iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 371 Day of Judgment
Tyrion finally stood still, squinted his eyes, looked at the blurry figure like a hill, and asked tentatively: "Menton?"

The "hehe" laughter sounded again.

As he got closer to Tyrion, Monton's figure became clearer. He said naively, "My lord, Lord Green asked me to pick you up."

Tyrion finally breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I guess Green didn't ask you to scare me to death."

It was another laugh that sounded simple and honest.

As soon as he relaxed, Tyrion felt his whole body ache. He moved his neck and asked, "Are you alone?"

Monton seemed a little proud: "Among your guards, I am the only one who will not get lost in a place like this."

Tyrion looked around. He could vaguely see several cave entrances. "I'm curious how you determine the direction. I think they are all similar..."

Before he could finish his words, his feet left the ground and his body suddenly flew into the air.

Tyrion stared at Monton, who was holding him in his big hands.

"My Lord, this is faster and will save you some energy."

"Put me down, I can walk by myself!" Twisting his body, Tyrion's short legs kicked stubbornly.

The resistance was futile, and with Tyrion cursing, Monton's fat body quickly disappeared into the darkness.

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The Black Water River flows quietly under the moonlight, with ripples on the water.

On the shore, Green sat on a folding wooden chair, playing with a gleaming silver deer in his hands, while Ser Brienne stood beside him with the Ice Sword on her back.

Noticing the movement, Green's voice rang out after a while: "Is everything going well?"

He tilted his head and smiled, pointed to the empty chair beside him, and said, "Please sit down."

Tyrion glared at Monton who was leaving, straightened his clothes, and limped over: "I must say... this is a wonderful journey."

Catching the wine bag thrown by Green, Tyrion pulled out the cork and took a big gulp of wine.

He wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "Joffrey is very afraid of the old lion, unless he is driven mad."

Green's brown eyes moved slightly, and he said, "I will keep my tail."

Tyrion grinned. "I am glad to hear that. I speak the truth."

After taking another sip of wine, he asked, "How can I serve you next, Your Excellency the Duke?"

After a pause, Green's steady voice sounded: "From now on, your first identity is Kleber, the adjutant of the Burning Legion."

First identity... Is there another identity?

Tyrion seemed curious. "Who is my captain?"

“No one has been decided yet.”

Hearing Green's answer, Tyrion was really curious this time: "Is the legion I'm going to serve in...large?"

Green paused for a moment, nodded, and replied: "In the future, no one will dare to insult you again. All the loyal warriors of Kleber are under my protection."

Tyrion blinked, and found himself unexpectedly moved. Damn it! He warned himself in his heart that he must be wary of Green Crabbe!

Rubbing his face, Tyrion said, "What exactly am I to do, my lord?"

Green glanced at Tyrion, who looked serious for the first time, and said, "Your official identity is a Night's Watchman."

"Night Watchmen... in black?"

Tyrion rolled his eyes and said with a grin, "Dead-looking serfs, debtors, poachers, rapists, thieves... I heard that the Night's Watch is a garbage dump for the scum and waste of the Seven Kingdoms. It's a good place for me to go. Ah ha, my dream of climbing up the Wall and peeing on the edge of the world (Chapter 119) will soon come true."

Green ignored Tyrion's "complaint" and continued, "I have received reliable information that Stannis of Dragonstone is preparing to go north to the Wall. Tyrion, your mission is to destroy the possibility of Stannis and the Starks joining forces."

Is Stannis going to retreat to the Wall? Why did he choose that place? It can't be because he likes snow, right?
Tyrion blinked and said, "This doesn't seem like a difficult task, Lord Green?"

Given the friendship between Crabbe and Stark, instead of letting the Lannister dwarf jump around in the north, it would be better for Green to spread some rumors himself, as he knew what Green's tongue could do.

Yes, Lord Eddard who disappeared in the riot was able to return to Winterfell safely... Tyrion had actually long suspected that it was Green, the then commander-in-chief of the gold cloaks, who had secretly acted, although he had no evidence...

Green's eyes moved slightly and he looked over. "Whether it's Stannis or Lord Ned, they don't like people who are used to testing, Tyrion."

Tyrion was a little guilty. "Perhaps I could offer myself... to you for the important position, my lord?"

"Wait until I finish."

Green began to recount the intelligence he had heard from the Night's Watch a few days ago (Chapter 355): "......, although the evidence brought by Ser Alliser has disappeared, as a descendant of the First Men, I firmly believe in the sacred honor of the Night's Watch for thousands of years."

Tyrion opened his mouth for a long time before he moved his lips and said, "White Walkers who disappeared for eight thousand years? This... this this this... are you sure?"

Green's tone became serious. "Tyrion, no one wants this to be true. The Night's Watch thinks so too. But...if it is true, according to the legends passed down by our ancestors, this is a war between the living and the dead. And you, Tyrion, are the vanguard of the living coalition. What you have to do is to collect their intelligence, analyze them, and find a way to win."

Tyrion looked straight into Green's face. The man in front of him was more serious than ever... He was not joking.

His body couldn't help but tremble slightly. For Tessa, he really hoped to make a great contribution, but fighting for all the living people? He just wanted a chance to atone for his wife. The dwarf was not so great...

At the same time, there was another "voice" in his heart. He clearly felt a little bit of excitement. This was about saving the world...

Seeing Tyrion's expression changing, Green smiled and said, "Old soldier Tyrion, do you need me to help you boost morale like I did last time (Chapter 226)?"

Hearing this, Tyrion stopped his chaotic thoughts and smiled at Green: "Thank you for your help."

Green nodded slightly. This time, there was no exciting words like last time, but only a direct reminder: "Do you think you have any other choice?"

Tyrion shuddered all over. Yes, he had no other choice. He had to seize the opportunity given to him by Green.

Once he figured it out, Tyrion was no longer afraid of the White Walkers.

He grinned, "Lord Green, this job is perfect for me. I was born to be the enemy of the dark forces."

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In the dark night, Tyrion climbed aboard the Night's Watch ship anchored in the Blackwater River.

As soon as he stood on the deck, Tyrion saw Ser Alliser Thorne staring at him gloomily.

"Hey, Lord Green told me it was Lord Tywin who put the black on you, Ser Thorne?"

Ser Alliser said coldly: "Dwarf, I am the coach of the Night's Watch."

Tyrion smiled and said, "This name is really friendly... Well, I want to tell you that although I have the last name of Lannister, I am actually a Lannister killer. My Night's Watch... brother?"

"You have not taken the oath of the Night's Watch." Ser Alliser turned and left. Compared with the master and Ser Alliser, although Longcrow and Glenn looked fierce, they were much friendlier.

On the way to the cabin, Tyrion used his clever tongue to quietly find out a lot of information about the Wall.

For example, the Night's Watch now has less than a thousand members, and only twenty of them are literate, etc.

Later, Tyrion began to suspect that the raven was intentionally revealing this information to him. Was it worried that... someone he, the Night's Watch urgently needed, would run away halfway?

When he arrived at his own cabin, Tyrion said goodbye to Glenn who had been talking all the way, and opened the door and went in.

Then, he soon heard a familiar obscene voice.

"Master Tyrion, Knight of the Blackwater—Bron is honored to serve you once again."

Tyrion: "..."

Looking at Bronn bowing, his right hand habitually reached for the purse at his waist, but his left hand immediately stopped it.

He asked cautiously, "Are you betraying again?"

Bronn looked up, glaring at Tyrion's purse. "I have always been yours, Master Tyrion."

Tyrion moved his purse back slightly. "I'm telling you, this is a ruined nobleman in front of you. He doesn't have the money to hire you."

Bronn straightened up and smiled. "The Duke has already paid you. My mission is to protect your safety."

Tyrion looked at the sellsword and said, "You seem satisfied. Can you tell me what it is?"

Bronn showed a reserved smile like an aristocrat: "The mission is completed, and I will be the earl of the crown."

"Congratulations, future Earl." Tyrion untied the purse from his waist and threw it to Bronn.

Ser Bronn weighed the purse in his hand out of habit, then stuffed it into his arms and said with a smile, "Thank you for the reward, sir. Actually... my loyalty to you has never wavered."

Tyrion shrugged and said perfunctorily, "I believe you, sellsword."

Bronn stepped forward and smiled flatteringly. "Lord Tyrion, before I left Stokeworth, I decided on a name for my son who will be born in a few months. His name is Tyrion, Tyrion Stokeworth."

"I am so relieved."

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Near the City of Desolate Stone, south of the City of Sealand, hundreds of Northern cavalrymen were preparing to pursue a group of riverland mercenaries who had served the Lannisters.

Woo woo woo woo, the deep and rich military bugle call sounded, and the ice wolf flag fluttered in the wind.

Led by Greatjon and Daisy Mormont, the Northern cavalry galloped forward. The deafening sound of their horses' hooves was like dull and heart-pounding thunder, and the earth trembled slightly under their troop tramples.

In front, Daisy was riding on a strong warhorse. She was wearing black armor and her long black hair was flying in the wind.

She held a meteor hammer in her hand and shouted, "Winterfell!"

Not far away, the tall and strong figure of the Greatjon exuded a chilling momentum, with the giant sword in his hand pointing straight ahead, and his voice was like a bell: "Long live the King in the North!"

Facing the northern cavalry rushing like a tide, the mercenaries were filled with fear and despair. The formation they had finally formed collapsed in an instant. They moved their legs desperately, running desperately, trying to escape from this nightmare scene.

As the distance got closer, Daisy shouted, "Kill!"

Her voice was clear and powerful, penetrating the entire battlefield. The wolves seemed to speed up instantly, rushing towards the mercenaries who were desperately fleeing like prey.

"kill!"

Wherever the Greatjon went, there was a mess of blood and flesh, and limbs flew everywhere under the sweep of his great sword.

Many mercenaries mustered up courage in despair, but their final resistance was quickly crushed by the charge of the Northern cavalry.

The land was stained red with blood, and the sounds of the battlefield gradually weakened and finally subsided.

King Robb's mail gloves and the sleeves of his coat were stained with black blood when he returned from the battle, and a large group of men followed him, all filthy and laughing.

Inside the tent, Jeyne's mother, Lady Sybell Spicer, was anxiously waiting for Robb Stark.

Seeing Robb, Lady Sybelle immediately stepped forward and asked with concern, "Your Majesty, are you hurt?"

“This is someone else’s blood.”

Robb raised his hand, stretched out his five fingers, and continued: "Thank you for the intelligence you provided us. We won the victory, my lady."

Madam Xi Bei'er wiped her eyes and whispered, "As long as I can avenge my daughter, I am willing to do anything..."

Robb's eyes were deep. He paused and said, "I will avenge my queen, my lady."

Loram Westerling (Jenny's nine-year-old younger brother, Chapter 281) staggers into the tent carrying a large bucket of water.

Lady Sybelle wanted to help, but Loram refused: "I can do it, mother."

Robb gave his young squire a gentle smile and said, "Thank you, Squire Loram."

Loram, who had put the bucket away, scratched his head shyly when he heard the king's thanks, and suddenly said, "I will help you take off your armor, King Robb."

Although Loram was young, he was skilled. With his help, Robb quickly took off his cloak and chain mail.

Lady Sybelle had been standing there, hesitant to speak. After sitting down, Robb took the initiative to speak: "Madam, do you have something to tell me?"

"A businessman friend of mine gave me something, but I don't know what to do with it..."

"What is it? If I can help you, please feel free to do so."

"its about………"

As she spoke, Lady Sybel glanced at her youngest son who was busy beside the king and said, "Loram, I need to talk to His Majesty the King alone. Please leave for a while."

Loram stopped what he was doing but did not move. He looked at King Robb.

Robb reached out and touched the top of Loram's head and said, "Go and prepare something for me to eat."

The young attendant then bowed and left.

Looking around the tent, Lady Sybelle took out a letter from her bosom and handed it carefully to King Robb.

"Your Majesty, you cannot trust Old Frey. They may have already secretly defected to the Lannisters."

(End of this chapter)