Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Eustace Hunter stroked the battlements of the Golden Tooth City and looked at the setting sun in the west, the afterglow shrouding the mountains in the distance.

"The scouts discovered the news of Robb Stark's march to the Golden Tooth City very early," Eustace frowned and said to Creighton Redford beside him, "Why is he missing now? According to history, The speed of the Tucker Cavalry shouldn’t be the same.”

Clayton blinked and hesitated uneasily.

"Probe again!" Eustace said to the attendant beside him. "Put in more scouts. How can a duck boiled in a hot pot fly away so easily? Probe again!"

The attendant received the order and ran quickly to the city.

"Perhaps Robb Stark is just faking it?" Creighton Redford asked tentatively.

"Impossible," Eustace denied flatly. "The scout cavalry in the valley are not useless. It is impossible to hide the movement of this kind of march."

He looked worriedly into the distance, "Besides, the news that Jon Bronze vowed to kill Robb Stark has probably spread throughout Westeros. If he keeps pretending, where can he go? To cross the Western Territory The mountains in the north? Then I'm afraid he will find that Riverrun has been captured by us when he leaves the Western Region."

Clayton stopped talking and just stood aside silently, not knowing what to do next.

"Probe again! Probe again!" Eustace clenched his fists and beat the battlements. "Direwolves are not eagles. They have no wings."

Groups of valley cavalry surged out of the gates of Golden Tooth City, rushing towards the mountains in the distance, looking for traces of the direwolves.

"Roose Bolton's logistics will definitely be disrupted by the ten thousand northern army." Rickard Karstark clenched his fists tightly and shook his head sadly.

Robb Stark looked at the map in front of him in silence. The results of the previous countless battles seemed to be worth mentioning at the moment when the valley switched sides. Riverrun was once again attacked from both sides, and the land route for the northerners to return home was completely blocked by Attis Arryn. Locked down, Roose Bolton's northern army also had no logistical support and could only burn, kill and loot in the royal territory.

And the thousands of cavalry under his command were truly in a heavily surrounded situation.

The Golden Tooth City was guarded by the people of the Vale, blocking his way back to Riverrun. Although Casterly Rock City did not have enough troops, it was still eyeing him and would kill him when he was weak.

Daisy Mormont shook her head, "A complete break between Stark and Royce, Stark and Arryn." She held her sword and looked at the crumpled map on the table solemnly, not knowing that they were How many times did the king read it.

"No matter what, we must quickly retreat to the Riverlands. There are at least tens of thousands of troops in the Riverlands, and there are solid castles that can be garrisoned. Winter is getting closer, and the soldiers are getting more and more homesick." Rickard Ka Stark closed his palms, took a breath of heat, and said to everyone.

Robb frowned slightly. He thought of Sansa, his mother, and Arya. The words of self-blame were choked in his throat. He didn't know how to face his vassals.

"Your Majesty," Willis Manderly said to Robb, "it is time for you to give your orders. This is a bad fight."

Greatjon Umber gritted his teeth, "Even if the Vale wants to take revenge on us, it should not surrender to the incestuous lion. Fight! The Umber family must still be the vanguard!"

Daisy Mormont looked at Robb and nodded slightly, "That's it. As long as we keep winning, we will have the last laugh." She put the dagger on the map, "If we want to attack the Golden Tooth City, Mormont will also Willing to be a pioneer.”

Rickard Karstark sighed slightly, "We swept across the Western Territory with very little loss. We also intercepted so many armors and weapons. The Northern Territory cavalry has experienced hundreds of battles, so of course they can fight."

"Fight! King!"

"Fight! Why not fight?"

The lords of the North shouted in front of Robb noisily, and Greatjon Umber even drew out the steel sword captured at Crag and held it high above his head.

"No," Robb put his hands on the table and looked at the noisy vassals, "we don't have to confront the castle head-on."

Gray Wind stayed quietly beside Robb and saw Robb looking at him, slightly baring his fangs.

"Remember that road, Gray Wind?" Robb smiled slightly and said to the direwolf beside him.

Everyone didn't know why and looked at each other.

"Although Robb Stark is stupid for breaking his oath, he is an excellent general. Sir, you don't need to go into battle in person." Kemon followed Attis, frowning and chattering.

Attis Arryn smiled softly and didn't care about the maester's remarks. He said slightly jokingly, "Does the maester think I am inferior to Robb Stark?"

"That's not what I meant," Bachelor Ke Meng shook his head. "It's just that as long as the Arryn family lives in the Eyrie City, they are not afraid of any threats. Even hidden spears, arrows and poisons can't hurt the master, but if they leave," Ke Meng sighed slightly. , "These dirty tricks can hurt you, just like Lord Jon Arryn."

Attis paused for a moment, turned to look at Kemen, and patted the bachelor's shoulder, "The Eyrie is lucky to have you in the Aelin family."

Kemen's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Attis unexpectedly, "Master, I"

"Educate Robin well," Attis said, "I am not the only one in the Aelin family." He smiled slightly, asked Angei to pick up his armor, and walked towards the city wall.

Harold Haddon stood at the top of the city and looked at Attis Arryn respectfully, "Duke Arryn, we can set off."

Attis nodded slightly, raised the long sword in his hand, and carefully examined the falcon carving on the hilt. The Eyrie guards behind him quickly gathered and moved closer.

"Conscription order" Attis said slightly, and Harold Hatton immediately replied, "The last conscription order has been sent out."

Harold opened his mouth slightly, and seemed a little hesitant.

"What do you want to say? Just say it." Attis didn't care, and walked forward with the sword.

"With so many conscription orders sent out, the Vale may have assembled. This has never happened before," Harold said hesitantly, "All the troops will be invested, and I dare not imagine the cost."

"The Twins have 4,000 Vale soldiers, and Harrenhal has nearly 4,000 Vale cavalry. What do you think," Attis looked at Harold, "this conscription order will have how many troops in the Vale?"

"I'm afraid it's close to 30,000." Harold didn't need to think too much, and he reported the number. This is common sense that the military nobles of the Vale have always known.

Artis did not directly respond to Harold's report, but said: "Only the Green Fork of the Trident remains peaceful, and refugees continue to pour into our controlled area. This is the manpower bestowed by the Seven Gods, and we must make good use of it." He closed his eyes slightly, thinking about the operation of the Twins and Saltpans, and the grandeur of Harrenhal.