Traveling through Game of Thrones with the LOL system

The setting sun shone on the land in the north again.

"You recognize him?" Ygritte looked at Jon and kept his eyes on Theon in front of the team.

"Theon, son of Balon of the Iron Islands, I grew up with me in Winterfell."

"Since childhood! He looks like he is over 40 years old, and he is more than enough to be your father." Ygritte looked at Theon who was hunched over with a puzzled face, and there was no trace of youth in Theon. , Slow, dull, and old carry out all of Theon's behaviors.

"Something happened to him anyway, but I'm sure it's Theon." Jon replied firmly.

Rattleshirt came to the outskirts of the Dreadfort, and the savages lay in the snow to watch and wait for the time. As the last rays of light fell down the mountain, night once again shrouded the Dreadfort.

The wildlings crouched in the snow and approached the Dreadfort slowly. Rattleshirt saw that the wildlings in the snow were already in position, called Theon over, let Theon mount the horse, took off the wildling's decoration and led the horse Walk slowly towards the Dreadfort.

Ygritte followed, ready to join the battle of the wildlings, but Jon held her back.

Ygritte looked at Theon suspiciously, "His eyes are full of fear. There is something in the Dreadfort that scares him more than death. Besides, it is not convenient for you to participate in the battle now. Wait for a while. If it goes well, Ding Dong If they trick them into opening the city gate, the castle will be taken down if they can't organize an effective resistance." Jon said, looking at Theon who was going away.

The guards on the castle wall borrowed the torches in their hands, and watched Ramsay's loyal servants come back and slapped their heads in frustration. They all chose to place their bets on the seat when Ramsay let Theon go to mix with the wildling tribe. En will be killed, or run away privately.

"Open the door and let Reek in." The guard on the tower shouted dejectedly to the soldiers inside the castle gate.

As the wooden door creaked, Rattleshirt led the horse forward while gesturing to the wildling lying on the ground.

"Who is he?" The guard who opened the door looked at Rattleshirt who lowered his head and led the horse.

Before Rattleshirt could reply, the guards saw some figures jumping out from the edge of the city wall. Looking at the fur and decorations on their bodies, the guards had the answer tacitly, and then hurriedly wanted to close the door again.

A rough stone ax pushed the wooden gate guard's face in the middle. As the guard fell to the ground, the sound of savages charging and killing sounded. The savages rushed to the front and firmly occupied the city gate. The savages who had been dormant in the snow for a long time also shouted. At the same time as the killing sound sounded, the soldiers on duty at the Dreadfort were shot and killed.

As a small number of soldiers outside the castle were cleared, the savages easily captured the city gate, and then poured into the castle in large numbers.

The savages smashed the houses on the main road of the Dreadfort in twos and threes on the street, trying to find some valuables from inside, and then gathered a large number of savages to attack some brighter courtyards. After all, the poor would not burn so luxuriously for a long time with candles.

Rattleshirt pulled Theon off his horse early, and sat on the horse himself shouting and commanding the wildlings.

The carnival of the savages didn't last long. Troops began to gather in the courtyard on the secluded secondary road. They held the unique shields of the Bolton family. The square pink shields were painted with scarlet naked bodies.

The soldiers of the Dreadfort pushed forward with their shields on the outermost periphery, covered by spearmen and archers, and gradually compressed the position of the savages. Many savages with self-sustaining strength wanted to kill a bloody road with weapons. The shield of the Bolton family was even more scarlet with blood and death, and the wildlings couldn't even break through the blockade of the shield.

Hundreds of savages who entered the Dreadfort were blocked at the entrance of the Dreadfort. The shield wall surrounded the savages tightly, and the savages looked around back to back.

Ramsay walked in from the shield, looking at the dark wildlings with joy on his face, if he did it a few more times, he would be able to pull up a team of thousands of people, and he would be more confident in taking down the Iron Islands.

"Welcome to the Fort of Dread. If you want to take away the items in the Fort of Dread, you will naturally need to keep something for an equivalent exchange. If you have thought about the bargaining chip, start to propose it. As long as the price is reasonable, you can get out of the Fort of Dread."

The savages looked at each other in blank dismay. They hadn't grabbed anything yet, but now they were trapped here. Apart from their homemade weapons and fur clothing, they had nothing to impress the people in front of them.

"What do you mean by the equivalent thing?" Rattleshirt looked at the kind-hearted Ramsay and asked.

"Join my army, and I will provide you with better weapons, and endless meat and wine. Naturally, the contents of the Dreadfort are also yours." Ramsay clasped his hands and said earnestly.

"The free folk never obey and be controlled by others. We have our own rules and leaders." Rattleshirt poured cold water on the enthusiastic Ramsay.

"Alright! Alright! Bring Theon up." Ramsay shouted.

After a while, Theon was brought up, "Where's the food I asked you to deliver?" Ramsay pretended to question.

Theon pointed at the savage, implying that the savage took the food.

"Except for the horse under your feet, if I remember correctly, he transported more than 400 pounds of wheat, more than 300 pounds of potatoes, and almost 200 pounds of meat. You need to return these. Of course, it doesn't matter if you have already eaten. I You are a tolerant person. Nearly a thousand pounds of food was shared by you. Each of you got more than two pounds. Now you only need to take some parts from your body. Everyone can make up one pound and give it back to me. Is there anyone who will be the first to try it?" Ramsay asked earnestly.

The savages thought about the clothes on their bodies, which should be a pound, but they paid off all the clothes. If they couldn't get the clothes in time in the northern border, it would be equivalent to giving their lives.

Ramsay saw the unmoved wildling tilt his head and look at Theon.

"Take off your clothes."

Theon stared blankly at Ramsay. There was a flash of displeasure in Ramsay's eyes. Theon clearly caught it and began to take off his clothes.

"Did you misunderstand the clothes, or do you need me to help you?" Ramsay looked at Theon who was wrapped in underwear and said, and Theon took off anxiously.

The savages looked at the situation here curiously, why did the old man have to take off all his clothes in this cold northern weather.

Ramsay took the torch behind him and waved it to Theon's side, "One pound is very simple, this, this, just scrape off a piece of skin the size of a tablecloth with a knife along the texture of the skin." Ram irradiated the torch with the torch. Looking at Theon's body, he explained to the wild man.

"Or this position." Ramsay put the torch between Theon's thighs, "This thing weighs a full third of a pound, as long as the knife is faster, it doesn't need any skills, and there won't be any damage." What pain."

Ramsay moved the torch away, and looked at the wild crowd with a smile, "If any of you are willing to leave a palm or sole, I will let him go regardless of the weight."

The savages clearly saw that there was nothing underneath Theon, and even his body was covered with scars and a body without muscle lines. Many savages had also heard of the cannibalism of the tribes outside the Great Wall, and even some tribes' treatment of living things was bloody. But after witnessing it with his own eyes, he still felt his scalp tingling. The cruelty of the northern border was not inferior to that of the outsider.