iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 580 Dwarf and Wangwang

"I……"

Davan opened his mouth and said, "I think this is your secret."

Melisandre's silver necklace with rubies seemed to sway with her breathing. She was still staring at him, with a slight smile on her lips: "So?"

The robe swept across the cold stone floor

Facing her questioning, Devan's not-so-strong chest rose and fell several times. He met her gaze and said seriously, "You can trust me. I will never betray you, Lady Melisandre."

With a faint smile, Melisandre's fiery red robe swept across the cold stone floor, and she walked over with light footsteps.

She stroked Devan's cheek and said, "It won't be long, but I still want to thank you, my loyal little servant."

Her hands were soft and hot. Davon's face flushed immediately. He said nervously, "This is my responsibility. No need... no need... to thank me."

Then, he touched his chest and saluted, then turned and left in a hurry.

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"Hey, mercenary, do we have enough food?"

"Hard bread, hard cheese, salt cod and salt beef, and five bags of cordial to wash away the salt in your mouth."

Beyond the Wall.

By the campfire, Tyrion wrapped himself tightly in a blanket. When Ser Bronn beside him spoke, his mouth and nose seemed to be spitting out tiny ice crystals.

Tyrion said painfully, "I didn't expect Wangwang to eat so much!"

Bronn played with the golden nose in his hand, smiled, and put it in his pocket.

All around, the ancient fir trees that seemed to reach into the sky were grayish blue in the twilight, and the humus soil under the snow crust was frozen into iron-gray lumps.

When the wind blew past, the tree trunks made low whimpers and snowballs fell "bang bang" from the treetops.

Ser Bronn turned his gaze to the shivering dwarf and grinned. "Master Tyrion, if I am correct, you have nothing of value on you."

Tyrion stroked the fur nose that replaced the golden nose and said viciously, "Hey, the one in front of you is the most legendary killer in the Seven Kingdoms. I warn you, sellsword, don't provoke me."

Bronn smiled cruelly. "I still have to take you back to Eastwatch. Please do not doubt my loyalty."

Tyrion moved his body with his hips to get closer to the campfire. After a pause, he said in a deep voice: "Okay, I'll be honest. I know the location of a treasure."

Bronn's expression became serious: "Treasure map?"

Sparks flew and the bonfire crackled.

Tyrion pointed to his head and grinned. "The treasure is hidden here."

Bronn's eyes were slightly suspicious, and Tyrion spread his hands and said, "Well, the pleasant joke ends here. Well, I have a large sum of money that Jaime helped me deposit in Crabbe's Firm."

As he spoke, he struggled to pull the cork from the wineskin. "That was the night I was sent aboard the Night's Watch ship and was forced to hire you again."

Bronn chuckled, then he moved a little closer and said flatteringly, "It is my great honor to serve you, my dear sir."

After taking a sip of the cold sweet wine, Tyrion suddenly sighed and looked up at the dim sky. "Bron, I underestimated the danger north of the Wall. I regret it. Perhaps I shouldn't have taken the risk."

When Tyrion's team set out, there were more than twenty people, but now there are less than ten people left. If they continue to move forward, the situation will only become more dangerous.

Looking at the tired Tyrion, Ser Bronn's tone was unusually serious: "I am a mercenary and I love adventure. If your plan goes well, the rewards will be very generous, right, my lord?"

The wind suddenly blew snow into the fire, and the flames shot up, illuminating his wretched smile: "At least, I will bring you back safely."

Tyrion was just a little touched, but Ser Bronn said, "If anything happens to you, the wrath of the Regent (they are outside the Wall and are behind the news of the Seven Kingdoms) will definitely not let me down."

"I am so relieved."

Amidst the laughter, Tyrion shrank back to his spot beside the campfire.

……

Sudden.

The ground was like a war drum being beaten by a huge hammer, and the snow fell from the tops of the cedar trees. The yawn that escaped from Tyrion's throat was crushed by the sudden tremor, and he woke up instantly. Ser Bronn immediately tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword in vigilance, and the shields of the guards collided with a chaotic sound.

"Tiliang, big man!"

The sound was so deafening that it hurt his eardrums. Tyrion clutched the edge of the blanket tightly. A huge creature nearly two adults tall strode towards him.

Tyrion was quickly relieved it was his new friend.

Taking off the blanket, Tyrion stood on tiptoe, raised his chin, and tried his best to make himself look taller.

He waved at the giant: "Hey! Wangwang!"

When the giant stopped in front of him, a gust of snow was stirred up. He sniffed and said, "Tiliang, big man, eat!"

The giant in front of him had a chest that was twice as wide as his abdomen, long arms and short legs, long hair all over his body, and a horn-shaped fold of flesh between the two small eyes on his flat face.

boom!
A rough-woven pair of thick branches was thrown to the ground by the giant, and Tyrell thought it would be a perfect sleeping basket for Bronn.

The bag was filled with tree roots. Tyrion brushed the snow off his head and shoulders and said in an ancient language he was not familiar with: "Me, eat?"

[The ancient language was spread to Westeros by the ancestors about 12000 years ago, and is now almost extinct]

The giant's big fat feet with claw-like nails moved forward and pushed his basket towards Tyrion. "You, eat!"

Touching the fresh tree roots as thick as his arm, Tyrion refused: "You, eat."

The giant sniffed again, then sat down with a bang, causing white mist to rise from the snow on the ground.

He picked up the "vegetable basket" he had brought with him, put the tree roots inside into his mouth, crushed them with his huge square teeth, and swallowed them. They seemed to be delicious.

The giant's name in the Common Tongue of Westeros is Wenwhan Wegg Wenwhan Dor Wenwhan.

[The Common Language was brought to Westeros by the Andals]

Because the name was too long, Tyrion shortened the giant's name to Wangwang.

Legend has it that the giant could swallow a cow whole, leaving nothing but hair, hide and horns.

So when Wangwang suddenly appeared in their makeshift camp, the unprepared Tyrion almost pissed his pants.

Fortunately, he once studied the ancient language of his ancestors out of interest.

And they are lucky, Wangwang is a vegetarian giant.

Then, Tyrion used all the onions, turnips, and carrots to make friends with the seemingly harmless giant and taught him how to call himself in the Common Tongue.

Wangwang finally finished eating, and Tyrion quickly praised loudly: "Strong!"

“Haha ...

Wangwang laughed loudly, and Tyrion felt that the giant's laughter could make the roar of a dragon pale in comparison.

Bronn stood beside Tyrion. "Will you buy a drink from the giant?"

"Do not."

The giant loomed over them. Tyrion lowered his voice unconsciously. "Wangwang's huge palm is strong enough to tear a man in half. I can't even imagine the rage of a drunk giant."

Giants have poor eyesight and often use their smell to identify.

Wangwang sniffed again, and seemed to have just discovered the extra Bronn beside Tyrion: "Sun! See you!"

After a pause, he awkwardly squeezed out the common language: "Ti.li.ang.da.ren!"

Bronn tilted his head. "Master Tyrion, don't you think your name is a little long for him?"

"I'll teach him how to pronounce 'dwarf' next time."

After saying this, Tyrion turned to Wangwang and asked, "Who, see, me?"

Wangwang uttered the common language again with difficulty: "Mag Maz Tundo Dor Weig."

(End of this chapter)