The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

"Will, do you know Theon Greyjoy? It's the guy who hurt your face with your practice sword." Harris laughed.

"of course."

"That guy is not old, but he is a little badass." Harris laughed.

Foucault interjected with a smile: "Yes, my lord, every time I go to the girls' den and drink a little wine after changing shifts with my brothers, I can see him in the girls' den almost every time. That kid is especially fascinated by Ross."

"Theon is not just Miros, he has a good impression of Hulun's youngest daughter Beth, Poole's youngest daughter Besha, and the little waitress of the tavern, and the sister of the blacksmith Mikan, all of them..." Harris. Laughing.

"I also heard that he once tricked Bran into a girl's den and was beaten by Robb. Robb almost broke his calf with a training sword. Haha, hahaha!" Foucault laughed, a little bit Forgetting his form, "But in less than two days, the guy returned to his original shape, boasting that he beat Robb in the girl's den." Foucault scratched, "Theon said that as soon as he lowered his head, he hugged Robb up. , Fell to the ground severely and kicked Robb’s pigu before Robb got up. Then the girls asked him if he was beaten by Robb. He said that when Robb got up, he ran away early."

"He is not Robb's opponent." Cao Weier said lightly, not interested.

"Yes, everyone knows that he was beaten by Robb, but he is used to blowing in the girls' den." Foucault laughed.

Harris said, "Brother Will, what's wrong? You look tired."

"I didn't have a good rest last night. I lost my sword again at dawn. I ran a long way and felt a little sleepy."

"Then you can take a nap on the horse. I know that you rangers can sleep on a horse." Harris laughed.

"Well, you guys are talking, I'll take a nap first." Will opened his mouth and yawned long.

Harris and Foucault walked slowly, the terrain was getting higher, and the crowded villages on both sides of the road became less and less, and the air was getting colder and colder. The more you proceed, the narrower and narrower the road of Kings Avenue.

Looking far away, the dark forest land a few miles away on the left of King’s Road is the famous Wolf Forest in the north. If you go west, you will reach the deep forest of the Glover family, hundreds of miles away, and you will go northward in desperation. The Great Wall stretches for thousands of miles.

On the right side of King’s Road, there is frozen ground that can't be seen at a glance. Because the weather is getting colder, the winter is approaching, and the harvest season has just passed. Some small pieces of late harvest crops look lifeless. On a small stream not far away, there was residual ice and snow, trees withered branches and leaves, and the weather was desolate.

In the middle of the journey, Harris's hips suddenly jumped, almost knocking Harris off the horse.

Foucault said: "Master Harris, the road is rough, be careful."

The King’s Road no longer has the majesty of the King’s Road. It has begun to look like a path in the forest. There are more and more dead branches and leaves on the road, and moss gradually appears on both sides of the road.

Harris controlled the horse and said, "Strange, there is no gravel on the road, and this horse almost blundered."

Foucault said with a smile: "People can fail, horses can fail."

There is a small stone bridge in front, where rainwater from the forest gathers into a stream, passing under the small stone bridge. All the streams and small rivers here flow eastward, and finally gather in the Bailan River.

The terrain on the left is getting higher and higher, gradually becoming steeper, Harris' horse seems to be a little uneasy, walking on the left, walking on the right, the nostril beating constantly.

"What's wrong with this horse?" Harris said, with his hand on the hilt of the sword, reaching out to restrain the horse's rein.

"Are there wolves or other beasts?" Foucault also pressed the hilt of his sword, craned his neck and looked at the woods on the left.

The wolf forest is old, with a small population of residents, mainly hunting. Towering trees cover the sky and the sun, black thorns are everywhere, it is a paradise for many beasts.

The horse is abnormal, out of alert. Harris' horse is also a well-trained horse.

After a while, nothing was wrong, Harris kicked his horse's belly lightly, and moved forward again.

However, along the way, although the horse no longer blunders, he still feels a little uncomfortable. This makes Harris feel vigilant all the way, afraid of accidents. He stopped in a small town at noon, and the dozing Will also rested well. Feed the horse, the horse is no different.

On the road in the afternoon, almost no other people were seen before and after King's Avenue. The road was getting harder and harder to walk, winding forward hard by the wolf forest. The farmland village on the right gradually disappeared, and in the end all turned into uninhabited permafrost. The mountains on the left began to rise steadily, becoming towering and compelling.

This time Will opened the way, but Harris' horse seemed to be a little afraid of him, and was always afraid to move forward. Harris drove it several times, but the horse always hesitated. Later, as a last resort, a workhorse was mounted in the interval, and Harris's horse returned to normal and followed the workhorse.

"Brother Will, this horse is a bit abnormal, I'm afraid something will happen, everyone must be careful." Harris said.

Will smiled and said, "It won't be dangerous if you haven't entered the forest yet."

"My horse is different from ordinary horses, it is spiritual." Harris said.

"Then let's be careful." Will accepted Harris' suggestion.

The next day, Harris' horse was still a little abnormal, as if it was sensitive enough to danger by his side, but Harris, Will and Foucault were vigilant until dark and nothing happened.

After the third day, Harris' horses finally disappeared and returned to normal. The King’s Road has also completely turned into a mountain road. The endless frozen ground on the right has disappeared, and it has become a forest with a cold and rotten leaf atmosphere. On the left, there are also black oaks, black thorns, and sentries that are out of sight. Trees, evergreen trees, iron trees and cypress trees.

The road has entered the wolf forest, but it is still on the edge of the wolf forest. It's time for Harris and Foucault to return to Winterfell.

Going further, it will go deep into the wolf forest, and the danger will increase. It is safer to pass by the Long Lake and enter the territory of the Amber family.

This is a very difficult road. When the wind blows, countless ice needles fly down from the top of the head. In the forest, in addition to guarding against wolves, shadow bobcats and other beasts, it is also good to guard against hostile aboriginals, taciturn hunters, cavemen-like homesteaders, and snarling but ignorant stone people in the Wolfwood Mountains. A sword, a fine leather jacket, and a silver dragon are all reasons they shoot arrows to nail you to the ground.

Especially if one person walks alone, this danger becomes a geometric factor multiplier.

However, Will, who waved goodbye to Harris and Foucault, showed a relaxed smile. Compared with the ghost forest outside the Great Wall, this forest is as safe as being in a castle.

Send Will here. If he does not return to the Great Wall, but then sneaks southward, then Ed Stark will get the message of the Great Wall Believers in the planned time, and he will have plenty of time to put his power You stopped in the north, then grabbed him and beheaded.

"Sir Harris, go back and tell Lord Ed that he will receive a letter from Amon's Bachelor's report that he is safe within his planned time." Will said, "Please tell me my compliments to Mrs. Caitlin, her vision Very accurate, I am not a deserter."

"As you wish." Harris said. He untied the long sword from his waist, "Brother Will, you are the first Ranger to block my wrong carbine, will you accept my sword?"

Will looked at the hounds team member's small dagger in his hand. There was rust on the corner of the scabbard. He reached out and took Harris' long sword. He didn't have a friend in the Legion in the North. He didn't mind making a friend with Harris: "Knight Harris, I was cheating."

"Without top-notch riding skills, no precise prediction, no strong arms and courage, cheating can't stop my wrong carbine."

"Well, do you mind if I take your sword to Hearth City for a pot of wine?"

Harris laughed loudly: "The sword is already yours. You want to exchange it for a pot of wine or go to the girls' den in Hearth City, all as you wish."