Game of Thrones: Dragonborn Comes

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Littlefinger Baelish drew a fake treasure map for the Blood Troupe at first.

As a result, the person who went out to dig two days later returned with nothing, and beat Littlefinger again.

The Warriors Group, also known as the "Blood Theater Troupe" by the population of the Seven Kingdoms, under the leadership of the group leader, Wag Hurt from Kohor, announced to the outside that the team gathered all kinds of capable people from the nine major trades. All kinds of heinous fugitives.

Among the mercenaries active in the Riverlands and the Sancha River Valley, Thoros from Myr had cooperated with the Blood Troupe several times before.Later, Soros became a magician, gradually separated from their class, and mixed with the king every day.

Vage Hott and Soros are very familiar. The magicians in King's Landing City are all high-ranking nobles. Their usual tone and demeanor reveal incomparable confidence. He has also heard of healing magic from Soros, so he immediately recognized Recognizes the lame wizard Littlefinger is posing as.

The blood troupe's team was going to escort several prison cars to somewhere in the western region. Now that there was a treasure, it was natural to dig out the treasure before going there. The entire mercenary group camped in a forest outside Harrenhal.

"If the bastard doesn't tell the truth, fat man, you'll cut off his hand!" said the goatee-bearded Wag Hurt viciously astride a black and white zebra.

"I like the hand that cuts people off the most, thin man. Choose one yourself, left hand or right hand?" Fat Zorro is a Dothraki. In his opinion, captives are his own property, and cutting hands and feet is nothing more than normal.

Littlefinger's feet were tied up, and two people grabbed his hands and dragged him to the base of a big tree.

"The treasure is really here, I didn't lie to you! Let me go." Littlefinger had had enough of beatings, and only hoped that this nightmare experience would end soon.

Wag Hurt got off his horse and picked up an axe: "If you can't dig it out, your hands will be gone! Brothers, dig!"

According to the location determined by Little Finger, the treasure was finally dug out, a large box of golden dragons.

Littlefinger's face was ashen, his only way out was gone.

The members of the blood troupe fell into ecstasy, and after the group leader determined the allocation of everyone, the team was ready to go.

Vargo Hurt: "Where's Brother Utter? We're leaving for the West."

"Maybe I'm going to find another little boy to have fun." Fat Zorro grabbed a handful of golden dragons in his pocket, very excited.

After a while, Friar Utter, wearing a suit of armor, ran back.Brother Utter is a former monk of the Seven Gods who was wanted for a crime. He is in his 50s, with gray hair and an extremely ugly appearance. He kneels directly in front of the head of the group:

"Master, I killed another little boy, please whip me!"

"This old glass!"

"It's my turn to beat him this time! I specially went to practice the whip, Brother Utter's wailing sound must be very beautiful!" A man dressed as a clown pulled out the leather whip on his waist, and slapped Brother Utter fiercely go.

Ah~~~

Accompanied by the whipping of the whip and Brother Utter's wailing, the other members of the blood troupe didn't care at all, they should eat and drink.

After being whipped, Brother Utter, who was covered in whip marks and blood, became excited.After every time he was beaten, it was when he was at his best, and his thoughts were quick, and his thoughts flowed like a fountain, which is beyond description.He saw Wag Hurt playing with the treasure map in his hand, licked the blood on his arm, and suggested:

"Captain, the law and order has been very good in recent years. Haven't we had no business? Why don't we release fake treasure maps to attract nobles to compete for them. Isn't the business of mercenaries like me coming!"

Wag Hurt: "Hahaha, great idea! Brother Utter will do this for you!"

"This man! I want this man as a reward!" Brother Utter liked Littlefinger's face.

Wag Hurt: "Just play, don't kill me! There is a shortage of people in the mines in the west, and everyone can sell for a good price!"

In the middle of the night that night, Littlefinger was thrown into the prison van by several people, and he lay motionless on the floor with his eyes turned white. Ramsay, whose hands and feet were chained, recognized Littlefinger and lowered his voice: "Hey! It's me, why don't you it's here?"

Littlefinger tilted his head and saw Ramsay: "Is that you?"

Ramsay: "It's me, what's wrong with you?"

Littlefinger turned his face away, pointed the back of his head at Ramsay, "Butt hurts!"

Ramsay took a look at Littlefinger's tattered trousers, and then groped in the prison van: "Cuff it with straw first, and it will be fine in a few days."

A few days later, rumors of treasure maps spread in the Hejian Land, and dozens of different treasure maps appeared at the same time. Each treasure map has a small story, and the most attractive one is Targaryen A family treasure.

Littlefinger and Ramsay were sold by the blood troupe to a certain silver mine in the western region as slaves at the price of ten gold dragons each.

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No one knew the name of this mine, and no one knew where the mine equipment was located. All the slaves were sold from other places before, and they were illiterate. They probably only knew that they were in a certain mountain in the western region.

To this day, although the slave mobilization of the two people's premeditated slavery is relatively slow, there are many wooden sticks that have been hidden privately after a period of time.

Shovels and shovels are collected after checking the number every day. The wooden stick can be reported as broken and damaged. Take a sharp stone and tie it to the wooden stick with a rope, which can be regarded as a usable weapon.

Littlefinger was full of dissatisfaction, and the operation was still going on, colluding with the slaves every day to discuss matters of corruption.

The slaves gradually established an organization called "Demon Group" with him as the center, the name comes from the slave brand on the foreheads of Littlefinger and Ramsay.At this moment, Littlefinger regained the feeling he had when he was in King's Landing City, mobilizing all his thoughts about organizing and connecting.

Under the dark mine, it was finally confirmed that there were at least several hundred slaves who were going to participate in the suicide.

At the bottom of the silver mine, it was time for dinner again. Counting the time, it should be evening now.

The iron gate was opened by the guard, and a dozen wooden carts filled with meals came in.In the dim light of a few oil lamps, the slaves ate quickly.Everyone was very quiet today, without the usual chatter.

After the meal, Ramsay was clearing away the wooden tableware, and the lamp oil was burned out, leaving only the torches of the eight guards still bright.

"Get the car out, you bloody slave!"

"My lord is here!" Ramsay pushed the cart hard, and when it passed the iron gate, the wheels fell off with a snap, and the cart just got stuck in the middle of the iron gate.

In the darkness, countless slaves watched this scene.

"Now! Go!" cried Littlefinger.

"Slaves are going to riot! Call someone!" Just as the guards drew their swords, countless stones fell on them.

Ramsay and several other slaves pushing the carts also stopped the guards with wooden carts, and soon the slaves rushed over.

"Let me go!"

"what!"

There were two leaders, Littlefinger and Ramsay, the slaves were aroused fiercely, even a few stabbed to death in the dark could not stop the subsequent charge, and soon the eight guards were cut alive by the chronically hungry slaves have eaten.

"Everyone be quiet! We still have to go through three iron gates! It's best if the guard has a key. If we don't have a key, we will dig out the stone next to the iron gate! Today we will rush to the ground!"

"Oh!"

"rush out!"

Littlefinger and Ramsay put on guard armor, each took a sword, and distributed the rest of the equipment to the strongest slaves.

"The cart pusher goes ahead, the others keep quiet, blow out the torches and oil lamps, and follow quickly." Ramsay began to command.

As the mine went up, new people continued to join in the middle. The slaves were holding hoes and picks, some were holding wooden sticks, and those who had no weapons were also holding sharpened stones in their hands.After breaking through two iron gates, they quickly reached the first floor of the mine.

There is a lot of space on the first floor, and there are still many working civilians here.

"Slave ****! Slave ****!" Apparently the civilians were not on the side of the slaves.

Until then, the slave *** was not found.

Jingle ~ Jingle ~ Jingle ~

The bell outside the mine was shaken crazily, and the only large iron fence at the exit of the mine was immediately locked. The guards quickly organized and relied on it for defense. Long shields were inserted into the ground, and long spears protruded from behind the iron fence. , There are still a large number of archers behind.

"Break down the woodcart!" Littlefinger raised his long sword high and gave the order according to the original plan.

*** The slaves rushed to the first floor and collected all the usable things in the entire mine, where all the wooden minecarts were dismantled into planks.

"Don't be afraid of their bows and arrows, take the wooden board and put it on the gate! Go!"

Indole~Dole~Dole~

The bows and arrows hit the thick wooden boards, and a large number of slaves were still injured and shot to death. Then more slaves followed, picked up the wooden boards to fill the gaps, and finally rushed to the iron gate.

"Hold it! Hold it up! Pickaxe holders, hurry up and dig!" Littlefinger kept urging.

"what!"

The slaves put wooden boards on the iron gate, and used their bodies against it to fight for space for the people behind.Bows and arrows were useless, but the guards' spears still protruded from the cracks in the planks and stabbed the slaves.

"Dig quickly!"

"Ah~"

"Drag him away, and the others get on top!"

There are slaves who are constantly being stabbed to death, and there are successes and failures here. Now everyone will not give up. Some slaves hold down the spear with their bodies to prevent it from retracting, and some slaves block the gaps in the planks with stones.

Under the cover, the strongest slave frantically swung the iron pick to dig the stone beside the iron gate.

The defenders outside the door suddenly began to retreat, and then continued to carry firewood piles at the door, and guards were pouring kerosene on the firewood pile.

Boom~~

The fire was lit and the only exit was blocked by the flames.

The slaves in front of the iron gate stopped and watched the fire in despair.

"What to do?" Littlefinger asked, taking Ramsay's hand.

"There's a fire at the gate, they're trying to suffocate us in the mine!"

With the death around them and the flames outside the door, fear began to spread in the hearts of the slaves, and their morale was about to collapse.

Ramsay was also sweating profusely, looking left and right:

"This is the only chance, we must rush out! We have to kill a group of people first! We are like this" Ramsay whispered a few words while holding his little finger, the two walked into the mine, and said to several other slaves something happened.

Guards in full armor shouted at the door across the fire: "All slaves put down their weapons and retreat into the mine. I can spare you! Otherwise, you will all be smoked to death inside!"

"Back, back, let's go back."

"Please don't kill us."

The guards continued to intimidate: "Archers, shoot rockets! Drive them back into the cave!"

Dozens of archers wrapped their arrowheads with cloth strips, dipped them in kerosene and ignited them. Countless rockets flew into the holes and nailed them to the wooden boards.

"We can't retreat, otherwise we will only have a dead end."

"Let's go back!"

The slaves by the iron gate wanted to go back, and the slaves behind wanted to rush out, huddled together in the narrow opening.

There was a burst of smoke and dust in the depths of the mine, and ten people covered in dust, including Littlefinger and Ramsay, ran out and shouted, "The mine has collapsed! Get out!"

"The mine has collapsed!"

If you wait here, you will die immediately, and there is still a chance of running outside. Hundreds of slaves began to squeeze forward desperately.

Ah~~~

Amount~~~

The slaves in the front were squeezed by the people behind, and their bodies were firmly attached to the iron fence. The huge force gathered on them, they were squeezed speechless, and then their sternum was crushed to death, while the slaves in the back died. The crowd is still pressurizing.

"Shoot arrows!"

At this time, the arrow is useless, and the person shot is already a corpse.

boom!The iron fence gate was finally squeezed down.A group of slaves in front fell to the ground, looked at the black night sky leaking above the flames outside the door, and began to howl excitedly. "Demon group! Get out!"

In melee, falling to the ground means death.The slaves at the rear stepped on the people in front before they could get up, and more and more people stepped on them until they were crushed to death.

There are more than 100 guards in the mine, a few of them are knights, and the rest are nearby civilians.Onslaught by a group of slaves massacred for their lives, even with reasonably good weapons, the surging crowd quickly overwhelmed them and tore them apart, with only a dozen guards fleeing on horseback.

Shredded is shredded in the true sense, and Littlefinger thinks that calling the devil group fits this group of people very well.

After the battle, some slaves began collecting weapons, clothing, and other usable supplies from the camp.

In front of a fire, the two leaders of the demon group were discussing where to go next with a dozen of the strongest slaves. These dozens of slaves had already put on full body armor and were serving as officers for the time being.

Ramsay checked the time with a pocket watch with a broken panel: "10 minutes, we still have 10 minutes to rest, and we must start when the time comes, otherwise we won't be able to outrun the pursuers on horseback."

"Bao Lei, we're in the mines of the Banfort family in the western region!" Littlefinger looked at the few flags in the camp, a man wearing a hood with a black flame frame on a gray background.

"Then do you know which way to go?" Ramsay gasped and looked at him.

"To the north is the sea, and to the west and south is the hinterland of the Western Territory. We can only go northeast to the riverland." Littlefinger doesn't know the exact location here, so he can only judge based on the location of the Benfort family's territory.

Ramsay looked up at the sky, the clouds were so thick that he couldn't see any stars: "I can't see the stars, I can't find the direction, and we can't take the road, we can only walk along the valley first."

"Everyone gather!" Ramsay yelled, and now this group of slaves was the only thing he could rely on to survive.

The slaves walked over scatteredly, Littlefinger and Ramsay found a big rock to stand on, and mobilized the group of slaves.

Littlefinger yelled:

"We have escaped now, and we are going to the riverland next. I will take you there safely, but we have to avoid the pursuers first, and we will start in a few minutes."

There were about [-] living slaves left in the audience, and they didn't respond to Littlefinger's words.

This is powerless, definitely not!Ramsay told Littlefinger to stop and do it himself: