Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Harrenhal's newfound sunshine did not belong to Brynden the Blackfish.

Hemp rope was tied to his hands, and a decent soft sweater was put on him. The sweater even had his black trout embroidered on it.

Brynden looked down at this rather delicate badge and closed his eyes silently. What an ironic design. He shook his head feebly and raised the corners of his mouth with disdain.

The valley soldiers behind him reminded softly: "Ser Brynden, Lord Arryn is here."

Brynden opened his eyes and looked at Attis Arryn, who had been absent for a long time, with some confusion.

He was just a young eagle when he first met, but he was already a heroic young man when he met again. He defeated the arrogant and extremely skilled Robb Stark, and he annexed the entire river land.

Sky-blue eyes looked at Heiyu, who was kneeling on the sand. Attis approached him, with messy silver threads spread on his head, deep wrinkles etched everywhere on his face, and a heavy twilight energy filling his face. For this former Blood Gate knight, regret appeared in Attis's heart.

But he thought of the riverlands, thought of Riverrun, and thought of his family.

He pressed the tip of his sword against the sand and let out a long breath.

"In the name of Robert I of House Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, and Warden of the Realms, I, Lord of the Eyrie, Warden of the East, Attis of House Lin, I sentence you, Brynden of House Tully, to death for your rebellion on the Iron Throne."

Robert I? Brynden raised his head, confusion written in his eyes.

"Unless you choose to wear black clothes, your end will be that your head falls to the ground and your blood is spilled here." Attis stared at Brynden and said, leaving a way for the Blood Gate knight to survive.

Brynden chuckled, raised his head, and asked Attis: "Why Robert I? Haven't you already bowed your knees to Joffrey?"

Attis looked at Brynden quietly and did not answer him, but directed the topic elsewhere, "Count Eustace Hunter discovered the body of Duke Hoster in the mountains outside Golden Teeth City," Blackfish His expression did not change, his eyes remained calm, "I have arranged for him to be buried. A duke should not have a decent burial."

"Respectability?" Brynden mentioned the word contemptuously. "Tully's respectability has long been buried in the water of the Trident River. He is destined to stay under the water all day long, covered with algae, and is only worthy of being among lizards, lions, and poisonous frogs. ”

Attis was silent and just listened quietly.

"Bah!" Brynden spat on the ground, "Cut off my head and take away everything you want. If you want to remove the stumbling block, don't whine! The boy of the Arryn family!"

Brynden Tully, the knight of the Blood Gate who had served the Eyrie for decades, raised his head, closed his eyes, and exposed his neck.

The Valley Knights behind Brynden looked at each other and looked at Heiyu kneeling on the ground in disbelief.

Attis no longer hesitated, raised his sword, and slashed downwards.

At the moment when the long sword was swung down, Attis let out a gasp, and his palms were a little weak, and the palms of his hands were numb from the shock.

The last wave in my heart seemed to sink into the abyss at the bottom of the lake, completely immersed in silent silence.

Blood was sprinkled on the sand, and the yellow gravel was mixed with scarlet. The black fish's stripped body fell gently to the ground, making no sound.

Attis took the wet wipe from Angui and wiped the sword to remove the blood.

The Valley Knights who heard the news stood silently, looked at the execution place, and formed a circle in tacit understanding. This was the way the Valley Knights mourned their colleagues who died on the battlefield.

"Bring the firewood and place it around Ser Brynden, and let all the knights in the valley gather around to mourn for the Blood Gate knight." Attis slowly backed away, putting some distance between himself and the corpse, and ordered.

"yes."

The knights of the valley spontaneously brought in firewood and weeds, and placed the body in the center. The torch was close to the firewood pile, and the flames gradually spread, and the black smoke gradually rose, obscuring Attis's face.

Attis sighed, touched the sword to the ground again, lowered his head slightly, and closed his eyes.

The Knights of the Vale followed suit, silently gathering around the fire and mourning silently.

Robin Arryn, who was far away in the Eagle's Nest City, was frowning and holding the family crest chart that Maester Colmont had arranged for him with both hands, trying to memorize more patterns to cope with the evening assessment, not knowing at all that his His fate has been completely arranged by his brother.

Edric Storm was looking nervously at the bottom of the city wall. King Renly was tied to his horse, and the abominable Davos Seaworth was standing on the ground a few hundred meters away from the city wall.

Cortanai Penros pressed his hands tightly on the battlements, as if to cover up the uneasiness in his heart.

Sir Penros stared into the distance anxiously, his lips trembling uncontrollably. Edric didn't know whether it was fear or anger.

Ewood Meddle stood beside Ser Penros with some annoyance, "Stannis is indeed cunning. He wants to use King Renly to trick King Renly into opening the city gate. He is extremely shameless!"

Last night, Lord Maedor escaped to the gate of Storm's End with an arrow wound. At first, the knights guarding the city were unwilling to let go of the gate until Ewood Maedor loudly said that he had the strength of Stannis's army and King Renly's. After hearing the news, the city gate was opened and he was let in.

Edric looked at Ser Penros. The latter frowned tightly and stared at King Renly in the distance. His face seemed to be frozen. If others didn't notice, they would think that he was in a calm mood. .

But Edric knew that Sir Penros was just pretending to be calm. He was a strong knight and would never let others easily detect his cowardice.

"Close the city gates tightly and strengthen patrols and defenses at the top of the city." Cortanai Penros made up his mind, turned around decisively, and said to the knights around him, "Stannis defeated the king's army with despicable means. The army, now want to use despicable means to take down Storm's End Castle? It will be impossible as long as I live!"

Earl Ewood Meadow frowned slightly and followed Sir Penros, "If we do nothing to save our lives, I'm afraid our fellow nobles will regard us as traitors or cowards."

"Then what should we do, Count Meitu?" Sir Penros turned around and asked, "I would rather be regarded as a coward than a fool!" He put down these words and strode away angrily, "Close the city gate. , Stannis and that damned smuggler will never take Storm's End, not without their heads!"

Ewood Medou pursed his lips tightly and looked at the leaving figure of Cortanai Penros with some deep eyes.

When he turned his head, he found the illegitimate son standing behind him, staring at him.

Earl Mei Dou frowned slightly and said coldly: "Get out of the way."

Edric turned around and watched the young Earl Mei Dou pass by him. Looking at his back, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Cortanay walked back to his room, sat down heavily on the soft chair, and slumped on the desk, sighing as he let out the exhaustion all over his body.

"Damn Stannis, vile Stannis!" Cortanai Penros said angrily.

Last night's candle burned to the bottom, and the black ash was lifted up by the slight movement of air the moment Penros sat down heavily, and got into Penros' mouth, causing his throat to itch and make him choke.

"Damn! Ahem!" Penros moved the blackened candle away, opened the drawer, took out the white wax, and lit it with fire. The faint light of the flame appeared in his sight. Penros took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. , my groggy head became slightly clearer.

He got out of the soft chair and walked towards the barn at Storm's End. At this time, how long the food could last was the most important question.

Stannis stared at the deep and towering towers in the distance and stood there for a long time.

"Your Majesty, believe me," Davos said behind Stannis, "Storm's End will be handed over to you sooner or later. This is what you deserve, Your Majesty."

"Do you trust Lord Maekar?" Stannis asked with scrutiny.

The Onion Knight shook his head, "I never give my trust to strangers, especially to a young noble who doesn't seem to have any formal status." He shrugged and tried to say in a relaxed tone, "It's a gamble with no price, who wouldn't I'm willing to take a gamble."

Stannis's expression did not change at all, "I hope you are right in your bet, Davos." This sentence was so soft that it could not even cover the surrounding breeze.

"We must fulfill our mission, Your Majesty the King." Davos bowed slightly and said to Stannis.

The king turned silently and walked toward the camp.

King Stannis never went to see the captured Renly from beginning to end. Davos didn't know what thoughts were occupying the king's mind, but it didn't matter. Renly was already in the palm of his hand, and what was in front of him was Storm's End is the most important.

Davos looked at the huge fortress in front of him in the distance. The wind on the seaside was like the wails and whimpering of people, bringing the coldness to him.

He couldn't help but wrap his gloves tightly and suppress the nervousness in his heart. The huge city gate of Storm's End was tightly closed, but he was anxious to open the gate. No matter how it was done, he couldn't wait.

Edric Storm climbed up the tower as usual and walked towards Sir Penros's bedroom. He was holding a dinner plate in his hand. The sweet smell of oatmeal entered his mouth and nose, making him extremely greedy. .

Whenever the cook prepares his favorite food, Edric's enthusiasm for serving food is aroused like never before, because he knows that Sir Penros will definitely give him some of his favorite food. Sir Penros has been doing this for more than ten years in the castle, and it has almost formed a routine between them.

He was jumping excitedly on the steps, his body was very stable, and the oatmeal noodles on the dinner plate didn't even show any obvious signs of shaking.

Edric turned a corner and looked at the empty corridor, frowning slightly. Where are Sir Penros's guards?

He knocked lightly on the door, "Lord Penros?"

No one responded.

Edric gently pushed open the door, and the thick aroma of incense almost made him choke and cough.

He quickly looked towards the room. The white wax was still burning, and the black embers were very eye-catching. The oil dripped on the table and gathered into small round pieces, which were crystal clear.

Edric froze on the spot, the dagger mixed with blood inserted into the chest of Cortanai Penros. He closed his eyes and remained asleep, with his right hand hanging low by the bed, silently.

"Thump!"

The dinner plate fell to the floor, a mess of cereal spilling out.

Lord Penros. A black vortex swirled in Edric's sight, dazzling him for a moment. The back of his head suddenly went dark, and he fell to the ground.

You can keep reading these days. I’m afraid that the maximum number of updates before the Chinese New Year is this. I can’t stand it any longer.