This choice is consistent with their request for the recently deceased Lyman Frey and the Bone Book.

But Mrs. Shi Xin's side, with a large number of people, chose to fight without hesitation!

Seeing that Lady Stoneheart's men were about to move, Drogo jumped off the lion's back and slowly walked up, preparing to engage in battle.

But Soros still had something to say, and he spread his hands to stop his charging companion.

"Don't act rashly. The owner of the Lightbringer should not be our enemy!"

"Soros, your beliefs have nothing to do with us. Madam's enemies are our enemies!"

The words of the big man holding the ax represent the aspirations of the people.

However, they still held back their surging murderous intent and paused temporarily.

Because Thoros's status in the Brotherhood Without Banners is second only to Lady Stoneheart, it can be said that this group was established by him and the Lightning King.

And Catelyn Tully is just a latecomer.

So they still have to give me this face.

Thoros looked down at his ragged robe and smiled sadly.

"I come from Myr, a bad monk, and a worse wizard. We started out as the king's people, but the king's people must have a king, and we don't have one. I know our path is very dark, and the Holy Fire tells me

What awaits at the end of the road is for us to raise our weapons against the darkness. The lightning has passed away and can no longer be seen, and the same goes for people. A darker shadow takes his place to lead us."

The gloomy shadow he was talking about, Drogo thought, was Lady Stoneheart.

Because he saw the increasingly angry faces of Soros's companions and the violent heaving of their chests.

This is a mistake, but Soros has no fear.

He heard the angry heavy breathing of his companions, but he continued speaking.

"I have no doubt that kindness, mercy and forgiveness can be found elsewhere in the Seven Kingdoms, but not here. When we must live in the shadows of darkness like mice that cannot see the light, compassion is like milk and honey.

It’s all gone very quickly.”

Soros smiled weakly: "But I remember justice. It tasted so good. Under Berry's leadership, we acted for heaven. We were the embodiment of justice. At least that's what we told ourselves. We are the king's people.

, he is a knight and a hero, but the night is dark and everything is dangerous. Brothers, the war has turned us all into monsters."

The youngest boy yelled angrily: "So we have to befriend that monster Drogo?"

Even a kid was blinded by the shadow. Soros realized that it was useless to explain to them.

Despite this, he kept talking.

"R'hllor guides me, it is my beacon, and the prince in the prophecy is the hope it gives us. Drogo can lead us to defeat the darkness and prevent us from being weak in the face of the White Walkers!"

"So he is not our enemy!"

Thoros is terrible, but he does see oracles in flames and has the ability to resurrect the dead.

This is why everyone respects him.

And just when everyone's murderous intention was reduced, Mrs. Shi Xin spoke again.

After Soros heard this, he hung his head helplessly.

However, his companion, a big man with a pale broad face and a hunting dog helmet, rushed forward with an axe.

On a?

Drogo said calmly to the big man: "You are the only one, you have no chance."

"Fuck you girl!"

A gangster in a hunting dog helmet swings a tomahawk.

"I alone am enough. I will chop off your legs, and then give it to your barbarian men to let them know how unbearable the wild horse is."

Drogo's anger was aroused, and he sneered coldly: "In this case, before you die, I will first pierce your foul mouth, and then cut off the dog's legs!"

The big man is a reckless man, and Kaa's words will only make his murderous intention even stronger.

I saw him roaring and cursing, and rushing towards Drogo, leaving footprints in the soil under his feet.

Just like his arrogant declaration, the others stood back and watched the show.

Drogo stopped, as quiet as a rock, and waited motionless.

The light in the forest is dim and the soil underfoot is slippery.

Let him rush over, hope he slips to the ground, and the first thing is a dog chewing shit.

The fact is that the big man is very cumbersome, and the wet soil did not make him jump to the ground like a dog. He charged very steadily.

The only way to silence him is with the sword.

Drogo silently counted with disdain, five steps, four steps, and now, the Lightbringer struck against the momentum of his attack.

Steel met, and when the ax struck at him, his sword penetrated the big man's hide, and opened a gash in the mail.

Then Drogo twisted out of the way, stabbing him in the chest as he retreated.

"His female horse's dog Hezhong makes your uncle feel so hot!"

He staggered after him with blood flowing and roared angrily.

His blood was smoking because his wounds had been burned.

Dawn is as sharp as a Valyrian sword, if not more so.

If the stored wildfire heat hadn't been exhausted, Drogo would have given them a more horrific death!

The big man roared in a low voice: "Freak! Wild horse! Bald guy who is out of the harvest!"

The ax drew a fatal arc. Drogo had no shield. When the ax struck, he could only temporarily avoid its edge and dodge left and right.

Wait, watch, wait, watch.

Drogo waited, watched, moved sideways, retreated, moved sideways again, stabbing him in the face, pretending to slash his legs, but actually slashing his chest.

Kaa was extremely nimble, and the big man's heels kept slipping as he couldn't keep up. He almost fell down several times. He tried his best to regain his balance, but Dawn inevitably brushed against his chest, causing him a burning pain.

The young man with the northern accent noticed the clues.

"Everyone, why do I feel that he was tricked by Drogo's wild horse!"

He felt that Drogo was not fighting seriously at all, and was just trying to build up the fear of the big man.

Closer, Drogo heard his suspicion.

This made Drogo laugh secretly: "You should be glad that you are just watching the fun and not stepping in to help, otherwise your lifespan will end faster!"

He is very willing to fight everyone in the Brotherhood Without Banners on his own, even if he will be surrounded, but he believes that Dawn's sharpness can help him break through the siege.

Snowball knows Drogo's combat power very well, so he is the one who is really watching the show.

It even lay lazily on the ground, glancing at it from time to time as it was drowsy.

The big man was constantly wounded, but Drogo remained unscathed.

This made everyone agree with the judgment of the young people in the north.

But they didn't think Drogo would win anyone, because he was allowed to consume his energy crazily, while they were quietly gathering strength.

The big man's ax became heavier and heavier, his movements became slower and slower, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Drogo forced him to turn around, then took two steps back, then grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands and leaped forward.

The big man bumped his head against the tip of the sword, went deep into his mouth, and then came out from the back of his head, making a rasp-like sound when it scraped against the bone.

The ax slipped from his weak fingers, and the two collided. Drogo pressed his face close to the hilt of the sword, and the cold, wet metal pressed against his cheek.

In this moment he saw pain, fear and disbelief.

"I said I would pierce your bad mouth first. For this, I would rather extend your life for five minutes. You should thank me."

He said softly to the big man, and at the same time twisted the sword hard, causing him to twitch.

He knelt heavily in front of Drogo, who drew Dawn out, stepped back five steps, and let him fall.
Chapter completed!