Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 151 Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The three players were quite satisfied that they had managed to gather three thousand warriors in such a short time.

After all, Viagra's order was merely to allow Crab Claw Peninsula to serve as a forward base when the main force launched its attack on Westeros.

As long as most people on the island are aligned with the Targaryens and don't hold them back, that's enough.

These three thousand people, along with the many more soldiers behind them, were all bonuses for the three men after completing their mission.

Of course, while they were satisfied, the daily trivialities and petty squabbles of these three thousand people truly made the three of them realize what it meant to be troublesome people.

Some women would sneak into another tribe's camp in the middle of the night, initiate a duel against the man's will, and then kill him afterwards. Of course, the reverse also happened, and there were even more of them.

There's also some other nonsensical stuff like him stealing from her, her stealing from him, and then they having a relationship that leads to a bloody battle involving dozens of people.

"No way, I'm speechless. How come they have even less discipline than us?"

[The guy with no hair on his lips] was speechless. It was the first time he had ever seen an "army" in this world that was even more unrestrained than the players.

If it weren't for the fact that these men were all fierce and tough, and that they knew that soldiers from such places throughout history and across the world were always brave and skilled in battle, the three of them would have advised Benard to quickly disband these three thousand men.

Fortunately, after a few days, most people started seeking out representatives from the three dragon families to resolve their conflicts.

"He stole my bag!"

A man with his face painted pointed at a member of the Bren family and shouted.

"You're talking nonsense! This is clearly mine!" The Bren family's subjects clung to something that looked like a cowhide bag and refused to let go no matter what.

"Alright, stop arguing! If you keep arguing, go find someone else to solve this!" A player sitting next to [Mouth of No Hair] slammed his hand on the table and shouted.

The two immediately stopped arguing.

"Alright, what do you do?" asked the young man with no beard, looking at the man from the Bren family who was carrying a leather bag.

"I usually deliver internal organs to the elders in the clan!" the man replied instinctively.

Offal was obviously not a very appealing food in this era, but the elderly on the Crab Claw Peninsula were clearly no more important than the young and middle-aged, so most of the meat they ate consisted of animal offal.

[The man with no beard] nodded, then looked at the man with the painted face and asked, "And you? What do you do?"

"I'm delivering salt to my people, sir! That bag is very important to me; it's for them to carry salt!"

[The person with no beard] nodded again, indicating that he understood.

"Since you all claim this bag as yours, let's cut it in two and each of you take one side."

With a command from "Young and Unsophisticated," the leather bag was split in two, despite the two men's objections.

"Will he be able to resolve this? It's better to let them settle things with knives; whoever wins keeps it!"

"Exactly! He doesn't even care about turning one good leather bag into two. I bet he has a whole tent full of leather bags at home!"

"They might even need to use a leather rubberth to wipe their mouths!"

"And pooping!"

The "young and inexperienced" approach not only greatly disappointed both parties involved, but also caused a stir among the warriors and spearwomen who had gathered in layers to see how the dragon family representative would resolve the tribal dispute.

"Now, each of you lick the leather bag in your hand and tell me loudly what it tastes like."

Despite being young and inexperienced, he remained unfazed and spoke to the two men, one of whom was carrying a leather bag.

Without thinking much, the two of them each licked it.

"It tastes like salt, sir!" the man with his face painted shouted.

"And you?" [Young and inexperienced] nodded and looked at the man from the Bren family.

"It's...it's the smell of animal organs..." the man stammered, his head down.

"Speak louder!" [No hair on the lips] suddenly shouted.

"It tastes like salt!" the man replied, his face flushed.

The people of Crab Claw Peninsula may be seen as barbarians and troublemakers by outsiders.

They do enjoy private fights, but lying? At least for them now, that's still a skill.

"It tastes like salt. Tell me, what kind of leather bag would taste like salt?" [Hairless] asked, squinting.

The man lowered his head and remained silent.

"Of course, it's the leather bags used to store salt that will taste like salt!"

He didn't answer, but the other soldiers watching the commotion understood immediately, and one of them shouted out.

"You still say this is your bag? You still say this is a bag for storing animal organs?!"

Looking at the man from the Bren family, the man wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"You are to give him your leather bag as punishment. Do you have any objections?" Seeing that the other party remained silent, [Mute] announced the punishment.

After agreeing, the man hurriedly ran away from the crowd.

"Whoa whoa!"

The warriors watching the spectacle cheered for the dragon messenger, a powerful figure who had resolved the tribal conflict without losing a single person.

The man with the painted face, who had gained and then lost him, picked up the "hairless man" and then, with a sudden effort, tossed him into the air.

The chieftains of the other tribes soon heard about this and expressed their admiration. They readily agreed to discuss the important matter of submitting to the true dragon that very day.

The three players were very excited; they were finally about to complete the mission and could leave this godforsaken place.

But before the meeting even officially started, someone raised a question: what would happen to the families who didn't come?

Then someone else produced another letter, telling the three players that before they arrived, someone else claimed to have a "dragon" in their home and asked them to lead their army to pledge allegiance.

The three players were completely bewildered after hearing this information.

Is Wei Ge worried that we won't handle things well, so he sent someone else?

But the higher-ups didn't tell us that, did they?

"Bro, did we run into a private organization?" one player said, as if remembering something.

"A private organization?" [The young man] couldn't help but subconsciously think of a certain talented person in reality...

"Who cares if it's a private or real organization? We only recognize Viagra. If I say it's fake, we'll wipe it out tomorrow. Slaughter all those families that don't submit, let's make a bloodbath!" Another player expressed his opinion.

Don't worry about whether it's true or not, just kill it!

"Gentlemen, there is only one dragon, and that is me, King Viserys! Think about it, besides him, is there any other legitimate heir to the Iron Throne in this world?"

[Young and inexperienced] immediately stood up and settled the matter: it was all a lie!