Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

Storm's End is a huge tower.

After centuries of transformation, this castle has strong defense and a certain degree of living.

The stones of the castle's inner wall are extremely smooth. As the palace of the Storm King, its structure is similar to a small town rather than a simple war fortress.

The town outside the castle is full of soldiers and merchants, as well as farmers going to the market and prostitutes with smiling faces.

Cole rode through the dirty and muddy streets, and pedestrians retreated and saluted.

Chaos, shouting, the sound of carriages, and clever laughter.

Although Cole is not a pretentious person, he has also experienced not taking a bath for many years on the Great Wall.

But the environment of Storm's End is really terrible.

The rotten black mud mixed with the stench of feces and urine, the morning mist just dissipated, and the air still smelled wet.

Only a little bit of sunlight shone through the clouds. The horse's hooves sank into the mud with a clatter, raising clumps of black mud, some of which splashed on the horse's legs and some on his cloak covering the horse's tail.

He could still tolerate all this. The only thing that made Cole frown and annoyed was the dead rats that rotted on both sides of the road.

Although the cold weather and frozen ground in winter can reduce the activity of bacteria, such a bad environment is still prone to leaving a lot of hidden dangers.

It was not the time to consider these problems yet. He could only turn his eyes away and not be bothered by them.

After passing through several streets and encountering a traffic jam, Camillo shouted at the top of his voice: "Make way for the Lord of the City."

He stopped his horse in front of a blacksmith shop.

Rachi Schiff came out with his apprentice to greet him.

"I'm here to get the sword, Master Blacksmith." Cole dismounted sideways.

"My lord, please let me know. I'll let my apprentice bring it to you. How dare I let you go all the way." He acted very terrified.

"Just passing by, so I stopped by."

"Lord City Lord, please follow me." He told an apprentice to get the sword.

There were all kinds of weapons and armor hanging on both sides of the racks of the forge. Recently, many wandering riders and mercenaries have flocked here, and the blacksmith's business has become very hot.

Cole has not started recruiting for the time being, but if he wants to use troops against Stormland, he is still very happy to pay a sum of money to recruit these people.

The apprentice held the two swords in his arms.

The full and smooth, translucent vegetable tanned leather scabbard was dipped in vegetable dyes to form a sharp dark black surface.

The scabbard was inlaid with some silver wire patterns and scattered gems.

The cross-shaped hilt at the mouth of the scabbard was coiled with a chain rope, with a flame cone head carved at the end and a round ruby ​​inlaid in the center of the hilt.

The two and a half swords were exactly the same. Cole took one and couldn't help but draw it out of the scabbard.

The sword face rubbed against the leather scabbard, and then a cold light flashed, and the white blade came out of the "dark night".

The whole sword was exposed in the air, with a blood groove on the ridge of the sword, and the blade was sharp and smooth.

Press the blade lightly with your thumb, a slight mark will sink in, and some calluses will appear.

"Very sharp." He took it in his hand and turned it around, "It's a good sword, you have put in a lot of effort, blacksmith master."

"It's my honor to satisfy you, sir." Rachi Sif smiled.

Put the two long swords on his waist.

Cole gave him the gold dragons he had ordered in advance, and rewarded each of the blacksmith apprentices with a silver deer.

"The Black God blesses you, Lord Julius." The blacksmith said to him, the Black God was talking about the black goat.

"Are you from Qohor?" Camillo asked him.

Rachi Sif nodded, "Yes, Sir Knight, I come from Qohor across the Narrow Sea."

He knew very little about Qohor, only that it was one of the nine free trade cities.

"They all say that the blacksmiths of Qohor are the best in the world." Camillo stared at him.

"Qohor does have the best blacksmiths and the most exquisite skills." The blacksmiths in his hometown are very proud.

As an inland city of the nine free trade cities, Qohor is famous for its textile industry and forging technology. The armor and swords they forge are best-sellers in both the free trade cities and Westeros, just like Myr's handicrafts and silk.

"I heard that someone in Qohor can forge Valyrian steel?" Camillo asked him.

Raki Sif smiled and shook his head, "That's probably a liar, my lord. The skills of Valyrian steel have been lost. There are people in Qohor who can recast Valyrian steel, but no one can forge this material anymore."

"Then I wonder if you can recast Valyrian steel? Master blacksmith?" Cole suddenly asked.

"I have been a blacksmith for twenty-six years, Lord Mayor. But I have never seen this kind of steel. As far as I know, there are no more than three people who master this craft. Valyrian steel is too rare and too mysterious."

Legend has it that during the casting process of Valyrian steel, magic spells are used as the guide and dragon flames are used to assist in forging.

It is unknown who started it, but Valyrian steel began to spread in the world with the conquest of the Valyrians.

Leave the blacksmith shop and return to the castle.

"How do you know about Qohor?" Cole asked Camillo on the side horse.

"My lord, I was an apprentice to a blacksmith for a while." He talked about the past. "He is a Qohor, but he is just a guy with rough skills, bad temper, and often drunk. Once he got drunk and got into a fight with someone and was beaten to death."

Cole thought of the way he looked at his armor with shining eyes at the beginning, and seemed to have found the reason.

"My father wanted me to learn some skills, but in the end I could only go fishing with him in the sea. The blacksmith only taught me how to swing a hammer, and he told us some things about Qohor."

Camilo suddenly saw a horse running in front of him, "Lord Cole, be careful. It seems someone is coming." He reminded, "It's a knight."

Several guards hurriedly rode up to stop him, and saw that the horse's speed did not slow down. Under the sun, a sharp sword could be seen in his hand.

"Hoo!" It was a low female voice, neither pleasant nor unpleasant. She was wearing a helmet, making it difficult to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Her height was already higher than most men in Westeros.

Two swords swish, one guard died in battle, and the other fell off the horse. The female knight rushed towards Cole, shouting, "Cole Julius, I finally waited for you."

Cole took a look at her armor and it turned out to be "Britney the Beauty".

He drew out the two newly acquired half-handed swords and shouted, "Surround her."

He controlled his horse to meet Brienne's charge.

He met her long sword in the air with his hand, and swung another sword across Brienne's body.

With a sound of blocking, the sword blade collided with the armor and the sword broke through the armor.