Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Morning dew wetted the grass roots and made the soil slippery. The gopher poked his head out from between the thick grass and was enveloped by a dark shadow as soon as he emerged.

Jaime Lannister caught the gopher, hit it hard with his iron glove, pinched the gopher's teeth, and tore the flesh.

Cold. So cold. Shivering, James pressed his right arm against the ground, breathing in the white mist, and moved towards the roots of the tree.

His back leaned against the root of the tree, his depressed eyes wandering, and James closed his eyes in confusion.

"My squire Lucien, have you lit the fire?" James' ears seemed to be deaf. He knew that he was shouting loudly, but it seemed that everything around him was silent.

Lucien Lannister trembled and said: "Ser, you are too loud. You will attract the wolves."

James' iron glove stained with gopher's blood slammed the young waiter on the head, "I know, shut up, light a fire, hurry up! I'm quick." I'm starving to death and cold to death.

James didn't say it. These words were what his attendants complained about all day long.

Lucien's blond hair was wet, clinging to the attendant's scalp like a layer of golden mucus, rotten.

James touched his golden hair, haha, they were all equally embarrassed, he smiled to himself.

Lucien blew on the turf fire he made, gray smoke came out, and sparks could already be seen faintly.

Jaime and his attendants looked at each other, and the Kingslayer nodded affirmatively. The smoke may attract Stark's army, but they can't wait any longer. If they wait any longer, they may starve to death on the way to safety. .

Lucien took the gopher corpse handed over by James, pointed the broken spear at the gopher's mouth and tongue, and thrust it in hard.

The dagger clumsily sliced ​​open the gopher's fur in Lucien's hand, tearing it apart piece by piece, revealing the smooth, tender flesh.

"This beast is not old, ser." Lucien drained the gopher's blood and used a dagger to empty out its internal organs. The gopher's body was spread out and hung on the burning flames.

James held up the wine bag and greedily licked the liquid stuck to the liner of the wine bag.

"Is there any more wine, Lucien?" James put down the wine bag, raised his head to the roots of the tree, and looked at the canopy of the tree.

"No more, ser." Lucian turned the broken spear, swallowed his saliva and stared at the roasting gopher.

"Damn it." James cursed and hit the back of his head heavily on a tree root.

Bracken's men were easy to deal with, and he quickly cleared out the ridiculous riverside soldiers who were trying to force a crossing of the Red Fork.

But the news of Riverrun's opening to meet the enemy was quickly conveyed by the scouts. Just as he led the cavalry back, the Bracken banner that he had purged appeared again from behind, followed immediately by Tully's Trout banner and Blackwood's banner. , and even the flags of Mallister and other Riverland nobles appeared one after another.

But these were not the most eye-catching. Multiple groups of cavalry suddenly appeared in the forest, and the gray-white direwolf flag completely overwhelmed his sight and his army.

The fighting space for soldiers became increasingly crowded, so that the elite Lannister cavalry could only dismount and fight on foot, and then...

The army collapsed and fled in all directions. His own horse was nowhere to be found, and he ended up riding the horse of his attendant.

In the end, he only had an attendant accompanying him.

"Sir, the meat is roasted. We have to hurry." Lucien gave a piece of meat to James and quickly tried to put out the fire with his hands and feet.

James took the meat and devoured it. He could even feel his stomach contracting and squeezing the rat meat into his belly. He let out a comfortable moan, "Damn, that's so good."

Lucien put out the fire and chewed the rat meat, "I think we should go, Sir James." He leaned on the other side of the tree root and looked around with some caution, but he was surrounded by green shade. There was no movement.

"You must go to Casterly Rock to show off your skills. Let's go, Lucion." James stood up, regained some strength, and grabbed the hilt of the sword hard.

The sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the bushes. James quickly landed on the ground, and his attendants also hurriedly crawled down and leaned against the roots of the tree.

"The bitch who serves the Lannister should hang on a tree!"

"This girl is really hot-tempered, haha. It took us a lot of time to kill her."

"You deserve it. Being a Lannister military prostitute will lead to death."

James put his index finger to his lips, signaling the attendant not to make any sound.

But the attendant's horse became the most conspicuous thing at this time. It snorted several times, and the big bubbles of horse dung fell on the rocks, making a sound.

"The tree over there is suitable for hanging these bitches." came the soldier's voice, obviously with a northern accent.

"Hey, are there horses?" The footsteps of the soldiers gradually approached.

James gritted his teeth and nodded to Lucian.

Lucien slowly drew out the long sword from his waist. He didn't know how many people there were on the other side, but he believed in Sir James's judgment.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the sound of breaking branches was heard.

James held the hilt of his sword tightly, counting his steps to ensure that he was sure to kill the enemy who approached him first with one blow.

He stretched out his finger and looked at the attendant beside him.

three,

The sound of soldiers' whistles filled my ears.

two,

The stump was large, and the Northern soldiers' footsteps were scattered, apparently surrounding the stump.

one!

James suddenly drew his sword and sealed his throat with the sword. The whistling soldiers suddenly stopped.

The companions beside him quickly waved their swords to resist. James rushed towards him and raised his sword suddenly. In an instant, another corpse was left on the ground.

There were bloodstains on Lucien's body, and James quickly stepped forward to resist the two men's double-team, waving the sword flower, and separated a distance from the enemy in a few breaths.

"Lucien!" James shouted, and the attendant rushed over with his sword in hand.

Several clashes of swords were heard, and two bodies were left on the ground.

James looked at the panting attendant and forced a smile, "Is the injury serious?"

Lucien shook his head, "I can persist, Sir James, what to do with the corpses of these girls?" The attendant pointed to the cart where the northern soldiers transported the corpses, "We should bury them and hand them over to Seven god."

A low laugh came from James' mouth, "We don't have time to do these things, Lucion, we have to rush to Golden Teeth City and return to the West." He shook his head and walked towards the war horse.

"Luckily, we have a few extra horses," James pointed at the horses left behind by the northern soldiers. "Choose one. I would rather die than ride a stinky horse from the north."

"We should bury these girls." Lucien didn't respond, just looked at the corpses.

"Damn!" James yelled angrily, "We don't have time to show off your ridiculous and childish chivalry!" He got on his horse, "If you don't leave, I will take the first step."

As he spoke, the attendant in front of him seemed to have forgotten that this was still an area controlled by the Wolf-Fish Alliance.

"Click!" The sound of horse hooves was not far away again. This time the noise was much louder than before, and it was obviously more than a few people.

Lucien looked around confusedly, and looked at James at a loss.

"We have to find the regicide. He will definitely go west." The voice of the soldiers from the north came faintly.

"Lucien! Come here quickly." James pulled the reins and sprinted to the attendant, "Put on my helmet and sword, and go to Golden Teeth City to bring reinforcements. Their target is me, not you, you have to rush there In the West, look for your father and my father.”

"Sir. Me," Lucian said hesitantly.

"No time, hurry up!" James quickly took off his breastplate and half helmet hanging on the horse, and threw it to the attendant, "Listen, remember to go west!"

"There is movement there!" the voice of the northern soldiers came from outside the grass.

Lucien quickly got on his horse and galloped westward.

James took a deep breath, raised his whip and threw it on the horse, trudged through the grass and puddles, and ran towards the south.

Lucien ran desperately into the distance, and the sound of the hooves of the northern cavalry behind him got closer and closer.

Several arrows came from behind, and Lucien felt a pain in his back. "No~" he whined in a low voice and fell off the horse, his eyes full of darkness.

The Northern Cavalry approached Lucien, "Not a regicide."

"How are you sure?"

"The Regicide is bigger than he is. I saw him in the tourney."

"Damn it! Then how come he has exactly the same helmet and armor?"

"Only the Old Gods know this."

The northern soldiers approached him, and the long sword slashed down suddenly, and Lucien's head split into two halves in an instant.