Game of Thrones Starts with the Lord Blast System

The wharf of the fishing village port was not built where it is now from the beginning.

It can be seen from the wooden stakes buried deep on the coast.

Lynn was strolling by the pier, the **** **** following him.

Looking at the busy craftsmen, Lynn felt very comfortable blowing the sea breeze.

The fishermen in the north are really simple.

You see, the nail is buried deep and firm.

Lynn swears that even a buffalo will never get far from the trap area.

Lynn was in a good mood for a reason. He went to the Three Sisters Island in Biting Bay to find the captured Rodat, and received a letter from the raven.

and wrote back to inform them that they were on their way back.

The treasures of the pirates are very rich, and the two chests are full of gold and silver.

In the letter, Lynn told him about the action against the Iron Islands merchant ship three days later, and he said that he would return at full speed and try to catch up with the operation to encircle and suppress the Iron People.

After staring at the dock for two full days, Lynn felt that everything was in order.

The final work can be completed this morning. The dock on the right side was completely dismantled, and the only remaining dock on the left side was blocked by two fishing boats.

Federer is a tanned old man.

At this time, he squatted on the ground, took a large and sharp iron stick from the side, buried it in the small hole just dug, and slowly covered it with soil.

The soil is covered with a layer of fine sand. If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to notice the sharp nail heads emerging from the gravel.

Federer is running out of nails, and these are the last nails they need to bury.

The patrol of the lord's mansion passed behind him, and they came to monitor the progress of the work.

For the seemingly vicious patrol, the old man Federer was not nervous at all.

The little lord, he was standing not far from him with the dog just now.

After seeing his craftsmanship, he even complimented him on words that he half understood.

"This skill is awesome, add a chicken leg at night."

This must be a good word.

Thinking of chicken legs, old Federer's eyes dimmed a bit.

He lived here not long before the fishing village port was established. The dead father of the little lord was entrusted to be the lord of this territory, and he established it with a group of people. The fishing village port city built a wharf here. , has the present situation.

The current little lords are even less likely to disappoint the residents here.

The best proof is the defeat of the pirates in Biting Bay a while ago.

Old Federer originally planned to apply for a job as a craftsman and earn some money to subsidize his family, but when he saw that the original fishing village port was gradually growing in batches, and when he saw that they were well-trained soldiers, he felt that the lord would soon develop. .

"After I've been busy for a while, let my son come and work with the adults, guarding the broken fishing boat every day, what can I do?"

Old Federer thought to himself.

There was a noise from the side.

A voice shouted: "Lord Lord, this kid is cheating and slipping. The nails are not firmly buried. The sand is too thick and there is no mud in it. As long as there are double leather boots, stepping on them can only be regarded as scratching."

Old Federer clapped his hands and stood up, looking in the direction of the sound not far away.

A member of the patrol roared at a sturdy craftsman, and the little lord next to him led his black dog and looked around.

Federer thought with a mocking expression on his face.

"Idiot, is the patrol team so fooled? With so much pay, I'm not serious about doing some work. You must know that these nails are used to kill the enemies of the fishing village port. The lord has been in the craftsman's workshop a few days ago. It's very clear. You're guilty, you're an idiot!"

Lynn looked at the erring craftsman with a pleading face, his face darkened, his eyes swept across the gravel on the ground.

"Take off his shoes."

These words pierced the heart of the craftsman in front of him like a sharp blade.

The next moment, the craftsman's shoe was savagely pulled out by the patrol team, and the one that pierced the bottom of the craftsman's foot was a nail that he buried himself.

Not wearing shoes, stepping on such big iron nails, what the consequences would be, Lin En could imagine with his eyes closed.

Muddy blood is a certainty, Lynn shook his head and sighed softly. It is unforgivable for people who cheat and play tricks to develop here.

Lynn walked away with the little black dog indifferently.

Behind him came the heart-piercing howl of the craftsman, the soles of his feet would be pierced directly by the nails, and blood flowed all over the floor.

However, his feet will not be worn out, and it is inevitable to recover from the injury for a month or two.

Everything was brought about by him.

After walking by the pier all morning, Lynn took people to the city.

Lynn looked up at the row upon row of soldiers of the cavalry regiment patrolling the city wall, and smiled with satisfaction.

Now, the cavalry regiment has taken over all key positions in the fishing village port, including defense and patrolling.

The original guards, except for the leader of the guards, Hood, Lynn arranged all of them to patrol the city as a full-time arrest team for criminals.

Such an arrangement not only has a clear division of labor, but also makes Lynn feel more at ease.

In the world of Game of Thrones, being careful is better than regretting it.

Continuing to walk towards the fishing village port city, over a sloping hill, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is in front of the open gate of the city, and his vision suddenly brightened.

To the left and right of the gate, two people stood guard side by side.

The leader of the cavalry regiment's archer battalion, Harry Kane, who accompanied the inspection at the front of the team, suddenly said, "Master, it's best to make some preparations at the gate of the village."

"Why, do you think those ironmen can be killed under the fortress?" Lynn asked suspiciously.

Harry Kane shook his head and said, "Fighting from both sides, there are hidden nails on the pier, those people can't rush over, but the master, all the cavalry regiments are dispatched to the pier to fight, they have to prevent some people from getting on the shore, and the fortress is empty..."

Lin En heard the words and looked up at the wooden city gate that was more than three meters high above his head.

Thoughtful.

The guard leader Hood Fierce Scar twitched on the face, looked up along the city gate with his thick nose up, and carefully glanced at the expression of the Lord next to him.

Hood said, "Sir, the guards can defend the city. In the past, there have been several harassments by small groups of pirates. It is not so easy to break through the city gate."

"Of course, that's what the guards of the lord's mansion used, I believed it!"

As Lynn said that, he suddenly pulled out the Valyrian dagger from his waist, squatted down and inserted it into the ground at the city gate.

The razor-sharp Valyrian dagger, like cutting tofu, can easily pierce into the ground. Except for the handle, it completely submerged into the ground.

"It's really suitable for burying nails here, and it doesn't need to be as troublesome as a wharf. The gravel here is mud, and you only need to insert the tack directly upside down."

"The door is not necessary, but it can be arranged along the foot of the city wall."

Lynn shrugged slightly.

The Valyrian steel short knife drawn out, looked at the layer of mud and sand covering the blade, and said with a smile.