Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 152 The Competition between Eagle and Wolf (5)

Melisandre's body was very warm, hugging her naked body, like it was wrapped in a ball of flame that would not burn the skin. Just by getting close, it was easy to be attracted, and the stove in the tent seemed very redundant.

Desire is like a tide, beating against the exposed rocks, gradually slowing down until it subsides.

"The red comet you mentioned," Attis's lips were close to Melisandre's ear, and the red-robed woman leaned on Attis's chest with her face turned sideways, "When will it arrive?"

"Don't be anxious, my true king." Melisandre gently leaned her head forward and kissed Attis's lips. A light fragrance hit her nostrils, "The established trajectory will not change because of human power. It should come. It was destined to come.”

Attis smiled softly, "Your Red God is really powerful. It seems that people's fate is arranged by them." He moved away and sat up from the bed.

"Everyone has a thread of destiny above their heads. What should happen will always happen." Melisandre propped up her upper body and pressed against the Duke's back. "Just like the long night will come, you are destined to pull out the Lightbringer, End the long night"

"It's too far," Attis felt the temperature on his back, "The long summer seems not to be over yet."

"An illusion, true king, don't let an illusion make your judgment wrong." Melisandre's voice seems to have magic power, and people will always subconsciously obey her semantic logic.

Attis stood up and looked at Melisandre behind him. The red robe was draped over her as a bed quilt, and her looming figure was very tempting.

"Should I trust you, the red-robed woman of Asshai?" Attis held the wine glass, the red wine swaying inside, "I am a knight anointed with the seven sacred oils, and I have been influenced by the teachings of the seven gods since I was a child. "

"I am a believer in the Lord of Light, and I will also be your slave. You are the prophesied prince, and I am destined to follow you." Melisandre brushed her burgundy hair with her hand and said to Attis.

Artis didn't reply. He took a sip of wine and said, "The unknown is the most exciting thing." He stopped talking, walked to the table, pulled out the previously recorded map, and looked at it again.

Melisandre put on her red robe softly, arranged her hair slightly, and silently exited the tent.

Attis stopped writing, looked at the map of the Riverlands, calculated the speed of Royce's cavalry, rubbed his fingers together, and murmured: "This situation."

He frowned. From both sides of the Green Fork River to God's Eye Lake, more than half of the riverlands were actually controlled by the valley. The princes of the riverlands had always been at odds. It was difficult to unite in the face of foreign enemies. Previously, because of Wolf Eagle's alliance, And fully obeyed under the banner of Robb Stark, but now the back of the Riverlands is completely exposed to the spears of the Vale Cavalry, isn't there any reaction?

Loud bugles sounded in the camp, and Attis knew that Earl Corbray's Antarctic cavalry had arrived. This was the Canyon Knights closest to the Gate of the Moon.

Next came Mrs. Waywood's Iron Yu City cavalry, then the few cavalrymen in the Longbow Hall, and finally the countless young people in the Five Fingers Peninsula who were looking forward to being canonized as knights on the battlefield.

Attis raised his head, it was time for him to bleed.

Janos Bracken held down the blond mistress underneath him tightly, releasing his desires wantonly.

"You shouldn't have let our son." The mistress's face turned red. "Harry, you shouldn't have let Harry lead the troops to accompany Duke Edmure to die!" She held her head high and groaned in pain.

"What should I do?" Genos gasped loudly, "I only have one son, and he is an illegitimate son. This is the only illegitimate son. My wife gave me all daughters. I will not hand over the army of Shili City to Who else could he leave it to?"

"The Mountain is a monster, not only that, but also the people of the Vale. Have you forgotten, they almost hit Stonehedge City from Harrenhal before!" The blond mistress was turned over by Earl Bracken, and she exclaimed happily. Call.

"I remember it clearly," Janos Bracken shook his head, enjoying the pleasure of his lower body, "Why do you, a woman, need to know so much? Come on, lift your legs!" The mistress opened her arms obediently, "I My son is inside, I must..." Her lips were sealed by Earl Bracken, leaving only a silence.

Earl Bracken sighed, climbed away from his mistress, and collapsed on the bed.

"Damn Robb Stark." He murmured, "Damn Tully, only Lord Hoster is with Bracken. Riverrun is controlled by a group of villains. We cannot always be controlled by others."

He opened his mouth and thought carefully about the current situation.

"Let Harry Rivers contact Royce's army," Earl Bracken decided secretly. "Although the North has some strength, the old skinned army is far away from the king's territory. Stark only has thousands of tired cavalry, but Facing the oppression of the valley surrounding Riverrun, there is no chance of winning." He sat up on the bed, "The Young Wolf Lord really smashed a good cyvasse game!"

"Let the maester come over. We must make plans in advance. We cannot be tied to the hatred of the Wolf family, otherwise we will be burned by the flames of war sooner or later." Janos Bracken clenched his fists and hit the mattress.

Tywin Lannister rode his warhorse and looked at the fleeing Riverlands army.

"The Dornish people are really poisonous," Kevan frowned and sighed. "Oberon took advantage of the opportunity to take down Randyll Tarly's Horn Hill, and pulled out Nightsong City, the gateway to Prince's Pass. The Reach set a fire and quickly abandoned Hornhill, guarding the Prince's Pass."

"No news from Renly?" Tywin asked.

"Not yet," Kevan replied. "Many of his subordinates have been poisoned by Stannis, perhaps including himself?" He was a little hesitant. "Most of the cavalry are nobles, and most of the princes in the Stormlands have been poisoned by Stannis." Being captured also means surrender. Renly's performance was too poor, and Randyll led his troops to rush to his own territory. The princes of the Stormlands had no psychological burden, and they were just choosing between two deer."

Tywin snorted coldly, "It's just a nest of snakes and rats, just trying to adapt to the wind."

Kevan looked at his Duke, "Earl Yohn Royce took his cavalry in Harrenhal, probably close to two thousand people, and went north to Robb Stark who fled to the Riverlands. Tis Arryn is also raising an army in the Vale, and it is said that every castle in the Vale has heard from the Eyrie."

Tywin turned his head, a little surprised, "Every castle?"

Kevan nodded, "This is a good thing for us. The northerners just plundered the Western Territory and could not occupy an inch of land. I don't know how he bypassed Golden Teeth City. It's incredible."

"Just plundered the Western Territory." Kevan immediately felt the bitterness and resentment in Tywin's tone, and was about to speak, but Tywin didn't seem to delve into this issue, "Attis Arryn did this, and the Bleeding Gate's army How many should there be?”

Kevan frowned, "I don't know clearly, but" he thought for a moment and made a judgment, "it must be at least [-] people."

"Thirty thousand troops." Tywin's palm holding the sword shook slightly, and he took a deep breath, "How many main forces do we still have?"

Kevan was slightly startled, but then he understood the helplessness and bitterness behind Tywin's tone. He just forced a smile, "Our raid on the Reach was not very successful. Garland Tyrell is an excellent opponent." "

His words were interrupted by Tywin, "I'm asking, how many more of our main forces are there?"

Kevan pursed his lips slightly, "Less than fifteen thousand people."

The wrinkles are very clear on Tywin's face. The cold wind in the Reach has dried the old lion's face, making it look a little sallow and extremely old.

(End of this chapter)