Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 44 Dreamland
Ser Kevan called him into his account when the men were gone.

"Please sit down." Kevan stretched his hand between the seats on one side, "Tywin praised you a lot, he asked me to lead the whole army, so I want to ask for your advice."

Kaifeng looked at this young man with short white hair, this child didn't know what happened, his hair was gray at a young age.

Cole didn't pay much attention to his hair, after all, he didn't grow much, and he had been wearing a helmet recently.

"I think Lord Tywin's intention is not to allow us to capture Riverrun, but to tie the army of the Tully family so that they and Stark's army cannot gather to make trouble behind us and ensure the normal operation of our supply lines. ’ He voiced his guess.

Kefeng nodded approvingly. The more he looked at the child, the more he felt like Tywin when he was young. Of course it wasn't the appearance, but the demeanor.

"Then what do you mean, we want us to besiege rather than attack?"

"We can't attack. Almost half of our siege equipment has been destroyed, and our number has been reduced by half. We can no longer divide our troops and surround them. Now they can't even trap Tully's army. Maybe one day they will come from other gates." Suddenly came out."

Kaifeng fell into deep thought, his character was nothing like his elder brother Tywin, and it took him a long time to understand what his elder brother meant.And now Cole made it clear.

Tywin must continue to put pressure on the northern border. They won two battles, and now their morale is high, and in order to gain more initiative in the next negotiation, he must not retreat.

Now they only have Sansa Stark as a bargaining chip.

"Can't we take Riverrun?" Kevan sighed suddenly. He had been his brother Tywin's deputy all his life, and even if he led the battle, he would leave it to his son Jaime.

"Didn't I remember that Edmure Tully of Riverrun is in our hands? If we ask him to persuade the defenders of Riverrun to surrender." Cole thought of how James took down Riverrun.

"Those people took advantage of the chaos to rescue him, and now Edmure Tully is in charge of Riverrun City."

Both of them fell silent. It seemed that they had won the battle, but in the end they did nothing. Instead, a large number of important personnel were taken away.

Although they also have prisoners in their hands, they are definitely not equal to those in the northern border.

Only one of the two Lannister armies can make progress before they can break the deadlock.It is definitely not easy for Tywin Lannister to lead the army to the north. Cole himself has a deep understanding of the dangers of the Neck, not to mention the gorge "Carlin Bay". If you think about it, Tywin's wisdom will not plunge into it , should try every means to lure the enemy out for a decisive battle.

And the army in the north has not completely collapsed, and the two armies are bound to fight a protracted war.

As for Riverrun City, needless to say the siege, there are at least a thousand people in the city. Although Cole and the others are several times stronger than the enemy, if they want to take down such a dangerous city, a strong attack is impossible and the uncertainty is too great.It’s okay if these are soldiers who are united in a hundred battles, but most of them are just temporarily recruited farmers, horsemen and the like. Desperate resistance.

Of course, this kind of problem is also for both sides, and the defender will not feel good.

Cole stared at the map in a daze, and suddenly thought of something.

The guards outside the main tent only knew that Sir Cole left the main tent very late that day, and he coughed a few times after he went out.

Cole's camp stood in the center of the flame people's camp. When Cole brought them the full set of armor and horse armor, the flame people completely obeyed him. They confirmed that this person could bring them benefits , then Cole will be able to sit firmly in the position of the King of Fire.

But the character of the barbarian was formed into a habit after all, and the camp was chaotic. Fortunately, Cole's camp was relatively quiet. The surrounding flame people saluted him, and he nodded in response.Right now he just wants to sleep well.

He lay tiredly on the mat, feeling that he could barely lift his eyelids, and fell asleep as soon as he fell down.

"Where is this?" He looked up, stood in a layer of buildings, and looked around carefully, only to realize that this is the world of his previous life, but hasn't he already crossed over?
As he wandered around, little memories began to flood into his mind, and after just a few years, he couldn't even remember how he went home.

Was it a dream that the world had made itself?
Cole suddenly heard a girl crying, he followed the sound, and a huge mirror stood in front of him.

Like an image projected from a virtual screen, he vaguely saw a girl crying in despair, and countless pairs of dark hands were pulling around her. Cole suddenly felt sad from it, and for some reason he was also sad for this girl .

A thread of blood gushed out from the girl's body. Cole could clearly see the blood droplets floating between the threads, and the blood thread was directly tied to his body. Suddenly, a black shadow came out of the mirror and turned into a Overwhelming black wings.

Drogo opened his eyes in a daze, and he saw his own "moon" Dany, she was with a big belly, it was the "horse riding the world" predicted by the prophet Dosh Kalin, "the khal of khal" .

His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his lips were also dark purple.

He dreamed that the horse came from the sky, Drogo got on the horse, and it took him across the Dothraki sea, past the milkman's city-state, and the black sea, and he saw the throne , and a pair of burning eyes.

He is Khal Drogo, mightiest of the Dothraki, and he shall ride across the black salt waters on his wooden horse, and fetch that for his son, "on the steed of the world" -- Rhaegal. An iron chair, he wants to take his karasa to conquer the world across the sea.

Suddenly those apricot eyes stared straight, blood flooded into his eyes and onto his face, and the bells in his hair jingled.

Drogo touched the festering wound on his chest, and the scars healed overnight, and his body seemed to become lighter.

Walking out of the straw mat tent, his eyes were bright. The slaves had already gotten up early and got busy, and his brothers and blood guards also moved closer to him. Seeing that Drogo's condition improved, they all showed joy.

Recently there have been rumors among the Kou that Khal Drogo is about to die, so they began to move around. (Kao is the horse king, and Kou is equivalent to the horse king's vassal.)
Because a new horse king will be born from them, but it will be a bloody contest.

When the khal rode his steed majestically through the various 'kas' (sub-divisions of the great tribe 'karasa'), all rumors were dispelled, and he would continue westward with the khalasa.

When the fierce horse gallops on the continent of Essos, everyone's heart trembles and everyone weeps for it. Their children will become slaves, and their women will become the playthings of wild horses.

(End of this chapter)