Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

As the oars rose and fell, Robb stood at the bow, stroking the hair on Gray Wind's head.

The waterwheel tower allowed the torrent of the Tengshi River to turn. The water roared and the floodgates of Riverrun slowly opened. The King in the North raised his head. The figure standing on the top of the city was none other than Brynden Tully, the Blackfish.

Robb breathed a sigh of relief as the ship sailed behind the iron gates. The red rust at the bottom of the gates floated on the water. These gates had been soaked in the water for too long.

Passing through the arches and city walls, Lord Tytos Blackwood stood in the distance, and the guards of Riverrun stood on the left and right, with their backs straightened.

The guard walked down the stairs into knee-deep water, swung out a long hook and pulled the boat.

Robb jumped onto the shore, the water lapping at his boots, and approached Lord Tytos.

When we first saw Count Tytos, he had a short gray beard on his face, but now it has become long and slovenly. A cloak made of crow feathers is wrapped around the count. He looks with worried eyes. Looking at Robb, the latter knew that it was full of disappointment.

"King in the North," said Tytos Blackwood, "you are as much a troublemaker as your mother was."

Robb didn't understand the complaint in his voice, "Brynden Tully, where is my great-uncle?"

"Perhaps you should have seen it at the top of the city." Tytos ordered the guards to stop the wooden boat following behind, and looked calmly at Rickard Karstark who came ashore.

The group of people came to the main hall of Riverrun. A simple dinner was placed on the dining table. Blackfish sat on the seat and nodded slightly to Robb.

"Uncle, I'm sorry to bother you," Robb said, his tone uncertain.

Brynden Tully looked at the young man in front of him. He should have thought of what unreasonable and stupid things a young, ignorant and victorious monarch would do.

"What are your plans?" Brynden lowered his head and looked at the plates in front of the table. The knife and fork collided with the dishes, making a slight collision sound.

Robb looked at Brynden and took a deep breath, "I have no intention of fighting the Valemen."

"We didn't have to think about these problems," said Lord Tytos Blackwood. "The Riverlands are like trout waiting to be slaughtered. The Twins and the Green Fork are in the hands of the Valemen."

"Everyone knows it, Earl Blackwood." Rickard Karstark put down his glass as if drinking bitter wine and shook his head.

"The matter has come to this. Lord Edmure Tully is blocking the Lannister army from the Mountain at the Red Fork. I'm afraid he is blocking the Vale Cavalry from Harrenhal at this time." Tytos looked at Brynden, "The Valemen may We have found traces of the King of the North, maybe we will go straight to Riverrun?"

"The people of the Vale are looking for me," Robb Stark said. "I will go to Royce personally to ask for peace."

Brynden Tully knocked on the table to stop Robb Stark from speaking, "Do you think this is a war for you alone, Robb Stark?"

Rickard looked at Robb. His king said nothing, but looked up at Blackfish, listening to his next words.

"You didn't just marry a girl." Brynden Tully put his hands on the table, stood up, and looked at Robb. "You broke the covenant with the Vale. From becoming the king to regretting the marriage, Star After so many generations of friendship between Ke and Aerin, all the honor your father accumulated has been destroyed in your hands. Do you know that Winterfell has been ruined?"

Brynden pulled away from the dining table and walked in front of everyone, "My pitiful and pitiful brother, the convoy disappeared in the mountains of the West without a trace." He turned around, "And you, the head of the Stark family, betrayed For real honor and credit, just for the sake of the love between children." He clenched his fists, "It is you who should disappear, king!"

Blackfish seemed to have vented all his dissatisfaction, turned around and left the main hall.

"What's even more troublesome is," Tytos did not comfort the King of the North in front of him, but continued to attack, "We, the nobles of the Riverlands, have also been branded as subordinates of the Wolf family, and along with it you are responsible. , suffer together." He stood up, leaving the King of the North and Count Karstark alone. "You should really go back to the north." He turned and left.

Robb sat there blankly, silent.

"The knights of Coldwater City, Hongge City, and even everywhere in the Red Bastion." Harold Haddon followed Attis. "Except for a few castles that have gone into war, most of the nobles have responded. The people gathered here The number is probably less than four thousand." He looked around at the family flags on the soldiers in the surrounding valley, made a brief judgment, and said to Attis.

Attis Arryn was riding a warhorse, and a flash of red in the tent caught his attention. Melisandre was following the soldiers in the valley, seemingly looking for her tent.

"There are many minstrels." Attis pointed to the surroundings of the camp with his riding whip.

"It's a tradition before the war," Harold said. "There are even many prostitutes who come all the way here. The knights who want to fight are not stingy."

Attis nodded slightly and ordered: "Wait until Earl Corbray arrives here before discussing the bloodshed."

"Yes!" Harold Haddon's voice was heard behind him. Attis galloped to his tent. The sergeant in front of the tent immediately took up his horse. He turned over and walked into the tent.

The waiter brought the wine glasses and flasks, placed them on the round table inside the tent, and silently pushed out of the tent. He knew very well that his Duke did not like to be disturbed by too many people.

The snorting of war horses, the collision of weapons, and even the shouting and cheering still surrounded the camp. Attis calmed down a little and took out the map made by his men. The red marks covered almost every part of the map. He opened his notebook, dipped it in ink, and continued to study the marching formation.

The words Robb Stark appeared at the top of the notebook. The most obvious map marks were also the places where Robb won a great victory.

Attis pondered for a moment, folded the map, put away the notebook, laid down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Ange's voice always sounded inappropriately, "Master, it's Miss Melisandre."

Attis sighed slightly, "Let her in."

The red-robed woman walked in, and Melisandre's red eyes fell on Attis lying on the bed.

"Harrenhal," Artis repeated the word, "I've lived there before, and it's not as exaggerated as you say."

Melisandre's red robe was wrapped tightly around her body, showing the curve of her waist vividly. She walked around the bed and approached Artis. "The ancestors of the Burning Tribe also thought that the Fire Witch was not so exaggerated," she stood beside Artis, tilted her head and stared at Artis, "but magic really shocked them."

"Their Fire Witch is most likely Nettle who rides dragons," Artis looked at Melisandre's beautiful heart-shaped face and charming red eyes, and was not moved. "History records it this way, I believe in the wisdom of the Citadel."

Melisandre's mouth showed an arc, she chuckled, and her face moved closer, "History is a mass grave of truth, Lord Artis Arryn," she put her hand to Artis's face, "The Citadel is also a murderer."

"Even if it is true as you said," Artis said, he did not stop Melisandre, "playing a fire witch has traumatized you, let alone a castle that has been cursed for hundreds of years. Harrenhal is the largest castle in Westeros."

Melisandre has already put her lips close to Artis's ear, "I have felt it, the comet with the embers of fire moving on its trajectory, the power of the Lord of Light is reviving, and so am I, my true king."

She untied her thin red robe, and her exquisite figure was displayed in front of Artis, pure and flawless.

Artis reached out and stroked.