Chapter 106 Wolfhawk’s Agreement
Between the cracks in the dead wood, a wisp of gray smoke lost its roots and disappeared into the air.
The soldiers from the Western Region stepped lightly on the firewood pile, spreading black ash on the ground. The soldier showed his pale temples. He was a veteran.
"Without a fire, we will freeze to death in the wild." Someone said from the crowd sitting around the big tree.
The soldiers of the Western Region, who were standing close together, were trembling, and someone in the crowd responded, "Let's be more angry, old man."
The veteran ignored the group of remnant soldiers who had been rushed to pieces by the Young Wolf Lord's cavalry and gathered together. There was even a knight among them.
"What's your name, old man?" said the knight in the crowd. The veteran looked at him. The knight's armor had been stained by mud, and the armband on his chest could barely be seen to be that of a manticore.
The Lodge family, relatives of that bastard Amory Lodge, the veteran thought to himself.
"Answer Sir Laurent's question, old man." The young man beside Sir Laurent said. He was obviously a squire or lackey following the knight.
The veteran stopped his movements and said, "Murray, my name is Murray, Sir Jazz." He lowered his head humbly. Years of recruiting career have allowed him to develop this set of actions and this temperament.
Sir Laurent held up the water bag and poured a few sips into his mouth, "It's too cold, let's light a fire."
His squire shook off his armor and stood up.
"Fire attracts wolves, ser," Murray raised his arms, refusing to let the squire come.
"This place is very close to Brand City. There are no enemies." Sir Laurent shrugged tightly. He was so cold that he was trembling when he spoke, and his teeth were chattering.
"The young wolf master's cavalry is everywhere, not to mention the wolves." The veteran looked at the knight cautiously and reminded him.
"No cavalry," Sir Laurent said impatiently, tightening his lips, "no wolves."
The attendant drew his sword and said, "Get out of the way, old man!" He pushed Murray away, took out an object from his pocket, and rubbed it against the branches on the pyre.
The sparks ignited again, and smoke rose from the pyre again. The veteran stayed away from the fire silently, huddled in the cold consciously, and looked at the remnants of the Western soldiers who swarmed up as if they wanted to eat the fire.
The attendant received a burst of praise from the knight, raised his eyebrows proudly, held the water bag that the knight rewarded him with, and drank heavily.
The veteran ignored these reckless guys. There was even a thirteen-year-old boy in the crowd. He was still at an age when he should be playing in the streets without worries. He was about the same age as his grandson, but he left his home and came here. Ghost place.
"Come and bake, Sir." That naive thirteen-year-old boy actually called him that.
"I'm not a knight," veteran Murray snorted, "I'm not cold." He suppressed the chattering of his teeth.
Sir Laurent's attendant stood up at this time, whistling and humming the tune of The Bear and the Maiden, and walked towards the deep forest, probably to relieve himself.
The whistle stopped suddenly, and Murray looked into the distance alertly.
The wind blew through the grass, and the cold struck again. Murray pressed the tree tightly against his body that was convulsed by the cold.
The yellow eyes were like dark will-o'-the-wisps, staring at him.
Wolf! Murray stood up in fright. "It's a wolf!" he shouted.
Unfortunately it's too late.
The direwolf is like a ghost in the dark forest, taking the lives of one person after another without anyone noticing.
"Help!" the thirteen-year-old boy shouted, but it was too late. Murray saw with his own eyes the direwolf's front paws shredding the boy's throat.
The veteran took out his sword and said, "Hurry up and meet the enemy!" He knew that running was of no use. His teeth kept chattering, whether it was cold or fear.
The squire's private parts were thrown into the air by the wolf and landed on Sir Laurent's helmet.
"Damn it!" Laurent Lodge yelled, but the moment he moved, he was knocked down, and the flesh and blood of his throat was torn to pieces.
Yellow eyes met his again.
The veteran threw down his sword, knelt on his knees, and murmured, "Gods bless you, mother, warrior, old woman, what other heavenly father, old god, red god, what other god, bless me through this difficulty, my Lannister Port My grandson." He closed his eyes, prayed to God, and gave up resistance.
The cold touch spread across his cheek. He didn't feel the direwolf's warm tongue, which felt more like a sword.
"Open your eyes, soldier." A young and somewhat immature voice sounded above his head.
Murray opened his eyes, and what he saw was a pair of capable eyes and a head of red hair.
Robb Stark. Lord of the Young Wolf, Murray said secretly in his heart.
"You are our prisoner," said the young leader.
"I think it is a very good marriage to marry Princess Myrcella to the master. All the nobles in King's Landing praise Princess Myrcella's virtuousness, appearance and beauty." Kemen, the bachelor of the Eagle's Nest City, said respectfully to Attis, His eyebrows and eyes were still secretly gazing at Mrs. Caitlin who was standing aside.
Gorgeous white stone paved the floor of the Eagle's Nest City hall, and fine lines twisted on the white stone, like crawling worms, or deep whirlpools on the sea.
Catelyn looked at Maester Cormon in disbelief, "Maester Cormon, I respect you, but you can't ignore the facts." She looked at Attis again, "Lord Stannis Baratheon has discovered He wrote a letter informing the Seven Kingdoms that Joffrey Baratheon, who now sits on the Iron Throne, was the son of Cersei’s incest, not King Robert.”
"All the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms know who this rhetoric is most beneficial to," Tyrion's lobbyist seemed a little dismissive and said calmly, "Uncle wants to bully his nephew, who can't see that?"
Caitlin ignored it and said directly: "The so-called king of King's Landing hung the head of King Robert's best brother on the city gate and framed him for treason and usurpation. Isn't this his cruel and tyrannical nature?"
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She took a few steps forward and looked up at Attis, "Duke Attis Arryn, aren't we raising our troops together to attack Joffrey and Lannister to seek justice for Ed? I suggest You throw this messenger down the moon gate immediately!”
Tyrion's envoy swallowed and looked at the Duke in the valley, "I have not heard that Duke Attis Arryn sent troops to assist the traitors. I'm afraid this is just a private act of Yorn Royce and has nothing to do with the Duke. "Kemon coughed slightly, looked at Attis, and said step by step according to the script: "There are three kings now, Joffrey Baratheon."
"Joffrey Lannister, or the name of a certain bastard, Hishan or Weishui." Caitlin reacted quickly.
"Sorry, madam, I'm not good at playing this kind of word game. There are two kings, Stannis Baratheon and Renly Baratheon, but only one of these kings has the Archbishop, which is the Seven Gods. "The coronation and recognition," Ke Meng said, "In the valley where the belief in the Seven Gods is strong, the nobles and the people of the valley are watching."
Attis nodded slightly. In Caitlin's view, this action was extremely dangerous, which meant that Attis Arryn, who was guarding Robb's retreat, was beginning to waver.
She hurriedly said: "Duke Attis, please think carefully. Renly's hundred thousand troops are approaching King's Landing. My son is sweeping the vulnerable Lannister army in the west. Stannis is pressing King's Landing on the sea. Lannis is approaching King's Landing." It will surely perish, and there will be no chance of a comeback.”
Caitlin's nerves would be tense because of her relatives, and her mind might become much sharper because of it.
Artis looked at the anxious Caitlin and smiled slightly in his heart. He knew that the fish was taking the bait.
He coughed lightly, "It's not that I don't want to avenge Lord Eddard, it's just that the truth of the matter is unknown." Attis deliberately avoided Caitlin's talk about the defeat of the West, giving Tyrion's envoy some room for words, "Besides, I have occupied a large piece of land like the Tully family, which is your family, and I have also started to let the knights of the valley be granted titles in the Green Fork River area, if"
Looking at Caitlin's eager eyes, Attis continued: "If there is no deeper connection, the friendship between the fathers alone may not be enough to reassure the valley."
"That's the truth." Bachelor Kemen nodded in agreement and looked at Caitlin with a smile. He and Master Attis cooperated well.
"Arya and Robin's engagement," Catelyn said with some confusion.
Kemen shook his head, "Arya is your youngest daughter, but Robin is the first heir to Duke Attis. This is not equitable. We need the sincerity of the North, Lady Caitlin."
Caitlin turned her head and said, "Maester, I don't understand"
"Bran Stark should come to the Eagle's Nest to be Lord Attis's attendant. It should not be your youngest daughter who is married to the Valley, but your eldest son."
Catelyn frowned, "Robb, there is no girl of the right age in the Arryn family."
Attis held the letter in his hand. In his eyes, Bronze Jon's request was like charcoal falling into his hand. It was hot and needed to be dealt with urgently.
Artis would give it as a favor, but the price would have to be borne by the Royce family.
Among the wealthy knights in the Green Fork River area, there is no place for Royce knights. This selfish Attis will satisfy him, since he mentioned it.
But the price is also necessary.
In contrast, knights who have deep connections with other nobles in the valley, such as the Hunter family, the Corbray family, and even the Grafson family, will receive generous rewards from the previous Three Rivers Battle.
"Assina Royce, Lord Yohn's daughter, unmarried, of the right age." Bachelor Cormon said on his behalf.
"If not," Maester Kemen said helplessly, "the union of the wolf and the eagle will look like it is all connected by illusory things. There is no real guarantee of the land of the Green Fork River, and there is no new bond of marriage. A union approved by the Seven Gods.”
Messenger Tyrion has realized that he seems to be a destined foil in this negotiation.
"I will mention this to Robb." Catelyn took a deep breath and said to Attis.
Attis nodded, hiding his gaze, "Lord Eddard was my father's adopted son and my brother. He died in King's Landing under Joffrey's fire. I will not forgive him."
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"Please come back, Tyrion's messenger," Attis said. "If you do not want to jump from the moon gate, convey this news to your master."
The messenger moved and left the hall of the Eagle's Nest City.
"The marriage of Arya and Robin, the marriage of Jathena and Robb, the valley and the north are the bonds for generations to come. I hope to start building them here, Lady Catelyn." Maester Cormon's lips were full of smiles.
Catelyn forced a smile. She thought of Robb who was blocked from the Green Fork and the Twins, and a bitter taste spread in her heart.
On the castle of Branded City, the fluttering golden lion flag fell and was replaced by the direwolf flag that gradually rose.
"Assina Royce is a young and beautiful girl. I met her once at the banquet in Runestone," Daisy Mormont said to Robb, rubbing her sword.
The Young Wolf Master held the handle of the wine glass in his hand. "The troops in the Riverlands cannot be fully mobilized." He looked at the map calmly. "Most of them are guarding their own territory. A group of Demon Mountain leaders appeared in the Riverlands. Banditry troubled their castles and farmlands.”
Lord Rickard Karstark stroked the long beard on his face, "Cowards are all like this," he said disdainfully, "The army of true northerners is separated by the entire Green Fork River. Roose Bol Don's logistics are controlled by the Arryn family, and our rear is also exposed to the horses of the Valemen. Davon of the Lannister family is indeed somewhat capable. He used the terrain to sneak attack the infantry in the Riverlands. Our cavalry has already left the Riverlands. The soldiers are too far away"
"Davon Lannister dug deep trenches. He knew that it wouldn't take long for us to occupy the castle before we could leave. He chose to set up a widespread ambush, fight a dull battle, and defend or ambush on the road leaving the western mountain pass." Luo Bai said that his eyes were filled with the layout of various forces on the map.
"Great Jon's vanguard is too far away from us. If he fights further north, he can fight back to the north." Seeing that these men ignored her words, Daisy Mormont agreed.
"We don't have many cavalry, but we are scattered at this time." Robb frowned and moved his neck uneasily.
"Insufficient troops, after all," said Rickard Karstark.
"Tell mother that I agree to Attis Arryn's terms, but I hope that the Vale can further join us and fight to King's Landing together." Robb said to Daisy Mormont, he paused, "We shouldn't So disperse, go to Crag City, meet up with Great Jon, and let my uncle Brynden lead the army to meet him along the Tengshi River."
Robb pointed at the map, "Davon Lannister can only defend but not attack. If he holds the Golden Tooth City and lets the nobles of the Riverlands guard their castles, the Lannister garrison in the West will not be able to come out, and we..."
He sighed secretly. If he captured Jaime Lannister, he might be able to take the strategic initiative first, but unfortunately he didn't.
"Now, Tywin Lannister's 20,000 troops are fighting alone, and we cannot lose contact with Lord Roose's army for too long. Since Renly is unreliable, the first decisive battle will be fought by us northerners. Start." Robb's eyes are on King's Landing. He wants to concentrate the power of the North and the Vale to completely destroy the main force of Lannister.
Robb looked at everyone, "Crag City is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Although the Great Jon is brave, a thousand cavalry is still too risky. Without further delay, we will take a short rest and set off tomorrow."
"Yes!"
Sorry, it’s late. I can only write one chapter today. It’s too late to come back.
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