The town of Earl Harroway is located on the south bank of the Trident River. It is named after the deceased Harroway family and is the fiefdom of the minor noble Root family.
The main buildings of the town are a seven-sided dome church, a two-story inn and a stone circular bunker.
On weekdays, this town is crowded with tourists who want to cross the Trident River, and at the pier slightly north of here, they can do so.
It's just that now, the most popular people in the town are not tourists, but soldiers wearing various armors and capes and robes.
These soldiers who supported the Tully family in the river crowded in the open space in front of the church, stretching their necks to watch the performance of the Qohor mercenary leader inside.
It can't be called a performance, after all, the Qohor people really pulled out their knives and prepared to cut off the heads of the captive leaders with one blow.
Considering that among the prisoners was a Lannister, who was also the son of the famous Lord Tywin, these soldiers felt that it was worthwhile to stand on tiptoes and hold their necks.
"Tell me how you want to die, half-man!" Rock Holt rubbed his phalanges, making them squeak.
The little devil in question, Tyrion Lannister, swallowed his saliva and said carefully: "I hope that I will die on a feather bed in Casterly Rock when I am eighty years old, holding the Qing Pavilion in my hand.
Fine wine, and my brother was kissed by a beauty famous in the seven countries."
The surrounding Root soldiers, Female Fountain soldiers, and Qohor mercenaries all laughed.
"This Lannister's thoughts are quite beautiful. His father killed so many of us in the river, and he actually wants to die well."
"Damn nobles, they lived better than us when they were alive, but they still play so many tricks when they die."
"Locke, kill him, hurry up, I can't wait any longer."
The mercenary leader who was summoned looked back and replied to his extremely ugly men: "Right away, my little sweetheart."
He raised the scimitar in his hand, took aim, and was about to strike with the sword.
"Wait, wait, wait." Tyrion said in the fastest speech since he was born, "I am a Lannister. As we all know, Lannister must pay its debts. As long as you let me go, my family will pay for it."
You can take the golden dragons that count as units."
Locke put down the knife, raised his left hand and began to point his fingers, mumbling something in his mouth.
Seeing this, Tyrion whispered: "A golden dragon is gold. Ten thousand pieces equals hundreds of catties."
Locke's knife passed over the little devil's head, and then a strand of gray-blond hair fell from the little devil's head.
The frightened Lannister retracted his head, then pursed his lips and stopped talking.
"There are three kinds of people in the world. One is good at arithmetic, and the other is bad at arithmetic. I am the good kind, so you don't need to remind me what I am. I can do it myself."
Locke waved the scimitar in his right hand and threatened the half-man.
Beside the little devil, tied up were several mountain clan leaders, including Timei, the leader of the Burning Man Tribe, Xia Ga, the leader of the Stone Crow Tribe, and Qi La, the leader of the Black Ear Tribe.
Timei whispered: "What this half-man says may not be true."
"That is, he promised to give us the Mingyue Valley and take us out of the mountains and across the river, but he only gave us a beating and a rope to tie us up." Zilla agreed.
They had seen a similar scene more than ten days ago, but at that time they were playing the role of Locke, and the half-man was threatened with death as always.
Xia Ga looked around and said, "It would be great if there was a goat. I could feed it half a human body."
Locke, who was counting on his fingers how big "ten thousand" was, heard the word goat and became furious. He raised his scimitar and chopped off Xaga's head.
"If you say the word goat again, I'll chop your head off." His own surname means goat, so naturally he doesn't want others to mention goat in front of him.
The three leaders of the Gaoshan clan were frightened by this and stopped talking.
The surrounding soldiers were booing and shouting for Locke to kill him.
Locke himself was not sure whether to kill half the people or let half the people go to get the Lannis family's gold.
If only his uncle Wag Huot was here, he wouldn't have to count so hard and worry about who to work for.
Although my uncle's speech is unclear, his mind is flexible.
At this moment, Raymond Darry, who was chasing the soldiers from the West, returned to the town with dozens of cavalry.
At a glance, he saw the infantry huddled together in front of the church, so he rode over.
The followers cleverly asked the surrounding infantry to get out of the way, so Raymond could see the scene on the field.
"My Seven Gods." He hurriedly dismounted and rushed to Locke's side to stop him. "This little man cannot be killed. He is a very important hostage."
Locke glanced at this Westeros noble and asked unruly: "Why should I listen to you? Where are you the leader?"
Raymond knew that the mercenary leader was not very smart, so he explained: "Your employer is Arthur Bracken, and I am his friend. Now that your employer is not here, you have to listen to me. I am now
I order you not to kill Tyrion, but kill the other three and their men as you please."
Locke repeated the name Arthur Bracken in his mouth, and finally remembered why he had come across the Narrow Sea this time.
"You half-man actually wants me to betray the sponsor halfway and ruin the reputation of our Qohor mercenaries and warriors."
Locke felt that he had seen through some conspiracy, and was furious. He raised his machete and was about to kill the little devil.
He didn't consider at all whether the Warriors had the reputation he claimed.
Raymond hurriedly stopped in front of the Qohor mercenary, and at the same time called the Maidenfountain soldiers behind him for help.
"This is Lord Tywin's son. If he dies, the old lion can wipe out the entire riverland, and it will be even worse."
But the soldiers of Maidenpool ignored the words of the lord of Darry City. They hated the Lannister and the Westerland army very much, and they wanted to see the Qohor people chop the little devil to death.
Raymond and Locke got entangled, and after a few pushes, Raymond was pushed to the ground.
"Hold him until I kill the damn half-man."
Several top Qohor mercenaries wearing bronze rune plate armor were ordered to push Raymond to the ground.
Seeing that something was wrong, Tyrion was no longer silent and said hurriedly: "Why do you have to kill me? You, me, and your employer have never met before! I can really give you a lot.
Gold.”
Locke raised his fingers and said: "My employer's name is Arthur Bracken. He is fighting with some Westlanders. You are a Westlander. Is there anything wrong with me killing you?"
"Besides, if I kill you, your gold will still be mine."
He felt that his logic was quite reasonable, so he stopped talking and aimed to kill someone.
Tyrion looked at the reflective blade with a horrified look on his face, and raised his tied hands to protect his eyes.
His heart was pounding and his hands began to tremble. In order not to be so afraid, the Lannister closed his eyes.
If only my brother James were here.
He could even imagine his small body being used to feed sheep.
"Stop~"
A loud shout came from far away.
Locke, whose interest in killing was interrupted, suddenly turned to the source of the sound. He swore to his uncle that he would kill the person who interrupted him before hacking half of them to death.
A group of riders appeared on the plain outside the town and rushed into the town very quickly.
The leader was riding a giant horse with golden armor. Locke thought it was the largest horse he had ever seen.
Of course, what caught the attention of the Qohor mercenary and the soldiers present was the rider's clear and handsome face under his wind-blown hair.
He was so handsome that even Locke, who couldn't tell the difference between ugly and beautiful, thought he was a handsome man.
After hearing the stop, Tyrion opened his eyes and looked at the person coming from the south.
He swore to the seven gods in the sky and the Seven-Faced Temple behind him that this was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. It was so beautiful that he wanted to hold the visitor's beautiful face and kiss her deeply.
Some of the flags carried by the cavalry belonged to the nobles of the Riverlands, so the Riverside soldiers did not defend themselves, but gave way to the passage.
Arthur, who led the team, was able to ride his horse to reach Locke and the tied little devil.
"Damn Westeros noble, I must make you pay for interrupting my interest in killing." Locke gritted his teeth.
A mercenary next to Locke suddenly ran to him and reminded him that this was their employer, Arthur Bracken.
Before the Lord of the Moulin Rouge could say anything, Locke's face changed.
"Since it is the master who asked me to stop, then I will listen to you." He smiled and greeted Arthur who dismounted, and was about to help his employer.
"Who are you?"
Arthur recognized the mercenary next to this man. When he was in Sher Village, he was sent to the Essos continent to shake people. He did not recognize the mercenary who was holding a scimitar and preparing to kill the little devil.
"I am Rock Hot. The leader of the warrior group is my uncle. I was called by you and your uncle to come from the east with these people to fight for you."
Locke inserted his scimitar into the scabbard on his back, pointed at a circle of Kohor mercenaries, and explained to the financial owner.
Arthur nodded, and at the same time noticed Raymond being pushed to the ground, and repeatedly asked the mercenaries to let him go.
Raymond, who had been pressed on the ground for a long time, stood up and glared at the mercenaries before walking towards Arthur.
"Aren't you guarding Harrenhal? Why did you come here?" asked the lord of Darry City.
"Didn't you go to Maidenpool to bring in reinforcements? Why did you come here?" Arthur asked.
The two looked at each other, smiled, and explained the reason to each other.
After Raymond left Harrenhal a few days ago, he headed straight to Maiden Spring in the northeast. When he arrived at his destination, William Mouton, the lord of the place, agreed to borrow troops and at the same time instructed Raymond to take the water route first.
Hurry to Earl Harroway's town.
So Raymond took 500 infantry and 100 cavalry on the large ship summoned by Earl William, and headed west to the small town.
Coincidentally, he met the Qohor mercenaries led by Locke here.
Locke then also explained the reason for his appearance here.
After seeing the people sent by his uncle, he summoned 234 mercenaries with whom he was familiar and close and headed towards the continent of Westeros.
It's just that King's Landing, which is usually used as a transportation hub between the two continents, has been blocked by the longships of the royal fleet under Stannis of Dragonstone, making it temporarily impossible to enter or exit.
So the Qohor mercenaries took the ship around the Crab Peninsula and entered the waters of the Trident River, preparing to land in the Riverlands from this town and then find Wag Hot.
The two waves of people met here, and after exchanging their origins, they recognized themselves as friendly forces.
Raymond summoned some nearby river nobles and their soldiers, and was about to take people south to Harrenhal. Unexpectedly, many boats came on the river to the north, carrying the Alpine clans and Tyrion Lannis heading south.
special.
So the forces in the river cooperated to fight and tied up all the mountain clans who came down from the boat.
Then, the town was attacked by the Western Cavalry led by Amory Lodge. Raymond, who had enough strength, defeated the Western Cavalry, and then led the river cavalry to hunt down Amory. After returning, he is now where he is
This is what it looks like.
"It seems I came just in time." Arthur glanced at Tyrion, who was in shock, "I am of great use to this man, you can't kill him."
He was worried that he didn't have many capable managers, but he didn't expect that a little devil known for his intelligence and wisdom would be sent into his hands.
According to the original plot, the little devil who conquered the Alpine clan came out of the Mingyue Mountains and met the main force of the Western Region who crossed the Trident River to face the Northern Army.
But after Tywin was injured by his sword, the main force of the West stopped near Harrenhal, so the little devil who didn't know the news could only take the ancestors of the Alpine clan south and delivered it to Arthur's mouth.
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Locke Holt naturally obeyed the order of the benefactor, but he still had some questions.
"Where is my uncle Varg? I need to discuss with him the...salary of these mercenaries."
Locke felt that he couldn't calculate the salaries of these people on his fingers, so he had to discuss it with his uncle.
After all, not all of these Qohor mercenaries are from the Warrior Group, and their prices vary.
"Well, your uncle died at the hands of the group of Westerners that Raymond was chasing just now."
Arthur briefly explained the whole story to him, emphasizing that the gold in Wageholt's hand had been obtained by Amory.
"My uncle, my poor uncle, all your gold is mine." Locke felt that since his uncle died, he would naturally inherit the large sum of gold, so he wailed happily.
He felt that the first problem now was to find the man named Amorite and get back the gold that belonged to him.
But Arthur stopped him, "Let's settle the salary of the mercenaries you brought first, or should we pay twenty gold dragons each as your uncle said?"
Although Locke was happy that he had killed his uncle and got gold, he also counted on his fingers.
"One, five, four, nine...twenty seems like a lot, okay, I'll listen to you, sir," he replied.
The confused leader agreed, and the mercenaries under him were not stupid, and they immediately started to make trouble.
"Twenty is too little. The current situation requires at least one hundred gold dragons and one mercenary."
"Master, look at my plate armor. This is a magical plate armor that has been passed down for thousands of years. It is the same thing as the ancestral plate armor of the Royce family. Just look at this plate armor on my body. You can't just
Give me twenty golden dragons."
The Royce family is the second most powerful family in the valley, second only to the Lord Arryn family. The most famous thing about their family is that they have many plate armors etched with bronze runes, so some family members are decorated with "
adjective for "bronze".
For example, Royce's contemporary governor is called "Bronze Yohn".
The Kohor people have the custom of wearing armor passed down from their fathers, so it is not unusual to see some bronze rune plate armor.
Arthur carefully looked at the mercenaries wearing bronze rune plate armor and felt that twenty gold dragons were indeed too low.
"Then the mercenary and Locke wearing this kind of special plate armor are counted as one hundred gold dragons each, and the others are eighty gold dragons. Is this price fair enough?"
After discussing with each other, the mercenaries agreed to the employer's proposal.
[Two hundred and thirty-five Qohor mercenaries have joined your team]
After settling the mercenary matter, Arthur sent Raymond to lead the soldiers present to build fortifications.
The main force in the West will soon know the news of Kevan's defeat. This town will definitely be attacked next, and fortifications are still necessary.
Arthur himself tried to conquer the little devil and the mountain clans he brought with him.
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