The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

The surging river water swept towards the city of Running River with overwhelming force, making a deafening sound.

The roar rolled and echoed between heaven and earth.

"Gods!"

The soldiers of Lannister Frey were still bravely attacking the city, but now they were stunned by the sudden flood.

Their eyes were wide open, full of disbelief, as if they couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.

They opened their mouths wide, as if they were shocked by this sudden disaster.

They stared blankly at the surging water, and the weapons in their hands fell unconsciously, as if they saw the embrace of the stranger.

Sharp screams cut through the sky, and they fled in panic, but they didn't know where to be safe.

However, the river water submerged the soldiers under the city in the blink of an eye. They struggled in the surging water, but they were as small and powerless as ants.

Water splashed everywhere, and the river water mixed with mud and debris continued to hit the city of Riverrun. The morale of the soldiers had already collapsed in front of the mighty power of nature.

The heavy dark clouds in the sky were gently pushed aside, and a ray of golden sunlight pierced the haze like a sharp sword.

The golden light gradually spread, and the originally gloomy battlefield revealed its true appearance.

The water under Riverrun was sparkling and shining with golden light, as if it was a flowing galaxy.

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Outside the battlefield, Davon Lannistra pulled the reins and was soothing the restless warhorse under him.

Jaime Lannister stared at the direction of Riverrun, the veins on his neck bulged, and then he withdrew his gaze painfully.

At this time, the voice of Sir Davon came over: "My cousin, the weasel is coming."

The rapid sound of horse hooves came from far away, and Lord Emmon, who was fed a barrel of wine by Sir Davon last night, rode his horse to them.

Lord Emmon's clothes and hair were in disarray. He questioned Ser Davon, "All the soldiers I brought were drowned. Davon Lannister, you must have known that Tully would open the sluice gates today. Did you deliberately send all the Frey soldiers to Riverrun?!"

Ser Davon shrugged at Jaime, who was looking at him, and then turned his gaze to Emmon Frey, saying coldly, "I have some guesses, but who can really know what trout thinks? This is a battlefield, which is cruel and full of surprises."

Seeing that the Westerland Guardian did not take his doubts seriously, Lord Emmon immediately cried, "My soldiers, you all sacrificed for the great cause of Lannister!"

His voice was faintly crying, "I promised them "If you don't do it, you will get a generous reward from Lannister! Gods, please forgive me!"

Sir Davon frowned and said impatiently: "Enough, the bounty for the Frey soldiers will not be reduced by a single copper coin."

After Davon's voice fell, Lord Emmon's wrinkled face immediately showed a flattering smile: "Hehe, I thank you for your kindness and generosity on behalf of the brave soldiers."

Sir Davon pulled the reins and taunted: "It seems that you no longer doubt the honor of Lannister."

"No, of course not."

Lord Emmon shook his head quickly and said flatteringly: "Lannister must pay his debts. I have never thought about it. I can swear."

Sir Davon snorted coldly, and then ignored Lord Emmon, turned his horse's head, and kicked the horse's belly.

Sir Jaime glanced at Frey who was in ecstasy, turned his horse's head, and left with Davon.

When they were almost at the camp, Sir Davon, who had been silent all the way, couldn't help but complain: "That weasel should go to Dorne to be a fishmonger, he must do very well."

Ser Jaime pulled the reins, adjusted the direction of the horse, pulled the corner of his mouth, and said: "Good suggestion, my cousin."

Ser Davon laughed first, then looked at the obvious solemn expression on Jaime's face, pinched his chin, and said: "My cousin, you seem... Alas, I am also adapting to the new identity of "executioner", although I have long known that the battlefield is not as beautiful as in poetry..."

After a silence, Sir Jaime reached out and patted Davon's arm, comforting: "The war will end sooner or later."

Ser Davon smiled and shook his head: "You really are... My kind cousin, neither of us can soothe each other's heart, so don't waste your energy, let's go for a drink, it can do it."

Counting Cersei and Robert's wedding night, this is the second time that Sir Jaime has drunk himself.

After being carried back to his tent, drunken Ser Jaime dreamed that he saw Cersei.

She quickly stripped naked, then slid into his blanket and hugged him tightly.

She put his hand on her breasts, and he knew that she was not Cersei, and this was not a dream.

"Who are you?"

Jaime had never slept with another woman in his life except Cersei, and he was thinking about how to politely drive away the strange woman who was tightly wrapped around him with her hands and feet.

He felt the hot breath, and then her soft lips almost touched his ear, whispering: "My name is Pia, Ser Davon told me that you are in great need of gentle comfort."

She whispered to him: "I was still a girl when the king put a white robe on you... You are so handsome, and everyone says you are the bravest knight in the Seven Kingdoms. Later, I slept with many men, and every time I closed my eyes and pretended that the person was you, imagining that they had your soft skin and golden curly hair."

One of Pia's hands moved skillfully, making the blanket bulge slightly.

James heard an unconcealable joy in her hoarse voice: "I never thought that one day... I would be able to lie here, the gods are merciful."

After hearing Piya's confession, not only did James find no proper reason to drive her away, but it also aroused his compassion.

Cersei......

Maybe, after tonight, he can completely stop loving her.

James was about to turn over, but Pia gently stopped him: "My good knight, you have drunk too much. It needs my care first."

Her low laughter sounded in the dim tent, and then...she slid down.

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"Hahaha!"

The black sails were raised high, swaying in the strong wind, and the dark red "Serenity" was cutting through the waves.

Euron Greyjoy's laughter echoed in the sea breeze.

On the deck, a figure lay twisted, his clothes in tatters, stained with blood and stains.

Crow Eyes looked at the almost human-like Aeron Greyjoy playfully, and said: "My good brother, your little trick really gave me a surprise."

Aeron coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm with difficulty and said: "You are very angry, Euron, cough, cough, I have long seen that you have malicious intentions towards me."

Crow's Eye knelt down next to Aeron, looked down for a while, and said, "It seems that you are sure that I can't find what you stole."

He raised the corners of his lips: "Let me guess...it's only her, my good niece——Asha."

Euron's seaweed-like messy hair was pushed away by Euron, revealing his torn face.

Crow Eyes admired it for a while, then sneered: "You really can't change your stupid look. You have been like this since you were a child, and you don't know how to be my little brother..."

The look of his brother's teeth gnashing seemed to excite Crow's Eye. He laughed and said, "I warned you a long time ago. Sooner or later, you will fall into my hands again."

The smile suddenly faded, and Crow's Eye's only eye became cold: "Your being smart has not only harmed yourself, but also harmed our Sasha. I originally wanted to let her go. After all, she is the blood of Balon... …”

Aeron snorted and sneered: "Euron Greyjoy... don't treat other people as fools... you never thought of letting anyone go... me... and Asha... ...You want to kill...all the Greyjoys...You are a madman..."

Crow Eye scratched his cheek with a finger and said: "Actually, I really haven't thought about how to deal with Asha. After all, she is just a woman..."

Blue eyes stared at Aeron, and the corners of his lips slowly raised: "Now, I have to think about it carefully. You really created a problem for me, good brother."

"Cough cough cough......"

After a pause, Aeron mocked: "Give up, Euron, don't even think about finding the Dragon's Horn again. Asha's uncle will help Asha make wise choices. He is a 'reader' and his wisdom is unparalleled." ”

Hearing this, Crow Eyes said with great interest: "Oh? What other choices can he make? My innocent brother, do you think he doesn't want Ten Tower City?"

"Ha ha………"

Aeron Greyjoy laughed so much that he coughed up blood: "Then you have to make a good excuse. After all, everyone knows that I lost the 'Dragon Horn', and leader Rodrik Harlaw has always been Stay on Harlaw Island.”

Crow Eyes observed Aeron's mouth and said, "It seems you are really not afraid of death."

"Those who have tasted death will no longer fear it."

Aeron grinned with a bright red mouth: "The dead will not die, but they will rise again, and their power will be stronger."

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Although the trout opened the floodgates and filled the trenches beneath Riverrun, the Lannister army gave them little time to breathe.

Just one day later, the Lannister army, under the command of Ser Davon, once again pushed the huge battering ram onto the stone bridge facing the city gate.

At the same time, they braved the rain of arrows from the Trout soldiers and began to fill the ditch and construct a wooden bridge.

A new round of siege launched by the Lannister army gradually filled Riverrun with a sense of despair.

The golden dragon awarded by Blind Tully could only slightly boost the morale of the Trout soldiers.

He had to open the Tully family's wine cellar to use the stored spirits to keep the soldiers' fighting courage.

night.

The candlelight flickered, and Duke Brynden and Maester Wayman were discussing the war.

Dong-dong-dong, a rapid knock on the door suddenly sounded. After receiving a response, the captain of the Trout family's guard strode in.

"Sir, there are seven small boats docked under the city gate of the Red Fork River, and the boats are filled with jars of boiling oil."

Boiling oil? !

Duke Brynden narrowed his eyes. Boiling oil is a weapon in city defense. It can not only burn the enemy to death, but also burn down the enemy's siege weapons. The boiling oil stored in Riverrun City has long been consumed in the city defense.

Brynden frowned and said, "Who sent it?"

"They are all fishermen who have been fishing in the Red Fork River for generations..." As he spoke, the guard captain shrugged and said helplessly: "Someone hired those fishermen and boats, and they said their hirer was Greyjoy. ”

The expression on Brynden's face rarely became slightly richer: "Greyjoy? Iron Islands?"

The guard captain shrugged again: "Not even the White Walkers would believe this."

Bachelor Weiman smiled slightly: "At least judging from the results, this is a good thing."

Brynden nodded. As long as the city wall is solid, if there is enough boiling oil, a thousand people can defeat an attack of 100,000 people, and Riverrun is one of the best fortresses in the Seven Kingdoms.

At this time, the voice of the guard captain came over: "The leading fisherman said that if we can keep the secret, their employer will send boiling oil again tomorrow night."

After a period of silence, Brynden spoke slowly: "You can make arrangements to meet his request."

After a pause, he added: "Those fishermen, please do it for me..."

With that said, Brynden took off the money bag hanging on his belt and threw it over.

"Give this to them, and then ask them to convey the Tully family's gratitude to the mysterious hirer on my behalf."

"As commanded."

After the guard captain left, Bachelor Wayman looked at his lord and said, "Lord Brynden, maybe you can negotiate a deal with the mysterious hirer."

Brynden paused and said, "If they come again tomorrow night, I will give it a try."

"It's okay, after all, we don't know that person's purpose, and we don't even know that person's true identity."

After thinking for a moment, Bachelor Wayman said again: "Sir, can you guess who it is?"

After a moment of silence, Brynden shook his head slightly and said, "I only know that it's definitely not Greyjoy."

The wrinkles between his eyebrows deepened: "If they can successfully deliver the boiling oil tomorrow, the identity of the employee may be related to Kleib."

Academician Weiman Zantong nodded and said: "That's true. Under the tight blockade of Marigold, those 'smugglers' came too smoothly."

Duke Brynden sighed and said: "Or maybe, this is just Duke Kleb turning a blind eye, and the employee is someone else."

Kleb's army is stationed on the other side of the Red Fork River. Duke Brynden and Maester Wayman naturally used messenger crows to inquire about Green Kleb's information from some old friends.

In addition to knowing that this was an "amazing" young man, Brynden also knew about Ned's kindness to Kleb (in order not to injure the Stark family, he had already unilaterally cut off the communication between Riverrun and Winterfell). contacts).

So he guessed that Duke Kleb might be trying to repay this kindness, so he ignored the "smuggling boat" on the Red Fork River.

Stark......

Robb…………

When Duke Brynden's thoughts became chaotic, Maester Wayman's old voice sounded: "My lord, the Duke and Lady of Winterfell would not want you to..."

Duke Brynden raised his hand to interrupt the old bachelor's persuasion: "Kate has lost a son forever. This is a battle between trout and a decisive battle between black fish and lion."