"A sixteen-year-old War Chief?" Ti Meis son Ti Mei's voice wavered; he couldn't believe his ears. "Three hundred kneeling people who farm the land."
"Yes! Yes!" another tied Plainsman cried out, "He brought those hundreds of farmers to do it!"
The flames burned brighter and brighter, and the smell of cooked meat began to waft out.
The wildlings were already swallowing their saliva.
They had left everything at the stone city wall.
They had been hungry for a long time.
Ti Meis son Ti Mei's head buzzed and roared, as if struck by a heavy hammer.
He recalled his embarrassing escape in the past few days, and the confusion and loss in his heart.
"Impossible!! I don't believe it!!!" Ti Meis son Ti Mei gnashed his teeth and roared with hatred, "You are deceiving Ti Meis son Ti Mei!"
"More than five hundred of our clansmen went out to chase them!"
"And were killed by three hundred kneeling people who farm the land?!"
"I'm going to eat all of you!!!"
"We wouldn't dare lie! Ti Meis son Ti Mei!" the leading Plainsman cried out, "What we said is all true! You can send people to see how many of them there really are!!!!"
Ti Meis son Ti Mei stared at him intently: "There are more than a hundred Plainsmen following us right now!!!"
"You damned wildling! Utter fool! Coward!!" Another tied Plainsman, already in despair, roared, "What! You damned wildling!!!"
"Send people to see those who are tracking you! See how many of them there are!"
"You and your clansmen are utter fools! They were all drowned by Lord Arthur!— — — —"
"I curse you!!!"
"Curse you!!!!"
"Ti Meis son Ti Mei!!!"
"One day!!!"
"You will watch your clansmen be consumed by fire!!!!!"
Ti Meis son Ti Mei stared intently at the Plainsman who was cursing him, and the Plainsman also met his gaze with anger.
He hated hearing the word 'coward'!
Ti Meis son Ti Mei was never afraid!
Not now!
Never in the future!!!
A voice deep within him told him that this might be true.
Ti Meis son Ti Mei's eyes flickered.
He even hoped it was true now!!
He wanted to take a gamble!
If what these Deep Valley Plainsmen said wasn't a lie!
Then he might still have a chance!!
"Put out the fire!!" Ti Meis son Ti Mei pointed at the three Plainsmen, and then at the Plainsman who had just cursed him, "Except for him!!!"
The three men whose ropes were cut fell down, struggling to crawl away from the flames.
Only that one person was left in the flames, screaming in agony!
But no longer begging for mercy!
Ti Meis son Ti Mei suddenly waved his hand: "Go! Spread out the Team! Go and see for me!!!"
A group of wildlings quickly disappeared into the forest.
The waiting time became unusually long.
Ti Meis son Ti Mei felt his heart was about to burst from his chest.
He hoped all of this was true.
That way, he would still have a chance to save everything!!
Just then, the wildling sent to investigate ran back quickly.
With an expression of disbelief on his face: "Ti Meis son Ti Mei… they… what they said is true!"
"The Plainsmen tracking us… the traces really… the traces really are only about twenty people!"
Ti Meis son Ti Mei felt as if his head had exploded.
Anger, humiliation, unwillingness, and regret flooded his mind, making him almost lose his sanity.
He had been tricked! Fooled by a sixteen-year-old War Chief with three hundred kneeling people who farmed the land!
He had lost so many warriors, sacrificed so many clansmen.
And now, his frantic escape was just to avoid a bluffing deception!
"Ah— — — —!" Ti Meis son Ti Mei let out a beast-like roar, and he suddenly drew the longsword from his waist.
He fiercely struck the screaming Plainsman in the flames, putting him out of his misery.
"Su— —lei— —man!" He gritted his teeth and uttered the name, each syllable carrying deep-seated hatred, "Su— —lei— —man!"
"I will tear you to pieces!"
"Cut off your head and mount it on the leg of my chair!!"
"Please… let us… leave, Ti Mei's son… Ti Mei!" The three Deep Valley Plainsmen crawled over, weakly trembling as they pleaded, "Our… mission… is complete!"
"We also… need to go back and report… to Lord…!"
Ti Meis son Ti Mei turned to look at the three terrified Plainsmen, his eyes filled with brutality.
But in the end, he waved his hand: "Tell your Lord! The Burning Men Tribe needs provisions for winter!!"
"Get out!!!"
— — — — -
Far away from the wildling party.
But still within the mountain forest where the wildlings could be observed.
Bronn was leaning against a tree, playing with the dagger in his hand.
Around him sat more than twenty of Arthur's soldiers, their faces and bodies covered in bloody scratches from branches.
Their armor and clothes were all torn to shreds.
They were currently looking at the relaxed and at ease Bronn.
Bronn had led them through the rugged, dense forest, darting left and right.
Making them suffer greatly.
But what was astonishing was how relaxed and at ease Bronn was.
His lean physique and stride moved through here as if it were uninhabited territory.
And he could even lead them to keep up with the pace of the High Mountain Clan wildlings.
Sometimes he even deliberately overtook them!
Then deliberately slowed down to fall behind.
Even moving around the wildling forces.
Just now, they had discovered four Deep Valley knights appearing in front of the wildlings.
They were preparing to inform them to avoid the wildlings' advance.
But Bronn stopped them.
And with a stern face, he made them leave their original position.
Then, the four Deep Valley knights were captured by the wildlings!
Toman came closer and asked in a low voice: "Lord Bronn, why didn't we warn the Deep Valley knights?"
"And why did we deliberately leave traces of a small number of people?"
"Aren't you afraid they'll find out we're few in number?"
He was very curious; before, Bronn had always made them create traces of a large number of people.
But ever since Lord Bronn discovered that there were only over three hundred wildlings.
He told them not to overly conceal the traces of their small numbers.
Then, after these four Deep Valley knights were captured.
Bronn had them directly leave hurried traces of twenty people.
And then, the wildlings dispersed to scout.
Discovering their true situation.
Bronn glanced at him, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Discover? I want them to discover."
"Why?" Toman was puzzled. "And, hasn't our mission been completed?"
"Why aren't we going back?"
Bronn didn't say much: "Send two people back to Deep Valley City at the fastest speed! Tell Arthur!"
"There are only over three hundred wildlings!!"
He felt that Arthur would probably make the same choice as Ti Meis son Ti Mei!
It gave him a feeling.
Gamblers!
Only these wildlings were gamblers who had no choice but to call.
Otherwise, they would lose everything!
"The way the noble lords of Westeros trip each other up." Bronn pointed in a direction, "It's exactly like prostitutes fighting over customers."
"Both stupid and ugly."
Toman followed the direction of his finger and looked over.
Three Deep Valley knights galloped away on their horses, fleeing from among the wildlings.
The soldiers looked at Bronn.
They knew what this meant.
Bronn looked at them and commanded.
"Follow me!"