Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 166

Brynden Tully listened to the sound of bugles in the distance, and looked at Edmure aside with slight surprise.

Edmure looked up into the distance with a confused look on his face, and said with some uncertainty, "Is this bugle calling for an order from the support team?"

"Let's stop talking nonsense!" Heiyu jumped forward and raised his sword, "Fighters of Riverrun! Follow me to attack!"

The cavalry part of Tully's headquarters followed Blackfish and rode away.

More of his subordinates looked at Edmure hesitantly. The Duke of Riverrun nodded slightly, and the cavalry immediately followed.

Edmure took a deep breath and was about to raise his whip to follow, but his right hand holding the whip was held down.

He turned his head, and the illegitimate son of the Bracken family, Harry Rivers, bowed his head slightly to him with respect. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty the Duke."

Edmure frowned. He could hear the guilt in the bastard's tone, "Why did you..."

The sword penetrated his chest, and the gushing blood got stuck in his throat. Edmure opened his eyes wide, looking down at the sword that had pierced him, and blood filled the sword's body.

"You killed the Duke?" the guard beside Edmure shouted in shock, but was instantly buried under the blade of the Bracken cavalry.

The young Duke of Riverrun struggled to grab it with his hands, and his fingers slipped on Harry Rivers' smooth breastplate. He feebly left his last words, "Bastard."

Harry Rivers frowned slightly, drew out his long sword, and slashed violently. With a "bang", Edmure's head fell to the ground.

"For the Iron Throne!" The bastard raised his sword, and the Bracken Cavalry beside him quickly swung his sword towards the Tully Cavalry who was still unaware of the situation.

The red comet is like a candle lit by the gods in the sky, but instead of dripping oil, it drops droplets of blood.

The scarlet light accompanied by the candle burned the sky red, and also burned the treetops and flowers in the river.

Autumn in Westeros comes uninvited, like a gift from the red comet.

There are incomplete armors everywhere, broken swords and spears, deflated shields and family crests stained with mud that are difficult to identify.

The most eye-catching direwolf flag was held in Attis's hand. The flames rising in front of him baked the ground and dissipated some of the cold.

Attis threw the direwolf flag into the fire and watched silently like the nobles who gathered around the fire to pray silently to the old and new gods.

The silver-gray direwolf's head was entangled in the flames, and black shavings were carried out by the wind at the edge of the burnt hole in the wolf's neck. The gap gradually expanded until the flames completely engulfed it.

Robert Royce rode up behind him, "Lord Arryn, Robb's escort went north along the Red Fork and got into the dense bush ahead."

Harry Rivers looked at Attis Arryn, knelt on one knee and lowered his head, "Duke Arryn, I request that the important task of killing the traitor to the Iron Throne be given to me. The team of the Bracken family is often here. He is active in the area and is very familiar with the terrain, so there is no way he can let the rebels run away.”

The knights of the Vale gathered in front of the fire looked at the kneeling bastard with disdain. In their view, although the North was the enemy and Robb Stark had broken his oath, the bastard in front of them was the real rebel. Belongs to the traitor who defected on the battlefield.

Attis glanced at him briefly, and Robert Royce looked at him with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"Who guards Riverrun?" the duke asked the bastard.

Harry Rivers answered immediately, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Lord Raymond Darry of the City of 'Losing Darry' has already regarded himself as the old steward of Riverrun, which is extremely ridiculous."

"Take your troops and move towards Riverrun at full speed. Help me deceive the city gate and capture the castle where the two rivers converge." When Attis spoke, he did not look directly at Bracken's illegitimate son, but only looked at the bastard who had been there. An Gai looked around behind him.

"Ange!" Attis shouted, he jumped slightly and got on his horse. Ange turned to look at the Duke, "Robb Stark is the king after all, and I will lead the troops myself."

The bastard breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up, dusted himself off, and looked up at Attis Arryn and the elite Eagle's Nest City guards behind him, a gloomy look hidden in his eyes.

But he quickly restrained his eyes and kept his playful smile. Ignoring the strange looks from the surrounding valley knights, he turned and walked towards the Bracken family's team.

Fallen leaves fell from the canopy to the dense bush ground, and also fell on Robb's shoulders.

Robb leaned his head against the root of the tree. The sudden drop in temperature made him shiver. Some of the chain mail on his body fell off, and the drooping appearance made him very uncomfortable. Robb took it off impatiently, leaving only Cotton-filled armor.

Even the black bear cloak that had been draped behind him had been torn off in large sections, leaving only a pitiful piece hanging around the back of his neck.

Robb took it off and tossed it aside.

Gray Wind bit the arrow on his hind limb and fiddled with it with his fangs until he removed it.

The direwolf lowered its tail, approached its master, stretched out its warm tongue, and licked Robb's cold face.

Robb smiled weakly. He stretched out his hand and stroked Gray Wind's head. The warmth of the hair was transmitted from his palm to the bottom of his heart. At this time, it was better than the campfire and the castle's fireplace.

Robb turned his head and looked around when painful moans appeared next to him.

Daisy Mormont lay on the piles of fallen leaves, with several arrows stuck in her body, panting.

"Daisy!" Robb shouted, his voice still very low. He raised his upper body and got closer to Daisy. "Medic! I need a medic!" he shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty," Rickard Karstark had deep wounds on his face, the leather armor on his shoulders had been completely shaved off, and the ancestral sword was casually thrown to the ground by Count Karstark, broken. Unbearable. "Our team was scattered and we couldn't find the medic."

Willis Manderly's fat body slumped among the trees, tightly holding his right hand with only four fingers left, "Fortunately this is not in the north, otherwise everyone would freeze to death."

The Northern Cavalry were all noble children from all over the world. They looked at each other silently, splashing in the stream they had just discovered, washing away the blood on their faces and the stains on their bodies.

Robb's eyes suddenly became blurry, and a deep sense of powerlessness invaded his whole body.

"I shouldn't have come to fight," Robin Flint covered the hole in his abdomen, his blood was gushing, and he looked at the Young Wolf Lord in despair, "I still have a family to inherit, and I still have a family. I, Your Majesty, please forgive me. , please take me home, take me home”

"Coward!" Earl Karstark said viciously, "The Flint family has given birth to you, the scum of the north! I feel so ashamed for them and for you!"

"Me, me." Robin Flint opened his mouth, feeling that all his strength was being deprived of by the air in the surrounding riverlands. His eyes gradually dimmed, his pupils suddenly opened, and there was no more movement.

Rickard's curses continued, "Coward! Scum!"

"He died," Daisy Mormont raised her eyes and looked at Rickard, "died in a foreign country." Mormont's daughter weakly cast her eyes on Robb Stark. The look of disappointment was deeply understood by Robb.

The Young Wolf Lord felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body filled with chills.

"We." Robb wanted to issue some remedial orders. He looked at the tribesmen everywhere who were tortured by pain and defeat. The emblems belonging to the major families in the north were visible. He thought of Bran who was missing. and Rickon, thinking of the fallen Winterfell, of their mother and Arya trapped in the Eyrie, in the Vale, and of Sansa trapped in King's Landing.

A chuckle came from his throat, and Robb closed his eyes weakly. His family was trapped everywhere, and his loyal men were also trapped in the south.

The myth of the invincible Young Wolf Lord was also exposed by the fate of the Eagle in the Vale. The corners of Robb's mouth curved, and a bitter smile forced itself on his face.

He is the King of the North, the master of Winterfell, and the eldest son of Eddard Stark. He must fulfill his final responsibility, just like the previous Stark family heads.

Robb opened his eyes and slowly stood up. He made a decision.

"I'm going to see Attis Arryn and I'm going to let you go home."

The Young Wolf Lord looked at Daisy Mormont and smiled slightly, "Daisy, is the letter I left behind still there?"

Daisy Mormont nodded slightly, "Yes, Your Majesty, it is in the hands of my mother. When she knows everything here, she will act according to the content of the letter." She swallowed twice and looked at Robb. , "Your Majesty, we" She was about to dissuade him, but didn't know what to say, so she stopped and just looked at Robb silently.

He shook his head, "That's not necessary, Daisy," Robb took a deep breath, "I've already decided."

Rickard stood aside in silence, staring blankly at the ground, indifferent.

Robb stood on the horse. He leaned against the horse's back and touched the horse lightly with both hands.

"Sorry, man." Robb stroked the horse's hair, took a long breath, whispered softly, kicked his legs, and the horse galloped away from the dense bush.

Attis Arryn frowned slightly as he watched the figures in the distance approaching gradually.

An Gai drew his bow and arrow, aiming at the incoming man.

"Don't worry, he's only one person." Attis said softly.

An Gai nodded slightly, but did not put down the long bow in his hand.

Attis narrowed his eyes slightly, and the familiar yet unfamiliar face of Robb Stark appeared in his field of vision.

The broken armor, the leather gloves with the thumb exposed, and the direwolf emblem on the chest that was stained with mud and blurred to the point of being unrecognizable.

"Robb Stark," Attis Arryn said softly.

"Attis Arryn" Robb's tone was slightly hesitant. He stopped his horse and stood dozens of meters away from Attis.

"I come to negotiate, in the name of the Stark family," Robb seemed to find it difficult to believe what he said, as if he was talking in his sleep in a trance, "I ask you to use my head in exchange for my men to return to the north. Return safely."

The leaves fell silently to the ground, and the originally exposed brown soil was covered with layers of dark green or light red leaves, making it even softer when you step on it.

The horse's hooves tapped against the layers of leaves, making a very clear crunching sound as the leaves were trampled.

Robb looked at Attis, who said nothing, and an atmosphere of silence permeated everyone.

"You still don't understand," Attis finally said, but it wasn't the answer Robb expected and feared. "You don't understand anything, Robb Stark."

"You should not be king, you are too childish, Robb, you are too childish." Attis sighed softly.

Robb's face was tense, not knowing what to say.

"Winterfell fell, Bran and Rickon died there, Arya is in the Eyrie, I will take good care of her, and Sansa is in King's Landing, in the hands of the Lannister." Attis He paused briefly and looked at the indifferent Robb Stark. After a few seconds of silence, he smiled softly and said, "I should have thought of it earlier."

Attis looked up at Robb, "You have no right to decide your life or death, Robb Stark. A great noble cannot die like this easily." He looked around, "But you broke your oath and ruined your life." Eagle-Wolf's Agreement My vassal, Royce wants your wolf's head."

"I'll give it," said Robb.

"Please at least understand one thing," Attis looked at the ignorant King of the North. "Your life does not belong to you." He paused for a few seconds. "After you die, the child in your new wife's belly will not belong to you." It may be that among the living Starks, Sansa Stark is the heir to the North, and she is in the hands of the Lannister."

Robb pursed his lips, as at a loss as he had been when the Vale Riders suddenly appeared.

What a half-grown boy! Attis Arryn lowered his head and sighed softly.

"Oathbreakers never end well, Robb," Attis said. "I gain nothing more from this war. The Vale is fighting for the Iron Throne."

"You'll get the whole Trident," said Robb.

"Think easy, King of the North." Attis said slightly sarcastically.

"I" Robb lowered his hands weakly. He was not wearing any weapons, not even a dagger.

"Jeanne Westerling, is she in Riverrun?" Attis asked. He turned his horse's head, leaving a cruel figure on Robb's back. "We will decide who you belong to after Jeyne gives birth to her child."

"Take it!"

The Eyrie City guards approached Robb and knocked him hard with the hilt of his sword. Robb's vision turned black in an instant, he became dizzy and passed out.

Attis looked at the embarrassed King of the North, then raised his head to look in the direction of Riverrun City in the distance.

Even now, Robb is not clear about his situation and has never learned his lesson. He still does not understand that his life and death, and the belonging of his tribe, are not a "lost North" king with no political value. All he can decide is that he can only say the words "I give it to you" or "negotiation" if he clearly realizes how much value he still has in his final life that can be used as a condition for transaction negotiations. Otherwise, there is no need to negotiate.

He has never met Jeyne Westerling, but in the belly of this noble woman from the West, there is a child that everyone from the North to the Vale, to the Iron Throne, and even the West is paying close attention to. This is related to From the North to inheritance, it is related to the ownership of Winterfell.

The Lannister must have wanted the boy dead, but Attis didn't necessarily.

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