Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The light green algae and fungus grass flowed onto Edmure's face with the flow of the Green Fork River. His wet hair stuck to half of his forehead and he spat out black water from his mouth.

"Ugh!" Edmure was awakened by the sudden rise of the river water. He fell to the ground and spat out all the dirty water and filth in his mouth. He covered his abdomen, and the pain did not subside at all.

He dreamed of the scene of the defeat a few days ago. The flames and arrows in the sky illuminated his fearful eyes.

The blue heavy armored cavalry, holding the blue and white interwoven crescent falcon flag, charged forward, dispersing the cavalry around him. The horses were fleeing everywhere, and the infantry threw away their helmets and armor, crying everywhere. The servants were calling their names and repeating the Tully family motto, "Family, honor, responsibility."

Damn it, what's the family motto you said? Doesn't he know it himself? He doesn't need to be reminded!

"Ugh!" Pale yellow gastric juice spit out from his mouth. When he turned his head, he found that the warhorse he rode when he fled without knowing the direction had been exhausted and lay on the river bank, with his mouth and nose immersed in the river water, and his wet eyes were looking at Edmure crawling on the ground.

"Brother," Edmure struggled to prop up his upper body with his hands, and the mud wrapped Edmure's hands. The water flowed up again, and the mud became soft again. "Plop!" With a sound, Edmure fell into the shallows of the river, and the river water flooded his chest.

"Cough cough!" Edmure struggled to stand up and looked at everything around him in a daze.

A low roar came from the side, and Edmure immediately put his hand on his waist, but found that he touched nothing. He didn't know where the long sword he carried was lost at this time. He fled like crazy like a headless fly running around everywhere without any rules.

Edmure glanced at the bottom of the water, and his dagger was safely placed at the bottom of the water. The low roar came again, and the exhausted warhorse groaned softly, kicked its hind legs hard on the mud, and stood up with all its strength.

A black shadow rushed out from behind the warhorse, and rows of fangs appeared in front of Edmure.

Lizard lion! Damn it!

Edmure suddenly picked up the dagger, climbed ashore with all his strength, and looked at the creatures in the water vigilantly.

The lizard lion sprang out of the water quickly, biting the horse's hoof with its teeth, leaving hideous blood marks.

The warhorse ran a few meters in pain and disappeared in the grass that was as tall as a person.

The lizard lion spit out a thin red tongue and stared at Edmure closely.

Edmure only felt his legs go weak, holding the dagger in his hand, but he forgot all the movements of slashing and stabbing the dagger in his mind. Running for several days had already consumed his energy. He knew that if he moved first, in that instant, his running speed would not be as fast as the last pounce of the lizard lion when hunting.

He could only stare at the creature in front of him like the lizard lion. He didn't know whether it was cold or fear, his hands were shaking constantly, and so were his lips.

The sound of the water flowing on the Trident River stopped, and the sound of the breeze blowing the orange grass was forgotten. Edmure was motionless, with his left leg against the rock by the water, ready to escape at any time, even though he was exhausted and his calf was swollen and sore.

The lizard lion kicked forward with his hind legs, and Edmure quickly exerted force, throwing the dagger at the monster in the water that was about to open its bloody mouth.

"The tip is in front, the force should be light, aim at the enemy's vitals, and throw." This is what his uncle Brynden Tully said when he was a child playing with stones and suddenly got interested and taught himself to throw knives.

The tip of the dagger accurately inserted into the soft scarlet mouth of the lizard lion, and blood gushed out. The lizard lion felt pain and swung its tail and waded into the river, staining the water surface with blood.

Edmure also rushed out a few meters at this time, and he stumbled away from here.

He wanted to run, but the pain and fatigue in his body did not allow him to realize his idea. There were many bumps on the road, and Edmure was tripped by the road and fell to the ground.

Edmure looked up in embarrassment, with only mud on his face, and the Tully family trout emblem embroidered on his chest was also stained with filth, and it was impossible to recognize his appearance.

If his uncle led the army, he would never flee like himself... He escaped from the mouth of the lizard lion and did not have a trace of joy after surviving the disaster. He once again thought of the panicked river soldiers, the guards who were hit by arrows and fell to the ground groaning in pain, and once again thought of himself who fled after the defeat...

I should die there with them! Edmure slammed his fist to the ground. If his uncle and father were here... they would definitely be able to handle it better.

"Edmure," a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came, Edmure looked up at a loss, and Brynden Tully's old face appeared in front of him.

"Uncle..." Edmure fainted on the ground, his beating heart and dizzy head told him that he was safe.

...

The rise and fall of the water level of the Green Fork River seemed irregular at this time. A scholar had tried to explore the change of seasons based on the increase and decrease of the flow of the Trident River. But the water volume of the Trident River did not change gradually, but suddenly rose and fell at the turn of summer and winter.

So the best choice to judge the change of summer and winter is still to judge the so-called change of stars.

Brynden Tully silently watched the five small wooden boats rowing forward. Edmure Tully lay at his feet. He could even hear the sound of his nephew snoring in his sleep.

"You really don't know what's good for you." Brynden kicked Edmure in the face and muttered.

Edmure shook his head and barely opened his eyes in a daze. When he looked up, he saw the stern face of his uncle Brynden.

"Uncle..." Edmure struggled to stand up. He looked around and found that five wooden boats were filled with veterans wearing chainmail and carrying bucklers and daggers. They looked much older and were basically the same as his own. Uncle is the same age.

Only a young man standing at the bow of the boat and paddling looked very young, even in his early teens.

"Is he..." Edmure asked, pointing to the young man.

"Davin, Ser Edmure," the young man on the oar announced his name before Brynden could answer, "I am Ser Brynden's squire, the squire of the Knight of the Blood Gate."

"Knight Brynden of the Blood Gate no longer exists," Brynden held up the wine bag, took a sip, and said vaguely, "Only the Blackfish, the black sheep of the Tully family, Brynden... It’s useless.”

"Uncle..." Edmure wanted to comfort his uncle, but was interrupted by Brynden, "Let's talk about you, my damn nephew. Your heroic actions to protect the people of the Riverlands have spread throughout the Trident. Yes, because of you, the people fled westward one after another."

Edmure lowered his head, speechless.

"You and Catelyn, old Trout, my dear brother is so lucky to have you both helping him," Brynden said sarcastically.

"I must send troops. The people of the Vale are burning, killing and looting on the Trident River. I can't sit idly by. What's more, uncle, you should know that my sister, Lysa, was illegally imprisoned by Attis Arryn. I have her An autograph letter, an autograph letter that she ordered someone to bring out from the Eagle's Nest City even though she risked her life!" Edmure became more and more excited as he spoke. In his opinion, there was nothing legally wrong with his actions.

Brynden stared at his stupid nephew and listened to him quietly before speaking, "I'll tell you what a qualified heir should do when faced with these things." He shook his head regretfully, both for Edmure himself. Regretful, and also sorry for his brother Hoster, "Is the war between Riverrun and Casterly Rock going on?"

"Yes," Edmure said without hesitation, "but according to my eldest sister Catelyn, the lion and the eagle have joined forces. If both sides are outflanked, the Riverlands will fall into an irreversible situation, so we have to strike first. Set up defenses on the Trident..."

"Defense, I don't think you are setting up defense, but you seem to be the first to launch an attack, and you even crossed the river. You really have no common sense." Blackfish exposed him mercilessly.

Edmure lowered his head in shame, "I am doing it for the people on the east coast..."

"In order to lead the people, it's better now. The army is destroyed. If I were a Valley native, I wouldn't be in a hurry to cross the river. I would control the town of Salt Farm first. A small group of troops would cross the river to harass and devour all the territory on the east bank of the Green Fork River. Then I would take over the territory. People are forced to leave their homes, bandits are plundering, and the number of people you can't protect may increase several times." Brynden directly refuted Edmure's excuse, and directly exposed his nephew's thoughts, "I think you were captured by Tywin. The few small victories that I let go of were so complacent that I became too complacent!”

Edmure opened his mouth, trying to find a point of defense from this series of things, but found that he had no way to start, so he could only lower his head in silence.

Brynden looked helplessly at the dejected Edmure in front of him. As the Governor of the Trident, he could be regarded as the heir to the Guardian Family. He seemed completely unqualified.

"Forget about the war with the Western Territory, it is a complete mistake to rush to launch a war in the valley..." Brynden shook his head angrily, "When encountering this situation, you should send someone to question Duke Attis as soon as possible, and at the same time send Go to the Iron Throne to ask for peace, and focus on the defense of Riverrun. Diplomacy, diplomacy!"

"As for your Lysa, my niece who deserves to go to the seven hells, she is indeed imprisoned in the Eagle's Nest..."

"Sure enough, uncle, why didn't you tell me earlier? You should have told me before Caitlin came back!" Edmure said excitedly.

"Family, duty, honor," Brynden said through gritted teeth the Tully family motto, "your sister deserves it, she deserves to go to the seven hells!"

Edmure looked at the terrifying uncle in front of him in shock. He didn't expect Lysa to be so miserable in Brynden's mouth.

"Duke Attis only spared the Tully family for the sake of the family's reputation and the overall interests of the kingdom. It's a good thing that you actually took the initiative to attack. I really don't have a nephew like you!" Brynden scolded angrily.

But Edmure just stared blankly, listening to his uncle Brynden's angry rebuke, doing nothing.