Chapter 189 The Failed Envoy

Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

Chapter 189 The Failed Envoy

The snow is flying heavily, turning the appearance of the sky and the earth white. This is a land where only people from the north can live in peace. When the snow falls, covering the original color of the earth, and the coldness sweeps from the land of eternal winter, the master of this land becomes

There is only one enemy left - Winter.

They left Castle Black through the worm passage. Today was the day for the Commander-in-Chief to go south. He was going to Winterfell to attend the funeral of Lord Eddard Stark. Outside the castle, there was a group of people waiting.

Cole had already organized his lineup, and the tents were pulled up. Soldiers from the Stormlands were riding on tall war horses, and carriages were passing between them.

The squire led Jon's horse, followed by the direwolf Ghost. The first time the direwolf saw Cole, it arched its back, its hair stood up, and let out a hoarse roar. Its blood-red eyes

His eyes looked angrily at the silver-haired knight on the horse.

"Ghost." Jon called, reaching out to comfort him.

This scene completely fell into Cole's eyes, and complex thoughts flashed across his expression, but when Jon came closer, he still gave a smile.

"You want to leave?" Jon ran his hand along Ghost's hair, and he could feel the restlessness in its heart.

"Go to Eastwatch." He and Jon had reached an agreement.

Jon Snow agreed to help him convince Robb Stark. In Jon's own opinion, they had a common enemy, the Lannister and the White Walkers. Cole told Cersei and Tywin to do something to their father and sister in the south.

Jon told him what happened, which made Jon extremely angry. He hated the despicable Lannister.

In order to show his sincerity, Cole also sent Duran Bar-Elmon to follow Jon south to Winterfell. Of course, in addition to being an envoy of the alliance, Duran also had the mission of bringing back Princess Shireen.

"Jon."

Jon, who got on his horse, turned his head and looked at him with some confusion.

"Take care, brother."

Jon nodded, rode his horse and led the team into the King's Road. At the end of the field of vision, the white wolf glanced back, his eyes facing Cole.

After Jon Snow left, Cole also led the army to the east. He will go to Eastwatch next. Regardless of Winterfell's decision, he will go south. The only thing he can do about the Great Wall is

These.

Castle Black became smaller and smaller behind them. East China Sea was at the easternmost end of the Great Wall. It was almost two hundred kilometers away from Castle Black. They walked for three days in a row before they saw the sea and sky in the distance.

Hearing the sound of crashing waves, the night watchman's horn was blown from the fortress of Eastwatch, but this time it was only blown once, and guard captain Carter Pike led the rangers to greet them.

He did not choose to garrison around the fortress of Eastwatch, but on a hill near the sea. The sea was patrolled by Night Watch ships from time to time. They wanted to capture those smugglers of weapons beyond the wall and the savages who smuggled southward by sea.

The ship Cole brought from the south docked on the coast, with two hundred people guarding it. The ship stood side by side, flying the flag of the Julius family. He thought in his heart that maybe he should take that ship soon.

A white bird is replaced by a white dragon.

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The arakh cut the Dornish man's throat, and blood spurted out from the broken throat. Facing the attacking Dothraki cavalry, the Dornish man looked extremely panicked. There was only a horse-riding warrior wearing iron clothes around him.

, there are still people who are struggling to resist.

In Hago's opinion, they should be the bandits of the Iron Man in Sunset.

They used long spears, rode slender horses, and their armor was mainly made of copper scales, just like what the iron-clad guard beside Khaleesi described.

Hago shouted, asking the mounted warriors to prepare to attack the Ironcoats' formation. The Dothraki warriors rode their horses in a circle around the Dornishmen, and the Dothraki warriors waved their long whips and kept testing.

Bloodrider Hago picked up the steppe bow tied to the saddle.

They roared, screamed, and cursed these armored cowards in Dothraki.

Hago cantilevered the bow, clasped the horse's belly with his feet, and stepped on the stirrups to maintain the stability of his lower body.

As the arrow shot out, the sharp iron-cone arrowhead chased the prey with its sharp beak like an eagle hunting for prey.

The Dornish people were trapped and surrounded by the Dothraki, and arrows shot from short bows came from all directions.

"Quentin, we have to rush out." Sir Gareth Dinwart held his shield in front of him.

Quentin looked at the group of Dothraki who were circling around them. He looked at Maester Kedri who fell not far away, and couldn't help but feel a headache. Except for Kedri, none of them knew the Dothraki language, and these

The barbarians on horseback obviously don't understand the Common Tongue of Westeros either.

"They don't understand the Common Tongue," said Prince Martell.

"Yes, if we continue to stand here, we will either be shot to death by stray arrows or have our heads cut off by their arakh scimitars." Garris told him. "We have to take a risk."

He wants to break out, but Quentin wonders: Would this be a good idea?

"The people will praise you for your bravery, the whores will welcome you with open legs, the drunks in the taverns will loudly sing the songs written for you, and the Dornish people will laugh at you if you kneel before these barbarians.

." Gareth Dingwater looked at his hesitation, so he continued. "What are you still hesitating about? These grassland barbarians simply regard us as envoys, and they kill our people when they meet."

Adventure? Great adventures always involve death. This is what Gareth always likes to say, but he also likes to do dangerous things. Quentin did not cross the sea with malice, he still has a burden on his shoulders.

His father gave him the mission, but before he could get close to King Ma's tribe, they were attacked by this group of cavalry.

"No matter what, we can only rush out first before we can make any plans, Your Highness." William Wells seemed to think that breaking out was a good way, but as soon as Sir William finished speaking, his throat was pierced by a sharp arrow.

through.

The neck brace did not stop the arrow. Quentin Martell looked at the blood gurgling out from the loopholes in the neck brace. He wanted to reach out to help him, but one hand could not support him at all. Sir William fell to the ground and let out a copper sound.

The sound of impact.

Seeing his partner fall, Quentin knew he could no longer hesitate.

Charge out. When this was the only thought left in his mind, the horses were already galloping.

Drogo's big tent, where Dothraki warriors are patrolling vigilantly, the bloodrider Kohoro rides on the Dothraki horse, he wants to protect Karaqa (the heir) for Drogo.

In these days, Khaa's Karakah and Khaleesi have been assassinated three times by Sunset Land assassins, and poisoned once.

Those iron men were afraid of them and could only play some tricks like eunuchs and milkmen. This was considered a sign of cowardice by the mounted warriors, and the assassination of women and children also aroused the anger of the Dothraki.
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