several companions.