"Demon...magic..." The owner of the bone chopping knife was obviously a little afraid and stammered. The strange man seemed extremely arrogant and seemed to be superior to others in his bones.

"Great magic." He said without hesitation, although his tone was very kind, but it contained unquestionable. "Magic can transform you from a useless butcher into an omnipotent werewolf, and it can also transform you back. Of course, this is just a possibility. I did not threaten you. I need these meats, what do you think?"

The owner of the bone chopping knife was obviously not a brave guy, and he even bullied the weak and feared the strong. He immediately retreated timidly and then whispered to the strange man.

Tyrion knew that this was the best time machine, so he immediately stood up quietly with James and left quickly. While leaving carefully, the two of them saw the situation outside through a little light.

A tall half werewolf was holding a bone-cutting knife, nodding and bowing, saying something to a man in black. Its tail kept swaying behind him, and even rubbed against Xue Yi's headless body lying beside him. The man was not handsome, but it made people feel good at a glance.

Neither of them remembered that there was such a nobleman in Junlin City, and no one had seen him, but it was because of him that the werewolf turned his back to the two people, making it miss the opportunity to discover two little mice in the sewer.

Tyrion did not dare to stop, so he quickly followed James and continued to walk. The two of them walked lightly and quickly left the slaughterhouse that was like piles of corpses in hell.

The light that penetrated from the passage behind him became farther and farther, and even gradually became big nails, but Tyrion remained silent and just walked with his head down.

James was alert to his surroundings. Then he looked at Tyrion and then looked at him again.

"I'm not good." Tyrion said suddenly, and he raised his head and stared at James's halfway open mouth. "Do you think I'll be better?" He sighed, "I suddenly hate the werewolf."

James was not used to being stared at by Tyrion, and he turned his head and turned his eyes away, "I said. It is not wise to hate a race because of some things. You can do this, but it is just venting your emotions in your heart." He said as if he was talking to himself, "I will take revenge, but the people who killed Cersei, and Varis, and I know you will help me."

"Of course." Tyrion nodded, "but the first thing is to leave here."

James didn't speak anymore, and the sewer became quiet again, with a few unknown rats chirping on both sides. There were constantly white bones or a pool of filth floating along the turbid dark green water surface.

Walking half of his body in the sewage, Tyrion even felt itchy all over his body. He should be glad that there was no wound on his body, otherwise he would definitely get suppurative infection.

After walking for a while, Tyrion said, "The werewolf is very powerful and has a very fast speed. If you face it alone, a werewolf can even deal with several humans. It seems unbeatable, but it is actually very simple."

"Do you know why that god used magic to summon White Walkers? Because dead people will not blind their minds and eyes by ugliness, so the magic of those demons is easily broken, which is very simple."

"There are werewolfs too. I learned... This is a curse. If a person bitten by a werewolf does not die, he has a certain chance of becoming a werewolf. This is why there are not many humans left overnight. Since it is a curse, there must be a way to crack it. This is exactly what the wizards are best at."

Tyrion's voice was still as emotional as ever. His speech was always very contagious, making people convinced without realizing it. The muscles and scars on his face shook and moved, and he was careful not to let the sewage cover his chin.

His thinking is also very correct. If you don’t want to suffer major casualties in such supernatural creatures, then magic is indeed the best solution. Unfortunately, Tyrion is a person in the Song of Ice and Fire after all. He doesn’t know much about creatures like werewolf, and he doesn’t know the curse of werewolf... it’s almost unsolvable.

James didn't understand these, but he didn't want Tyrion to get deeper and deeper at this time, because the two of them had not yet escaped from danger, so he spoke, and asked, "Who was that man just now? He was very elegant. I'm a nobleman? I've never seen him in King's Landing City, and I don't remember any such person in any family."

"He is not a nobleman," said Tyrion. "I don't know him, but I can guess that he, like Sean, is from other worlds."

"Shawn... other... worlds?" James understood it very hard. He still remembered the scene when he first met Yi Xiao. In the gloomy cage, the shadow spreading from the wall like a nightmare. Then he appeared. But he never cared about where Yi Xiao came from, because in James's opinion, this was not important. Lannister Lion was the king of the Seven Kingdoms.

Tyrion glanced at him lightly and said desertedly, "I have told you that Sean is not a person from this world. I have said it a lot. I have said it countless times, but you don't believe it at all. It's like listening to a nonsense funny joke."

"Just because I said it, it was from my mouth, because I am a dwarf, who was born to stay in a circus, saying humorous and hilarious lies."

He took a deep breath and suddenly felt a little excited, so he lowered his eyes and said slightly, "Sorry, it's not targeting you."

James smiled faintly, as if he was a little free and easy, and he had never taken it to heart as if he was arrogant. He was the proudest person in the Lannister family, but he also cared from the bottom of his heart for his younger brother, "I know." He said.

Tyrion sighed, "Now everyone is dead, and it's useless to say anything." He shook his head and continued, "Since I brought that person into this world, more and more strange people have appeared, first Arya Stark, who appeared in my house, and then... those three."

"The werewolf's curse was caused by them. Even if we didn't see it at that time, we would definitely have some doubts. Because the whole thing was so coincidental, it wasn't it. The stranger. People who do not belong to this world appeared in King's Landing, and everything changed."

"Same is true. This person is not from this world. I don't know where he comes from, nor who he is, nor have there any evidence, but I am very sure, because sometimes, when everything is not a coincidence, I am afraid that the most likely answer in my heart must be the answer."

Tyrion suddenly stopped, and James also stopped. Due to the eyes of the two, they saw that the walls of the drainage passage opposite were painted with patterns that looked round but not round but extremely complex. They were dark red and exuded a rich and pungent blood, which was extremely clear even in the stinky sewer. This was a magic circle outlined by blood, but it seemed that it had not started yet. There was not even a dim luster.

"This..." James frowned. He was not sure if he wanted to destroy it, so he didn't take action for a while.

"That's why I'm going to run away," Tyrion glanced at it and said lightly, "This should be the man's magic. I'm not sure who is better than Sean, but I know we definitely can't compete."

James' brows still did not let go, "I don't like to go around the corner, especially now." His expression was a little unhappy.

"Since the werewolf's night changes, the merchant ships that stayed at the port that night were almost wiped out. After a few merchants who escaped by chance passed the news, no merchant ships entered the port again. Food in King's Landing is becoming increasingly scarce, but you are not surprised why Varis has been holding his troops."

"Don't think that he can't defeat the surrounding cities. Even the Fengxi Castle is actually very easy for werewolf. As long as you send some people to form civilians into the city, then suddenly turn into werewolf and start raiding at night. No castle can defend such internal disintegration, not to mention that the werewolf and the humans cannot distinguish them without transformation."

"Varis is waiting." Tyrion explained, "He is waiting for the completion of this magic, and after that, Varis will dispatch all the werewolf to attack other cities and rob... people, living people."

"Why?" James asked with a frown.

"This magic can sacrifice human souls and then enhance the strength of werewolfs, even... stronger than now. The food in King's Landing cannot satisfy so many prisoners, so Varis must wait until the magic can be activated at any time before going out to start catching people."

"As for the two of us... it should have special uses, maybe it is a sacrifice dedicated to God?" Tyrion sneered, as if he was playing the cold humor that was not humor at all.

James took a deep breath, then pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, "Are you sure?" he repeated.

"Don't think that I'm short and can't see things in the window, so my ears are not easy to use." His eyebrows were raised to the left and right sides, "I heard the conversation between the man and Varis with my own ears. I have known Varis for so many years, and his voice will not be wrong, and the man's voice is very distinctive, so I will naturally not forget it."

James nodded, "That's good." He said, then pulled out his sword and strode forward.

"What are you going to do?" Tyrion asked calmly.

"Of course it was ruined." James pointed his sword at the blood magic array on the front wall.

Tyrion shook his head, "No need." He said, "We are leaving here, don't say you are concerned about the life and death of people you don't know at all, and who knows if there is any connection between these magics? Maybe you will be discovered once you do it."

He had no intention of destroying the magic circle at all, so the two sentences were naturally focused. James immediately began to hesitate. Within a few breaths, he inserted his sword back.

In a sense, the two of them are actually not good people. They can't even take care of their own life and death at this time, so naturally they won't consider the life and death of others. As long as they can leave here, everything else... let's talk about it later.

Leaving from the filthy entrance of the slaughterhouse, the two of them were very close to the exit. Tyrion had a good memory. Although there were not many forks in the sewer, walking the wrong one also meant that they would be completely lost here. With his guidance from left and right, the two of them finally passed several turns and came to the end, and then...

"This...is the exit?" James asked in conviction.

"Probably... yes..." Tyrion was also a little unconfident, and he said hesitantly.

Because what was presented to the two of them was a large hill made of turbid internal organs, flesh and bones. It was even larger than the scale I had passed before. It was connected in height and undulating, almost filling the road ahead.

"What's going on?" James asked.

Tyrion's head was turning rapidly, and his eyes did not stop for a moment. Finally, he narrowed his eyes and saw what he was looking for in the deepest part of these bones and harms.

"There!" he said patting James on the arm.

Following Tyrion's gaze, James saw an iron gate hidden behind the hills. The surroundings were filled with porridge-like plasma, and a few skeletons and animal bones were inserted obliquely around them. Some bubbles gushed up from under the plasma, ruptured and then repeated.

The two of them walked forward without hesitation and came to the front of the iron gate. They found that the place was blocked and obviously had not been opened for a long time.

"The person responsible for this gate must be dead." Tyrion frowned, "The werewolf later didn't care about this matter. The gate was not open, so the garbage was piled up here. Open it." He said.

James immediately pulled out his sword and began to cut the iron gate with a crack. Mars burst out. Although the gate seemed to be rusty for a long time, the initial engineering quality of the Targaryen Dynasty was still very good. After so many years, it has not been easily damaged by James' sword.

He slashed unremittingly, and Tyrion was waiting patiently, but... good things often don't come together, but bad things come one after another.

While the crisp sound of the iron cavalry collided across the sewer, Tyrion seemed to hear some other sounds, very unusual, like a flow of water.

"Did you hear it?" he stopped James' movement and asked.

"I..." James listened, but before he could speak, he saw Tyrion widening his eyes and pointing desperately at the passage not far away.

He looked along his eyes and suddenly saw the scene of an evil ghost rushing towards the world like a hell.

There was a surging water coming from the passage not far away. Obviously, the valve on the other end had been opened, and the surging sea water washed in like a wild horse. But what was even more terrifying was that countless unknown liquids and solids were mixed in the water, and countless bones and mud rolled in it. There were even a few empty skeletons who were washed up to the front and stared at the two of them, as if they were a scene of demons coming out together.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!" Tyrion urged desperately, and the flood was hitting, and the iron gate behind him was not open. There was no need to think about the outcome of the two of them, and they would definitely not be much better.

James also knew this. He waved the sword in his hand desperately like a madman, and tried his best to open a gap in the gate. However, the iron gate was like it was covered in oil and paper for so many years, and it was very difficult to cut a gap.

In a state of anxiety, James switched the sword to his other hand, then stretched out the magic metal right hand that Yi Xiao had installed for him, and began to pull it hard.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

He stepped on the wall next to him, and his other foot was on the lower part of the iron gate. His right hand pulled up and hung his whole body on the iron gate, showing an inclined angle, constantly tearing the most fragile connection point on the gate.

"Hurry up! It's too late!" Tyrion began to shake the gate and shouted.

The water behind him was like a death-seeking demon, mixed with countless bones and blood and filth, and came with a momentum that swept everything, irresistible. The white bones rolling in it were like thorns, as if they wanted to revenge for all the injustice they suffered in their lifetime. The disgusting meat was like a deformed human face, which made people have nightmares when they looked at it.

The flood was right in front of me, but the two of them had not given up their hope. James' face was as blue as he was desperately trying to open a gap in the gate. Just when the flood was only ten meters away from the two of them, the iron gate finally made a crisp sound, and a hint of looseness appeared.

The crisp sound was no less than the most beautiful sound in the two of them. James immediately held his strength, made a crazy roar, and then pulled the iron gate down vigorously. At that moment, a little magical pulsation appeared on his arms.

The iron gate tilted to one side, revealing a small hole. James kicked it a few times, tearing it up, and then the two of them shouted in unison, "Jump!"

Behind them was a torrent of countless filth, rolling in. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!