Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

At this moment, one of his subordinates hurriedly ran in. He was panting and out of breath and said to Shaquille: "Boss, there is a person outside, saying he wants to see You also claim to be able to provide us with food and weapons."

When Shaquille heard this, his eyes suddenly froze, like sharp arrows in the cold night, full of vigilance.

He asked cautiously: "Just one person? Have you confirmed it clearly? Could it be the conspiracy of the good master?"

The subordinate nodded vigorously and replied firmly: "It's definitely the same person, boss. And it really doesn't look like he's from the Good Lord's side."

Shaquille frowned slightly and fell into thought. After thinking for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, Kyle spoke first and said, "Bring the person here and see what his purpose is."

Hearing Kyle's interruption, Shaquille suddenly felt angry. This Kyle had challenged his authority in public several times, which was really intolerable.

He secretly made up his mind to find an opportunity to get rid of the other party as soon as possible and let everyone see the cost of humiliating the leader. He suppressed the anger in his heart, gritted his teeth and echoed: "Listen to Kyle, just bring the person here and we will find out."

The men took the order and left, and after a while, he led the people in. A tall man with a scar on his forehead and a scimitar on his waist appeared in front of everyone. This man was Kairos who was ordered to come here.

Kairos glanced at the group of ragged slaves in front of him with burning eyes. Some people even had the marks of slaves on their faces, and he was sure in his heart that these were the group of escaped slaves Jalal was talking about.

"I heard that you want to provide us with weapons and food? Why? Who are you?" The leader Shaquille's voice sounded first, with deep suspicion and worry in his voice, as if he was asking an elusive mystery.

After hearing this, Kairos raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly, and the prepared words quickly appeared in his mind, and he said calmly: "It doesn't matter who I am, as long as you know that I hate the Good Lord as much as you do, I can provide you with Just help.”

"A person who doesn't even dare to tell his origin must be harboring a conspiracy. I think I should cut off your hand so that you will tell the name of the benevolent person behind it." There was a fierce look in Shaquille's eyes. threatened.

After hearing the threat, Kairos's face remained calm and calm, as if the mountain was collapsing in front of him without changing his expression.

He didn't seem to be worried about the other party's threat at all, because he knew that this ragtag group had long been quietly surrounded by His Majesty's Blood Dragon Guards.

Once he sends a signal, the Blood Dragon Guard will immediately dispatch. While it may be difficult to wipe out the opponent, stopping them from harming you is easy.

Kairos continued: "If I were a good man, I would definitely come here with slave soldiers, and I would not be alone."

"How can we trust you?" Kyle asked impatiently before Shaquille could speak.

He didn't know if this outsider hated the Good Lord, but he had a deep hatred for the Good Lord, and he had no better choice in his current situation. He wanted to try this opportunity.

Kairos waved his hand and said calmly: "You don't have to believe me, food and weapons cannot be faked. As long as you are willing to continue to resist the good Lord, I can immediately provide you with enough food for ten days and weapons to arm three hundred people." arms."

When everyone heard his words, they immediately started whispering to each other, and the scene seemed a little noisy for a while. Everyone was whispering about the purpose and credibility of this mysterious man.

Shaquille also showed hesitation. He racked his brains and couldn't figure out the other party's purpose. Did he just simply hate the Good Lord? But since there is no reason to not want the things delivered to your door.

Thinking of this, he asked: "Okay, what we have always done is to resist the good Lord. Your request cannot be so simple. What do you want us to do?"

Hearing Shaquille's question, Kyle also looked at Kairos with inquiring eyes, eager to hear the other party's purpose.

Kairos nodded lightly and said slowly: "Yes, in addition to doing the same as you did before, we must also speed up the progress of the resistance."

Kyle looked confused and asked hurriedly: "How do you want us to speed up the progress?"

"There is a village less than half a day away from here, guarded by only fifty slave soldiers. As long as you capture it before sunset and liberate the serfs inside, I will provide another supply of the same supplies." Kairos looked cold and said in a cold voice. Said calmly.

Upon hearing Kairos's request, Shaquille's face instantly darkened. He suddenly pulled out the knife, and the sharp blade shone coldly in the dim light, pointing straight at Kairos.

Shaquille sneered and said: "So this is your purpose, you are a member of the Good Lord! There is also a group of three hundred slave soldiers nearby. Once our attack on the village is discovered, they will attract them. To At some point, we will be in dire straits.”

Seeing this, Kairos showed a trace of disdain in his eyes. He looked coldly at the knife pointed at him and mocked: "Use your stupid brain. I said it from the beginning. If I want to destroy you, there is no need to lie." You. I can bring slave soldiers here, and there is no need to give you weapons and food. You don't have to worry about the three hundred slave soldiers, someone will hold them back."

After hearing this, Kyle stood up and stopped Shaquille without hesitation. His eyes were firm and he said resolutely: "I think what he said is true, and with weapons, we don't have to worry about those slave soldiers at all. We have a full five hundred people. As long as we quickly attack the village and add the liberated Brothers, we can completely defend against the attack of those slave soldiers."

Shaquille was furious, pushed Kyle away, pointed the knife at him, and angrily shouted: "You idiot! Capture the village and then what? There will be more and more slave soldiers outside, and even the Good Lords will send out the Unsullied . Are you going to kill us all here?"

Not to be outdone, Kyle drew his weapon and roared: "Are you going to hide like this forever? Like a mouse? You have changed, Shaquille, you are no longer worthy of leading us."

After hearing Kyle's words, the murderous intention in Shaquille's heart became stronger. His eyes turned sinister and he slowly looked left and right. Among the people present at this time, there were five of his cronies plus him, while there was only one person who supported Kyle. Plus the outsider, the worst situation was nothing more than a five-on-three situation.

As long as the opponent is eliminated quickly, Kyle's death can be blamed on the outsider. Thinking of this, he could no longer hold back his murderous intent, but looked at his confidant, secretly exchanging glances.