Mutton, who broke through the door, rushed forward without pausing.
The bandit group that was attacked naturally suffered heavy losses, and more than half of them lost their lives before they could react.
The remaining group of thieves had just retreated to this stone house.
The robbers who had just closed the door and wanted to discuss the next step while temporarily out of danger were also startled by the movement made by Mutton.
Is this still a human being?
The nearest robber had his head smashed into pieces by Mutton at the moment of hesitation.
The bandit leader shouted, "Fight!!!"
A robber gritted his teeth, gritted his teeth, held the hilt of his sword tightly, and stabbed towards Mutton.
Under the cover of the helmet, a trace of disgust flashed across Mutton's naive face.
Mutton's thick legs took a step forward flexibly, and Left Hand's round shield smashed down. With a bang, the robber and his sword were flattened. The whole process was full of a sense of primitive power.
In the small space of the house, Mutton used his physical advantages to defeat the approaching robbers in a short time.
At this time, clan soldiers also poured into the house one by one and killed them.
Anguy As soon as he entered the house, he stared at the bandit leader who was loudly ordering the bandits but hiding in the back.
Anguy raised the corners of his lips slightly and took out an arrow from his quiver.
Anguy was about to raise his bow when Mutton's warhammer, stained red by plasma, spun and flew out.
With a bang, the flying hammer hit the bandit leader right in the face, making a bone-crushing sound.
Anguy changed the target, and with a whoosh, an arrow was shot, and a robber fell down in response.
After shooting the arrow, Anguy looked at Mutton and said helplessly, "The accuracy is good!"
Because of the visor, Anguy couldn't see Mutton's expression, but from the trembling of his flesh balls, he could tell that Mutton was smiling happily.
Honest fat man?!
The battle is nearing its end.
Anguy changed his usual calmness, quickly raised his bow and nocked an arrow, and shot an arrow quickly.
Crabb Clan Soldiers, holding a battle ax in his hand, was just about to take the head of the last robber when the sound of arrows piercing the air came to his ears.
Poof, the robber covered his neck with the arrow and fell to the ground with blood flowing from his mouth.
The axe-holding soldier made a grunting sound and turned his head to stare at Anguy, with a dangerous light in his eyes.
Invite you to drink! Anguy quickly made a gesture of drinking, and then the axe-holding soldier nodded slightly and looked away.
Mutton stretched out his hand to pull on his visor and said naively, "Anguy, don't forget my barbecue."
Anguy doesn't want to pay attention to the cunning fat man for the time being. "..."
The tall and sturdy figure of the axe-holding soldier approached and said in a rough voice, "Mutton, next time you knock on the door, take me with you?"
Mutton raised his eyes and looked over, then nodded innocently.
After two days of fighting, Gryn's clan soldiers wiped out four bandit groups in total.
The harvest is good, I will be secretly happy for a long time if I switch to the previous Gryn.
I am still very happy, but now Gryn has been getting along with the wealthy Lannister for a long time, and this level can no longer bring him the same pleasure as before.
Gryn's appetite is also growing.
After a day of grooming, the Gryn group, each with a strong horse, stepped into the Roseroad again, holding high the Crabb clan flag, and headed south.
Red Keep, Tower of the Hand.
Lord Jon, who was lying back on the hospital bed, was about to speak when he felt his throat was itchy and couldn't help but cough violently.
After calming down for a while, Lord Jon said in a hoarse voice, "Petyr, this time I... I'm afraid I have to lie down a little longer."
Petyr comforted, "Master Duke, you will get better soon. You have to believe Grand Maester Pycelle."
Lord Jon whispered, "Yes, Pycelle's medical skills are superb."
After a moment of silence, Lord Jon asked again, "Where is Stannis?"
Petyr's face was a little helpless. "Lord Stannis took the people away after saying goodbye to you King's Landing. I think now..."
Petyr spread his hands and continued, "He should be returning to Dragonstone's ship."
Lord Jon sighed weakly, "This stubborn Stag."
Petyr once again spoke out to comfort, "Everyone knows Lord Stannis's character. Don't always take his words to heart. You have your own difficulties. Others are not Hand of the King. It's normal for them not to understand you or even misunderstand you."
Petyr is good at observing details. Although Grand Maester Pycelle behaved normally, the fleeting changes on Grand Maester Pycelle's face did not escape his eyes.
I really underestimated the lethality of Lord Stannis. This time Lord Jon's health is not optimistic.
Petyr's comfort at this time is definitely sincere. Lord Jon cannot die yet. This is not in his interest.
Petyr's voice was very gentle. "I think you have long been used to it."
Petyr's words made Lord Jon's face seem to improve a lot. "Petyr, starting from tomorrow, you can come directly to Tower of the Hand."
Petyr raised the corners of his lips, nodded towards Lord Jon and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, I am deeply honored to be able to serve you."
"Go and rest."
Lord Jon raised his hand slightly, waved it with difficulty, and lowered his eyes weakly.
At this time, Petyr, who had left Lord Jon's bedroom, had just gone down the stairs.
There was no one around and the lights were dim.
A white and chubby hand suddenly appeared and took Petyr's arm.
Petyr's gray-green eyes trembled slightly, but he instantly recognized the owner of this hand.
Petyr followed the force and moved over, his hands naturally placed on the black shadow's waist, and he said in a low and hoarse voice, "My Lysa."
The identity of the black shadow is Lysa·Tully.
Lysa·Tully House Tully from Riverlands is the wife of Eyrie Duke and King's Hand Jon·Arryn.
Although Mrs. Lysa·Tully also lowered her voice, she could not hide the joy in her tone. "You always think of me first, my Petyr!"
My vision gradually became clearer as I adapted to the darkness.
Mrs. Lysa·Tully has a pair of blue eyes House Tully.
Mrs. Lysa·Tully has long, fluffy reddish-brown hair. After giving birth to Lord Jon's only son, Robert·Arryn, her body began to gain weight.
Lysa·Tully, 31 years old this year, has a bloated and flabby body. Although her cheeks are powdered, she looks ten years older than her actual age.
At this moment, Petyr's eyes only see Lysa·Tully in front of him, as if he is staring at the most cherished treasure in his life.
Lysa·Tully Mrs. Petyr's charming eyes are not enough every time. She is suddenly fascinated.
Mrs. Lysa·Tully, who was intoxicated with love, had completely forgotten where this place was, and her chubby white hands slipped into Petyr's robe.
Petyr lowered his gray-green eyes, raised the corners of his lips, and glanced at the short figure of Mrs. Lysa·Tully.
Petyr Although his voice was suppressed, it was full of love. "Lysa, don't make too much noise."