Wag Hurt, the head of the Blood Theatre troupe, is very tall because he hails from Kohor, the most barren and backward of the nine free-trade city-states on the other side of the Narrow Sea, and he speaks Westeros with a special accent that makes people think he is a man of inarticulate art. Thankfully, his preferred language is the sword.

Now, Wag is equipped with a short sword dagger and steel spikes, and his whole body is armored, except for the lack of helmet and throat guards, iron armor is tied to his legs to protect his shins.

Wag Hurt didn't intend to take matters into his own, he was heavily armed because of caution.

The Blood Theatre has killed countless people and is known for cutting off people and siblings for fun, a brutal style that comes from Wag Hurt himself. He likes to cripple people, and for this he has earned the reputation of 'cripple control'.

Wag Hurt is cruel and bloody, and there are not a few people who have offended, in order to fear retaliation and sneak attack, Wag Hurt comes out to do things, all of which are fully armed.

Although he had no throat armor, he wore a large necklace made of strings of coins, like a half-cut chain mail strung of coins. Coins are coins from all over the world, and he has a penchant for collecting coins from all over the world. There are so many different kinds of coins collected from all over the world, and his necklace has more and more layers, hanging from his neck to his chest, and as long as he moves, the coins rattle and rattle.

Now, at this very moment, Wag Hurt's 'coin chain mail' is rattling and rattling.

The faster the coin rang, the faster Wag Hurt moved.

That's right, he's running away at a rapid pace.

There are four of his right-hand men: a scholar who studies the long-lost necromancy of the living world, and a monk who likes boyish fetishes. - The same Erte who kills the boy every time he finishes his work, cutting off the boy's younger brother and putting it on a necklace around his neck, as well as the madman Shagvi, who likes to dress up as a clown, and a Dothraki criminal named Fat Zorro.

Among these four people, the bachelor Koben did not come out this time, and was doing live experiments in the basement of his villa; Erte snatched the short knife of the brother next to him, and was besieging the man in black named Will with his brothers, and the madman Shagvi, when he pulled the sword out of the wall, his hands and arms were cut off by the black-clothed Will, and the black-clothed Will moved too fast, and Shagvi's screams did not shout, and the black line flew up, cutting Shagvi's head like cutting tofu......

Before Shagvi had fallen, the blood splattered in the air, and the other brothers had their arms cut off, and almost at the same time, their heads flew up, as if the scythe of death was harvesting life......

Wag Hurt traveled all over the world, and finally came to Westeros, and formed a group of warriors by taking in criminals from all over the world, he himself was perverted and cruel, but it was the first time he had seen such a ferocious and rapid killing, but in an instant, five of his brothers died, and all of them had severed hands and feet, and black blood splattered from their necks, and there was no scream.

It all happened so fast!

Shagvi was an agile and precise maniac, and he didn't react at all - defending or dodging, his sword-wielding hands were cut off, and his head was split......

When Fat Zorro fell, Wag Hurt made a quick decision: Run!

Facing Will the Flesh Reaper in Black, Wag Hurt felt fear.

Fear is a razor-sharp sword!

Once stabbed by this sword, people's combat self-confidence and courage instantly collapse and disintegrate, and they are unstoppable.

Escape!

Escape King's Landing! Escape Westeros! Escape from Will the Man in Black!

Then, Wag Hurt saw a brilliant sword light, the sword light was as beautiful as the starlight of a summer night, like a meteor flashing, Wag Hurt's neck was cold, the coin necklace hanging from his neck broke, and black blood spurted out of the wound like a sword blade, forming a small fan-shaped splash, accompanied by the sound of the coins he collected from all over the world clanging and scattering on the stone floor, like the notes played on the fingertips of the Grim Reaper......

Wag Hurt instinctively reached out to cover the neck incision, which was very long, from left to right, cutting almost the entire neck - and then, to his surprise, he found that he no longer had his hands, and that the cripple liked to chop people's hands for fun, and before he died, he found that he had no hands either...... Everything happened so fast that it was like the wind was blowing......

The young man in front of Wag wore a half-sided silver mask on his face, on which magical energy flowed gently like mercury, and his eyes shone like cat's eyes.

"In the face of the strife and sin of the world, there is only the Holy Judgment!" said the young man.

However, Wag Hurt could no longer hear, his legs went limp, he fell to his knees, then threw himself on the ground, his eyes full of fear and disbelief!

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During the fight in the narrow alley, the pedophile monk Ert is hit in the head by a gorilla with a mace, and his head explodes like a water bag...... Fangs climbed up the back of the last mercenary like a monkey, and went down like a wolf, biting off the other man's neck, and in the night, the mercenary's screams were extremely short and rapid, like a sharp whistle that stopped abruptly. Behind Fangs, there were several mercenaries whose wrists had been bitten off and their necks had been twisted.

Twisting people's necks and biting people's wrists is what fangs are best at. It's just a group battle in the narrow alleys, with swords raised, these fierce mercenaries are not as easy to deal with as stray dogs and wild dogs......

The gorilla and Will stood, the gorilla's armor was torn, there were scratches everywhere, the leather under the armor had also been pierced with many holes, and the blood infected his whole body, but he didn't care, the knife and left hand were soaked with blood, and the mace was also black blood stains slowly dropping by drop......

The entire notorious blood drama troupe, from the head of the regiment to the capable general, the most fierce mercenaries in the regiment who came together were wiped out.

The smell of blood overshadowed the rancid smell of the garbage heap, and the severed limbs and stumps were all over the narrow alley, and this was a small purgatory on earth......

The diminutive figure of the little demon Tyrion slowly appeared at the mouth of the alley, and he dropped the dagger in his hand and raised his hand.

Knowing that there was no escape, and that there were Dark Arrow Stalkers aiming at him in the night, Tyrion took the initiative to show up to see what Will wanted, and maybe they could talk about the terms of exchange.

Everything is a thing, and it has a price—— these are the words of Tywin, the father of the little devil, and the little devil hopes that this will be just as useful to Will. Will, let's talk about what you want, or, just a price!

This is in line with the character of a little devil, and a fool would shout a few slogans of Long Live Castle for some honor and die, at least Tyrion wouldn't do that.

Will said to Jacquen, "It's time for supper, let's go." ”

Jia Kun smiled: "Okay!"

The night and the bloody breath mingled together, like a thick soup, boiling the four mercenaries of Tyrion and Bronn in it.

Will and his party walked to the street, almost out of sight, Will stopped and turned around: "Little devil, please clean up the narrow alley with your people, thank you!"

Tyrion's throat was dry, and he wanted to say you, bastard, I'm going to split your head, but he didn't say anything, and he didn't move until Will and the others were completely gone......