Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Evan Arryn knelt in front of Attis Arryn. His Duke was wiping the long sword in his hand with a soaked rag, and the Stark Valyrian greatsword was placed on the Next to the mirror, the dust on the scabbard seemed to have been wiped clean by Attis, making it look shiny.

"It's because I didn't react in time enough and failed to alert my colleagues in time." Evan Aylin was not here to appreciate famous swords. He was taking the initiative to take the blame from the Duke for not foreseeing the sudden riot in the competition in the morning. " If Princess Myrcella hadn’t responded promptly, I’m afraid.”

He glanced at the Duke. He was afraid that the venue of the tourney would become a slaughterhouse full of miserable elephants, and the curse of Harrenhal would be more solidified by then.

Attis blew a breath, and a trace of hair on the surface of the long sword fell into the air.

"Tell me the remedial measures," Artis went straight to the point. He didn't care about Evan Aylin's attitude of apologizing, but about the results. "The seven saints hiding in the dark not only want my life, but also want my life." You want to force me to make the choice to kill civilians, let alone the civilians of the Riverlands."

Evan breathed a sigh of relief, "The villages in Divine Eye Lake are basically clear, and they are exactly the same as what the prisoners described. Duke, you just need to give an order."

The sword was sheathed and made a friction sound with the scabbard. Attis nodded slightly and said, "No sparrows will be spared."

Evan smiled slightly, "Duke, don't worry, no sparrow can continue to enjoy the freedom of flying in the sky for a moment under the prey of hawks."

"Bastard! Bastard! Trash!"

Baron Destin brandished his long sword. The tree stump in front of him was covered with bruises, exposing its silver-white bark. Every time he slashed, the wood chips scattered like sparks.

"We were like shrunken cowards. We hurriedly left without even touching Attis Arryn's hair. Are we afraid that others would not know that we were the instigators of this turmoil?" Baron Destin asked. When he touched the monk's collar, the fabric suddenly made a cracking sound.

The monk was unmoved, "Our goal was achieved, we created chaos."

"The chaos that didn't even enter the city gate, the chaos that was stopped by a woman, the chaos that didn't touch even a drop of the blood of the Valley people!" Baron Destin sneered, "What a great chaos, a great holy war!"

"Who would have thought that the rumors of King's Landing and Stannis's statement were false. Myrcella Baratheon was not an incestuous creature, and there was no need to murder the princess." The monk's expression did not change. He looked like a crumbling bookcase. Baron Destin grabbed his collar and it was messy in the wind.

Destin almost laughed out loud, his face turned red, his mouth was wide open, and he couldn't speak for a long time, as if his throat was choked, "This is dyed hair! This is dyed hair! Damn it!" He exerted force with his palms, Pushing the monk aside, "You are a monk born as a commoner, no wonder you don't know the tricks of the nobles! Damn it!"

"Who cares, Sir," the monk raised his upper body with both hands, revealing the seven-pointed star necklace around his neck. "What people choose to believe is the truth." He stood up in embarrassment, without dusting off his clothes, and tore them into pieces. A woolen undershirt was exposed from the torn blouse. "Ser Theodore insisted on his own opinion and wanted to fight against the order that Lord Arryn set out to establish in the Riverlands. Failure is inevitable."

A moment of silence lingered between the monk and Destin.

"What do you mean?" Baron Destin asked, with a hint of fear in his eyes, "Sir Theodore is the most devout knight under the High Sparrow, a knight crowned by the Seven Gods. He is the son of a warrior who is ready to sacrifice his life to restore the glory of the Seven Gods. "

"We should have gone to King's Landing a long time ago," the monk said bluntly without hesitation. "The Riverlands have been exposed to the claws of the eagle. There is no point in fighting Attis Arryn. We can only make enemies for no reason."

The sound stopped suddenly, and severe pain quickly swept from the abdomen to the whole body. Blood flowed from the throat. The monk's eyes widened, his head lowered, and he looked helplessly at the dagger in Baron Destin's hand.

"Killing believers who preach will lead to demons haunting them." The monk collapsed weakly to the ground, and the last thing he saw was the scarred tree stump.

Baron Destin put away the dagger, "Then pray for me when you see the Seven Gods. You are the best at following and tempting." He turned to look at the astonished knight aside, "Continuing to follow the stupid sparrow will only lead to death. Let's go."

The knights did not hesitate. They were originally wealthy knights who were close to the Destin family. They only wanted to take revenge on the sparrows, and Theodore just used this to let them help train believers. The knights of the Green Fork River only used this It is regarded as an exchange of benefits. As for piety, piety cannot be exchanged for territory and castle.

The unknowing Sparrow is still continuing his daily hard work, prayers and endless chores in the village of Shenyan Lake. The smoke rises faintly from the houses. The knights of the Green Fork River have also finished training the Sparrow and took off their armor. Pray with the monks and pray for your traveling companions.

On the distant hillside, hundreds of cavalry lined up hidden behind high altitudes and dense bushes.

The war horse shook its body impatiently, its tail slapped its buttocks to relieve the itching, and its round, dark eyes stared at the weeds on the ground.

"It's time to take action. The horses are tired of waiting." Attis's blue-robed bodyguard said to Evan Aylin. He looked at the knights behind him with swords ready to go. These people were all the same as himself. The knights who benefited from the new lands of the Green Fork River were the landless knights who once lived in the valley, and are now the upstarts of the Green Fork River.

"Wait a minute," Evan Aylin gently smelled the aroma of rice in the air, "This is their last supper."

The blue-robed guard stopped talking and stared coldly at the smoke rising in the distance.

The knight broke the fresh venison apart with his hands, revealing tiny pieces of meat, with a layer of oil stains on the surface. The knight took out salt and sprinkled a little salt on the venison from the bottle.

The people around him were greedy, staring at the venison in the knight's hand.

"It's a newly hunted young deer. The butcher is very capable. He killed it so quickly." The knight looked up at the deer skin hanging on the wall, and the blood stains on it had not been cleaned up.

No one paid attention to him, even the butcher himself stared at the venison in front of him, swallowing his saliva.

"Give me the knife." The knight reached out to take the kitchen knife handed by the child, cut the soft venison into several small pieces, and distributed them to the people who gathered around.

The original reserve of waiting was completely gone, and everyone was left with the idea of ​​​​wolfing it down. Soon, only the skeleton of the venison on the campfire was left.

"When Sir Theodore comes back, he will definitely bring us more bread and food, maybe even sweet wine." The knight chewed the venison, looked at the ragged civilians and dirty villages around him, and thought of his castle and manor. The unwillingness in his heart was aroused again. He clenched his fists, bit his teeth hard, and tore the meat in his mouth.

He stood up with a burp, pointed to the lake, "I'm holding my pee, damn it!" He stood by the reeds, sighed, looked down at the clear lake, and the water plants floated decadently on the lake.

The knight noticed something, the stone at his feet trembled slightly, his eyebrows tightened, and he looked up into the distance.

The blue torrent gushed along the mountains like the Green Fork River at high tide.

The hooves of the warhorse trampled on the ridge, and the violent vibration could be felt even at the edge of the God's Eye Lake.

The knight turned his head and looked at the bewildered Sparrow believers in the village. "Run!" The hoarse roar was instantly drowned out by the arrows. The same thing happened to the intact houses and the unprepared Sparrow believers.

It's a bit painful, I'm still writing, I'll post it tomorrow morning