Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 18

The wind and snow intensified, and the sky and the earth were white under the waning moon. Cole walked against the wind, but there was no chill at all.

He walked on the king's road and went south, whether he was going to King's Landing, Casterly Rock, or even Dragonstone Island, there was always a place that could accommodate him, even if it was Dorne.

Except for the sound of snowflakes falling, there was silence all around.

I don't know how long I walked, but anyway, looking far and wide, there was chaos.

At this time, there was the sound of horseshoes rattling, who was on the way so late, he turned his head, only to hear the sound of sharp arrows piercing the space, and a gust of wind rushed past his ears.

In the haze, Cole saw a figure holding a bow like a moon, pulling the string on the horse, and looking straight over.

The man drew another arrow from the quiver under the horse.

No matter how much he hesitated, he knew that this person came from an ill-intentioned person. The Eye of Time and Space opened up for a moment, and the scattered snowflakes paused in midair.

The eye of time and space not only slowed down time, but also allowed Cole to see farther and clearer, and Theon Greyjoy's face was reflected in his pupils.

It was him, he didn't understand why this person repeatedly made things difficult for him in Winterfell, and now he wanted to kill him even more.

Time resumed, and Sean bent his bow and set his arrows freely. Ironmen have always been known for their bows and arrows, and as the future king of the Ironmen, he also put a lot of effort into using bows and arrows.

At least it was easy to kill this kid at this distance. He released the arrow, and he confidently watched the trajectory of the arrow feathers to attack Cole.

He deliberately aimed at the head, and he could pass through the kid's head without a blinking iron awl.

Turning his head, the arrow passed by the side of the neck, and Cole walked up slowly, with one hand bent behind his back to grab the sword.

"Good luck." Sean spat secretly, and continued to draw the bow and set the arrow.

With a whimper, Cole turned around to dodge the arrow again, and Theon finally knew how extraordinary this kid was.

Pulling out two arrows in a row, and firing them in succession, he thought to himself, "See how you hide."

Cole turned his head and waved his sword, and the two arrows were shot away and dodged one after another.

"Damn it." Theon pulled the horse rope tightly and rode his horse back. The distance between the two was less than ten feet.

Cole rushed up, and before the horse could move, he raised his sword and cut through the snow, approaching Theon on the horse.

He was startled, held the bow to resist, the sound of the string broke, and he pulled it away with a snap, even the bow was chopped into two pieces.

Theon fell off the horse in response, but Cole would not hold back his hand, and killed him again with his sword.

Seeing Han Mang attacking, Theon remained calm despite his impatience, and took Cole's ankle with a broken bow, but it had little effect.

Kerti stabbed fiercely with his sword, straight to the death hand.

Theon stretched out his hand to grab the blade, and the fur glove was pierced instantly. Pain came from the palm of his hand, and he suddenly regretted that he shouldn't be so reckless.

The blade was getting closer and closer to his chest, and Sean gritted his teeth, pushed the blade aside forcefully, turned and rolled, rolled several times on the snow, and then quickly climbed up.

He drew out the iron sword at his waist, half-bowed to stabilize his lower body, and moved left and right to spread out his posture, which was exactly what Jon gave Cole.

"You really are an extraordinary cook." His hands were shaking, and the blood dripped onto the snow along with the hilt of the sword, turning black and pale.

It was originally hazy, with a dull blue light mixed with white, and the bright red was just a little black.

"Theon of the Greyjoy family, we shouldn't have any enmity, right? We were aggressive in the hall, and now we attack with bows and arrows. Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

"Bah~" He spat out a mouthful of blood, and just fell off the horse and landed on his face. "Ironmen don't need a reason to do things. Force is better than hard work. If you want to blame, blame the inappropriate things on you."

There was something on Cole that caught his eye, a tattered cook's shirt, a pair of night watchman's tattered leather boots, and "Winter Night", so it turned out to be his sword.

"Hmph, it turned out to be greedy." Cole stepped on the snow, "Greedy has to be ready to accept retribution."

A round of sword light was like a waning moon, and Sean swung his sword to block, only to feel his arm being pulled violently, the wound in his palm split open crazily, and blood arrived and fell.

Cole held the sword in both hands, and the afterimages of the cold light were as dense as stars in the sky. Theon struggled to block, and felt that his hands were about to be abolished every time.

Theon exclaimed in his heart, "What kind of monster is this!"

"Oops," he was startled, Cole's sword actually changed its trajectory, cutting towards his thigh like a dexterous silver thread.

"Ah!" With a scream, Theon fell to the ground in pain, the sword fell off, and he hugged his blood-stained thigh and wailed.

Cole kicked his sword away and stepped forward.

Every step was like a loud bang in Theon's heart. His face was full of fear, and he shouted in his heart: No, he can't die. He still wants to inherit the Iron Islands and become the High King of the Ironborn.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me. Please." He cried bitterly, begging humblely.

Cole pointed out that he would not be merciless in the face of the enemy, and there was no need to keep this kind of stuff. Killing it might be a big favor to Robb Stark.

Theon often squinted his smiling eyes and stared in horror. His mouth was wide open, tears were streaming down his nose, and his nose flowed into his mouth. He stared closely at the cold blue light approaching under the moonlight.

At this moment, he felt that death was so near, until he shouted like an oracle from the gods, "Stop!"

The horse's hooves galloped, causing the world to tremble. Cole stopped the blade, turned his head to look at the passerby, and sighed in his heart: It seems that these two or five pups can't be knocked off.

A group of northern cavalry surrounded Cole and Theon.

As soon as the blade was retracted, Cole looked up at Robb Stark, and then turned around without saying a word.Pushing aside the cavalry, he walked towards Theon's horse.

He got on his horse and called out to Theon Greyjoy, who was lying on the ground, "Spare your life and do it for yourself."

The cavalry tried to stop him, but Robb Stark stopped him, and they watched him ride away until he disappeared into the sky.

"If you don't help me up, then you will have to bring a corpse back." Theon groaned in pain.

At this time, Robb Stark only felt that Theon, who had always been clever in the past, looked so stupid, but after all, in the name of his brother, he ordered his men to take Theon with him, and then turned back to Winterfell.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Robb confronted him along the way. "I've acquitted him. Are you trying to discredit Stark?"

"Robb, I'm already like this, you'd better let the maester take a look at it for me first." He raised his bloody hand, and at the same time he was thinking: I'm not a Stark, Stark's honor It's not my business.

"Well, everyone is responsible for their actions, Theon. Even if you are killed, it is your own fault." Robb Stark rode forward.

Theon Greyjoy gritted his teeth secretly.

(End of this chapter)