"Huh? The Vale Cavalry will not assist us in our attack on Riverrun. Lord Baelish, what do you mean?"
At the crossroads, in the bright blood-red Lannister army camp, Tywin sat on the main seat in the commander's tent, his eyes fixed on the smiling Baelish, and asked with an unkind tone.
"Lord Tywin, you may not know the current situation in the valley. In fact, in the early days of this war, some of the great nobles in the valley tried their best to persuade Lady Lysa to join Robb Stark's army.
The reason why we are able to send troops to help this time is because Lord Tyrion and I designed to capture Rodrik Cassel and Yorn Royce.
But after this incident happened, Anda Royce of Runestone City took the lead in claiming that the Arryn family had been destroyed. Robin Arryn, the illegitimate son of me and Lady Lysa, is now being manipulated and used by the Lannister family.
Moreover, he has restored the ancient name of the Royce family, proclaimed himself the 'Bronze King', and is gathering an army, specifically to get rid of me, Lady Lysa, and Lord Tyrion.
I did not make these things up myself, Lord Tyrion also knows about them!"
Baelish, who had been standing respectfully, felt Tywin's tone and explained to him with a wry smile.
"Yes, Father! I can prove the truth of these things. In fact, the Vale is more chaotic than you think. After Anda Royce proclaimed himself the 'Bronze King', Gerald Grafson of Seagull Town also claimed that Royce
Bin Arryn was an illegitimate son and proclaimed himself the 'King of Gulltown'. Leonor Corbray of Hearts City followed them and proclaimed himself the 'King of the Five Finger Peninsula'."
Tyrion nodded, and after confirming the authenticity of Baelish's words, he continued to tell Tywin the information he knew.
"Oh, Westeros is already full of kings! I hear there are many self-proclaimed kings in Dorne and the Reach too.
It seems that now the crown is no longer made of iron and blood, but of mouth and shamelessness!
Now listening to what you say, we only need to deal with one King of the North at the moment, so the situation is pretty good!"
After hearing what the two of them said, Tywin sneered and mocked the various kings that have appeared in Westeros recently.
"Yes, Lord Tywin. There is only one king we recognize, and that is His Majesty Joffrey on the Iron Throne!
As Lord Tyrion said, the situation inside the valley is very chaotic, otherwise, we would not have brought out this army of less than 8,000 people.
Therefore, even if I order the Vale Cavalry to attack Riverrun, their commander will not agree."
With a smile on his face, Baelish first expressed his loyalty to Joffrey from a distance, and then expressed his sincerity to Tywin that he was helpless in the attack on Riverrun.
"Well, I understand. Okay, let me think about it again. Tyrion stays, and everyone else can go down!"
After listening to Baelish's words, Tywin, who was sitting in the main seat, waved to them and gave instructions.
"Yes, Lord Tywin!"
"Lord Tywin, I will take my leave first!"
After hearing this, Kevan, Stevron, Baelish and others in the commander's tent immediately bowed and left, leaving Tyrion behind who was pouring himself wine.
"Father, why do you want me to stay?"
After filling his own glass with wine and taking a sip, Tyrion raised his head and asked Tywin.
"What do you think of Littlefinger?"
There were only father and son left in the handsome tent, and Tywin did not hide his disdain for Baelish, who had made a fortune by opening a technical academy.
"He is a smart man. He is currently working for our Lannister family.
However, Baelish is not as simple as it seems. I have also made many friends in the Eyrie during this time, and they have told me many of Baelish's little secrets.
Including the self-reliance of the kings in the valley this time, his handiwork was also involved. His status is too low and he is not worthy of Lady Lysa. Maybe the suppression of the rebellion in the valley this time will be his opportunity to advance."
Upon hearing Tywin's question, Tyrion swallowed the wine with a round and gentle taste and answered his thoughts and speculations about Baelish.
"Smart people? Smart people don't really stand in a certain camp, they only see benefits.
However, such smart people often die the fastest!"
After Tywin said something pointedly, he turned to Tyrion and ordered,
"I will ask Steveron to take a thousand cavalry from the Frey family to follow you to the valley. No matter what method you use, I want you to avoid Littlefinger as much as possible and win over Lady Lysa."
"Hey, father, you think this Steve Lun is too noisy and keeps clamoring to take back the Twins, so you assigned him to me!"
Avoid Baelish and win over Lady Lysa? Impossible!
Father, you didn't see the lustful look in Lady Lysa's eyes when she looked at Baelish. Even I doubt that Robin Arryn is Baelish's illegitimate son."
Hearing Tywin's words, Tyrion rolled his eyes, his tone full of impossibility.
"Full of lust? Isn't this the time for you to show off? Aren't you very experienced in this field over the years?
Compared with those lowly skilled women, isn’t this noble lady with noble blood and powerful power just the best candidate for your wife?”
Tywin's light green eyes, dotted with golden red, stared at Tyrion under the light of the handsome tent's brazier, and spoke with a half-smile on his face.
Lowly?
A word from Tywin's mouth was remembered by Tyrion. He asked Tywin with a normal expression: "Father, you said that no matter what method I use, I just need to win over Lady Lysa, right?"
"Yes, I said so!"
"For example, let Myrcella marry Robin Arryn?"
After hearing Tywin's affirmative answer, Tyrion probed carefully.
"Well, your suggestion is good, and it can be considered that the status is relatively matched. However, the prerequisite is that the Arryn family solves the rebellion in the valley and joins the Lannister family."
Tywin analyzed Tyrion's suggestion very carefully and nodded in response.
"For example... let James marry Lady Lysa?"
Tyrion heard his answer, nodded, stared at Tywin quietly, and continued pretending to be casual.
"James? No! Although, I arranged it this way when he was sixteen. But now, their identities are inappropriate."
When Tywin heard this, he shook his head and rejected it without any hesitation.
"Identity? I heard that Jaime has resigned from the Kingsguard and has become Joffrey's Hand of the King. He can already marry!"
Tyrion thought Tywin was talking about Jaime's identity as a Kingsguard, so he answered.
"Well, it is precisely because he has resigned from the Kingsguard. As the sole heir of the Lannister family, he cannot marry such a woman!"
"I understand, Father! I will follow Baelish to the Vale tomorrow.
I’m going to resign first!”
Tyrion felt very unhappy when he heard Tywin's unthinking answer. He replied to Tywin, jumped off the bench and walked outside the handsome tent.
Tywin watched Tyrion leave indifferently. He had already begun to think about the current situation and whispered in his mouth: "That little trout must be put to good use. Cailin Bay, the Twins, and Riverrun have already
All put together, the situation is not good!
With the help of the northern army, Riverrun cannot be captured for the time being. It is better to digest all the occupied areas of the Riverlands first. The military rations... I don’t know how much Clegane collected."
…
Harrenhal was once the most majestic and huge fortress in the Seven Kingdoms. There were five very huge towers in the fortress, as well as equally thick walls. At the same time, its defensive walls were built incredibly thick, and the rooms in the castle were so tall.
It's enough even for a giant to live in.
However, this was all said in the past!
After being baptized by Aegon the Conqueror and Balerion, the largest dragon in the history of Westeros.
Today, most of Harrenhal is in ruins and is devastated, with huge charred and cracked stones everywhere. A few places are still habitable.
Although there are only a few places, it can be regarded as the largest fortress in the past. These habitable places are already comparable to the size of Winterfell.
Harrenhal, the corner part of the former armory connected to the school grounds, was turned into an open-air torture chamber by the Mountain troops who occupied this place.
A naked young man was tied to a torture chair, with a barrel filled with rats tied to his chest. A Lannister soldier held a torch and kept heating the back of the barrel.
After the barrel was heated, the mice inside squeaked and tried their best to escape to the other side. However, they were blocked by a layer of soft flesh and blood and could not move forward.
As the temperature behind the barrel got higher and higher, they began to use their claws and teeth to tear at the flesh and blood blocking them regardless, hoping to find a way to escape.
"ah!
!I said, I said!”
This young man, who was strong at first, finally collapsed and shouted loudly after feeling the pain that tortured both his body and soul.
"Notepad, he's going to confess."
The Lannister soldier holding a torch turned to the ordinary-looking soldier sitting aside and chewing an apple in his hand.
"Ba, Ba, are you willing to talk so soon? Well, you stop first and let me listen to see if what he said is of interest to us."
Notepad chewed the apple in his mouth, stopped the Lannister soldier holding the torch, and then said to the young man who was being tortured, "Speak! I'm listening!"
"Take it off, take it off quickly. If you take it off, I will tell you!"
The young man was obviously tortured crazy by the rats in the barrel, and he kept shouting loudly.
When the Lannister soldier heard this, he turned to look at the notepad. The notepad nodded to him, and he put the torch on, walked forward with an iron cage, and then untied the leather straps on the barrel.
Squeak, squeak!
Five or six huge rats, with their claws and heads stained with blood, fell from the barrel into the iron cage, and were then imprisoned directly by the Lannister soldiers.
As the barrel moved away, one could already see the miserable state of the tortured young man's chest.
I saw that his bare chest was bitten and scratched by rats until it was bloody and bloody. You could even see some white sternum among the bright red flesh, which was very oozing.
call!
The chest injury was so serious, but the young man breathed a long sigh of relief. It seemed that this punishment was more torturing to the soul.
"Don't wait, tell me quickly!"
"The ones who have been attacking you to collect food and capture your transportation teams are the 'Brotherhood Without Banners'"
"continue!"
"The leader's nickname is the 'Lightning King'. I heard their name, it seems to be Berry. Their team is quite special, there is also a red-robed monk from Essos, named Thoros. A man who claims to have been
It's the bachelor's doctor, his name is Coburn..."
When the notepad heard him really start to talk, he took a piece of paper and a pen and started recording.
"Finished? Is there anything else missing?"
When the young man finished speaking, the notepad confirmed at him.
"Yes, I promise there is nothing else. I have said everything I know!"
"Well, I believe you!"
Notepad nodded, put away the scroll in his hand, and said to the Lannister soldier beside him,
"Go on! Those little darlings haven't had their offal yet today!"
"hey-hey!"
The Lannister soldier chuckled and lifted up the barrel and the iron cage containing the rats again.
"No, no, kill me, kill me quickly!"
"That's not possible, the fun has just begun!"
This renovated torture chamber happened to be facing the cell where the prisoners were held. At this moment, the civilian prisoners in the cell were so frightened that they closed their eyes, covered their ears, and trembled.
"Brotherhood Without Banners, Lightning King Berry, Thoros, Qyburn."
Magic Mountain, who was rarely wearing plate armor, sat on a high-backed chair and recited in a deep voice. At the same time, a man named Berry who was killed by him flashed through his mind.
It couldn't be him, I personally confirmed it at the time!
Shaking his head to get rid of this ridiculous idea, Mo Shan continued to ask the notepad in front of him: "Can the location of this Brotherhood Without Banners be determined?"
Notepad heard the question, looked down at the scroll in his hand, and then replied to the Mountain: "Lord Clegane, the Brotherhood Without Banners seems to have been wandering around Harrenhal. According to the criminal's confession, their latest
It appears on the left side of Shenyan Lake."
"The left side of God's Eye Lake? I remember that when Amory Lodge went to the Acorn Hall territory to collect food this time, it was on the left side of God's Eye Lake, right?"
"Yes, Lord Clegane!"
…
Da da!
In the Riverlands, in the Acorn Hall territory, a burly traveler wearing a hooded cloak was riding a horse on a dusty path.
Ta-ta-ta!
Suddenly, from behind her, there was a faint but rapid sound of horse hooves. The traveler turned his head and looked behind him, and saw smoke and dust rising high in the distance, indicating that there were definitely a lot of cavalry.
This traveler is Brienne, who felt like losing the whole world when she lost Renly. After arriving in the Riverlands, she wandered aimlessly. In order to avoid contact with other people as much as possible and avoid walking on the King's Road, she specifically chose this kind of journey.
The path detours.
Who knew that a large group of cavalry could also be encountered here. She took a rough look at the path and found that there was only a small hill for hiding not far ahead.
Not wanting to cause trouble, Britney shook the reins and drove her horse towards the hill in front of her. When she rode around, she reached the back of the hill that was right next to the path.
She discovered that... hundreds of soldiers wearing armor that didn't fit very well and holding various weapons had already ambush here in advance. At this moment, hundreds of pairs of their eyes were staring at her closely.
Shh!
A soldier wearing a faded red robe, a suit of mail, and a bun on his head was raising his hand to make a silence gesture, and then pointed towards her in the direction she came from on horseback.
Seeing that these soldiers did not mean any harm to her, Brienne nodded to the ball-headed soldiers, then released her right hand that was holding the sword, turned over and dismounted.
She didn't want to meddle in other people's business, and was prepared to wait and see what happened, waiting for them to fight the ambushed people, and then take the opportunity to leave.
Da da da!
"ah!"
Accompanied by the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer, there was also a scream.
After hearing the sound, Brienne turned her head slightly and looked outside the hill.
I saw dozens of cavalrymen flying the banner of the Lannister family, riding their horses forward quickly. Behind the seven horses in front, each dragged a prisoner with a rope.
Far behind them, there was a team of Lannister family carriages that were obviously transporting heavy objects.
Most of the seven prisoners dragged by the Lannister cavalry had been dragged to a bloody pulp and were already dead.
The remaining three prisoners' hands were tied and dragged. They struggled hard and wanted to stand up and run, but they were unable to do so as the horses were dragging them quickly.
"Hahaha! Get up and run with us like you did before!"
The leader of this group of Lannister cavalry was tall and burly, with a smile on his face at the moment, encouraging the captives who were being dragged behind the horses.
"We have to let these beasts have a taste of this for a while!"
Brienne heard the ball-headed soldier turn his head and whisper to the one-eyed soldier next to him who covered his right eye with a piece of cloth.
"Don't worry, our Lord will judge their crimes soon! They are here, prepare to take action!"
Just as the one-eyed soldier said, these dozens of cavalrymen quickly rode along the path to the front of the hill.
"pull!"
The one-eyed soldier gave an order to the soldiers beside him, and a thick tripping rope buried in the soil on the path and tied to a stone at the other end was straightened and tightened by them.
Hey~~
Oh!
The first few of the Lannister cavalry were instantly knocked off their backs by the horse ropes. For a while, the neighing of the war horses and the screams of the cavalry continued to sound.
"Brothers, charge! Kill these Lannister brood!"
When the one-eyed soldier saw that the Lannister cavalry had been attacked, he raised his arms and rushed out from behind the hill first.
"Hey, Berry, don't be so anxious! I haven't added the 'Blessing of the Lord of Light' to you yet."
This fat-headed soldier was Soros. He looked at Berry who rushed out recklessly, yelled angrily, cut the long sword in his right hand with his left hand, and quickly said a few prayers.
Oops!
Thoros' sword was immediately ignited by blazing fire. The flames attached to the steel sword, as if there were unknown substances helping them burn.
this……!
Brienne, who was standing next to Thoros, was shocked by this magical scene. She could see very clearly that Thoros did not use anything to assist, and the blood alone made the sword ignite.
She thought of the shadow killer with the face of Stannis again in her mind, and suddenly felt that the world had begun to become so strange.
While Brienne was stunned, the Lannister family cavalry and the Brotherhood Without Banners were already fighting together.
The burly Amory quickly struggled up from the ground, shook his dizzy head, pulled out the sword from his waist, and entered fighting mode.
Most of the current members of the Brotherhood Without Banners are civilians from the Riverlands who are numerous and suffering.
But after Berry's daily training, coupled with several attacks on Lannister family soldiers, their mentality and actual combat effectiveness have become several times better than at the beginning.
Although their personal combat effectiveness was not as good as that of the Lannister soldiers, they were suppressed by numbers, and for a while the two sides were inextricably linked.
Bang!
Barla!
Beric, who has been resurrected twice, is unparalleled in his bravery on the battlefield. Facing a Lannister cavalry on horseback, he is not afraid of the top-down slashing.
After lightly dodging sideways, he stretched out his gloved left hand, grabbed the opponent's sword, and forcefully pulled the cavalryman off. At the same time, he turned over, and the sword in his right hand came from the back of the cavalryman's neck.
Stab it in.
"Beric Dondarrion!"
After killing the enemy, Berry was about to deal with his left hand, which was bleeding from grabbing the sword. He heard someone calling his name.
Barry turned around and saw Amorri pulling out a long sword from the chest of a brotherhood member and heading straight towards him with a fierce expression.
Amory once protected Cersei in King's Landing and worked for Jaime. Therefore, he knew Beric.
However, he had heard from Magic Mountain before that Berry had been killed by him. Obviously, this news was false, but it didn't matter. He was very confident in himself and was ready to make this news true.
Clang, Clang, Clang!
Both Beric and Amory's swordsmanship are pretty good, and should be ranked second-rate in Westeros. They quickly exchanged swords several times, but they were unable to hurt each other.
Tick tock, tick tock!
The blood on Berry's left hand was still dripping. Only now did he remember that he forgot to ask Thoros to add the 'Blessing of the Lord of Light' to the long sword.
With the thought of the sword flashing in his mind, he suddenly touched the sword with his bleeding left hand, and at the same time prayed: "My Lord, the Lord of Light, your faithful servant prays here, asking you to give me the strength to defeat the enemy.
!”
Oops!
As soon as Berry finished praying, the sword in his hand ignited, startling the Amorite opposite.
"Hmph, Berry, are you now imitating Thoros of Myr and playing wildfire?"
Amory quickly calmed down, taunted Berry, and faced him again with his sword.
Clang!
The two swords collided together again, but the temperature of Berry's flaming sword kept burning Amorri, causing him to subconsciously stop and retreat.
Berry, who had gained the upper hand, stepped forward alternately with left and right steps, making an 'X' shape with the flaming sword in his hand, and kept slashing at Amorri.
Clang, Clang, Clang!
When the flaming swords collide, sparks continue to fall, which is really beautiful. But it is also deadly.
Snap!
If you defend for a long time, you will lose. When Amorli was blocking, he was cut off by the flaming sword in Berry's hand, and he was about to die at the sight of it.
Bah!
There was a sound of a long sword piercing flesh, and a Lannister cavalry sneak attacked from behind and pierced the right side of Beric's waist with his long sword.
Tear!
Zizzi!
Berry endured the severe pain of being hit by the sword, turned his wrist, and the flaming sword stabbed backward from Berry's armpit, straight into the chest of the sneak attack Lannister cavalry.
The high-temperature flames did not go out even if they penetrated the flesh, roasting the Lannister cavalry's flesh and blood until it sizzled. In an instant, a meaty aroma wafted out of the cavalry's body.
Bang!
Berry withdrew his flaming sword, and the bodies of the cavalrymen who were sneaking behind him fell to the ground. But after his disturbance, Amorri, who was directly in front of Berry, had already picked up his sword and stood up.
"Hey, Berry, it seems that the god you believe in can't protect you!
In order to take care of the dignity of the nobles, do you have any last words?"
Amory looked at Berry, who still had a long sword stuck in his waist, showed a victor's smile, and said to him.
Are you going to die again? I really don’t like this feeling!
Feeling the strength of his body, as the wound on his right lower back continued to drain away, thoughts flashed through Berry's mind, and a helpless smile appeared on his face.
"Lord Berry, if you encounter a certain death situation, drinking this potion may help you kill the enemy!"
At this moment, Berry's mind suddenly came to mind. Before leaving, the instructions given by Qyburn, a member of the Brotherhood with very good medical skills, came to mind.
His left hand reached into his chest and took out a wooden pipe as thick as his thumb and as long as his middle finger.
Bo!
He popped open the stopper of the wooden pipe with one hand, then raised it to his mouth without hesitation, raised his head and drank it directly.
Amory watched Berry's movements quietly. He was experienced in fighting, and when he saw the large amount of blood flowing out of Berry's right waist, he knew that he was unable to fight anymore.
Therefore, he, who is at the bottom of the aristocracy and a wealthy knight, deliberately emphasizes the dignity of the aristocracy to tease the former Earl of Berry.
Boom, boom, boom!
After Berry drank the potion, his heart began to beat violently. It seemed that even Amory could vaguely hear this violent heartbeat.
Berry felt like his whole body was heating up, and it seemed that all the blood in his body began to boil and became violent. He couldn't see his appearance at the moment, but Amory opened his eyes wide and was dumbfounded.
I saw thick blood vessels like small red snakes, squirming non-stop, gradually covering Bailey's exposed skin. The same was true for Bailey's entire face, which looked not like a human being at all, and was terrifying.
pole.
Furious Berry, who felt very good about himself, held the flaming sword in his left hand and pulled out the sword from his lower back with his right hand.
During this process of drawing the sword, Berry felt no pain at all.
"You, what on earth are you!"
With a trembling tone, Amory asked Berry, who didn't know whether he was a human or not.
"die!"
Furious Berry didn't want to talk nonsense to him anymore. He pushed hard with his feet and quickly arrived in front of Amory in a few steps. At the same time, he raised his two swords and slashed at him.
clang!
Bah!
When Amory reacted, Berry was already in front of him, and he could only barely block with his sword.
However, a huge, irresistible force came from Berry's two swords, pressing down on Amorri's sword, cutting him into three pieces along his left and right shoulders, from head to toe!