Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Alister Florent stood at the head of the Bitter Bridge, stroking the battlements made of stone piers with both hands, looking down at the Brightwater City army gathered by the bridge, Florent's red and gold fox battle flag fluttering.

The Florentine patriarch nodded with satisfaction. He turned to Count Lorent Casway and nodded slightly, "I'm sorry to trouble you these days, Count."

The owner of Bitterbridge looked frail, and he was used to being young and thin, but Allister had never seen such a slender face like his, with messy brown hair forming a swirl on his forehead.

Lorent Casway raised his arms that were obviously uneven in length. It is said that when he was young, his arms were broken with a hammer by an unknown blacksmith's son of the Casway family. Lister was respectful in front of him, "They are all serving the kingdom."

There was an obvious falsehood in his tone, and Allister thought to himself, For which kingdom, and who is the king? But he didn't want to pursue it too much.

The walls of Bitterbridge Castle were not high. Allister looked down at the city and saw that his eldest son Aleken was fully armed, and his brand-new armor was dazzling in the sunlight.

"Count Alister Florent!" Alekhon shouted loudly, "The entire Florentine army has gathered and is ready to march at any time!"

Allister nodded slightly, looking at the rising sun, calculating the time in his mind.

Laurent Caswell looked at his back with some hesitation. Allister noticed these looks. I am afraid that Count Caswell could not wait for him to leave.

Allister didn't think too much, but focused his attention on Aleken, who was waiting anxiously below the city.

Wait, Allister felt a little sarcastic in his heart. He calmly counted the number of Florentine flags. His talent in this area has not faded since he was a child, and it didn't take long for him to get the result.

There are about a thousand flags, including the personal flags of the knights, the flags of the vassals of Brightwater City, and flags with various functions... Allister closed his eyes. He was not surprised. Since his second brother Yaser brought most of them to When the news came that the infantry from Liangshui City had taken them to the Blackwater River and participated in a battle that he thought was evenly matched but turned into a one-sided massacre, he had a certain estimate of the limits of Liangshui City.

Stannis is doomed, and he will never sit on the Iron Throne. But Allister didn't want to betray the lord. Florent was probably highly bound to Stannis in everyone's eyes, but the fact was right in front of him and he couldn't avoid it.

He looked at Alken, who was acting more and more eagerly, and sighed inwardly.

"I have always respected honor, Lord Caswell." Allister said suddenly.

Laurent blinked and looked at Allister in a daze, not knowing what Count Florent wanted to express.

After Allister finished speaking, he remained silent and seemed not to want Lorent to respond.

He turned his gaze towards the distance, where there was faint dust billowing. Allister tensed his body and kept a solemn expression on his face.

The dust was getting closer and closer, and the Florentine army under the city wall began to become restless. It is impossible for a well-trained army to be unaware of such a big movement.

Alken looked into the distance, and the stone in his heart suddenly dropped. He raised his head to look at his father, but the astonishment he had guessed earlier did not appear on his father's face. He couldn't help but frown. His father stood at the top of the city and looked calmly into the distance.

Tyrell's golden rose flag almost occupies the other side of the Mander River. Countless knights stand on the edge of the river, their spears tilted, and their cold plate armor facing Florentine's military formation.

Allister looked at Tyrell's army coldly. His own army was like an ant in front of Highgarden. His tense body finally relaxed. He turned to look at the astonished Earl of Caswell, "I always Loyalty to King Stannis seems to be an advantage over the enemy.”

It was not just an illusion or a misjudgment on his part. Laurent felt that there was a hint of relaxation in Allister's words.

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A curtain of rain hung in the air, pouring down from the gray canopy.

"Broken Sword" Timon threw the soaked leather gloves under the horse, and held the hilt of the sword tightly with his whitened hands. It was wrapped with layers of white cloth, and the sword became much heavier.

"Help!"

The Lannister soldiers scattered around the camp ran away, but their legs could not be faster than their four hooves.

Timon's broken sword drew a wonderful arc in the mid-air on the horse's back. Blood and raindrops were turbid. The cry for help stopped abruptly and was completely covered by the sound of rain.

He stretched his palms to the war horse's neck and rubbed the rain-soaked hair on his temples. Then he took out the short knife from his leather boots and twisted his waist exaggeratedly. He deliberately took off the heavy chain armor and did not choose to replace it. The plate armor that restricted movement was replaced by cloth armor favored by mercenaries, with some iron sheets padded inside for simple protection.

The short knife cut through the neck, and the Lannister red-robed soldiers who were overtaken by Timon's horse fell one by one into the rain.

Timon gasped and turned his head to glance at the melee of knights in the distance.

Familiar figures fell off their horses one by one, including that damn Bonifer Hasti of the Hundred-man Holy War. Timon couldn't hold back the smile at the corner of his mouth, but before he could let out his trademark unbridled laugh, his legs The pain instantly swept through the nerves.

"Damn it!" Timon felt that everything in his vision was turned upside down. The war horse fell in pain and threw himself to the ground.

Following Stannis is really just suffering! Timon endured the pain in his feet, and the bright spearhead suddenly appeared in front of him. He turned over suddenly, and the short knife swung slightly in his hand, hitting the opponent's calf directly.

"Long live King Stannis!"

There was another shout in the distance, and Timon suddenly relaxed a lot. According to his observation, whenever this sound appeared, the Lannister army would often retreat far away, and his pressure would suddenly decrease.

Stannis's crowned stag banner appeared in the rain. Nearly a hundred cavalry broke through the Lannister infantry who had finally withstood the pressure. Countless wails appeared in the distance.

Timon pulled the short spear with his backhand, aimed the spearhead at the enemy's head, and stabbed it in hard.

He looked up at Stannis's army, which seemed to be deserted. Countless tents were trampled and opened by cavalry, searching for traces of the old lion.

"Chinese army camp!" Bonifer shouted loudly, pointing forward.

Timon spat, snatched the short spear from the corpse's hand, "Kill!~" The blood in his body seemed to be boiling, Timon shouted and rushed towards the camp.

Lannister's red-robed guard stopped in front of him, suppressing his fear and confronting Timon and Bonifer.

"Pray for strangers early!"

Timon shouted loudly, and the short spear had pierced a man's neck.

Not to be outdone, Bonifer's long sword pierced the other man's back, piercing down the enemy's back like an ancient execution.

Timon opened the tent, and there wasn't even a wine glass on the empty long table.

"Where is Tywin?" Bonifer asked loudly.

"If you don't find the gold shit, I'm afraid this is a damn unsolved mystery!" Timon yelled angrily.

"Boom!"

Uneasy drumbeats sounded from everywhere. Timon licked the enemy's blood and turned to look at Bonifer, who was also hesitant.

"It's the Lannister army," Bonifer's tone was quite calm, "I'm afraid we were found by their main force."

Timon walked out of the camp, Stannis pulled the reins and looked around. Lannister's golden lion banner almost filled the entire rain curtain.

He looked at the king and tightened his grip on the sword.