Littlefinger Baelish initially took a chance and drew a fake treasure map to the Blood Troupe.
As a result, the man who went out to dig two days later came back with nothing and beat the little finger again.
The Warriors Group, also known as the "Blood Troupe" among the people of the Seven Kingdoms, is led by the leader, Varg Hutt from Qohor. It is claimed that the team is composed of various talents from the nine major trades. In fact,
They are fugitives who have committed all kinds of heinous crimes.
Among the mercenaries active in the Riverlands and the Sancha River Basin, Thoros from Myr had cooperated with the Blood Troupe several times before. Later Thoros became a magician and gradually broke away from their class, working with the king every day.
Mixed together.
Vag Hoot is very familiar with Thoros. The magicians in King's Landing are all high-ranking nobles. Their usual tone and demeanor reveal incomparable confidence. He has also heard of healing magic from Thoros, so he knew it at a glance.
Recognized the lame magician that Littlefinger pretended to be.
The team of the Blood Troupe wanted to escort several prison cars to somewhere in the Western Territory. Now that a treasure had been found, it was natural to dig out the treasure before going. The entire mercenary group camped in a forest outside Harrenhal.
"If this bastard doesn't tell the truth, fat man, you're going to cut off his hand!" Wag Hut, who had a goatee and was riding on a black and white zebra, said viciously.
"I like chopping off people's hands the most, thin man, you choose one for yourself, the left hand or the right hand?" Fatty Zoro is a Dothraki. In his opinion, the captives are his property, and it is normal to chop off the hands and feet.<
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Little Finger's feet were tied, and two people held 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 has had enough of the beatings and just hopes that this nightmare experience can end soon.
Wag Hut dismounted 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 the little finger, the treasure was finally dug out, a large box of golden dragons.
Littlefinger's face turned pale, and his only escape route was gone.
The members of the Blood Troupe fell into ecstasy. After the leader confirmed everyone's assignment, the team was ready to set off.
Varg Hutt: "Where is Brother Utt? We are leaving for the West."
"Maybe I went to find some little boy to have fun again." Fatty Zuo Luo grabbed a handful of golden dragons in his pocket and was very excited.
After a while, Brother Utter, wearing a suit of armor, ran back. Brother Utter was a former Seven Gods monk who was wanted for crimes. He was in his fifties, with gray hair and an extremely ugly appearance. He knelt down directly.
In front of the group leader:
"Master, I killed another little boy, please whip me!"
"This old glass!"
"This time it's my turn to hit him! I went to practice whipping. Brother Utter's wailing must be very beautiful!" A man dressed as a clown pulled out the whip from his waist and whipped Brother Utter hard.
Go.
Ah
Accompanied by the sound of whips and the wails of Brother Utter, the other members of the Blood Troupe did not care at all and were eating and drinking as they should.
After being whipped, Brother Utter, who was covered in whip marks and bloodstains, became excited. After every beating, he was at his best and his thoughts were so quick that it was indescribable. He saw Wag He
Te played with the treasure map in his hand, licked the blood on his arm, and suggested:
"Captain, haven't the public security in recent years been so good that we haven't had much business? Why don't we release a fake treasure map and attract nobles to fight for it? Then the business of mercenaries like me will come!" p>
Wag Hut: "Hahaha, what a great idea! It's up to you, Brother Ut, to do this!"
"This man! I want this man as a reward!" Brother Utter grabbed Little Finger's face and liked it quite a bit.
Wag Hut: "Just have fun, don't kill yourself! The Western Territory mines are short of people, and each one can be sold at a good price!"
Late that night, Littlefinger was thrown into the prison car by several people. He lay motionless on the floor with his eyes rolled back. Ramsay, whose hands and feet were chained, recognized Littlefinger and lowered his voice:
"Hey! It's me, why are you here?"
Littlefinger tilted his head and saw Ramsay: "Is that you?"
Ramsay: "It's me, what's wrong with you?"
Littlefinger turned his face to the side and pointed the back of his head at Ramsay: "It hurts in the butt!"
Ramsay opened Little Finger's tattered pants and took a look, then groped in the prison car: "Stuff it with straw first, and it will be fine in a few days."
A few days later, rumors of treasure maps spread in the Riverlands. At the same time, dozens of different treasure maps appeared. Each treasure map has a small story. The most attractive one is undoubtedly the Targaryen one.
A family treasure.
Littlefinger and Ramsay were sold by the Blood Troupe to a silver mine in the West as slaves for ten gold dragons each.
No one knows the name of this mine, and no one knows the specific location of the mine. All the slaves were sold from other places, and they were illiterate. They probably only knew that it was in a mountain in the Western Region.
To this day, the slave riot planned by the two men has been relatively slow in mobilizing slaves. After a period of time, there are many wooden sticks hidden secretly.
The number of shovels and shovels must be checked every day before recycling. The wooden stick can be reported as broken and damaged. A sharp stone can be tied 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 to discuss the riot every day.
The slaves gradually established an organization called the "Demon Order" with him as the center. The name comes from the slave brand on the foreheads of Littlefinger and Ramsay. At this time, Littlefinger regained the memory he had when he was in King's Landing.
The feeling mobilized all the thoughts of organizing the series.
Under the dark mine, it was finally confirmed that at least several hundred slaves would participate in the riot.
At the bottom of the silver mine, it’s time for dinner again. Counting the time, it should be evening now.
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The iron door was opened by the guard, and a dozen wooden carts filled with food came in. Under the illumination of a few dim oil lamps, the slaves ate quickly. Everyone was unusually quiet today, and there was no usual chatter.
After the meal, Ramsay was putting away the wooden tableware, and the oil in the oil lamp was burned out, leaving only the torches of the eight guards with light.
"Hurry up and push the car out, you damn slave!"
"Here you come, sir!" Ramsay pushed the cart hard. When he passed the iron gate, the wheels fell off with a snap, and the cart got stuck in the middle of the iron gate.
In the darkness, countless slaves watched this scene.
"Now! Go!" Littlefinger shouted.
"The slaves are going to riot! Call someone quickly!" As soon as the guards drew their swords, countless rocks had already hit them.
Ramsay and several other slaves pushing carts also used wooden carts to block the guards, and soon the slaves rushed over.
"Let me go!"
"Ah!"
With two leaders, Littlefinger and Ramsay, the slaves were aroused to be ferocious. Several were stabbed to death in the dark but could not stop the subsequent charge. Soon the eight guards were cut open and alive by the slaves who had been hungry for a long time.
Ate.
"Everyone, be quiet! We still have to pass through three iron gates! It's best if the guard has a key. If there is no key, we will dig up the stone next to the iron gate! Today we will rush to the ground!"
"Oh!"
"Get out!"
Littlefinger and Ramsay put on guard armor, each took a sword, and the remaining equipment was distributed among the strongest slaves.
"The one pushing the cart goes in front, the others keep quiet, blow out the torches and oil lamps, and hurry up to follow." Ramsay began to direct.
As we walked up the mine, new people continued to join us. The slaves were holding hoes and picks, some were holding wooden sticks, and those without any weapons were holding sharp polished stones in their hands. Even the slaves were broken.
Two iron gates quickly reached the first level of the mine.
There is a large space on the first floor, and there are many working civilians here.
"Slaves riot! Slaves riot!" Obviously the civilians do not stand on the side of the slaves.
It was only then that the slave rebellion was discovered.
jingle bell jingle bell jingle bell
The bell outside the mine was shaken wildly, and the only large iron fence at the exit of the mine was immediately locked. The guards quickly organized to defend here, with long shields stuck in the ground, and long spears sticking out from behind the iron fence.
, and there are a large number of archers behind.
"Demolish the wooden cart!" Littlefinger raised his sword high and issued the order according to the original plan.
The rioting slaves rushed to the first level and collected all the usable things in the entire mine. All the wooden minecarts here were dismantled into wooden boards.
"Don't be afraid of their bows and arrows. Pick up the plank and push it against the gate! Charge!"
Do do do do
The bows and arrows hit the thick wooden planks, but a large number of slaves were still wounded and killed. Then more slaves followed, picked up the planks to fill the gaps, and finally rushed to the iron gate.
"Hold on! Hold on! He who holds the mining pickaxe, come over and dig!" Littlefinger kept urging.
"Ah!"
The slaves attached the wooden board to the iron gate and used their bodies to hold it up to gain space for the people behind. Even though the bows and arrows were useless, the guards' spears still stretched out from the gaps in the wooden board and stabbed the slaves.
"Dig quickly!"
"Ah"
"Drag him away, and others will get on top!"
Slaves continue to be stabbed to death, and success or failure lies here. Now no one will give up. Some slaves use their bodies to press the spear to prevent it from retracting, and some slaves use stones to block the gaps in the boards.
The strongest slave, under cover, wildly wielded his pickaxe to dig out the stone next to the iron gate.
The defenders outside the door suddenly began to retreat, and then continued to carry firewood and pile it at the door, and the guards poured kerosene on the firewood pile.
Boom
The fire was ignited and the only exit was blocked by the fire.
The slaves in front of the iron gate stopped and looked at the fire in despair.
"What should I do?" Littlefinger took Ramsay's hand and asked.
"There was a fire at the door, and they wanted to smoke us to death 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 die first! Let's do this." Ramsay held his little finger and whispered a few words. The two walked into the mine and spoke to several other slaves.
What happened?
The heavily armed guards shouted at the door across the fire: "All slaves put down their weapons and retreat into the mine. I will spare your life! Otherwise, we will all smoke you to death inside!"
"Retreat, retreat, let's go back."
"Please don't kill us."
The guards continued to intimidate: "Archers, shoot rockets! Force them back into the cave!"
Dozens of archers wrapped the arrows in cloth strips, dipped them in kerosene and lit them. Countless rockets flew into the holes and were nailed to the wooden boards.
"We can't retreat, otherwise we will only die."
"Let's go back!"
The slaves by the iron gate wanted to go back, while the slaves behind wanted to rush out and huddled together at the narrow entrance.
There was a burst of smoke and dust deep in the mine, and ten dust-covered people including Littlefinger and Ramsay ran out and shouted: "The mine has collapsed! Rush out!"
"The mine collapsed!"
If you wait here, you will die immediately. If you run out, there is still a chance of survival. Hundreds of slaves began to squeeze forward with all their strength.
Ah
Um
The slaves in the front were squeezed by the people behind, and their bodies were pressed firmly against the iron fence. The huge force was concentrated on them, and they were squeezed speechless. Then their sternums were squeezed and they died, while the slaves behind them died.
The crowd is still exerting pressure.
"Hurry up and shoot the arrow!"
At this time, the arrow is useless, and the person it hit is already a corpse.
Bang! The iron fence door was finally squeezed down. A group of slaves in front fell to the ground, looking at the black night sky above the flames outside the door, and began to roar excitedly.
"Demon group! Rush out!"
In the melee, falling to the ground meant death. Before the people in front could get up, the slaves in the rear raised their feet and stepped on them. Then more and more people stepped on them until they were trampled to death.<
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There were more than a hundred guards in the mine, a few of them were knights, and the rest were nearby civilians. They were attacked by a group of rioting slaves trying to escape for their lives. Even with pretty good weapons, the surging flow of people quickly overwhelmed and tore them apart.
Broken, only a dozen guards escaped on horseback.
Shredding is shredding in the true sense, and Littlefinger feels that calling the Devil Group fits this group of people very well.
After the battle, some slaves began to collect weapons, clothing and other useful materials in 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 dozen slaves had already put on full body armor and were temporarily serving as officers.
Ramsay held a pocket watch with a broken panel and looked at the time: "10 minutes. We still have 10 minutes to rest and recuperate. We must set off when the time comes, otherwise we won't be able to outrun the horseback pursuers."
"Breaking Bad, we are in the mines of the Benfort family in the West!" Littlefinger looked at the few flags in the camp, with a man wearing a turban on a gray background with a flame border.
"Then do you know which way to go?" Ramsay gasped and looked at him.
"To the north is the sea, to the west and south is the hinterland of the West. We can only go northeast to the riverlands." Littlefinger doesn't know the specific location here, and can only judge it based on the location of the Banfort family's territory. Ramsay looked up at the sky. There were thick clouds and no stars could be seen: "If we can't see the stars, we can't find the right direction. We can't take the main road, so we can only walk along the valley first."
"Everyone gather together!" Ramsay shouted. Now these slaves are his only hope for survival.
The slaves came over in scattered pieces. Littlefinger and Ramsay found a big rock to stand on and mobilized the group of slaves.
Littlefinger shouted:
"We have escaped now. Next we have to go to the Riverlands. I will take you there safely, but we must first avoid the pursuers. We will set off in a few minutes."
There were about three hundred living slaves left in the audience, and they had no reaction after hearing Littlefinger's words.
This won’t work if it’s not powerful! Ramsay asked Littlefinger to stop and do it himself:
"We killed people and escaped, but don't be afraid! Have you heard the story of Vit Baratheon? It doesn't matter if you haven't. He killed tens of thousands of people in Braavos City in the Eastern Continent. Now let's go
Everyone is afraid of him wherever he goes! So we have killed more than a hundred people, and those nobles will send people to clear us out, but if we go to kill thousands more, when the name of the demon group is mentioned, West
Everyone in Luo Continent will be afraid of us!"
Seeing the fear gradually disappearing from the slaves' faces, Ramsay shouted:
"We are all demons! We have returned from the hell that never sees the light of day! We are man-eating demons! Wherever we go, all creatures will turn to ashes! We will kill all the nobles who enslave us!" p>
"Kill the nobles!" More than a dozen slaves shouted.
Ramsay then shouted: "Take their property!"
"Robbing their property!" Hundreds of slaves began to respond.
Ramsay: "Take their women!"
"Occupy their women!" All the slaves began to get excited.
"Our demon group has two commanders. The first is me, the Black Devil, and the second is the White Devil you all know!"
Ramsay pointed to his little finger: "Bring food and weapons and follow me! Let's go!"
A group of slaves did not have horses, and most of them did not even have shoes. However, after working in mines covered with gravel for a long time, the soles of their feet had thick calluses, so walking on the dirt road in the woods was very comfortable for them.
Littlefinger said to Ramsay: "When did I become the White Devil?"
Ramsay: "The person I admire most is Vit Baratheon. He is called the Red Devil of Braavos. If you have a white face, you are called the White Devil!"
Littlefinger looked at Ramsay's face: "Well, your face is darker than mine, and the black devil suits you better."
So far, the two of them still don’t know each other’s real name.