The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

"Get out!" Governor Binxu shouted, "My lord is about to go out of town to negotiate, don't get in the way."

"Master Illyrio, when I was in Westeros, I already knew that the adults were generous and arrogant, and I hope to find a mission under the adults." Dick Weishui said respectfully.

"Left and right, take it." Bin Xu shouted sharply.

A soldier immediately pierced the mercenary with a spear. Unfortunately, his spear was still halfway, and his throat had been pierced by Dick Weishui's spear.

Illyrio's eyes lit up.

Viserys' purple eyes were beating like flames.

Jora Mormon's hand squeezed the hilt firmly.

The eight guards of the Unsullied guard tightly protected Illyrio, long contradictory cards, and arranged an attack array.

Just now, the mercenary stabbed the soldier with a casual stabbing, and the latter came first, and with a soft sound, it pierced the soldier's throat. Moves quickly and neatly.

"Kill him." Governor Binxu was furious.

The little guard commander rode on the horse, waved his spear, and shouted: "Battle queue!"

The two rows of soldiers immediately formed a battle formation and moved closer together, with the shield in front and the spear on the shield, pushing towards Dick Weishui. Command a kick of the spurs, dance with a spear, and attack Dick Weishui.

Dick Weishui stepped back slightly, he suddenly sank his shoulders, kicked the ground and twisted his waist to exert force. The spear in his hand flew out, like black lightning, with a pop, the spear was in the center of the commander’s neck, and the triangular black iron spear was extremely sharp. Penetrating the commander’s neck armor was like piercing paper leather. The spear easily penetrated the commander’s neck, and the huge power brought the commander’s body back and forth...

The warhorse suddenly lost its master, suddenly stopped, the man stood up, and screamed...

boom!

The commander's body fell on the wall, and the huge inertial force took his body to slide out a long series of blood...

The soldiers in the two rows of battle queues were all startled, and stopped moving for a while.

Governor Binxu's face was pale, and he took a few steps back, and his guards immediately protected him.

The other governors evaded one after another, and the entourage immediately stood in front of the governors.

choke!

Jory Mormon's long sword is unsheathed.

choke!

Dick Weishui's dagger was pulled out, and his dagger was inferior at first sight. It didn't even have a scabbard, so it was hung on the strap that didn't fit.

"Kill him!" several governors shouted angrily.

"Jorah!" Illyrio said.

Jora Mormon stepped back and stared at Dick Weishui. This is an ordinary person with a shameless appearance, and does not have the mercenary's brutality, but rather calm and ordinary. This kind of temperament is the target of being bullied. But seeing how easily he killed two people just now, Jora Mormon knew that this guy was a dog that didn't bark.

Dogs that don't bark can bite people!

"Your name is Dick Weishui?" Illyrio smiled. The smile of obese people always makes people feel very kind.

"Yes, sir." Dick Weishui immediately knelt on one knee, bowing his head respectfully.

"What mercenary group in Westeros?"

"Warriors, my lord."

The Warriors, known as the Blood Theatre of King’s Landing, is notorious, and all the brothers in it are good players. The group leader is from the free trade city of Kohor. Although Illyou is not familiar with the Warriors, he is not unfamiliar with it. After hearing this name, he also knows this mercenary group.

If anyone in King's Landing wants to be unfavorable to Illyrio, the little bird of Lord Varys must have sent information first.

"Well, I want you, get up." Illyrio said. As for why this Dick Weishui would leave the Warriors and wander Pantos, Illyrio didn't ask. He seldom asks about the past of the Westeros whom he has taken in to help. He allows others to keep secrets that he doesn't want to say, but instead has the loyalty and friendship of many Westeros wandering into the narrow sea.

Moreover, to dig out a person's past, Illyrio has his own way. Anyone who intends to take refuge, if he is telling lies, must have been carefully designed before.

Dick Weishui stood up, and the eight Unsullied One beside Illiou shrieked away the long contradictory cards and flashed to the left and right.

The other governors looked at each other and no one raised objections.

Their hope of the Dothraki retreat rested on Illyrio. If Illyrio fails, the Dothraki attack the city forcibly. Relying on the tall and strong walls, they have time to leave the West Gate calmly by sea...So if you want to die, Illrio is the first to die.

Illyrio said to Governor Binxu: "Choose a new squad command, Lord Governor, Dick Weishui is my guard."

"Yes, my lord, as you wish."

"Master Binxu, borrow your sword for a use."

Bin Xu walked over, untied his sword, and handed it respectfully.

Illyrio drew out his saber, the sabre was shining with golden light, and the blade was shining.

The scabbard is decorated with many gems and gold and silver lines. The end of the round ball of the hilt is a whole piece of jade carved into a semicircle.

"Dick, we are about to leave the city, this sword will be used temporarily." Illyrio handed the golden sword to Dick Weishui.

"Master Xie." Dick Weishui immediately knelt on one knee and took over this valuable gold-plated sword.

Such a precious sword was rewarded by Illyrio to a wandering mercenary who had just been loyal, and Bin Xu's face seemed to be punched severely. His sword was made by Pantos' best weapon master, and the blood demon wizard was asked to perform magic blessing. It is said that his sword can ward off evil spirits and is extremely sharp.

"It's called bleeding." Illyrio smiled. "There is no blood to kill. The blood will drip from the blade automatically without wiping. Dick, thank you Governor Binxu."

"Governor Xie Binxu sword." Dick Weishui said lightly. The sword hung around his waist, and it didn't match his person and clothes at all. The sword is a good sword, extremely luxurious. People are not good looking, as thick as rubble.

Bin Xu snorted heavily, forced to endure, and did not leave immediately.

"Take off your armor." Illyrio said to the captain of the Unsullied guard beside him.

After a short while, a set of bronze armor was put on Dick Weishui's body, his boots, sword belt, and spiked helmet, Dick Weishui turned into an Unsullied warrior, and his indifferent expression was similar to Unshui's. No difference.

At the mouth of the city wall, the Prince of Tattered Clothes looked at this side, with three dragon eggs on him.

When James Lannister decided to recommend himself, he gave the dragon egg on his body to the Prince of Tattered Clothes.

Compared to the battle for the Iron Throne, a dragon egg fossil that was brought back to please Cersei suddenly became less important.

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The winch frame clicked and rattled, and the heavy oak-inlaid iron door slowly rose.

The door does not open left and right, but falls straight up and down, and lifts and lowers through a winch.

Next to the thick gate, there was actually a small door to enter and exit, but Illyrio did not go through the small door, although there were only three people with him: Jora Mormon; Dick Water and an Unsullied Warrior.

The suspension bridge was lowered, and the four horses stepped on the suspension bridge. On the opposite side, the Dothraki cavalry suddenly raised the scimitar, a bright light reflecting the golden light of the sun, and a forest of scimitars grew across the plain, with no edge in sight!

Ho **** ho **** ho **** --!

The Dothraki people suddenly shouted in unison, and the sea-like sound swept the sky and the earth, and the soldiers at the gate of the city were so frightened that their faces became earthy, and the shouts of closing the gate rang into one...The winch frame began to moan in pain...and On the suspension bridge, the four messengers of the negotiations have not crossed the bridge...

Illyrio glanced at Dick Weishui next to him. The other party looked indifferent and breathed smoothly, but his hand was firmly pressed on the golden hilt, and the knuckles turned white because of the force...

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Don't skip the order, many foreshadowing allusions come from just one or two passages. If you haven't read the chapter of Beauty Wealth in Chapter 210, you will not know the truth about the name of the "Kingslayer", nor will you know the person Jon Clinton, who will be confused and abrupt when the Clinton story comes out later.