Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

The cape was lifted up by the swift wind.

The market was in chaos in an instant, pedestrians fled and dodged, only some brave people hid in the hidden place and watched secretly.

The sword cut the flesh between the ribs, and the pain was transmitted from the waist upwards. She could even feel the blood flowing in her clothes.

She was injured in just one round.

Three cavalrymen surrounded her and slashed at her body with swords.

Brienne raised her sword and shield to block two blows, and her armor was also hit. With a roar, she swung her sword and hit one person, but she also received a sword on her arm.

There was only a scream, and one person fell.

Good, one less.

She gritted her teeth and fought with the other two, one against two, and she was not at all inferior. But Brienne always kept the enemy behind her in mind, waiting for him to rush over.

But the man just stood there and watched, without any movement.

Was Cole's chivalry spirit going off? Sorry, it wasn't.

Just after the fighting sounded here, a large group of guards rushed over here.

In a moment, Brienne was surrounded by layers of people.

Remember that this is Cole's territory. Does he need to take action here?

The spearman stabbed her off the horse, and her rainbow guard armor fell to the ground with a clang. She was about to stand up to resist, but was pressed tightly by five or six spears.

"Cole Julius, you coward, if you are still a man, let me go, I want to fight you fair and square." She struggled and cursed.

"Disarm her and tie her up." Cole ignored her invitation to fight, he didn't have the time for this.

"Are you afraid? Coward, coward." She was tied up, but her words were not at all impressive.

The guard took off her helmet, revealing Brienne's face.

Dry yellow hair, round and rough face, broken nose several times, and uneven teeth. "Beauty" is the nickname others call her.

"Lord Tarth is unwilling to submit to Storm's End, so he sent you to assassinate me?" Cole crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Pah" she spat a mouthful of blood, but Cole dodged it easily.

"It's not polite to spit at people, Miss Tarth."

"You killed King Renly, I came here to avenge him. If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one. I will personally chop off your head and sacrifice it to his ghost." Brienne glared at him angrily.

"Forget about the world misleading me, why do you think so, my lady?" Cole waved his hands helplessly, "I was fighting you and the Knight of Flowers at the beginning."

Speaking of that humiliating battle, she was ashamed and angry. She and Loras Tyrell lost too quickly, and she hated why she couldn't hold on a little longer.

"I didn't kill Renly, even though we were enemies at the time." He said distressedly, "I don't know why there are such rumors in the Seven Kingdoms."

"You know, his death was very strange." Cole continued, "People said that I killed him with magic, but I don't remember learning any magic. There are too many accidents in war. I am even willing to believe that he fell off his horse and died, and I will not listen to the absurd myths told by those minstrels."

It is better to doubt Melisandre than to doubt him. Isn't this bizarre method the witch's method?

"Lord Renly is a famous knight in the Seven Kingdoms. How could he fall off his horse?"

"Well, think whatever you want." He sighed, "I admire your chivalry for coming alone to avenge Renly."

"Tie her up tightly." Cole ordered the soldiers.

Brienne is the heir of the House of Tarth. Even if she can't be used to exchange for the loyalty of the Earl of Tarth, she can be exchanged for money.

Tarth is also known as the "Sapphire Island". It is said to be a beautiful place, but it seems that sapphires are not produced.

They returned to Storm's End. Cole had Brienne thrown into the dungeon and asked her to be locked up in a cell alone. Cole did not forget her identity as a woman.

Let Gilbert write a letter to the Earl of Tarth. People say that he is a good man, but good people always have a difficult life. The three children of the Earl of "Evening Star" died young, and only Brienne survived.

"My lord, should I send troops? The army is gathering outside Storm's End. Soon our food and supplies will run out." Gilbert asked him.

They have been feeding these three thousand people for almost half a month, and the gold dragons and food are being consumed rapidly every day.

"How long can it last?"

Gilbert has always been in charge of logistics. He records and plans the daily income and expenditure of the castle, the number of armor and weapons.

"Unless we use marching supplies, the castle's food can only support these three thousand people for ten days."

"The plan has to change, sir. For the time being, we don't think we can send troops to retake the castle of Cape Wrath." Cole knew that he had also read the letter.

"I have to go to Dragonstone. I wonder if His Majesty the King has received a letter from King's Landing or news from across the Narrow Sea. If we lose too many troops at Cape Wrath, we will not be able to stop the enemy from the sea."

"But the lords are already urging us. They are willing to support us only because we agree to take back their castles." Gilbert thought of the lords and knights who had strong demands.

"Don't worry, sir. Smart people can see the current situation with their eyes. The Stormlands will fall into a new round of war, unless they want their wives and daughters to become salt concubines of the Ironborn and their sons to become slaves of the Dothraki." Although there are inevitably some stupid people, he didn't say this.

"I will hold a meeting before I leave for Dragonstone. I will take these nobles to Dragonstone. You will be the acting lord of Storm's End. I am deeply sorry for what happened in the past. José will go with me, and Camillo will stay to help you." Cole lowered his head to apologize.

"My lord, please rest assured. I will let you and the princess guard Storm's End."

"I don't know when I can come back. The situation is urgent. I will go to King's Landing or the North. During this time, everything will be handed over to you. The training of soldiers can be slowed down. Let people form a hunting team to hunt in the Royal Forest and coordinate the mobilization of materials." Cole thought about what else was not arranged. "Well, that's right. There are many mercenaries gathered in the town outside the castle. It's a bit chaotic. Remember to arrange guards to maintain order."

The Lord of Light hopes that he can go to King's Landing. There is no better candidate than him. Stannis certainly can't go to the danger himself, and Davos's status is not enough, although he is now the king's prime minister.

I wonder if Melisandre has received the prophecy of the Lord of Light.

Cole has already written a letter to the North, I hope Duke Eddard can receive it as soon as possible.

When will the enemies on the other side of the narrow sea come? He can only hope to give them more time.