The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

Three people came out slowly in the darkness, one of them had a thin face and dull skin, but those eyes were piercing. There were two strangely physiques around him, one short and fat, the other tall and burly, with bald heads shining under the light of torches.

Varys and his two slave gladiators.

Humpty Dumpty had a crossbow in his hand, and a spear in his bald hand.

As soon as the dwarf and the bald came out, they naturally attacked the body with murderous aura.

"Prince Quentin, good evening." Varys said softly.

Quentin's tragic expression gradually calmed down: "Varys, I let you have a way out."

"This is your mistake. Young people, you must do everything you do, or else you will have trouble with yourself." Varys said softly and softly.

"I will remember Lord Varis' words." Prince Quentin said.

The lesson this time is indeed profound enough, and the price paid is life.

"Prince Quentin, you don't have the same luck as me, you can't turn over."

"Master Varis, the Martell family has always been your most loyal allies."

"I know this, and I have carefully discussed it with Lord Will. The Martell family is indeed the allies we need. There are rich people and family ties with the Targaryen family, in order to continue to maintain allies with the Martell family. Relationship, that's why Lord Will and I made the decision to kill them all."

"You want to kill me too? I once gave you a horse and directed you to mount and escape." Quentin's tone became more and more calm, and his expression became more and more calm.

"This is the immaturity of your lack of experience. You are ruthless, brave and conspiring, but you still owe it a little bit." Varys said softly, and showed his'coquettish' smile, with'water waves in his eyes. '.

Will clamped his legs. Before the battle horse, he removed the box from Quentin's horse, opened it, and brought out the dragon cage. Seeing the torch, the two little dragons kept screaming and bumping into the cage. When Will took out the cooked food from his arms, the two dragons immediately became obedient. They tilted their heads to stare at the cooked food in Will's hands, and their eyes turned steadily, as if they were about to speak.

Will smiled slightly, put the cooked food into the cage, and the two dragons immediately scrambled. Although there were many onlookers, they did not care about demeanor.

Xiaolong is gluttonous!

The breath on Will also made the two dragons feel at ease.

Dragons are magical creatures with wisdom. As soon as Will's breath came out, the two little dragons stopped their thumping and crying in the cage.

Their energy is also long-lasting, and when they feel unwell, the thumping sound can last a long time.

"Master Will, if you kill me, you won't be able to remove the suspicion of Varys poisoning Zogo Kao. Daenerys still won't believe Varys. If you spare my life, take me to Daneli In front of Si, I myself confessed the crime to her, so that I was sentenced to hanging, Master Varys also washed away my grievances, but returned to Daenerys to work."

Quentin Martell’s proposal is very good, and it can be said that it is the best choice.

"Do you want to do this? Prince Quentin?" Varys said softly.

"I murdered and violated the law. You have been wronged. Isn't this the best ending?"

"Of course not." Varys smiled, "Do you want to do this? You still have a chance of getting a pardon from Daenerys. Your bargaining chip is Don. But no matter what you think, you don't care about Daenery. Whether or not Silk will hang you, we will not follow your idea. We are different from you. What we have to do is beyond your imagination. We hope that when you die, you can’t understand why we did it. .Tsk, tusk, tusk, a prince who is both civil and military, but why do you mess with an eight-clawed spider."

"Master Varis, there is no second way for me?"

"No!" Varys smiled'gently'. He looked at Will: "Sir." He looked up at the sky and said lightly, "It's getting late."

Will nodded: "Okay, Sir Jorah, cut off Prince Quentin's tongue."

"Yes, Lord Will."

Jorah pulled out the dagger, and Prince Quentin said: "Master Will, I want a trial by force."

"This is the continent of Essos. Is there a rule for a trial by force?" Will asked Varys.

Varys touched the bald head that had become a bit rough: "Master Will, Essos has a duel ritual, which is similar to the battle trial on Westeros."

"Well, I want to hear first how you want to compete and judge?"

"My uncle Oberon Martell is my acting knight." Quentin said.

Will and Varys glanced at each other, and Will said: "It seems that your tongue really can't be left. You are too looking for opportunities and loopholes, every time it makes me feel embarrassed."

"You can't blaspheme the gods, the trial by force is the power that the gods give me." Quentin Martel said.

"You are right, but I am not going to kill you now, and you have also confessed that you are guilty. You have already confessed your guilt, so why don't you need the judgment of the gods, it is troublesome. Sir Jorah, cut his tongue."

"Then I will be my own martial arts knight. Sir Jorah, I will challenge you now and fight you. Do you dare to accept?" Quentin shouted sharply.

"Okay, I accept it!" Sir Jorah said lightly.

Both Varys and Will showed disappointed expressions, as if Quentin had hit their negligence.

Varys said: "Master Will, who is more sharp in Sir Jorah's swordsmanship than Quentin's swordsmanship?"

"I don't know." Will said.

"I have agreed to a duel." Sir Jorah said, "Master Will, Master Varys, please give me a little honor."

"Then, okay!" Varys closed his mouth and stepped back.

Will also carried the cage and stepped back.

The two murderous gladiators-Short and Bald also stepped back, dragged away the bodies of Claytus and William, and pulled away the horses of Claytus and Archibald.

Quentin drew his sword and kicked the Spurs. The Spurs made the horse so painful and pounced on Sir Jorah. Quentin held the sword in both hands, twisted his waist and turned around, using the power to drive his whole body on both arms, the long sword was held high, and he slashed at Sir Jorah.

Sir Jorah's legs were clamped, the horses were forward, and the horses were staggered, and Quentin's long sword slashed, but suddenly his arms hurt. The arms of both hands holding the sword were penetrated by a sword, and they were firmly nailed together.

What a fast sword!

The two horses passed by, and Qiao La had no sword in his hand, and the sword was hanging on Quentin's arm.

puff!

The long sword in Quentin's hand fell.

The horses on both sides are well-trained, and when the owner puts a little force on his legs, they turn around in a circle and look back.

"You, you, you are not Sir Jorah at all." Quentin's eyes widened, his face full of horror.

Sir Jorah pulled out the dagger from his waist without answering, and rode forward, reaching out and grabbing Quentin's shoulders. He stretched out the dagger and forcibly opened Quentin's mouth. The dagger was twisted in Quentin's mouth.

what!

The screams of Prince Quentin resounded across the night sky.

"Prince Quentin, you are my dumb captive from now on, and you are waiting for me honestly by my side. If I feel you have any attempts, I will scratch your face, blind your eyes, and deaf Your ears, then cut off your ten fingers." Sir Jorah's voice changed, becoming Arya's voice, colder than Frost.

Prince Quentin, who was so dizzy in pain, couldn't answer, his mouth was full of blood, but he was still sane and heartbroken, and nodded desperately.

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The last recommendation was at 2 pm, so the next one is around 2 pm.