Chapter 29

"Salted beef, dry bread. Lady Lysa is really generous." Tyrion looked at the supplies that the Knights of the Bloody Gate stuffed into their hands.

Ser Lynn Corbray looked grim, "I wish you a safe journey, Lord Lannister."

Seeing their expressions of swallowing shit, for some reason, Tyrion felt a little secretly happy. But soon he couldn't laugh anymore. Walking on the rugged mountain road, he couldn't help but recall the dangers of this journey.

He thought of those mountain wilds, whose weapons and equipment were extremely simple. Thinking of the greedy jailer he bribed in prison, an idea flashed through his mind.

"Beep~" A whistle sounded, and a figure turned behind the mountain poplar tree beside the mountain road.

"Bron?!"

The mercenary spread his hands and walked up, "It seems that the knights think I am one of your gang."

Now it's good to have one more person, Tyrion thought.

"What are you going to do? Fight back?" The mercenary looked at the two.

"It's several days away from the Trident. Those mountain people are like ghosts and may rush out at any time. Fighting back is not a good option." Cole analyzed.

"I mean, do you have any good ideas?" Bronn continued to ask.

"No, why not find a place to hide and wait for the Lannisters to attack the Eyrie, then we will come out."

"This is a bad idea, Cole." Tyrion shook his head. They can't last long with just this little food, not to mention that with his father's temperament, even if he would rather lead his troops to fight the North, he would not come to attack the Eyrie.

This place was built like an iron barrel by the nobles of the Arryn Valley.

"Maybe we should talk to our new friends." Tyrion said confidently.

"New friends?" Bronn was a little confused.

Tyrion waved his hand, "Let's go, there's still a long way to go."

He walked in front, swaying, looking unconcerned.

Bronn looked at Cole and saw that he was also indifferent. He suddenly felt that his brain was not enough. So what makes you so confident?

"If we leave him behind, I think we can rush back to the riverlands lightly."

"I can hear you." Tyrion shouted in front without looking back.

Cole smiled sideways, "In fact, I wanted to leave. I didn't have to come to the Eyrie at all."

Patted his shoulder, "Believe me, you won't suffer if you follow Lannister."

Although Bronn is indeed a profiteer, it is undeniable that this guy is a person with a bottom line. He will do things after receiving money, although he talks a lot. But at least he will not be like those high players in the game of thrones, you betray me, I betray you.

Smart people don't need to say too much. Obviously Bronn also realized the opportunity. In the conversation along the way, he realized that this dwarf is not what he seems, but an extremely smart person. Although he didn't catch the first hand, the little devil is obviously still in trouble now, and it is a good time to help him.

He feels that Cole is much smarter than him in this regard.

Haha, if you knew he was robbing you of your chance, you wouldn't think so.

"So what do you want, Bronn?" Tyrion asked as he walked, "Golden dragon, woman, or glory."

Now every bit of fighting power is worth winning over. Anyway, as long as he returns to Casterly Rock alive, these things are not worth mentioning.

Bronn curled his lips, "Maybe it's glory. I really love glory, just like the Unsullied love to visit brothels."

"As long as you save me, you can have whatever you want."

After walking out of the patrol range of the Bloody Gate, there were only rocks and mountains along the way. They tried to speed up their pace and walked in silence. Any noise at any moment might attract attacks from the mountain wildlings.

"I want to rest." After walking for half a day, Tyrion suddenly stopped. It was okay to ride a horse, but it was impossible for him to walk all day. His deformed legs could not withstand such pressure. "It's better to make a fire and have a meal. I'm starving."

"Are you eager to die, Lannister? The fire will attract the wildlings around." Bronn spit on the ground.

"Those wildlings are full of spies. They will come even if we don't make a fire." Tyrion pulled a dead branch and reached out to Cole, "Do you have a flint?"

"I'm not your squire, Tyrion." Cole took out a flint from the cloth bag.

"I know, I know. You are a knight of the Seven Kingdoms, Ser Cole." He suddenly grinned, "A virgin knight."

"Women can't save you now, only knights can." Cole patted his sword.

"My seven layers of hell, look at you proud. But now give me a woman, it's worth it even if I die."

"The woman you want is here." Bronn drew his sword.

Dark shadows flashed around, and soon a dozen mountain wildlings surrounded them in the center.

These natives are both men and women, wrapped in fur, except for a few male mountain men who are a bit sturdy, all of them are dry.

"No, our new friends are here." Tyrion threw down the branch and wiped his hands on his clothes.

Tyrion walked to Bronn's side and pressed down his sword, "Don't scare your friends with this thing."

"Welcome everyone, do you want to enjoy a pleasant dinner with us? We have the best beef and toast." Tyrion shouted to the group of mountain people.

"Kill half of the people, we can eat mutton." The burly wild man said.

A tall and thin savage pointed a knife at Tyrion, "Remember the god who told you that the one who will send you to heaven is Gunthor, son of Gunn of the Stone Crow tribe."

"Shagga, son of Dorf," shouted the burly savage.

"I am Tyrion, son of Tywin of the Lannister tribe." Tyrion pointed at Cole, "He is. Well. He is."

"I don't think we need to fight each other," Tyrion said, turning his words.

He patted Cole's armor and then his own helmet, "These armors are all good things. I can give them all to you."

"Hahaha." A mountain man named Conn laughed, "Kill half the people, these things will also be ours."

A group of savages laughed along with him, "The half-men are going to use our things to compensate us."

Only a savage named Torek didn't laugh along, and his eyes kept staring at Cole.

"Kill them, and then let half of them milk the goats," Shagga ordered. Apparently he was the leader of the group.

Cole drew his sword and glanced around. The savage named Torek was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, "It's him, he's the devil."

The savage looked at Cole. Is this the devil Torek said?

Cole didn't recognize that this man was one of the two barbarian cavalry who besieged him.

For a moment, the savages did not dare to act rashly.

The burly Xia Ga came directly with an ax and chopped down. He was not afraid of the devil. He was the most powerful warrior of the Stone Crow Tribe. He wanted to cut off the devil's lifeblood and feed it to the goats.

Cole blocked with his sword and took out Winter Night. Xia Ga only felt his head shake, and then fell to the ground with a bang. I have never been more afraid than Brute Force Cole.

The savages swallowed.

Tyrion's eyes flashed with joy, "Gunthor, son of Gunn, my family is rich and powerful, and there are countless warriors like this. If you protect us from the mountain safely, then I can give you something thousands of times better than this." equipment.”

"Flatlanders' words are worthless."

"You have seen it yourselves, his sword can kill you easily. And those in your hands are only suitable for killing sheep." Tyrion pointed to the winter night. "There are many swords like this in my tribe."

"Has the son of Tywin decided to trade your life with a sword? Or a spear? Armor?"

"Son of Gunn, these are not problems." Tyrion knew that his goal had been achieved. He smiled and said, "I can give you more, such as the entire Arryn Valley."

Everyone knew he was talking big words, but due to Cole's force and the temptation from the equipment, the mountain man's heart began to wander.