Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 157 The Competition between Eagle and Wolf (10)

The night was cold and cold, and the direwolf's pale flag hung dejectedly in the dim moonlight.

Lord Rickard Karstark stood silently, with only the embers buried deep in the bottom of the pyre, and the sparks faintly emitting the last light, small and helpless.

"Kraken," Willis Manderly whispered, his fat face slightly stiff, "Greyjoy miscellaneous."

"I told you before!" Greatjon Umber smashed his sword on the soil angrily, "The Greyjoy bastard cannot be trusted! He is a bastard born of a traitor, and he is destined to be a disgusting person. octopus!"

Willis Manderly looked at Count Karstark, "Our army is already exhausted if we have to suppress this kind of news. If we find out again,"

Rickard nodded, pulled off the tattered leather gloves, and threw them into the firewood where only embers and black shavings remained. "We need a king and a victory to appease us." Rickard Karstark stood up, his face blurred in the dark sky. "I will reorganize the army. The cavalry has rested long enough. They are all northerners." The nobles of this realm, the guardians of the weirwood trees, we are elite enough.”

After saying that, he walked towards the military camp and escaped from the darkness.

Greatjon Umber turned his body sideways and sniffled, acquiescing to Karstark's words.

Willis Manderly nodded, "My brother Wendel, he manages the coins collected from the Western Territory, but unfortunately he left in a hurry, with the Golden Tooth City blocking the back, and the mountain trails are not suitable for transporting large quantities," he His tone was very regretful, "But there are still many." Willis turned to look at Greatjon Amber, who was sideways and silent, "Master Amber, you are the most prestigious in the military, and everyone agrees with your words. I hope you."

"I got it, young man from White Harbor." Greatjon stopped Willis's flattery and looked up in the direction of Riverrun. "We are all trout waiting to be slaughtered now. Just like this city, there is no way out. We The army can only fight to the death."

Willis nodded, said nothing, and walked towards the military camp.

In the bedroom of Riverrun, Robb Stark stood there blankly, staring blankly at the low fire in the fireplace, but he didn't feel any warmth. The coldness climbed up his skin and penetrated into his bones.

Jeyne Westerling sat uneasily and quietly beside Robb's bed, her eyes filled with gloom.

"Theon, my best brother." Robb held the letter tightly in his hands, the folds were covered with white paper, and the content inside was heartbreaking. "He has lived with us since he was a child. My brother, Bran, and Rickon, Theon kidnapped them and stole Winterfell."

"And Moat Cailin. The ironmen are all bastards and not worthy of trust. They attacked Moat Cailin." Robb turned over the letter again, biting his lower lip, and his arms were shaking slightly.

"Your Majesty." Jeyne reached out to touch Robb's hand and just looked at him quietly, "It's all my fault."

Robb looked at Jenny's slightly swollen belly and swallowed all the words he said. He raised his head and said, "No, the responsibility is not yours. Placing the blame on a girl is not a qualified king."

The young Young Wolf Lord stood up and suppressed the trembling in his legs. This was not out of fear. Jeyne held his arm, and Robb looked out the window. "We can't huddle in the castle," he said with piercing eyes and determination. He looked at the cold night sky, "We need to take the initiative." In the main hall of Stonehedge City, Harry Rivers looked at his father who was sitting on the main seat. He shook his head, "What happened to the Frey family? Has father considered it?"

Janos Bracken stared closely at his illegitimate son, tapping his fingers on the chair next to him regularly, "What do you mean?"

"Old Walder died in an unknown way. So many members of the Frey family died on the battlefield and in the attack on the city behind. Isn't this planned for a long time?" Harry Hewen stared at his father's cold expression. , frowned tightly, and said anxiously, "If we surrender at this time, the people in the valley will even look down on us."

Janos Bracken raised his hand and stopped Harry River's words. "I know everything. Do you think I have been working under Duke Hoster all these years in vain?" He took a slight sip of his wine. , looked at his illegitimate son with approval.

"Then why." Harry Hewen asked puzzledly.

"Clear it up, Harry," Janos stood up, walked off the high platform, and rubbed his fingers along the edge of the long table. A red-brown tapestry hung from the high platform, with a huge crest of a scarlet war horse printed on the surface of the tapestry. Extremely eye-catching, "What does Attis Arryn want? He was able to take the Green Fork, largely because the Green Fork was mostly made up of lonely old nobles, with only some outbreaks like the Freys of the Twins. House, and Harrenhal run by an old woman."

He shook the wine glass disdainfully, "But the Red Fork River is different from the Tumbling Stone River. There are Mallisters and damned Blackwood in the north. There are Brackens here in the Red Fork River, and there are many ancient and noble nobles. Even if Riverrun is destroyed Take it," Genos looked at the bastard, "With the influence of the valley, Attis Arryn can only prioritize consolidating the Green Fork River, and here, even if he becomes the governor of the Trident River in name, he still needs a Agent, I believe no one wants to be directly connected with a cold-blooded lion, he really needs an agent."

The bastard Harry's eyebrows stretched. "This agent" he said with still doubtful eyes, "Will the Vale choose us?"

"Of course not necessarily. Position yourself properly." Genos looked at the night. "Attis Arryn regards the Green Fork as his own. The Frey family is destined to not end well, and the Red Fork The river here is too far away from the Blood Gate." Earl Bracken approached Harry Rivers and patted his strong shoulder, "Contact the valley. In times of war, you always have to choose between the lordship and the Iron Throne."

Harry Hewen nodded, stopped questioning, and said to his father: "I tried to contact Royce. Their cavalry is almost here."

Genos nodded, "This is the only way for now." He once again thought of the Young Wolf Lord's past of never ending a hundred battles, and felt frightened in his heart. Earl Bracken took a deep breath and nodded to the bastard.

Royce's number is very small, and if Riverrun City can unite most of the nobles such as Mallister and Blackwood, it may still have more than [-] troops. Moreover, Riverrun City's food reserves have always been sufficient to support the consumption of the army.

Although there are many people in the valley, they are not concentrated. If the Young Wolf Lord consolidates his forces, he may not have no chance of victory.

Janos Bracken walked back to the high platform and looked at the long tapestry with the scarlet war horse emblem. He closed his eyes and trembled with his right hand. He was gambling, betting on the future of the Bracken family. He was placing a bet on the stone fence city. and all hopes were placed on Attis Arryn.

But he was still unsure.

(End of this chapter)