Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Staver watched the flames in the fireplace slowly dim until they went out.

He stroked the ring around his hand, held the seven-pointed star necklace with his other hand, and silently prayed for Dafon outside the city.

He was an incompetent commander, but Dafon was an excellent general.

He silently muttered that he was not pious, but in the face of father-son love and life and death, almost everyone was a persistent fanatic.

Outside the window, the full moon was setting in the west, gradually sinking, and a faint light rose in the east, and the horizon was sewn with golden lines.

The sobbing military horn sounded, and Staver's peace all night was broken. He looked out the window uneasily, looking at his son's uncertain future.

Dafon still looked like a human-faced golden lion, and he rode his horse in front of the team.

The brown hair of the warhorse under his crotch was combed neatly by the servants last night, and Dafon's golden beard was the same, winding down like a waterfall illuminated by the dawn.

The Westerland army was lined up neatly. This group of hastily dressed recruits, most of whom had not seen blood yet, had a bit of appearance. Although his father was not good at leading troops, he was still good at training new troops.

Dafon nodded slightly to the soldiers in the audience, and the soldiers blew the horn again, but this was no longer an order to start the army, but an order to march.

The native army of the Westerland was like a lion that had just woken up from a deep sleep, slowly raising its limbs, stretching its waist, and marching forward.

Karstark's cavalry was a feint, Dafon thought with resentment.

He didn't expect that Robb Stark would dare to split his troops with his pitiful number of cavalry, and the two armies were far apart.

Robb Stark was used to using strange tricks, Dafon thought. Karstark's cavalry actually just wanted to attract the attention of Brand City, while Robb led the remaining cavalry all the way south along the coast, like a swift thunder attacking the center of the Westerland, Casterly Rock.

If Damion Lannister, the acting lord of Casterly Rock left by Duke Tywin, had not brought the news of the approach of the Northern cavalry in time, he would have been attracted by Karstark's cavalry, and the siege would have been arranged and one of them would have been missing.

As expected of Robb Stark, he is used to using strange tactics.

The North could not take Casterly Rock, but he could burn and plunder the villages and towns of the Westerlands along the way, and even plunder and burn Lannister Harbor.

Davon's face was only gloomy. He had to rush to Casterly Rock. No Lannister lion would sit back and watch a broken and burned Westerlands appear.

He rode to the front of the team, looking towards Casterly Rock with a sharp gaze.

"Baron Dedings!" The cavalry of the Umber family called him like this. Perhaps he didn't need to call him like this. He had already fled the ancestral fief of the Dedings family, and abandoned the family castle that he had been trying to rebuild with money. The money he had saved for several generations in Salt Pan Town was almost gone.

Damn the people of the valley! Damn Artis Arryn! Baron David Dedings put his arms against the horse's back and propped up his upper waist.

"Duke Stark asked you to follow Lord Umber as a vanguard." The cavalry of the Umber family turned and left after saying that.

Even a northerner knows that I am a baron in name only! Baron David Dedings wrapped himself in a cloth robe. He hated this endless war, he hated the people of the Vale who occupied his territory, and he hated the Tully family who fought against the Vale without thinking!

"I know." Baron Dedings's voice was very soft, no one could hear it clearly, and of course, no one cared.

His territory was taken away, he had nowhere to go, and he did not choose to continue to follow the Tully family who caused his territory to be destroyed again. He chose to ride on a warhorse, which was one of the few assets of the Dedings family, picked up the ancestral long sword, put on armor, and followed the young wolf to fight for the North and his own future.

He gently kicked the horse with his foot, and the warhorse jumped up lightly, crossing the tree stumps and mounds, and marched to the front of the Stark cavalry.

Unlike before, he was alone, and there were no more mercenaries showing off their power behind him. The people of the Vale did not rob his property, but this group of mercenaries committed atrocities first. Greed! Untrustworthy!

The vanguard was not only the familiar Jon and Jon, he saw the young wolf lord wearing a fluffy cloak, standing solemnly in front of the army.

Robb Stark's mind was not on the march. The previous marching meeting had already planned the route and the ambush site. This was not the first time he led troops to the expedition, and his northern officers would handle these things well.

His mind was at the end of the barracks, where the military doctors treated prisoners and wounded soldiers. The daughter of the ancient noble was willing to enter the dirty and smelly barracks to bandage and heal the wounded.

His mind was also on that night, the night of the Rock City, the night when the blood of the running wolf rushed into his body.

In the small bedroom filled with incense, he felt the subtle changes in his body, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

His face flushed, Jeyne Westerling's graceful figure appeared in front of him, Robb hugged the girl.

Robb only remembered that he tore Jeyne's clothes, his movements were very stiff and unfamiliar.

Then there was Jeyne's futile obstruction and his beast-like outburst, he was like a lost soul.

Desire is like a tide, temporarily submerging the black reef of honor, but after the tide receded, the black reef revealed the shore, shame and humiliation occupied his heart, he shouldn't be like this Jeyne is still a girl, and he has an engagement.

"I'm sorry" Robb stroked Jeyne's skin, greedily asking for it.

"Duke Stark?" Greatjon Umber's voice sounded from behind, with doubt in his tone.

Robb recovered and looked at the puzzled Greatjon, "What?"

"It's time to issue a marching order, Duke." Baron David Dustin of the Riverlands next to him reminded softly.

Robb took a deep breath and nodded.

The sobbing marching horn sounded, and the northern horses started to move forward, carrying the warriors who were not afraid of the winter.

The army was moving slowly, which Davon had expected, but he just didn't expect it to be so slow.

The soldiers in the West used spears as crutches, shields as umbrellas to protect against the rain, and red cloaks as cloth to carry bags, and slowly walked through the mountains.

The news that the villages leading to Casterly Rock were attacked and the castles were robbed came from Casterly Rock to him one after another, but the faces of the new army were only tired of marching.

Davon Lannister looked at the map, and the red circle circled a mountain pass. He had to lead the army here in advance, send out the vanguard to lure the enemy to lead Robb Stark's cavalry into the mountain pass, and then make a final decision.

But the fighting spirit and combat effectiveness of the army made this plan precarious.

Davon stretched his brows as much as possible, he couldn't stand the weakness of the new army in the West.

"Choose the most elite group in the phalanx and follow me to speed up the march." Davon Lannister ordered. Robb Stark would definitely arrive at Casterly Rock before him, but there were advantages to being slow. After all, he could judge the location of Robb Stark's cavalry based on the intelligence from Casterly Rock.

He rode in front of the team, and the most outstanding Westerly soldiers in the phalanx surrounded him.

"Each person only has one day's food and water, use it sparingly. Robb Stark's army is a blind wolf entering the Westerly. This is our hometown, and he won't take any advantage!" Davon Lannister encouraged the soldiers around him and rode away.

The cavalry of the North advanced slowly, which was not in line with common sense. Casterly Rock was still some distance away, so why slowed down? Baron Dustin looked at the young wolf lord who was the vanguard in confusion, and his doubts continued to grow, and even became faintly uneasy.

The direction was wrong, why was the terrain getting higher and higher? The cavalry was heading towards the mountains in the southeast. Could it be that they wanted to capture the city of Sarsfield?

David Dustin gritted his teeth and followed the advancing Northern Army.

Unless, Robb Stark didn't want to attack Casterly Rock at all.