Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

"Stannis? Bah!"

Greatjon Umber spat and looked at everyone with disdain.

"Renly has an army of one hundred thousand." Willis Manderly frowned and suggested.

"Renly? A ostentatious king who was beaten to pieces by Stannis? Bah! It's all bullshit! None of these southerners is worthy of the loyalty of us northerners!"

The Greatjon yelled, his chest twitching up and down.

Lord Rickard Karstark raised his eyebrows slightly, "Which one do you support? Joffrey?" After speaking, he even raised his eyebrows slightly, causing the northerners to laugh.

Baron David Deddings sat at the corner of the table depressedly. His territory had been deprived of by the people of the valley. He was in no mood to participate in the victory carnivals of the northerners one after another. His territory could only use the North to redress its grievances against the Iron Throne. , but he didn’t know how to operate it.

Maybe when the Young Wolf Lord takes over the Western Territory, he can ask for a fiefdom? It is best to have a fiefdom close to the River Avenue or the Golden Avenue. It does not need to be big, but the location must be good. The Deddings family has done a lot of business over the years, and it will be much more convenient to have a convenient road to return to the old business.

"None of the Southerners is worthy of the allegiance of our Northern Territory!" Greatjon Umber looked around, "Let me ask, who can our Duke defeat? Who is stronger than our Northern Territory? Even ten Southerners can't defeat them. A northerner can prove this!"

"What do you think? We are not a vegetable market in Winterfell Town. We have to choose a reliable one." Daisy Mormont did not understand the nonsense of the Amber family. "We should follow the ironclad rules." The law of the throne, serve King Stannis, he is good at fighting, and he will prove it in the Stormlands."

"That's because Renly is vulnerable, and Randyll Tarit is in vain!" Greatjon's son, Little Jon Umber, also jumped out to support his father.

"Hahahaha!" Many people in the north were laughing, and many people must have agreed with the Amber family's statement.

"We surrendered for hundreds of years because of the damn dragon and ridiculous legal principles." The Greatjon drew out his long sword and made a sound in the air. "Now the magic dragon is long gone, and legal principles are the iron foundation for southerners to sit on." Why should we follow the cumbersome rules stipulated by the chair?”

Everyone looked at each other and listened to the Great Jon's rebellious words, but they didn't resist too much. The North had very little communication with the Iron Throne and even the South. They basically obeyed the decisions of Winterfell, and there was almost no intervention from the Iron Throne.

"Our Amber family has always followed the footsteps of the Stark family. Whether it's the Targaryens or the Baratheons, Amber has always fought for the Starks and for the North. Fight for the Realm!" Great Jon raised his sword high, and his son also drew his sword, "We have only one king from beginning to end. It's time to part ways with these southern Andals, the King of the North!"

Greatjon knelt on one knee, pointing his sword at the ground, "Long live the King in the North!"

"Long live the King of the North!" The nobles who were friends with the Amber family stood up one after another, drew out their swords, and shouted loudly.

Rickard Karstark looked at Robb's figure as he gradually stood up, and knowing what choice he had made, he drew his sword and said, "Long live the King of the North!"

Baron David Deddings and the surrounding nobles of the Riverlands following Stark heard the word "king" and raised their heads one after another. They saw the northerners shouting and kneeling one after another, and they quickly followed suit.

"Long live the King of the North!" Baron Deddings seemed to have some kind of hope in his heart. Stark became king, and the Tully family's choice would probably be supported. By then, the Riverlands would have lost territory.

You must know that the king's order, no matter which king it comes from, is extremely legal. As long as he unites the fleeing little nobles of the Green Fork River and requests the King of the North, maybe

"Long live the King of the North!" Baron Deddings shouted even louder than the northerners.

Weimar Royce rode a war horse and listened quietly to the small sound of the stream in front.

Harold Hatton stopped where he was, "Tywin's scouts are ahead, and they are exploring the terrain."

"I can see it," Weimar waved his arm, and the valley cavalry behind him nocked arrows and drew their bows, "Let go!"

The arrow flew into the sky from behind Weimar, and fell straight towards the Lannister scout who was trying to cross the river.

"Damn it, it's the Vale people again!" The Lannister scouts were hit by arrows and fell from their horses.

"Enter!" Weimar waved his whip and rode away.

Harold Hutton raised his sword slightly, his horse's hooves jumped over the grass, and rushed straight down.

The valley cavalry were like swift cheetahs, lurking until they appeared just looking for a kill. Spears were handed out one after another, and swords were slashed. The streams were blurred with flesh and blood, and bones were left on the pebbles.

Weimar swallowed the clear water in the water bag, gulped down, and said to Harold Haddon, "We have to join my father quickly. The scouts found Tywin, and he wanted to cross the western section of the Blackwater River. He, that’s why we put so many scouts in the eastern section to confuse the public.”

Harold was still immersed in the blood-soaked scene of killing the enemy before, and smiled heartily, "Does Count Yohn want to launch a general attack on the old lion?"

"I guess that should be the case." Weimar said calmly. Since he became the scout commander of the Harrenhal Valley army, he has dealt with similar things many times, and his head is even a little numb.

The valley cavalry raced along the river bank, heading west.

The beacon smoke is billowing, and the blue and white crescent falcon and the red and gold lion of the West are fighting together.

The soldiers crossing the river fell back, and the Lannister abandoned his armor.

The valley cavalry stretched their bows to harass and rush forward, with fatigue written all over their cheeks.

Yohn Royce's weight tilted to the side and he almost fell off his horse. Fatigue seemed to sweep over his body, and he gasped for air.

Robert and Weimar rushed forward to help John.

The defeated Lannister army was on the other side, and the Vale Cavalry stood quietly, waiting for Jon's orders.

"Where is Tywin?" Jon gasped.

Robert pursed his lips slightly, "Tywin put two thousand men here to forcibly cross the Blackwater River, covering himself to move west along the river, then turned south to the Golden Road, attacked the Reach military camp that was harassing them, and broke out from the south. , close to the west."

"Ahem!" Jon coughed lightly, "So many people have died, and our family has really spent a lot of money."

Robert comforted softly, "Father, it doesn't have to be like this. Davon Lannister can't trap the Young Wolf Lord's cavalry at all. I think he will win soon."

"Yes," Jon thought of Yassina's engagement with Robb Stark. "The rewards are great. We are the key to the Valley and the Northern Alliance. We must not be careless."

"Weimar," Jon called Weimar softly, and the latter looked at his father. "Send more scouts across the river to hold on to the army in the Western Territory. Tell me all the news about them before they enter the mountains of the Western Territory."

"Yes." Weimar nodded slightly and looked towards the other side of the river.

Jenny unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her smooth and flawless back.

Robb put his arms around her neck and kissed Jeyne's temple with his lips, "I became a king."

"I know." Jeyne turned around and hugged Robb tightly. "Congratulations. I heard that there is no army in the West to stop you."

"Yes." Robb pressed her under him, snuggled up and kissed her,

"I need medicine, many medicines. You have brought many children, younger than me, and so are the Lannister captives." Jeyne closed her eyes and said to Robb.

"I'll give you whatever you want, Jeyne," Robblock said to her, sealing his lips. "I love you."

"Me too." Jenny's lips were sealed, making it difficult to respond.

Robb thought of the girl in the Vale whom he had never met. He became the king, but the queen was someone he had never met.

It's not fair, to a true king, Robb thought, but it's an agreement

The alliance between the wolf and the eagle is natural, and the friendship does not need to be so combined to show its depth. After all, isn't Arya also engaged to Robin? This was enough. Robb thought about his achievements in the West again. He believed that these achievements were enough to demonstrate his importance.

This teenage boy is as young as a girl who is inexperienced in the world. His emotional spark is bright enough and he will definitely be favored by the minstrel, but if he is a little negligent, he can also be burned.