Game of Thrones Starts with the Lord Blast System

The Lannister army camp stretches for miles between the river and the King's Road.

Night has fallen, dyeing all flags black. The little devil Tyrion had been marching for a day, and his body was sore, and now he was finally relieved from the ear-tip order of his father Tywin Lannister.

Tonight he planned to get drunk, but now he turned his attention to the woman in front of him.

"That's her?" he asked his bodyguard Bronn.

Bronn nodded, he snatched this woman from a knight.

The woman stood up gracefully and overlooked Tyrion from a height of more than five feet. "Yes, my lord, and she can speak herself, if you please."

"I am Tyrion of the Lannister family, and others call me the little devil."

"My mother named me Shae, and others often call me that... me."

Bronn laughed, and Tyrion couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. "Then, please enter the account, Shae."

Tyrion lifted the curtain for her, and after entering, lit a candle.

He picked up the candle and looked at her carefully. Bronn had a good eye: she had doe-like eyes, was slender, small and stocky, and had a smile that was sometimes shy, sometimes arrogant, sometimes evil.

Tyrion was satisfied.

"Sir, do you want me to undress?" the woman asked.

"Wait a minute, Shae, are you a prostitute?"

"My lord, if you're happy, think about it this way." She pretended to be solemn.

"Little sister, I will be happy when I know the truth."

"Really? Then you have to pay double."

Tyrion thought they were a perfect match. "I'm a Lannister, some gold, and you'll find I'm a very generous person...but I don't want just what's between your legs - of course I want that. I want you with me. Live, pour wine for me, laugh with me, massage my feet every day after I run around... And, whether I keep you for a day or a year, as long as we're together, you're not allowed to sleep with other men."

"It's fair." She reached down, grabbed the skirt of her sackcloth shirt, pulled her head smoothly, and threw it aside.

Tyrion put down the candle, took her hand, and pulled her gently. She leaned over to kiss him, her mouth smelling of honey and alfalfa, her fingers deftly finding the knots in his clothes.

Gan!

Ohh Ohh ohh……

The pirates outside the fishing village port city, and the white port knights who were hiding on the hills willing to watch a siege battle, suddenly heard a huge horn sound.

This is a standard offensive horn, but they didn't understand for a while why this horn came from the walled fort.

Could it be that the little lords inside saw that their siege catapults were about to be installed, ready to leave the city to die?

Pirates think so.

But Hood, the leader of the guards standing on the city wall, didn't think so.

Looking at the exploding regiments that kept coming out of the lord's mansion, he knew that the reinforcements that the lord said before really existed, and they did not refer to those knights in White Harbor on the hills.

The infantry commander Rodart, the archer commander Harry Kane and the exploding corps, lined up inside the city gate.

"Hood, guard the city wall and don't let Baigang and the pirates come in. Anyone who tries to get close will be killed on the spot!"

Lynn ignored the surprised leader of the guards and said lightly.

The latter nodded with a dull expression.

Then, at the signal of Lynn, the horn of attack blew in the fishing village port castle.

There is a beach outside the gate of the fishing village port castle, which leads directly to the fishing port wharf. The two sides of the beach at the estuary are tightened hills. The pirate gate that landed from the port was unaware of the danger at this time, and they were all concentrated in the low terrain. In the middle of the beach.

Lynn was going to let 100 infantrymen and 61 archers in full cotton armor make a frontal attack, and the other 139 were divided into two groups and flanked from both sides.

As long as you can quickly occupy the soil slopes on both sides, use the high to fight the low, so that the archer's range can effectively cover the pirate group in the middle, forming a pinch attack.

Winning this battle will not be a problem.

The trumpet was deep and deep, full of mourning, and joined this **** chorus.

The middle door of the fishing village port castle is wide open.

The frontal raiders who shouted loudly rushed out.

While running, the archers threw their bows in a rain of arrows. They didn't seek precise shooting, but only wanted to suppress the pirates who couldn't react for a while.

Lynn stood between the old scholar Hill and the leader of the guards, looking around on the tower on the city wall. The infantry was charging very fast. When approaching the pirates who were preparing to fight back with bows and arrows, they raised their long axes and big swords. The sun on the coast shone with a cruel and sharp light.

"Long live the Explosives!"

When the arrow rain fell again, Lynn heard the cotton-armored soldiers in front shouting loudly.

His face suddenly turned black, and he vowed to change another slogan next time.

Demacia, for example, is pretty good.

Guard Hood held the wooden poles of the wall stack with both hands, and looked at the scene outside, stunned and motionless.

When the first wave of the lord's reinforcements came into contact with the pirates in front, they watched the pirates who were slaughtering them like chopping melons and vegetables, and facing the fierce counterattack of the fishing village port.

Hood knew that the victory of this battle must belong to the fishing village port castle.

However, when he raised his eyes, he looked at the slopes on both sides of the river valley.

Seeing those archer soldiers wearing only shorts, lined up in a long horizontal line on the hill, like training to shoot ducks, they skillfully pulled the bowstring again and again, and began to shoot into the crowd of pirates. When the arrows are thrown.

He thought it would be a crush.

Seeing the **** Hood, his heart was beating wildly, and the head of the guard with a fierce look turned his head~www.wuxiaspot.com~ looked at the tight-faced Lord Lynn beside him, and lowered his head even lower. a few points.

This is a one-sided massacre, and Lynn is seeing the power of the Explosives.

Unmoving, blinking.

The warriors on the beach in the river valley were slaughtering frantically. Those sturdy soldiers and pirates each held their weapons to kill or be killed.

The echoes were surging, and they came from far away.

There were the crackling of broken spears, the sound of swords clashing, and the strange cry of "Long Live the Explosives".

When Lynn understood that opening his eyes was useless, he closed his eyes and listened intently.

He heard horses' hooves running, iron boots splashing shallow water, and the dull sound of swords splitting oak shields. The pirates seemed to be forced to jump into the icy waters.

But it didn't help. As long as someone was alive, the infantry and arrows of the Explosive Corps would meet them one by one.

The voice gradually became weaker, and finally subsided, and finally there was only a bleak wailing.

The sun sets in the west, and the blood-colored sunset gradually falls to the sea level.

Lynn took a deep breath. This is a level 1 blaster. Even though the enemy is not a regular army, but just some pirates with unruly training, the gap before this is too big.

Lin En was in disbelief. He opened his eyes, looked at the horrified old scholar Hill, and said, "Are there many golden dragons in the pirate lair?"

He flipped through the information on the system panel.

[Current upgrade experience: 30.1/100]

His eyes were hot.

And the latter didn't seem to hear Lynn's question at all, and the old bachelor blushed and said excitedly, "My lord, I swear, for every ten that group of **** pirates die, we will only die less than one."

Lynn is speechless, where do you count your feelings?