"Shaga, the son of Dov, yes, I want to pee a little."

...

The words broke the silence around them, and people subconsciously looked at the big man standing next to the short man. The shock remaining in their hearts did not make them feel that there was anything wrong with this statement, but instead they empathized with it.

At this moment, everyone was frightened and looked at each other, opening their mouths to speak, but they didn't know what to say.

After a while, someone spoke, his voice as if he was moaning, "Has the black wizard cursed us?"

...

"The son of Vanne doesn't want to become a mummy."

...

"Rum, son of Rum, don't want it, Rum, son of Rum, hasn't lived enough yet."

...

The voices ranged from weak to normal, and then to noisy. Looking around, every guard, including those trained by the Lannister family, was talking to others in a look of horror, and all kinds of speculations and suspicions were raised one after another.

This situation made Tyrion, who was also empathetic, quickly awakens. Seeing that the situation is not good, he immediately ordered the news to be blocked and the rumors should not be allowed to spread to the city.

However, the barbarians on the city wall were not so disciplined.

So that afternoon, all the barbarians learned about the news.

The northerners hired a powerful wizard to curse outside the city, and those who were hit would be sucked into adults!

Witnesses were vividly telling others what they saw and heard, their expressions were full of fear and their tone was rapid, as if they wanted to dissolve and disperse their inner fear through this narrative.

And by that night, the news had spread to everyone in the city.

"The black wizard cursed the Luanhe City, and the city will be swallowed up by the Sancha River soon!"

"The black wizard cursed the Luanhe City, and everyone in the city will be swallowed up by witchcraft and become mummies!"

"The black wizard vs. Luanhe City..."

The rumor is powerful. Although it was originally terrifying, but not grand, the scene was spread like this. It quickly turned into a black wizard. It devoured dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of lives. It used terrifying black magic outside the Luanhe City. His huge magic power was ready to go like a dark cloud covering the top of the clouds, and was about to destroy the entire Luanhe City and destroy the Lannister family's short rule here!

The power of the Frey family lurking in the dark became restless. They began to clamor for a lot of noise that the Lannister family had violated the Wizard, which led to such a sudden disaster. To alleviate the disaster, Lannister must be driven out.

A small number of people agree with their views, but most of them are indifferent, mainly because the barbarians in the city are too arrogant, and their resistance will only lead to greater revenge.

However, even so, after such a spread, the atmosphere in the city became tense unknowingly. The usual chaotic public security has improved a lot inexplicably. A large number of people hid at home, fearing that they would be cursed by the black wizard and then sucked into a person. During the curfew at night, there was no one in the whole street.

Even the dark clouds floating in the sky are considered by many people to be the sign of the curse about to break out, and the cowards are frightened and cry.

One day, people in Luanhe City were in panic.

...

The next day, the young man wearing a black cloak rode out from the barracks again. Surrounded by a group of soldiers, he came to the edge of Luanhe City without any haste. The soldiers guarding the city immediately discovered him, and then couldn't help but scream in panic.

Tyrion was reminded by the screams and noticed this, so he hurriedly grabbed the black-haired mercenary beside him and said hurriedly: "Go quickly, find the archer to shoot him!"

"The bow and arrow can't shoot that far." The mercenary whispered: "It's not accurate to shoot, and look at the steel shields, people have been on guard against this for a long time."

"Where is the catapult!? You can't shoot the bow and arrow, you won't use this? Smash him to death!"

"If there is a catapult, I think I will." The mercenary said helplessly: "Luanhe City only has a bed crossbow, no catapult."

"Then use a bed crossbow!"

"The bed crossbow may not necessarily penetrate the steel shield, and the bed crossbow has been destroyed."

"Does it? Who ruined it!?"

"Your indigenous people, they were destroyed when they first entered, saying that this thing killed too many of them, and it was not a good thing."

“…”

After letting go of the corner of the mercenary's clothes, Tyrion looked embarrassed. Looking at the group of people slowly approaching, he felt anxious and helpless - he had already guessed what would happen next.

"If I send someone out to attack now, how likely do you think we will kill him?"

He asked in a low voice.

"If there are people around you who can listen to your orders." Pointing to the many barbarian soldiers on the city wall, the mercenary snorted: "Look at how scared they all are."

Scandaling around, the short man's heart sank into the valley, but he was not ready to just watch, "Maybe I should give it a try."

As he said that, he straightened his chest and walked towards the barbarian command not far away. However, after a while, he returned in depressed.

...

The barbarian guards around him did not think as much as he thought. After discovering the black figure, they quickly started to make noise.

So not long after, the news that the black wizard appeared again quickly spread from the barbarian guards.

Most of the barbarians who did not witness yesterday did not believe what their companions said, or did not empathize with them. So, guided by curiosity, regardless of Tyrion's strict prohibition, they gathered here unconsciously, half fear and half curious, staring at the young man who looked quite "slim".

At this moment, they did not look down on the little white face outside the city like one of them did at the beginning.

So under the nervous gaze of many people, the pale and blood-stained bones struggled out from more than ten corpses, and then the torn body was pushed down from the river again and again by many soldiers. The dry bones were mixed with intestines, feces, urine, yellow and green organs, and even if the frozen gray-white brain fell into the river together, it disappeared as the water of the Sancha River flowed rapidly.

"Is the Black Wizard ready to use his dead bone warrior to sneak into the city to kill people?"

Someone beside him murmured. Tyrion turned around and found that it was a big man named Xia Ga again, and he had come to him at some point.

At this time, this guy was staring at a human organ that was faintly visible with the ripples under the river. His eyes were unconsciously following the organs and moving, and finally his eyes moved to the moat under his feet.

"Don't be afraid, use my method to keep you safe." Tyrion comforted helplessly, pointing to his red-colored clothes as he said.

"The son of Dove won't take a bath with that kind of dirty thing!" The big man looked at him and hummed a few times, glanced at the outside of the city with a slight shaking footsteps and left here.

On the other side of Tyrion, a young brown-haired and black-eyed warrior subconsciously touched one of his blind eyes, staring at the group of people outside the city, with a trace of fear flashing across his face.

Tyrion did not notice the strange emotions of the young clan leader who should have been cold and powerful at this time, but he could guess with his butt that what happened today would also spread like yesterday. No, it even spread rapidly across the city faster than yesterday!

This made him both annoyed and helpless. What annoyed was that the people in this clan were too disobedient and had no idea of ​​superiors and subordinates. They did their own things on their own and ignored his control at all.

What was helpless was the many figures who slowly left outside the city, as well as the back of the black robe surrounded by the center.

Wisdom, strategy, and power, although he was a dwarf, the things he had made him in the past have made him invincible. However, now, in front of this inexplicable terrifying wizard, he is as fragile as a glass candle.

"The rules of the game have changed?"

He muttered, leaving the noisy wall with concern.

Sure enough, at noon that day, the cruel black wizard used evil undead warriors to sneak into Luanhe City and slaughtered the news, and it spread rapidly like dye falling into a water tank. Everyone was talking about this matter in the streets and alleys.

Even with the emergence of this rumor, many people from the high mountain clans in the city died inexplicably, and most of them were extremely miserable, with corpses, heads cut, broken belly and hearts taken out, and...

The chaos in Luanhe City inevitably intensified.

...

Early in the morning of the third day, under the protection of the guards, the short man habitually walked towards the city wall. On the street, groups of people from the clan who were sloppy but strong in nature gathered in that direction, and Tyrion had no choice but to do anything about this.

Punishment, inducement, tough orders, and talk to the clan leaders... No matter how he tried, he could not stop the clans from watching in the face of the real witchcraft.

Even, during negotiations with many clan leaders last night, he was a little more severe, and they scolded him for a long time.

This made Tyrion both angry and depressed, and even didn't know what to say - "Are you the fuck from Lannister or the Dark Wizard? It's good for everyone to calm down..."

What he said made sense, but the Gaoshan clan did not intend to pay attention to him. Instead, he talked about the black wizard's witchcraft and curse, his expressions were full of timidity, and even held a meeting at his own base camp. When he mentioned the person, he looked nervous, and Tyrion's little heart kept sinking.

"Just like this, if the enemy attacks..."

The short man thought about this question negatively and rushed absent-mindedly. When he was about to reach the entrance of the city wall, the noise interrupted his contemplation. He turned to look and saw that on the side of the street, the two barbarians were fighting wildly together.

"Das, son of Casso, wants to squeeze your head, you stupid little snake man!"

"Before this, Son of Sarah will kick your eggs to pieces. You are a stinky, Howling Mountain Man who is about to lose eggs!"

“…”

The Howling Mountain tribe began to fight with the Misty Snake tribe again. Perhaps affected by the tense atmosphere in the city these two days, they seemed extremely angry, whether they were clan leaders or ordinary barbarians.

The Howling Mountain clan is in conflict with the Milk Snake clan, the Painted Dog clan and the Wuzi clan have deep hatred, and the Treeman clan is full of filth and the Red Sword clan...

In the past, Tyrion was happy to see these clans in conflict because it would make him easier to manage, but now this situation can only bring him despair.

What's going on with the enemy before they saw him? They started fighting in their own home. How can they play?

He stepped onto the city wall with his short legs worriedly. Looking around, the wizard arrived as scheduled on the edge of the dark earth covered by the morning mist.

He had thought of quickly sending soldiers out of the city to kill him when the black wizard was approaching. Unfortunately, let alone this group of barbarians from the mountain clan, even the Lannister soldiers selected from their own army were quite resistant to this order, fearing that they would be sucked into mummies after getting close to the black wizard, or turned into a bone frame by him.

Tyrion was quite annoyed by this, but he also felt it vaguely.

This matter is indeed risky. Who knows whether this damn wizard will swallow up more than a hundred people at once? Although he thinks that the wizard is here for three consecutive days and is likely to be a bluff, he dare not promise himself.

Even if the black wizard was not killed, he would give him a group of skeleton warriors...

So although the mandatory order could allow soldiers who should have belonged to Lannister to leave the city to execute, he did not make this decision in the end.

If he lost more than a hundred people, he would really be unable to have any control over the city.

Besides, they are riding on horseback, and they may not be able to catch up if they really want to go out of the city to raid.

...
To be continued...