The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Tyrion finally stood still, squinted his eyes, looked at the blurry figure like a hill, and said tentatively: "Monton?"

The laughter of "hehe" rang out again.

As he got closer to Tyrion, Monton's figure became clearer, and he said naively: "Sir, it was Lord Green who asked me to pick you up."

Tyrion finally breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I guess Green didn't ask you to scare me to death."

Another honest-sounding laugh.

After relaxing a little, Tyrion felt his whole body aching. He moved his neck and said, "Are you alone?"

Mengton looked a little proud: "Among your guards, I am the only one who would not get lost in a place like this."

Tyrion looked around, and he could vaguely see several cave entrances: "I'm curious how you identify the direction. I think they are all the same..."

Before he finished speaking, his feet left the ground and his body suddenly rose into the air.

Tyrion stared blankly at Monton who was lifting him up in his big hands.

"My lord, this is faster and will save you some energy."

"Put me down, I can walk on my own!" Twisting his body, Tyrion's short legs kicked back and forth stubbornly.

The resistance was ineffective, and with Tyrion's curses, Munton's fat body quickly disappeared into the darkness.

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The black water river flows quietly under the moonlight, with sparkling waves on the water.

On the shore, Green was sitting on a folding wooden chair, playing with the shining silver deer in his hand, while Ser Brienne stood aside with the ice sword on her back.

After noticing the movement, Green's voice sounded after a while: "Is everything going well?"

He turned his head with a smile, pointed to the empty chair next to him, and said, "Please sit down."

Tyrion glared at Munton who was resigning, straightened his clothes, and limped over: "I have to say... this has been a wonderful journey."

Catching the wine bag thrown by Green, pulling out the cork, Tyrion took a swig of wine.

He wiped the corners of his mouth and said: "Joffrey is very afraid of the old lion, unless he is driven crazy."

Green's brown eyes moved slightly and said: "I will tie up the tail."

Tyrion grinned: "I'm so happy to hear that. I'm telling the truth."

Taking another sip of wine, he asked: "How can I serve you next, Your Majesty the Duke?"

After a pause, Green's calm voice sounded: "From now on, your first identity is Kleb, the adjutant of the Burning Legion."

The first identity...is there another identity?

Tyrion seemed curious: "Who is my captain?"

"No one has been decided yet."

Hearing Green's answer, Tyrion was really curious this time: "The legion I want to serve in...is there many people?"

Green paused for a moment, nodded, and replied: "In the future, no one will dare to insult you again. All the loyal soldiers of Kleib are under my protection."

Tyrion blinked, and he found that he was unexpectedly moved. Damn it! He warned himself in his heart that he must be wary of Green Clay!

Rubbing his face, Tyrion said: "What exactly do I want to do, my lord?"

Green glanced at Tyrion, who looked unusually serious, and said, "Your apparent identity is that of the Night's Watch."

"The night watchman... wears black?"

Tyrion rolled his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Serfs with dead faces, debtors, poachers, rapists, thieves... I heard that the Night's Watch is a garbage dump that specializes in collecting the waste of the scum of the Seven Kingdoms. Indeed, It’s suitable for me to go. Aha, my dream of climbing the Great Wall and peeing at the edge of the world (Chapter 119) will soon come true.”

Green ignored Tyrion's "complaints" and continued: "I have received reliable information that Stannis on Dragonstone is preparing to go north to the Great Wall. Tyrion, your mission is to destroy Stannis and The possibility of the Stark family joining forces."

Is Stannis going to retreat to the Wall? What was the reason for him to choose there? It couldn't be because he liked snow, right?

Tyrion blinked and said, "This doesn't seem like a difficult task, Lord Green?"

Based on the friendship between Kleb and Stark, rather than letting the Lannister dwarfs jump up and down in the north, it would be better for Greene to slander him. He knew that Greene's tongue could do it.

Yes, Duke Eddard, who disappeared during the riot, could return to Winterfell safe and sound... Tyrion had actually long suspected that Green, who was the commander-in-chief of the gold robe at the time, had secretly done it, although he had no evidence... …

Green's eyes moved slightly and he looked over: "Whether Stannis or Lord Ned, they don't like people who are used to testing, Tyrion."

Tyrion felt a little guilty: "Perhaps, I can recommend myself...to apply to you for an important job, my lord?"

"Wait until I finish."

Green began to tell the information he heard from the Night's Watch a few days ago (Chapter 355): "..., although the evidence brought by Ser Alliser has disappeared, as a descendant of the ancestors, I Believe in the thousands of years of sacred honor of the Night's Watch."

Tyrion's mouth opened for a while before he moved his lips and said: "The White Walkers who have disappeared for eight thousand years? This...this, this...are you sure?"

Green's tone became serious: "Tyrion, no one wants this to be true, and the Night's Watch thinks so too, but... if it is true, according to the legends handed down by the ancestors, this is a war between the living and the dead. And you, Tyrion, are the vanguard of the living coalition. What you have to do is to collect their intelligence, analyze them, and find a way to win."

Tyrion looked straight at Green's face. The man in front of him was more serious than ever before... He was not joking.

His body couldn't help but tremble slightly. For Tysha, he really hoped to make great contributions, but to fight for all the living? He just wanted a chance to atone for his sins to his wife. Dwarfs are not so great...

At the same time, there was another "voice" in his heart. He definitely felt a little excited. This was about saving the world...

Seeing Tyrion's expression change, Green smiled: "Old soldier Tyrion, do you need me to help you boost morale like last time (Chapter 226)?"

Hearing this, Tyrion stopped his chaotic thoughts and smiled at Green: "Thank you for your help."

Green nodded slightly. This time there was no exciting words like last time, but only a direct reminder: "Do you think you have any other choice?"

Tyrion trembled all over. Yes, he had no other choice. He had to seize the opportunity given to him by Green.

After thinking it through, Tyrion was no longer afraid of the White Walkers.

He grinned: "Lord Green, this job is perfect for me. I was born to be the natural enemy of the dark forces."

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In the dark night, Tyrion climbed onto the Night's Watch ship parked on the Blackwater River.

As soon as he stood on the deck, Tyrion saw Ser Alliser Thorne staring at him gloomily.

"Hey, Lord Green told me that it was Lord Tywin who put on the black clothes for you, Ser Thorne?"

Ser Alliser said coldly: "Dwarf, I am the coach of the Night's Watch."

Tyrion smiled: "This title is really intimate... Well, I want to tell you that although I have the surname of Lannister, I am actually a Lannister killer, my Night's Watch... brother?"

"You haven't taken the Night's Watch oath yet." Ser Alliser turned and left.

Compared with the coach and Ser Alliser, although Long Crow and Glenn look fierce, they are much friendlier.

On the way to the cabin, Tyrion used his clever tongue to quietly find out a lot of news about the Wall.

For example, the Night's Watch has less than a thousand people, and at most twenty of them can read, etc.

Later, Tyrion began to suspect that the raven was intentionally revealing this information to him. Was it worried that... he, a person urgently needed by the Night's Watch, would escape halfway?

When he arrived at his own cabin, he said goodbye to Glenn who kept talking all the way, and then he opened the door and entered.

Then, he soon heard a familiar obscene voice.

"Master Tyrion, Blackwater Knight Bronn is honored to serve you again."

Tyrion: "..."

Looking at Bronn bowing, his right hand habitually touched the purse on his waist, and his left hand immediately stopped it.

He said vigilantly: "You betrayed again?"

Bron looked up, he looked at Tyrion's purse, grinning: "I have always been your man, Master Tyrion."

Tyrion moved the purse back slightly: "Let me tell you, the one in front of you is a ruined nobleman, he has no money to hire you again."

Bron stood up and smiled: "My Lord Duke has paid for you, my mission is to protect your safety."

Tyrion looked at the mercenary and said: "It seems that you are very satisfied, can you tell me what it is?"

Bron showed a noble and reserved smile: "The mission is over, I am the Earl of the King's Territory."

"Congratulations, future Earl." Tyrion untied the purse around his waist and threw it to Bronn.

Sir Bronn weighed the purse in his hand habitually, then stuffed it into his arms, and said with a smile: "Thank you for the reward, sir. In fact... my loyalty to you has never wavered."

Tyrion shrugged and said perfunctorily: "I believe you, mercenary."

Bronn stepped forward and smiled flatteringly: "Lord Tyrion, before I left Stokeworth Castle, I decided on a name for my son who will be born in a few months. His name is Tyrion, Tyrion Stokeworth."

"I am really relieved."

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Near the Wasteland City south of the Sea City, hundreds of northern cavalrymen are preparing to pursue a river mercenary group that once served Lannister.

Woo woo woo woo, the deep and deep military trumpet sounded, and the ice wolf flag fluttered.

The northern cavalry galloped under the leadership of Great Jon and Daisy Mormont. The deafening sound of the horses' hooves was like a dull and heart-pounding thunder, and the earth trembled slightly under the trampling.

In front, Daisy rode on a strong warhorse, wearing black armor and with long black hair flying in the wind.

She held a meteor hammer in her hand and shouted: "Winterfell!"

Not far away, the tall and strong figure of the Great Jon exuded a chilling momentum, with the giant sword in his hand pointing forward, and his voice was like a bell: "Long live the King of the North!"

Facing the Northern cavalry rushing like a tide, the mercenaries were full of fear and despair. The formation they had finally formed collapsed in an instant. They desperately moved their legs and ran away desperately. Trying to escape from this nightmare scene.

As the distance got closer, Daisy shouted: "Kill!"

Her voice was clear and powerful, penetrating the entire battlefield. The wolves seemed to speed up instantly, rushing towards the mercenaries who were desperately fleeing like they were pouncing on their prey.

"Kill!"

Wherever the Great Jon went, there was a bloody mess, and limbs flew under the sweep of his giant sword.

Many mercenaries mustered up courage in despair, but their last resistance was quickly shattered by the charge of the Northern cavalry.

The land was stained red with blood, and the sound of the battlefield gradually weakened and finally subsided.

When King Robb returned from cleaning up the battlefield, his mail gloves and coat sleeves were covered with black blood, and a large group of people following him were dirty, but they kept laughing.

In the tent, Jeyne's mother, Lady Sybell Spicer, was anxiously waiting for Robb Stark.

Seeing Robb, Lady Sybelle immediately stepped forward and asked with concern: "Your Majesty, are you injured?"

"This is someone else's blood."

Robb raised his hand, stretched out his five fingers, and continued: "Thank you for the information you provided us. We won the victory, madam."

Lady Sybelle wiped the corner of her eyes and whispered: "As long as I can avenge my daughter, I am willing to do anything..."

Robb's eyes were deep, he paused, and said: "I will avenge my queen, madam."

Loram Westerling (Jenny's nine-year-old younger brother, Chapter 281) staggered into the tent carrying a large bucket of water.

Lady Sybelle wanted to help, but was rejected by Loram: "I can do it, mother."

Robb gave his little servant a gentle smile and said, "Thank you, Sergeant Loram."

Loram, who had put the bucket away, scratched his head embarrassedly when he heard the king's thanks, and suddenly said, "I'll help you take off your armor, King Robb."

Although Loram was young, he was skilled. With his help, Robb quickly took off his cloak and chainmail.

Lady Sybelle had been standing there, hesitant to speak. After sitting down, Robb took the initiative to say, "Madam, do you have something to tell me?"

"A merchant friend of mine gave me something, and I don't know how to deal with it... ..."

"What is it? If I can help, please don't hesitate."

"It's about..."

As she said that, Lady Sybelle glanced at her youngest son who was busy beside the king, and said, "Loram, I need to talk to His Majesty the King alone, please leave for a while."

Loram stopped what he was doing, but did not move his feet. He looked at King Robb.

Robb reached out and touched Loram's head, saying, "Go and prepare some food for me."

The little servant then bowed and left.

Looking around the tent, Lady Sybelle took out a letter from her bosom and handed it to King Robb carefully.

"Your Majesty, you cannot trust Old Frey. They may have already secretly defected to Lannister."