Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The Twins were covered with a veil of silence at night. The surface of the Green Fork River sparkled and rippled like a magic mirror. The smooth and straight surface became distorted at this moment.

The sentinels of the River Guard Tower were covered with fire. The giant beast on the top of the tower had not awakened yet. The River Guard Tower under the cover of night did not have the solemnity of war. Instead, it had a kind of tranquility of overlooking the night view of the Green Fork River from a high place.

Rhaegar Frey stood on the tower, looking out of the tower from the ravine, humming a little song, which probably meant that the knights in the moonlight chased the girls on the Green Fork River, an old-fashioned knight story.

The soldiers of the Frey family stood scattered at their respective sentries. Locke sat on the floor at the bottom of the tower, looking at the tired Frey soldiers on the high ground with round eyes.

The grease of the pork hoof stained the hands of the red-nosed mercenary. The sound of him eating was like a pig snatching feed.

Locke swallowed the last piece of meat prepared by the Freys for him and asked, "Which Frey is responsible for the gate and drawbridge of Eastburg?"

"Black Walder who stole my Walder." The red-nosed mercenary said angrily.

Locke then realized that the red-nosed mercenary was referring to "the beautiful Walder". He nodded. Robert Royce, who represented the Vale, reluctantly left the Twins at midnight this afternoon. Therefore, old Walder did not return to Westburg at this time, but stayed in Eastburg waiting for Attis Arryn's personal arrival tomorrow.

The people of the Vale did not want to negotiate from the beginning, haha! If any noble lord had an insider like himself, he would not think of negotiating.

Locke looked at the mercenary at the bottom of the tower, and his expression gradually became fierce.

The mercenary understood what Locke meant, and then hurried upstairs.

"Sir Rhaegar, Locke's mercenary group." The Frey soldier said to Rhaegar Frey.

Rhaegar raised his lips, "Let the people from Westburg take over, brothers, it's time to rest."

Locke walked out of the River Guard Tower and looked at the soldiers standing guard on the bridge. Just like Rhaegar Frey had told the bridge guards before, "Go back to Westburg and rest!" You bunch of idiots, Locke laughed in his heart.

The bridge guards glanced at Locke, a mercenary, and he clearly saw the disdain in his eyes. Someone muttered in front of him, "The drawbridge of Westburg is lowered. Do you think we are blind, despicable mercenaries?"

Sooner or later you will meet someone more despicable, Locke thought viciously with a smile on his face.

The bridge guards were still somewhat disciplined. They lined up and walked towards the open gate of Westburg.

The moonlight was slightly cool, and with the waves on the river, it blew the cold and biting air to the valley soldiers on the wooden boat.

Lynn Corbray lay on the bow, holding the Valyrian steel sword "Lady of the Void" tightly in his right hand, and looked calmly at the towering River Guard Tower in front of him.

"When the torches are thrown down, quickly get on the bridge." Lynn reminded the soldiers behind him again, and the leaders of each ship repeated it.

The boats skimmed across the water, leaving only a moment of ripples. The soldiers on the Weihe Tower were inevitably a little relaxed and tired when they changed shifts.

"I should go back to my West Castle and have some wine. In a few days, when our Frey family and the Arryn family in the Vale become relatives, everyone can go to the Eyrie to get together and overlook the beautiful scenery of the Moon Mountains, haha!" Rhaegar Frey said to his soldiers.

The red-nosed mercenary looked at him coldly, smiling, and the axe in his hand shook slightly. The mercenary behind him did not smile and wiped his long sword with a cloth.

The long-arm catapult started slowly, and the fine sand under the Twins and the military camp competition specially arranged by Attis became the best cover for the sound.

Artis rode his horse and stood shoulder to shoulder with Robert Royce. The valley soldiers behind him pushed the behemoth hard. The archers were ready to go and stood behind Artis with serious faces.

The infantry pushed rows of oil barrels and carefully placed the barrels next to the catapult. The woods well concealed their figures. The woods that once provided hunting for the Freys out of the city now became the best background for hunting the Freys.

Behind Yoen Royce were all two thousand cavalrymen, with their spears hanging down and their flags standing upright. Their eyes were bright and the heat of desire for victory could be seen in the eyes of every light cavalryman.

The hooves of the war horses were tightly wrapped with cloth, and the mouths of the horses were also covered. The moonlight shone on the woods and hills, but no human face was revealed. The Frey soldiers on the battlements only heard the metal knocking and the sound of fine sand rubbing in the military camp.

The mercenary Long Ear stood on the battlement, while Black Walder's brother Walton Frey lay carelessly on the bench. The faint snoring was a habit that Walton had developed. This Frey was the best at defending the city.

On the battlement, Long Ear drew out his short knife and leaned towards Walton.

On the River Guard Tower, Red Nose held a short axe and faced Rhaegar.

On the calm water of the Green Fork River, dozens of Vale soldiers quietly approached the side of the long bridge near the East Fort, where the mercenaries were on duty.

A faint sound came from the River Guard Tower, and then countless figures rolled down the stairs of the River Guard Tower, Gulu Gulu! Gulu Gulu!

Torches were thrown down from the top of the tower, and a beam of fire appeared in the air and disappeared under the water. The river water was like a sea monster with countless tentacles, silently wrapping the bright light of the flame and extinguishing it.

The wooden boat docked, and the barbs on the bridge cut Lynn Corbray's arm, and a trace of blood seeped through the cloth underneath. Lynn didn't care, grabbed the wooden rope thrown from the bridge, and struggled to climb up.

The soldiers who were changing shifts approached the River Guard Tower, and Robert Frey, who was on duty, approached the mercenary, "Where is my father Rhaegar?"

Locke drew out his long sword and cut off Robert's arm. Before he could scream, he licked the blood and said to him, "Greetings from Lannister." The long sword pierced Robert's chest, and a pool of blood spurted out.

"What?" The Frey soldiers around him obviously didn't understand the situation and said in surprise.

The mercenaries around Locke rushed up and chopped him into a meat pie.

"Locke!"

The mercenary who was not under Locke shouted in shock, and his voice was immediately covered by the sword.

"Mercenary rebellion!" The Frey soldiers finally reacted and drew out their long swords to fight the mercenaries.

Lynn drew out "Lady of the Void" and cut through the armor of the Frey soldiers with a sword. His arm was immediately missing half, and a painful howl came out of his throat.

The valley soldiers opened their longbows and shot arrows at the oncoming Frey soldiers. The sound of "Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" seemed to be somewhat similar to the cold wind blowing on the long bridge. The cold wind pierced the faces of the Frey soldiers, cutting their limbs, chests, and heads.

"Kill!" The mercenaries shouted in unison. Red Nose picked up the crossbow arrows on the Weihe Tower and, together with the mercenaries around him, shot at the Frey soldiers who had come to change shifts.

"What?" The Frey soldiers of the West Fort who had just lowered the drawbridge looked at this scene in amazement, "Quick! Raise the drawbridge! Hurry!"

On the battlements of the East Fort, Walton's body was pierced with dozens of bloody wounds and fell into a pool of blood.

"Kill!" The long-eared dagger hit the face of the Frey soldier who came to support, causing him to roll over in pain.

The mercenaries drew their long swords and attacked the Frey soldiers on guard.

Long Ear abandoned his short knife, drew out the long sword from the waist of Walton Frey, who had just been killed by him, swung away Frey's hidden arrow, stepped through the double team of two people, killed the archer who raised the crossbow, turned around and chopped down several people in succession.

"Lower the drawbridge! Quick!" Long Ear ordered the not many soldiers around him, and he took out his longbow, lit the flame on the tip of the arrow, and shot it into the sky.

A ray of fire fell in the air at the gate of East Castle and landed on the reeds in the distance.

Seeing this scene, Robert nodded to the soldier operating the catapult.

Barrels of oil were placed on the catapult, and the long arms were stretched to the extreme.

"Aim at the gate." Robert said.

The catapult moved slowly and appeared on the hill. At this time, the defenders on the battlements could see the appearance of the huge machine at a glance, but they were caught in a fierce battle.

"Release!" Robert ordered.

Countless oil barrels drew beautiful arcs in the air and smashed into the oak gate of East Castle.

There were countless sounds of wooden barrels breaking, and even a lot of oil was splashed on the battlements.

"Archers." Robert said.

Rows of archers in blue cloth armor advanced dozens of steps forward, drawing their bows and arrows, and soldiers holding torches lit arrows behind the archers.

"Draw your bows." Robert ordered.

The sound of the bowstrings being tightened came out in unison.

The drawbridge gradually fell, and the city gate was in full view.

"Shoot!" Robert waved his hand.

Countless fire arrows attacked the silent night sky from behind the hills, making the stars and the night become the foil of the fire arrows.

"Whoosh! ~ Whoosh! ~ Whoosh! ~"

Due to the distance, the fire arrows briefly became stars in the sky, painting the final romance of the end of the Twins.

The oil stains exploded immediately, and the flames spread into the sky.

The oak city gate was not easy to burn, but it was also difficult to withstand the high temperature of the oil.

Robert looked at the Duke, who nodded slightly.

"Notify the infantry to move to the front." Robert said to the messenger behind him.

The sound of the military competition disappeared at this time, and turned into a scene where countless Vale infantry appeared in front of the hill in full gear. The sound of marching horns suddenly appeared under the Twins.

"Woo! ~" Silence was accompanied by coldness, and the horn sounded lonely across the vast wilderness.

But in an instant, the fighting sound of countless Vale infantry dispelled the loneliness and coldness, and murderous intent and passion became the mainstream.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"For the Eyrie!"

The bottom of the oak gate had turned to ashes, the rope on the drawbridge was cut by the long sword, the gate was broken, and countless blue robes poured into the gate corridor.

Although the sudden change shocked the Frey soldiers behind the gate, their superb fighting skills did not let them collapse. Spears stood upright and inserted obliquely in front, and long swords and round shields were solemnly killing behind. The charge of the Valley infantry stopped instantly, and the fierce battle at the city gate began with the stabbing of swords and spears.

"Retreat!" the blue-robed officer ordered.

The Valley longsword soldiers retreated immediately, and the crossbows were aimed at the front.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

The rapid sound of crossbows shot out, and the wailing after piercing flesh and blood suddenly appeared.

"Kill!" The officer waved his long sword, the zither-shaped shield was against the front, the long sword was across the shield, and the Valley soldiers rushed forward one after another.

On the long bridge, the bodies of the Valley people and mercenaries lay under the suspension bridge of the West Castle. The ropes of the suspension bridge were torn in the struggle, and the suspension bridge was pressed down helplessly. Several Frey soldiers and the Valley soldiers who were charging in front were squeezed into a paste, and blood splashed.

Lynn Corbray roared: "Retreat to the River Guard Tower!"

"Retreat, retreat, retreat!" Locke shouted loudly.

The Frey soldiers rushed out immediately, as violent as the rising tide of the Green Fork River.

Countless arrows were shot from the towers and the longbows of the Frey soldiers. Soldiers fell one by one on the long bridge. Many mercenaries wailed on the towers and fell off the towers.

"Kill!" The gate of the East Fort facing the long bridge suddenly opened wide, and the drawbridge fell on the long bridge in an instant. The sound of horse hooves shaking the stone body of the long bridge "click! click!" was heard.

The Frey soldier raised his head for only a moment, and the lance of the Vale Knight was already pressed against his face. The flesh and blood suddenly lost the burden of thought and fell into the river casually and lay on the bridge.

"Damn it! Damn Vale people! Close the city gate quickly!" The Frey soldier cursed.

The giant beast on the river tower suddenly woke up at this time, and a huge stone rose from the tower. The Frey soldier who was about to close the city gate was pressed against the face by the huge stone. The blurred figure was only a mix of red and black colors.

"Kill!" The Vale cavalry rushed into the city gate, slowed down when approaching the infantry, and used long spears to separate the spears. The cavalry who were good at horse archery had already drawn out the longbow, pulled the bowstring to the full, and aimed at the soldiers guarding the gate.

In the bedroom of the East Castle, old Walder's voice was long, and his messy and sparse hair covered Mrs. Joe Susan's chest. The lady stared at the ceiling with a pale face, and she was weak all over. The blue marks of beating appeared on her limbs, which were particularly prominent on her fair skin.

"Noble blood, Frey..." Old Walder's words were full of obsession, his arms pressed on Lady Josusan's wrists, and he kept muttering.

The heavy door was suddenly opened.

"Get out!" Just as Old Walder turned his head and roared, countless sounds of fighting filled his ears.

Black Walder stood at the door, his face livid.

"What...what's going on?" Old Walder's arms softened immediately, and he let go of Lady Josusan's wrists.

Black Walder grabbed Old Walder, "No time to explain, ancestor," he glanced at Lady Josusan, and without much care, he carried the frivolous Old Walder out directly.

"Hey! Hey! Who's fighting? Who's making trouble in my castle!" Old Walder roared.

The blue robe came into his eyes, and Old Walder couldn't help but be stunned.

Black Walder put Old Walder down, kicked one of the valley soldiers away, and with a long sword across, a pool of blood appeared on the soldier's neck in an instant.

"Damn, why are there so many?" Black Walder glanced downstairs. Countless blue robes poured into the stairs. There were many corpses of Frey soldiers under his feet, and a few relatives could be vaguely seen.

"What... happened?" Old Walder looked at Black Walder and the fallen Vale soldiers in front of him in a daze.

"That vulture doesn't want to talk to you at all!" Black Walder cursed angrily, glanced at Old Walder who was like a burden, and plunged into the crowd.

The long sword was across Old Walder's neck. Old Walder looked up. He didn't know who this knight was, but the Valyrian steel sword in his hand was so eye-catching. Lynn Corbray smiled and said to Old Walder: "Marquis, how are you?"

Old Walder was dragged into the dark room, and he didn't know the sun.

The sound of fighting continued all night until dawn.

Artis opened his eyes slightly and saw the cold light shining into his eyes. At this time, he didn't dodge or blink anymore.