iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 581 Dwarf and Princess

The name is still too long...

Tyrion quickly thought of the abbreviation and said loudly, "Greg?"

After a pause, the giant Wangwang nodded: "Ge, Ge!"

Tyrion nodded with satisfaction. Bronn's obscene voice reached his ears: "When he said sun, did he mean tomorrow morning?"

Tyrion shrugged, and Wangwang went off in the other direction with a "bang", his big feet leaving bathtub-like footprints in the snow.

Ser Bronn looked away and said, "Lord Tyrion, after tonight it will be too late to escape. This is my sincere advice."

Tyrion wrapped himself tightly in the blanket and turned to look at him, smiling: "Thank you for your advice. I bet that the giant is also a vegetarian. I hope the Seven Gods will be free in their hometown to bless us tomorrow morning."

Spreading his hands, Ser Bronn put away his lazy expression. "Is it because Stannis refused to allow giants to pass through the Wall?"

"yes……"

Tyrion knelt down, picked up a piece of wood and threw it into the fire. He stared at the flames for a moment before continuing. "One giant can spread fear, but how much more can hundreds of them? If someone could gather them together, Stannis's riders would be nothing more than toys for the giants."

Ser Bronn sat down next to Tyrion. "I thought Stannis was a fearless ruler."

The cold wind blew snow particles across the campfire, and Tyrion tightened the blanket around himself.

He took a sip of the cold sweet wine, shuddered, and said, "He would at least be afraid of his subordinates losing control, just like you said, because he is a ruler, a qualified leader."

He grinned at Bronn. "There's another important reason. It's said that Stannis's wife dislikes giants."

"That extremely devout believer, Queen Florence?"

Ser Bronn sneered with a hint of sarcasm: "She is indeed a troublesome woman. Is this the will of their true god?"

Tyrion shrugged. "King Grimm has put too much pressure on Stannis. Perhaps he is also interested in regaining the powerful giants, but he has to consider the wishes of the Queen's Party."

After a pause, he suddenly sighed: "Once, Stannis was famous for his ruthlessness and fearlessness in the Seven Kingdoms. Now he has also learned to think properly and weigh the pros and cons."

The atmosphere became somewhat solemn. Ser Bronn chuckled and said, "It is said that male giants and female giants look the same."

Tyrion was slightly startled, then he shook his shoulders and laughed: "Perhaps this is the real reason why there is no record of intermarriage between giants and humans in the True History."

Ser Bronn laughed again and said jokingly, "A marriage can help both sides quickly build trust. My lord, can you consider it?"

Tyrion was furious: "I can tolerate being ridden, but I will never accept being drilled into."

Ser Bronn was still laughing. "A strange pleasure."

Tyrion looked up to the sky and sighed, "I'll never forget this."

Then, he suddenly looked over with a malicious smile on his face: "Bron, you may be able to create new history."

Bronn pretended to be terrified, and then said flatteringly: "Master Tyrion, my son, Tyrion Stokeworth, looks forward to the return of his beloved father every day."

Tyrion narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "Give birth?"

Ser Bronn offered his wineskin ingratiatingly. "Soon, my lord."

Master Tyrion was very tolerant. He threw away the empty wine bag in his hand, took it, and took a big gulp of wine.

"Hiss, strong liquor?"

Seeing Tyrion's surprise and delight, Ser Bronn grinned: "My treasure, this is a habit I inherited when I was a sellsword."

“Nice habit.”

The two of them continued to joke around for a while, and then Ser Bronn's tone changed, with a hint of seriousness in his voice: "My lord, I support your adventure. If you can really get the giant tribe to join the regent, his reward will definitely be very generous."

Hearing this, Tyrion grinned: "I can't let the women of King's Landing cry every night for the little devil. This is too cruel."

After the words were spoken, they both chuckled.

The bonfire was swaying in the wind. Tyrion's gaze shifted to the dark and gloomy night sky, and the smile on his face gradually froze.

He is not just for Tysa. All signs indicate that the legendary White Walkers have indeed reappeared.

According to recorded legends, if the giants continue to be left outside the Great Wall, they will sooner or later become puppets controlled by the White Walkers - wights.

The living giants were powerful enough to be terrifying, but the wight giants... Tyrion could only describe them as hopeless.

When the war between the living and the dead really breaks out, he can't even imagine how much it will cost to deal with the corpse giant.

So, he had to find a way to take away the entire giant tribe.

For all living beings...

Tyrion raised his eyes higher and looked solemnly into the dark sky.

I have to admit that the dwarfs themselves think they are very great.

Then he groaned, "I have taken on too much for the Seven Kingdoms..."

.........

Tyrion, who was sleeping, was suddenly grasped by some huge force, and his chest was almost crushed.

Tyrion opened his eyes and waited for his vision to become clear. He suddenly woke up... To be precise, the little devil was being held in the giant's hand.

After a deafening roar, the earth trembled with a clang, and countless giants gathered towards where they were.

Forcing himself to calm down, Tyrion saw the giant holding him... his bloody square teeth.

The old man of the Seventh God has fallen asleep again. This is a meat-eating giant!
“Hoohaha—”

The giant in front of him roared again, and the giants gathered around him suddenly fell silent.

Where's Bronn?!

Tyrion craned his neck to look, and soon spotted the Blackwater Knight in the giant's other hand.

Tyrion saw the blood on Bronn's chin and shouted in shock, "Bronn!"

As if he didn't hear Tyrion's voice, he called out to Bronn again, dead?!
The "kind" giant moved his arm to let the two of them get closer, and Tyrion finally woke up the unconscious Bronn.

"cough!"

Bronn spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes blurred, and a bloody arc appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I didn't expect this cunning giant to sneak around. By the time I reacted, it was too late. Hiss, damn it..."

Tyrion was very anxious: "How are you?"

Ser Bronn spat out a mouthful of blood foam and grinned: "Not dead yet... a few ribs are broken..."

at this time.

A familiar giant figure pushed through the crowd, sniffed, waved his arms like thick trees, and roared, "Eat him!"

This giant is none other than Wangwang.

Seeing his giant friend, Tyrion finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked around: "Him, Greg?"

Wangwang nodded: "Ge, Ge!"

Wait, what did Wangwang just say, eat? Eat him?!
Before Tyrion could remain frightened for long, the giant and the gibberish put the two men on the ground.

Just as Tyrion was about to help Bronn up, the huge face of Grid came over and stopped in front of him.

Tyrion froze in place, the giant's foul breath ruffling his hair. "Danger, south."

The common language of the princess was a little better than Wangwang. Tyrion rolled his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "You, we, go south?"

The giant and the prince paused and said, "Go south, die, and eat!"

Tyrion held Bronn, who was staggering to his feet, with his hands behind his back. He looked up at the giants and the grizzly bears and grinned, "Let's go south and eat meat together!"

(End of this chapter)