Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

The sun was at its highest point, and the walls of Wind's Rest Castle were also in full swing.

The enemy's fierce offensive made the defenders miserable.

Toot, toot~

A loud and clear horn blew long and far, as if it was a call from the ancient land.

The archer put down the bowstring, the horse driver tightened the reins, and the soldiers, servants, and knights all looked towards the strange source of the sound.

But a flag fluttering in the wind slowly rose from the corner of the mountain. As the flag rose, the knight holding the flag gradually came into view, and the gray cloak also danced with the wind, like silver water flowing and rolling waves.

He swung the flag in the air and stuck it straight into the mud. With a swish, the two swords on his waist were unsheathed, and with his shout that resounded through the sky, the sound of killing shook the earth.

Countless figures rushed from behind him, including burly men with thick beards holding huge axes, small children holding blades, and even women.

They rushed down the hill like fearless wild bulls with a sound.

Some people recognized the flag and the armor.

The flaming white bird flag and the silver armor with wings.

The Highgardeners were very familiar with this armor.

The mountaintop wild men came in waves like an endless stream.

They threw javelins and short spears, flying all over the sky, and the people in front of them were scattered like a tide.

The silver knight rushed over on his horse. In the gray crowd, he was like a flashing fish scale shining brightly. He was so conspicuous that no one dared to fight him. Wherever the double swords went, the enemy fled.

The free people's army swept directly from the rear. Seeing that it was the silver knight coming, the Highgardeners no longer thought about winning.

Mace Tyrell was shocked to find that his army was disintegrating at a very fast speed. When he came back to his senses, the battlefield had already become a one-sided hunt.

"My lord, retreat quickly." The squire said to him anxiously.

He hurriedly pulled the reins and ordered several knights who followed him, "You go and stop him."

The silver knight led a dozen riders to kill this side, and they were invincible all the way. No one could slow them down.

Several Highgarden knights led some cavalry to kill the silver knights. Some of them still wanted to kill the enemy generals and become famous, but there was no empty man under the fame.

The silver knight took over and killed two people, and then rushed all the way, hitting the vital points with every move. He approached one person and one person fell off the horse. Some people were directly knocked down, and some were killed by the sword and fell off the horse.

In an instant, no one dared to stop them. This was simply a warrior descending to the earth, no, this was a devil from the seven layers of hell.

Duke Mace led the guards to retreat slowly, but saw from a distance that the cavalry he sent to stop them collapsed at the first touch. He cursed inwardly that they were useless and hurriedly ordered the guards to stop them.

The fully armed guards held spears and shields and formed a formation forward. The silver knight tightened the reins and jumped up. The horse directly hit the army formation. He turned over and got off the horse, stepped steadily, and swung his sword with blood flying.

After getting off the horse, his fighting power was even more terrifying. Before the guards gathered around, he tore a hole, and the cavalry rushed in through the hole. Someone brought a horse for him. After he cut down several guards beside him, he quickly got on the horse and continued to charge.

Mace Tyrell watched the silver knight coming straight towards him.

He kicked the spurs tightly, forcing the horse to speed up. Several servants beside him stepped forward to stop them. After a few handovers, they all fell off the horse. The silver knight held the sword behind him with one hand and sprinted with the sword and the rope with the other hand.

Mace gritted his teeth, picked up his sword and turned to meet the enemy. He, Mace Tyrell, was also a famous knight in the Seven Kingdoms.

The soldiers saw their commander being knocked off his horse by the silver knight with a sword in one round, and then all the rose flags were cut down. Seeing the main general's flag fall, there was no intention to resist at this time. The battle was over.

The free people shouted "Long live" loudly, and there was a boiling atmosphere on Storm's End. They defeated the Highgardeners again.

A large number of Highgardeners surrendered and were captured, and the Flame People picked up equipment on the battlefield.

The captives whose weapons were confiscated were supervised by the guards to clean up the war.

Ravens were flying around on the branches, and from time to time they flew down to peck at the corpses.

Repair the city walls, rebuild the drawbridge, and clean the moat.

After the victory, there are still many things to do.

Lord Mace, tied up and riding on a horse, finally woke up after being unconscious for a while.

He was no longer thinking about washing away the shame of the past. He only thought about whether the enemy would kill him.

He walked over the drawbridge. The gate of Storm's End was open, and people were stopping to watch.

Mace saw the angry eyes of those people, and a piece of mud hit his face. The soldiers who were responsible for escorting them shouted in that direction.

But a few pieces of mud and stones still hit him.

The front yard of the castle was full of wounded, but there was still a path. When he walked here, those eyes were once again focused on Mace. He heard someone cheering, and he saw those who were burned or missing limbs shouting:

"Long live the lord!"

"Long live Julius!"

He and his captured knights were in a line and led by a team of gun-wielding guards to the dungeon of Storm's End. During the period, he passed through the hall with the door open and saw the antler chair in the main seat.

Mace had a cage to himself.

After him, another cavalry entered the castle. In front of the team was a silver-armored knight. His hair and armor shone against each other in the sunset. Wherever he went, he was greeted by waves of whistling.

Countless people stood up to salute.

Cole walked straight to the antler chair in the hall, lifted his cloak and sat on the main seat, put his helmet on the table, waved his hand, and everyone sat down.

"Tell me what happened after I left?"

Camillo stood up and reported the big and small things in the Wind's End.

After understanding everything, he rewarded the people who defended the city.

Although Gilbert felt humiliated that Cole did not trust him, his divine soldiers still convinced the knight and dispelled his complaints.

The next day, Cole rewarded the entire army and promised that everyone's gains in the war would be private property.

He led the leaders of the Flame People to the Royal Forest in person. He fulfilled his promise and let them settle there.

At this moment, the Flame People once again shouted the title of the Flame King.

A few hundred people like Shaga could have disturbed Stannis' army in the King's Forest, but now there were four thousand freemen in front of them. When they entered the King's Forest, the road was blocked. No army could easily pass through the King's Forest again, unless it was Cole.

In order to transport all the freemen to the King's Forest, he made two trips and hired all the ships in White Harbor. Of course, this was also inseparable from the help of Earl Manderly. He agreed to pay on credit, and Cole also used a piece of territory on the Lambourn River as a deposit.

Anyway, he hasn't taken over the land yet, and it's still unclear who owns it now.