Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

Kore's back was soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He sat up in shock, and felt a wet area behind him. All kinds of bizarre things flashed in his dreams overnight. His right back hurt like a knife cutting, and the pain rose and fell. He reached out and touched the cloth strip, which was already soaked with sweat.

Untying the cloth strip, it was blood red, and there was thick yellow pus between the bloodstains.

In an instant, Cole's face turned terribly pale, and fear continued to spread in his heart, and the wound became inflamed.

Cole wanted to find a monk, and at this time Kevan sent someone to call him.

After thinking about it, he followed the guards to see Kevan first.

This Lannister didn't look very mentally well today. He just learned that his son was also captured by the North.

Seeing Cole's pale face, Kevan still asked with concern, "You look a little bad, Sir Cole."

Cole could only squeeze out a pale smile, his voice was a little hoarse, "I didn't sleep well."

Kevan stood up and poured him a glass of wine, then spread out the map, "How many people do you think each gate needs?"

Cole looked at the defense of Riverrun on the map, which was very simple and not even accurate enough. This was just what the scouts observed with the naked eye from the high ground.

"They will definitely gather together. Our division of troops is just a strategy to lure the enemy. The elite must be put together. I dare not bet which gate they will come out from, but it must be our weak point."

Cole thought about it and suddenly said, "Maybe we can pretend to have some flaws, and it's better to sacrifice some people."

Kevan frowned slightly, but instantly thought of his brother Tywin, so he nodded gently.

The two continued to discuss the details.

It was already noon when it was over, and Kevan wanted to keep him for dinner, but Cole was still thinking about looking for the monks.

After the monk cleaned his wound, he looked at his back and sighed, "The wound has not healed."

"Only flame therapy can be used." The monk thought about it and said so.

Flame therapy, will flame work for him? Cole shook his head, "Please use strong liquor to clean my wound again, Brother Olai."

"I have to clean up the concentrated water first." The monk said to him.

"Of course, please use hot water to clean it."

The monk nodded. Cole had sent a servant to boil water. This kid was sent to him by Kevan.

When the wound was cleaned, Cole's face was already pale and looked like a living person. The monk said that the wound was festering, so he used a knife to clean some rotten meat.

After Cole cleaned the wound, the servant Munda brought in some boiled pig blood. Cole told him to do it.

He slept in the tent for a whole afternoon. When he opened his eyes in the evening, his condition recovered a lot. He only felt that his back was not so painful.

He walked out of the tent and asked the servant Munda to call a few captains of the Flame Guard.

Duoqi was wearing a set of northern armor at this time, which was what Cole asked him to ask for.

Duoqi was known as the first warrior of the Painted Dog Tribe. He had good fighting power and a kind personality. He did whatever Cole said. He did not fight or grab during plundering, and was very popular in the Painted Dog Tribe.

"Has anyone observed the moon?" Cole asked a question that made no sense.

Several captains of the Flame Guard shook their heads. Who would observe the moon for no reason? At this time, one of them suddenly thought of something, "King, there is a boy in our tribe who should know something about the moon."

"He always said that there is countless gold and beautiful women on the moon."

Cole asked him to call him.

Beside a bonfire, Cole asked Monda to roast half a piglet, and at the same time took some wine to share with several captains of the guard.

"The next battle will be the most crucial one for us to fight against the northern enemy. Have you collected the armor and flags? Duoqi."

"Don't worry, King. Now the brothers in the tribe are all wearing the clothes of those northerners."

At this time, the man who talked about the moon was finally brought in. He was very thin and wore a suit of armor with the emblem of the North. He might be a nobleman. The armor looked a little big.

Kore directly asked him which day the moonlight was better. This kid talked about the moon endlessly.

Kore was not interested in listening to his remarks and legends about the moon, but he kept him by his side.

In the next few days, the injury got better a lot. The wound had been sutured. According to the monk who treated him, the wound was just a little black. Cole touched it and it was still a little painful, but it didn't affect his activities much.

Cole had to do many things himself, because the things he was responsible for were of great importance. Kevan also assigned the most elite warriors around him to him. The knight leading the army was ordered to die by Kevan and had to listen to Cole's command.

Kevan was annoyed by the nobles' dissatisfaction with Cole these days. In fact, he himself looked down on Cole's background. A wild knight who called himself the king of barbarians was just a joke, but Kevan was not stupid enough to ignore a person's ability.

This kid was a talent. At least through the aristocratic education of the Lannister family, he could distinguish between those who were fools and those who had real talents.

And what they were going to do was Cole's idea. He was constantly calculating in his mind. To be honest, he admired this kid's brain. He dared to take risks and analyzed it thoroughly. He felt that this matter was definitely more than 70% sure, and even if it didn't work, it would not affect them much.

He vaguely remembered that night, the young man smiled when he heard that the person in charge in the city was Edmure Tully. Then he vowed, "If Edmure Tully is in charge in the city, then the gods are on our side."

He still remembered that smile very clearly. I hope your guess is correct.

The morning sun of the next day pierced the earth like a golden spear. The soldiers of Riverrun who had been guarding the castle all night were preparing to change shifts. Suddenly, the garrison under the castle began to get restless, and someone quickly went to the inner city to report.

Edmure Tully quickly led a group of river nobles to climb up the tower, and sure enough, the crowd below was moving slowly.

Someone asked, "What are they doing?"

In one morning, the Lannister army was divided into three groups. The people of Riverrun finally realized that they were going to divide the troops to besiege the city. Someone couldn't help laughing, "Look at these idiots from the Lannister family, they dare to divide the troops."

"They dare to divide the troops with such a small number of people, which is really stupid."

"I think we should take the opportunity to send troops and teach them a lesson." Someone suggested.

Edmure shook his head. Since he was captured by Lannister, he was scared to death, and even refused to send the cavalry to attack.

The knights in the city had already had opinions about him, thinking that he was too cowardly and unworthy of leading the army. But now the Duke of Riverrun, Hoster Tully, was unconscious again. He was too old to walk up to the wall to lead the army.

Until the three enemy armies had set up camp, they still just stared at the castle.

Cole was feeding the ravens. He did this a lot when he was at the Wall. He caught one, then took out an arrow, stabbed the raven with the tip of the arrow, and then tied a letter with a wax seal of the Wolf Run, and let it fly.

These days, he has been observing the moonlight with the man who talked about the moon. This man's observation of the moon is indeed quite good. After all, it is not the earth, and Cole dare not apply the earth's method. However, after a few days of observation, he also grasped some rules.

He came to an accurate conclusion, the day after tomorrow's waning moon.