The mercenary named Carrying an Ax actually had a faint intention of retreating. He wanted to abandon the rest of his brothers and retreat alone.
For mercenaries like them, any relationship between brothers is like fart, and they can be laughed at.
They all do this kind of business with their heads tied to their belts just for money.
No one knows how long he can live.
Or if you close your eyes tonight, will you be able to open them tomorrow?
As a mercenary, he may die due to some accident at any time. Take the low-level mercenaries in their courage group as an example, blood exchanges are extremely frequent.
He himself can be considered a mid-level and high-level person in the Courage Group because of his good strength.
As for a newcomer who just joined some time ago, the two of them greeted each other, and in a few days the other person might be carried back as a corpse.
Life and death are too familiar to people like them.
Giving birth means moving on a woman's belly, venting, or trying to leave a seed for oneself.
To die is to lie carelessly on the ground, regardless of whether he is the Seven Gods, the Old Gods, the Black Goat God, the Lord of Light R'hllor, or the Weeping Lady of his hometown Lys, etc. Whose kingdom can accept me and be a cow?
You can be a horse or a dog.
But... no one has ever died. Who knows if we can really see these gods after death.
Even after making a lot of money, I don’t know who to hand it over to for safekeeping, so I can only squander it wantonly and enjoy myself in time.
Therefore, there is no scruples for such people. It is the most normal thing to betray teammates when the situation goes wrong. This is not the first time that someone stabs someone in the back.
And at this moment.
He was walking carefully in the Stone Drum Tower, holding an ax in one hand.
In the other hand, he held the shield he had just seized from the body of the guard. He no longer dared to take Viserys lightly because of his age.
"This little thing..."
The mercenary's mind moved slightly, and his eyes rolled. The mission of killing the little prince went unexpectedly, and he even lost two people.
The situation on the other side was unknown. The whole castle seemed to be waking up, and the servants and guards were all awakened.
Even if the other side kills Queen Layla, it may not be easy to escape.
"That's all."
"Don't blame me, it's better to withdraw first."
The mercenary gritted his teeth slightly, and then finally made up his mind to abandon the rest of his brothers and retreat first.
No matter how high the stakes offered by King Robert were, it would still be better to live. He didn't want to spend the money with his life.
Then the tall man touched the rope around his waist, then turned over and sat on the stone window. He was going to use the rope to escape from the castle again from the stone window, and then find their ship and leave Dragonstone.
The man turned his head left and right and looked around, and found that there was no one around him, and then he felt relieved.
He didn't know where Viserys had fled to. This little thing ran so fast that he had already lost him.
Click——
Then the mercenary fixed it on the wall with a hook and tugged hard to make sure the rope was fixed.
Then he put the battle ax and shield behind his back, and carefully made sure that there was no one around him. Then he pulled the rope with both hands and got out of the castle. His body was completely submerged into the darkness and disappeared.
Wow——
As the rope continued to descend, the mercenary grabbed the rope and slid down skillfully.
"Ran away."
The mercenary breathed a sigh of relief.
However, he didn't feel any guilt in his heart. The deaths of others had nothing to do with him. It was enough to know that he could escape.
But when he was halfway down, something happened that made the mercenary feel horrified.
He suddenly felt that the rope was shaking slightly, but it was not the shaking caused by his own force, but other forces were shaking the rope.
"Um?"
The big man with his face covered in oil paint was stunned for a moment, then he raised his head and saw a small figure appearing in the window he just got out of.
Because my back was against the light source, I couldn't see clearly the other person's cheeks and facial expressions.
However, Langdon was still able to recognize the other person at a glance as the young prince Viserys who he had just chased.
"Oops!"
The mercenary's heart sank slightly, knowing that something bad was going on.
"No..."
The muscles on his thick and powerful arms were coiled, and he tightly grasped the rope. His throat rolled slightly, and he swallowed a mouthful of spit.
He doesn't want to die yet.
In fact, no one wants to die if they can live.
However, Langdon, who was somewhat famous among the mercenaries in the 'Disputed Land', was really panicking at this time.
Although he was nicknamed the "Bloody Hand from Lys" because of his ruthlessness, he even once killed ten slaves in a gladiatorial arena against one enemy and won applause from the audience.
But now, no matter how strong he is, it is not enough to save him at this time.
The mercenary stepped on the outer wall of the castle and lowered his head slightly to look at the cliff below him.
However, it was pitch black below and nothing could be seen clearly. It was like a bloody mouth waiting to swallow him up, not even the bones left behind.
…
Wow——
The waves kept crashing against the rugged rocks below.
And far away on the sea, this war seems to have gradually come to an end.
The Qingting Island fleet came in force this time not to conquer Dragonstone Island at once.
After all, he had no reason to refuse the king's order, but Earl Redwin also didn't want his team to suffer a big blow.
After all, the Qingting Island fleet is the private property of the Redwin family, and he will feel heartbroken for every battleship and soldier that is damaged.
So after a simple test, Earl Redwin commanded the fleet to prepare to withdraw from the battlefield.
The commander of the Dragonstone Island fleet also knew full well that the fleet had lost supplies from Westeros and now the fleet was sitting on nothing, so he did not take advantage of the victory to pursue it, but let the Qingting Island fleet withdraw from the battlefield in an orderly manner.
But at this moment.
No one can understand the fear in the heart of the mercenary hanging in mid-air, unable to advance or retreat, and daring not to retreat.
"I...I don't want to die yet..."
The Dragonstone Castle is located on a cliff beside the sea, and the position he has descended is not even half of it, and there is still at least twenty yards below.
If he really fell from here like this, I'm afraid there would be no room for struggle and he would be smashed directly into pieces. After all, there is a rocky beach below.
"Your Highness, please forgive me for my crime."
"I..."
The mercenary was panicking, holding on to the rope tightly and wanting to beg Viserys for mercy. However, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, and his voice was blown far away by the wind.
Viserys stood in front of the stone window, looking calmly at the mercenaries trapped in the cliff.
Breathing slightly.
Then he took out the dagger from his waist, put it on the hemp rope, and then slashed it down hard.