Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The boar's tusks pierced Robert's chest fiercely, and Robert's warhammer also hit the boar's side waist, sinking deeply into it.

Blood gushed out, and Robert and the boar fell in a pool of blood. The blood of the king and the beast mixed together, and the crimson hideousness was written into everyone's eyes.

"King!" Barristan's trembling voice.

Lancel Lannister, holding a wine glass, sat on the ground in fear, and the wine spilled into the ground, the bright red color was just right.

The broken leaves mottled the ground, deeply sunk in the mud, and Robert's face hit the leaves heavily.

"Damn it, cough cough!" Blood flowed out of Robert's mouth. In his sight, the boar let out a last howl, staggered and also lay on the ground, and could never get up again.

"Seven layers of hell, I killed this beast, haha" Robert's voice became more and more depressed.

Long black hair appeared in front of him, and a familiar heroic face, even though it was so blurry, "Lyanna, oh." He couldn't remember Lyanna's face, couldn't remember it.

The white cloak broke into Robert's sight, he closed his eyes weakly, and sighed softly.

Behind him, Amory Lorch stood in the noisy and shouting crowd. He was wearing a golden robe. He looked at King Robert who closed his eyes completely, and then he looked away with relief.

With a "swish", the rope tied to "Lady" was torn by the sharp fangs, and the direwolf broke free from the restraints and rushed out of the room.

The arrow fell at the feet of "Lady" like a meteor, and she tiptoed to avoid it, her nostrils slightly opened, searching for the smell of the girl.

The smell of blood, "Lady" stretched her neck, and the personified doubts were aptly expressed by the direwolf's body movements.

A noisier noise than usual came from all around, and the "lady" rushed out. The sky of the Red Castle was still the familiar piece surrounded by buildings, but the Red Castle courtyard where she usually strolled and played had many familiar and unfamiliar faces. The people around the girl had badges of the same kind as the direwolf embroidered on them.

The swords clashed, and the collision of metal was very harsh. The "lady" tried to avoid these sounds as much as possible. If her sisters were here, she would not be afraid of these sounds.

"Seven Gods, it's that wolf!" The strange face said so, and fear grew on his face.

"Lady" bared her fangs. She remembered this feeling, and the blood of the wolf running in the wilderness of the northern country in her heart was boiling. Fear is the expression of prey, and she is a giant dire wolf.

"Don't come over, damn it, run!" The stranger ran behind her, and the "lady" pounced on him fiercely, and the sweetness of fresh blood spread from the tip of her teeth to her whole body.

"Well done, Nymeria!" said a familiar person. It was the person with a sword next to the girl's father.

Did he mistake himself for Nymeria? No, she is a girl's wolf, she is a lady!

"Lady" mixed into the crowd of strange enemies, she listened to their noises of begging for mercy and running away, she enjoyed this feeling.

"Kill! Follow the wolf to kill!" someone shouted, "Lady" licked the blood stains on her mouth, still fresh, and ran out with the lead.

Eddard held the ice in both hands, leaning against Jory, looking at the panicked golden robes that no longer entangled him, Janos Slynt's body lying in front of him, the Prime Minister looked behind the crowd.

"Lady" leaped into the air and appeared in Eddard's sight. Blood started from the mouth of the direwolf, surging in the air, forming a blood line, and a piece of human skin was held in the mouth of "Lady".

"The direwolf is helping us, sir!" Jory shouted, and the long sword resisted the slash of the golden robe.

"I can see it!" Eddard put down "Ice" and drew out his ordinary long sword, resisting the attack of the gold cloaks more swiftly, cutting down several people.

"The gold cloaks are retreating!" Jory shouted.

"I can see it, Jory." Eddard saw the guards of Winterfell approaching quickly and following "Lady".

Eddard squatted down and stroked "Lady's" soft fur. She was well taken care of by Sansa, but she was a giant wolf in the north after all.

"Lady" held a piece of Sansa's skirt in her mouth and placed it at Eddard's feet.

"Sansa?" Eddard said in a deep voice, with uncertainty in his tone, "Where is she?"

"The Hand's Tower is smoking, my lord!" Jory shouted again.

Eddard looked up, and the black smoke of the Hand's Tower suddenly rose very high, and dancing flames rose in the room where Eddard lived.

"Sansa? Is Sansa in there?" Eddard touched the direwolf and asked anxiously.

"Lady" suddenly howled loudly at the sky, and the sobbing of the lonely wolf belonging to the North Kingdom whimpered over the Red Castle.

The gate of the Red Castle was pressed hard by the golden robe and closed.

Sansa looked at the guards of Winterfell patrolling the streets in despair, dragged and killed by the golden robes that suddenly appeared, "Gods, what's going on, my prince?"

"Your father murdered King Robert, poor child." Cersei stroked Sansa's cheeks with both hands, "I'm sorry, your father is crazy, the power of the Prime Minister made him crazy and did such a terrible thing."

"The king is dead? It won't be dead, you must have misunderstood him, Queen." Sansa's eyes were full of tears at this time, her lips trembled up and down, and she rubbed her hands nervously.

"My sweetheart, poor little wolf, you are so innocent, so beautiful, but you have such a father." Cersei stroked Sansa's red hair and said with compassion.

"No!" Sansa shouted excitedly, "You misunderstood! You are wrong! My father would never do this!" Her hands were shaking. Sansa couldn't help the impact of this news, covering her mouth and nose and leaning on On the carriage.

"As soon as the king died, your father was eager to take control of the Red Keep. It was either a rebellion or something. I suspect that Robert was also killed by him."

Cersei looked at Sansa with pity and held her trembling hand. "Don't be afraid, child. You are Joffrey's fiancée and the future queen. Only you can save your father."

Sansa's eyes looked at Cersei, who was very gentle at the moment. "Really?" she asked, "Can I save my father?"

"Yes," Cersei said with a smile as she gently held the fair skin on the back of Sansa's hand.

The homecoming bell that was supposed to ring in the evening in Duskendale did not ring on time. Instead, it was replaced by a long and whimpering horn. This was the signal for Lord Reverley Lake to summon the army.

"The sworn knights of the king's territory! The free knights stationed in Duskendale Town!" The Earl of Duskendale Town stood in front of the army with a sword, "Secret message from the Queen! It is suspected that King Robert was murdered by the northerners, Ed. Stark and his more than a hundred soldiers are stationed at the Red Castle, and the capital garrison is helpless and needs the help of the royal nobles! "

"Save King's Landing! Follow me!" The earl rode forward, and the hastily assembled Duskendale army marched toward King's Landing along the King's Road.

"Two hundred infantrymen from Stokeworth, two hundred levies from Lord Rosby, and Maidenpool in the Riverlands did not help their lord, but sent more than two hundred people to support the Iron Throne." Duskendale Town The count's castle master said to the maester beside him.

"If we bring all the wheat harvesters together, it won't be a problem to raise 10,000 people," the bachelor said.

"The earl is very loyal to Baratheon and leads the largest number of people, nearly five hundred people." said the supervisor.

"Most of them are mercenaries," the bachelor said, tapping his sore thigh. "Ed Stark's fiefdom is far in the north, but he has such ambitions. I thought northern barbarians didn't like to engage in conspiracy."

"Isn't this what happened?" the supervisor smiled, "Queen Cersei and her children, orphans and widows, are guarding King's Landing, surrounded by wolf-like northern barbarians. It's really scary. King Qin's army must hurry up and kill Ai De Stark was destroyed."

"The nobles of the royal family go round and round, but they are ultimately the most loyal vassals of the Iron Throne." The bachelor shook his head. He planned to write this point of view into his thesis. The potential of the royal family is unlimited. When Prince Rhaegar relied on the royal family, It was even possible to gather 30,000 troops from here, but it was a pity that the Battle of the Trident was defeated at the hands of the usurper.

Thousands of kings led their troops and rushed towards King's Landing quickly.