The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Littlefinger sends his regards.

The Mountain glared at Bronze Yohn, and surprisingly, he didn't move.

Did he think Bronze Yohn wouldn't dare to kill him?!

Even drunk, he should have realized Yohn was there to take his life when he saw him pull out a long dagger from his bosom.

The Mountain had also been through many battles, but why didn't he move? He should have dodged.

Lord Yohn Royce was momentarily confused, but it didn't stop him from pouncing on the Mountain.

The Mountain was huge, and stabbing his arms, legs, or ribs wouldn't kill him immediately.

There were two fatal spots: the throat or the heart.

Although the Mountain was a giant, he was sitting down. Bronze Yohn was already tall, and his standing height was just right. A sharp dagger to the Mountain's throat or heart was perfectly suited.

But the Mountain was wearing chainmail, and stabbing the heart wasn't as deadly as stabbing the throat, and the heart was on the left, while Bronze Yohn was on the right, which wasn't convenient.

The Mountain's neck was thick and had no neck protection.

No general wore neck protection while eating and drinking.

That sharp, gleaming dagger only needed one strike to seriously injure the Mountain. A forceful cut would take the Mountain's life.

"No!" At the doorway, Ser Fielder appeared in time and shouted, "Lord, don't..."

But it was too late.

The Vale warriors drew their weapons and pounced on the Mountain's six attendants and two captains.

Cold light flashed, some warriors jumped onto the tables to kill the enemies opposite them, kicking cups and plates flying, soup splashing everywhere; some stabbed their opponents across the tables...

The Mountain's attendants included Korm Warner, Landon Hull, Norris... The captains were Ser Alyn from the North and Joyce, the tribal chief of the Claw Isle...

Korm Warner was the first to fall backward, avoiding the short sword stabbing at him. Bang! His back hit the ground, overturning a stool...

Landon Hull reacted quickly, picking up a bowl of soup and splashing it at the opponent, then grabbing a beast bone leg in each hand, barely blocking a flying slash from a short knife...

Norris, Alyn, and Joyce got up and dodged... They were unarmed, and in a hurry, they grabbed the cups and plates in front of them and smashed them at the opponents, slightly hindering the enemy's attack, and immediately turned to pounce on the sword wall to get weapons...

Several Vale warriors climbed over the dining table and chased after Norris, Alyn, and Joyce... Fortunately, they all had short weapons, and the dining table was wide enough, giving Norris, Alyn, and others an effective buffer distance to avoid attacks...

Fielder drew his longsword and rushed in: "Lord, you are violating guest right...?" But it was too late, and he could only draw his sword to help!

Michel Redfort stepped forward with a short knife in his hand: "Ser Fielder, take us to the dungeon and release the imprisoned soldiers..."

"Who are you?"

"I am Michel Redfort, Lord Ysilla Royce's betrothed."

*

The Mountain glared at Bronze Yohn: "Lord, you dare to trample on guest right..." The Mountain still seemed drunk and unable to believe what he was seeing...

Yohn Royce knew that this was a critical moment, the best time to kill the Mountain. Once the Mountain sobered up, it would be too troublesome. He could kill someone with just one punch.

With a flash of cold light, Yohn slashed the Mountain's throat with the dagger in his hand...

Lord Yohn was in the first seat on the right, closest to the Mountain's main seat...

Heaven helped Yohn, the Mountain didn't dodge...

Whoosh!

A cold, sharp object penetrated Yohn's nape, and coldness instantly spread throughout his body, but it wasn't really coldness, it was fear.

Fear instantly seized Bronze Yohn Royce's soul, and he froze. The dagger in his hand froze in front of the Mountain, a small hand's distance from his throat, as if an invisible hand in the air grabbed the sharp dagger, preventing the fatal attack from advancing even half an inch...

The tip of a sword protruded from Bronze Yohn Royce's throat, with a trace of blood on the tip. The blood condensed into a drop, then stretched into a long red thread and dripped down...

This process was actually just a blink of an eye...

A longsword pierced into Bronze Yohn Royce's nape and out of his throat. The sword was too sharp, piercing through a person's neck was like piercing through a piece of leather... It only made a slight 'poof' sound.

"No, no, no..." Bronze Yohn shouted wildly, but unfortunately his throat could no longer make a sound, and no one could hear his roar... His eyes widened, and all the strength in his body poured out from the throat wound, and powerlessness and fear attacked him like giant waves and mountains. He stood stiff for a moment, his body began to stagger, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground, making a loud clang...

"Lord Yohn Royce, Lord Petyr Baelish sends his regards!" A cold voice sounded in his ear. The voice was familiar, it was the voice of Lynn Corbray.

"Littlefinger..." Bronze Yohn shouted this nickname in the last moment before losing consciousness, but he still couldn't make a sound, and the sound could only be muffled in his body...

Lynn Corbray, the most famous swordsman in the Vale.

Lady Forlorn had no difficulty piercing a person's neck. Even if Bronze Yohn had neck armor and magic charms, he couldn't stop Lady Forlorn's sharpness.

Whoosh!

Lady Forlorn was pulled out, and with a flash of cold light, it pierced into Reynold Royce's chest, penetrating the armor with a crisp sound.

Bronze Yohn Royce's eyes widened and he crashed down!

Reynold Royce fell beside his lord... also died with his eyes open...

Amidst the crowd's horrified cries, Lynn Corbray's longsword stabbed like the wind, and his footwork was like flowing clouds, stabbing down Yohn Royce's several guards one by one...

*

On the other side, Michel Redfort, who was facing Ser Fielder, suddenly attacked, and the short knife pierced into Ser Fielder's abdomen, burying itself to the hilt. Ser Fielder was stunned, and Michel had already retreated nimbly. The Corbray family guards behind him immediately followed up, and three people went up, three knives simultaneously inserted into Ser Fielder's body: one in the chest, one on each side of the ribs.

Ser Fielder's blood vessels spurted out, and he swung his longsword in a circle, sweeping across. Everyone retreated quickly. They all had short weapons and couldn't fight against longswords.

Fielder endured the severe pain and roared, chasing after Michel Redfort.

Michel's short knife remained in Fielder's abdomen. He grabbed a stool to defend himself, and heard two popping sounds. Fielder's back was attacked twice more. He swept his longsword backward, and the enemy retreated after one strike. His longsword had already slowed down, and his strength was quickly taken away by the blood flowing out...

Fielder stood still, panting, surrounded by five or six enemies constantly moving around him... led by Michel Redfort...

Michel threw the stool in his hand, and Fielder also threw the longsword in his hand. The stool caught on the longsword, the stool hit Fielder's body, and the longsword grazed Michel's body, piercing into another guard's arm with a whoosh.

"He has no weapon, kill him. He is the most skilled sword instructor in the Royce family!" Michel Redfort ordered.

He bent down and picked up the longsword, and five or six people immediately surrounded the staggering Ser Fielder, short knives and daggers raised...

*

"Stop!" The Mountain's voice suddenly rang out, like a thunderbolt, shaking the bowls and plates on the table. A plate on the edge of the table was shaken to the ground and shattered with a bang...

"Don't kill Ser Fielder!" The Mountain roared.

But it was too late. In Lynn Corbray's plan, Fielder was a loyal subject of Yohn Royce and a very skilled sword instructor. Lynn Corbray understood that if he did this, Fielder would be a constant threat if he wasn't eliminated.

Michel's longsword stabbed into Fielder's body, and several short knives and daggers rose and fell on his body...

*

The sky was slightly bright, and Landon Hull sniffed his hands outside the door, feeling a faint smell of blood.

He had washed them vigorously, but the smell of blood on his body was still there, and it seemed that changing his clothes had limited effect.

Landon wasn't afraid of blood, but his wife, Ysilla, was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood, and it would cause her discomfort.

He gently pushed open the door. The maid, Maria, was right behind the door, her big eyes flickering, like a wary little mouse stealing food.

The news that Bronze Yohn Royce possessed a sharp weapon and trampled on guest right and died tragically had spread throughout the castle, and the bloody case shocked everyone who heard about it. Ysilla Royce also learned the news as soon as possible, and she went to the hall in person accompanied by a maid and a soldier. The bloody scene made her nauseous.

Her father died tragically on the ground, with his guards lying scattered around him. The most tragic was her uncle, Ser Fielder, whose body was pierced by his own longsword, and the clothes and light leather all over his body were shattered like torn paper. Dozens of deep knife wounds that revealed bone covered his body, and his eyes were wide open, looking at the ceiling full of resentment...

Her father planned the assassination of the Mountain, but Lynn Corbray beside him was Littlefinger Petyr Baelish's man. More than fifty Vale warriors staged a bloody case of mutual killing... All of Bronze Yohn Royce's men were killed, none escaped. Most of the warriors were killed by their comrades in arms from behind.

*

The room was very warm, it was the newlywed's bedroom, but the bride was severely stimulated. She was sent away while fainting. The scholars rescued her and woke her up, and she began to shed tears silently. Landon Hull felt very sorry for his wife.

"Is she asleep?" Landon Hull asked softly.

"She's asleep! Scholar Hallis gave her dreamwine."

Landon Hull gestured for the maid Maria to go to rest. The maid left the room and gently closed the door.

Landon Hull came to the bedside, opened the curtains, and Ysilla Royce leaned on the bed, staring blankly at him.

"Do you want to become the Lord of Runestone?" Ysilla Royce asked.

Landon Hull stared at his wife, speechless.

"If I die, your and the Mountain's plan to obtain Runestone will fail. The right of inheritance will be transferred to the Royce branch family, that is the law."

Landon Hull stared blankly at his wife, he had no ambition to obtain Runestone.

"Do you want to get me?" Ysilla Royce undid her clothes, "You are not a bad person, Ser Landon. On the wedding night, because I cried, you chose to sleep on the floor. You haven't forced me for several days since we got married, which makes me very grateful."

"I'm stupid, I don't know what to do when I see you crying. I'm not afraid of fighting, but I won't bully a crying woman, especially since you're my wife."

"Runestone and I are yours, Ser Landon. I will treat you well for the rest of my life, give you children, and do everything for you. But you have to do one thing for me, just one thing."

"What is it?"

"I want revenge!"

"...Kill who?..."

"All the murderers at the hall's night banquet."

"No, my father is not the murderer. Even if he gave the order, I would never hurt him." Landon Hull's eyes instantly became sharp, cold, and murderous, like a blade.

"I want you to kill Lynn Corbray and all his men."

"I can't do that. Lynn Corbray and his men involve many great nobles in the Vale."

"Lynn killed our father." Ysilla Royce stretched out her small hand, gently grasped Landon Hull's rough hand, and slowly placed it on her lower abdomen, "I will give you children, and when the children grow up, they will become the heirs of Runestone. You will become the father of the Lord of Runestone, Ser Landon!"

"I won't kill anyone unless my father orders me to." Landon Hull withdrew his hand.

"Are you afraid?"

"I have never been afraid."

"Good, I will persuade Father to issue the order. I want you to personally kill Lynn Corbray and Michelle Redfort, because you are still my husband. There is only one way for you to avoid doing it yourself, and that is to propose a divorce in front of Father and get his consent."

Landon Gal couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

Father would never allow him to divorce. He had married the Earl's daughter, the sole heir to Runestone, which had already made all his brothers green with envy. If he were to propose a divorce, he would be scolded to death.

"I will not propose a divorce."

"Neither will I," Ysilla Royce said. "Ser Landon, please, go and ask Father to come here. This is a wife's request to her husband."