The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

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Prime Minister Tower.

The towering tower, from top to bottom, has no lights.

There is no sound.

Even the torch on the wall outside the tower went out.

Bolong and more than a hundred red cloaked guards rushed to the Prime Minister's Tower, and under the light of the torch, the door of the Prime Minister's Tower opened wide, like the huge mouth of a monster silent in the night.

Bolon stopped, the red cloaks stopped, and the torches shone in surprise.

The door is not closed!

This makes people feel suspicious.

Bolong looked at the team. In the team, more than twenty red cloaks holding wood in their hands looked like fools.

There are also three western knights holding three cans of kerosene.

Kerosene and wood are prepared to burn the gate of the Prime Minister's Tower.

It breaks faster this way.

But now, the door opened, there was no sound, no one, no light.

"Go!" Bolong drew his sword.

He has a short knife in his back waist, a dagger on his left leggings, and finger-long steel spurs on his right leggings.

Cang!

The sound of a sword being unsheathed was particularly loud in the silence of the night.

However, all this seems very strange.

Archer Angai fell to the back.

His swordsmanship is average, but archery is superb, and Angai doesn't like close combat.

"Angai, shoot an arrow and try it." Bolong said.

"No, this is just a trick in the North, I'll go first." A knight in the West said.

He is tall, and his family crest is a black-and-white striped wild boar. This is the offspring of the Kreher family from the West Rangji Hall. This is a family known for its tough style. The family members have intermarried with the Lannister family, and also with the Wade Frey family in Luanhecheng. This tall and strong guy is called Mellon Kreher.

The red cloak of the Lannister family, many knights have relatives of this kind with the Lannister family, but some are close and some are far away.

Bolong was in his arms. Although he longed to be knighted, to obtain fiefdoms and castles, he cherished life more.

It's best to have a fool who is willing to take the lead and test the truth and fiction.

"Sir Mellon, you should have commanded this attack." Bolong lied and flattered like the real. He has no mental obstacles.

"Bolong, the little devil and your majesty the queen dowager bet to admire you, I will take the lead and you will command." Mellon said decisively.

In the world of knights, everything is determined by the order of the jazz. The same is true for the command of the war. The knight cannot be commanded by non-knight mercenaries. It is just that Bolong is favored by the little demon and Cersei, so there is such an unreasonable scene.

Bolong handed the torch to Mellon.

Mellon took the torch, put on his mask, and waved his long sword: "Western warriors, come with me!"

He was the first to raise the torch and rush into the gate.

For a moment, no one followed up.

"Kill!" Mellon shouted.

In the courtyard inside, only his empty voice echoed.

"Master Bolong, have Ed Stark's people already run away," said a guard with a red bull pattern on his chest.

"Master Bolong, be careful of the ice wolves." Another guard said without confidence.

With the arrow on the string, Mellon has rushed in.

"Kill!" Bolong pointed his sword, and rushed forward like a cat.

So, the red capes started to charge with torches.

Mellon looked in the lobby on the first floor of the Prime Minister's Tower, and the lobby was empty.

He immediately rushed to the spiral staircase and went up to the second floor.

Whoosh!

A short javelin shot out from the darkness, hitting his mask accurately.

The iron javelin head is full of force, penetrates Mellon's mask, and the tip of the spear bit into his cheek. Although it is not very deep, it is enough to make him lose combat effectiveness.

Mellon yelled and fell backward.

The two red cloaks behind him were knocked down the stairs by him.

The spiral staircase is not wide, and it is a bit crowded when two people walk side by side.

But as long as you rush up this spiral staircase, the corridor on the second floor is very wide, and the servants of the Stark family live on the second floor: the finance, the nun, and the steward.

"They are here, Stark did not run away." The red cloaks who rushed into the yard shouted excitedly.

Mellon's injury made the red cloaks who were full of murderous rejoicing: Finally, someone is sure!

"Kill all the northern dogs and catch Stark!" a knight yelled, holding a torch and brandishing a sword.

Polon took a group of people around the hall like cats in the hall on the first floor, the stables, the storage room-empty.

When he came out, the red cloaks outside had all poured into the yard of the Prime Minister's Tower.

A red cloak rushed up the spiral staircase, swish, and a black, short-edged javelin flew out of the darkness, hitting his throat with extremely accurate accuracy. The javelin pierced the neck armor, and the tip of the spear pierced the throat.

Although he almost shot through the neck with his strength, the red cloak immediately fell backward, spewing blood into the mask.

The red cloak behind him quickly avoided his unfortunate companions and grabbed the spiral staircase. He threw a torch into the promenade, and the torch rolled forward, while he held a sword in his hands for defense. Before he could see anything clearly, a small black The iron spear was like a sting of a poisonous scorpion, hitting his neck with a whistle, and piercing it sideways. He hurriedly reached out and grabbed the small javelin to pull it out. The whistling wind came again, and it was like a javelin with black lightning. This time it hit his face mask. , Amid the screams, a second, third, fourth, and fifth red cloak came out behind him...

"It's Branner bastard, catch him!"

Several torches were thrown out and landed on the ground one after another, illuminating the corridor on the second floor.

Bolong rushed up too, and then he gasped.

He didn't see Bran, the kid slipped fast. He saw another person, the one he least wanted to see...

At the end of the corridor, there was a person with a black sword, black clothes, black armor and black cloak. Although his face was covered with black cloth, the unsheathed black keel sword was so impressive that even the Invincible Devil Mountain could not stop it. This sword.

And that unforgettable night, street fighting, this sword kills the people of the blood opera troupe like cutting melons and vegetables...

Will the Black Man? !

Bolong's body shook, and several red cloaks rushed past him.

The foremost guard in the red cloak held a sword in both hands, hacked it vertically, and slashed at Will's head.

Masked Will did not wear a helmet, which made the sight and human reaction more sensitive.

Polon stared at Will closely, and the light of the torches falling on the ground swayed and the figure was in a trance. Bolong saw Will not evading or parrying at all. He raised his hand and stabbed, and saw that the sword held high in the red cloak seemed to be held by an invisible force, shaking. , I can't split it anymore.

The second red cloak turned sideways, and the long sword pierced Will's belly from the crumbling companion. Will still did not evade. Bolong felt that Will’s wrists were just circling around. He heard the clang of a broken sword falling to the ground, followed by the horrible howling of the red cloak falling to the ground. His hands were already shaking. No, the two **** broken wrists were shocking... and the first red cloak also fell, covering his throat with his hands, and blood pouring from between his fingers...

His sword has just been raised, and his throat has been pierced!

The spiral staircase on the third floor at the end of the corridor is narrower, allowing only one person to pass.

In a few heartbeats, the five red cloaks fell in a pool of blood. They either had their hands severed or had swords in their throats, and none of them were spared.

The blood began to float, and the screams of the broken red cloak resounded across the night sky...

Behind Bolong, more red cloaks surged up. However, the red cloaks in the yard accounted for the majority. Because of the terrain, there was no room for them to come up.

Masked Will is holding the Dark Night Dragon Sword, with his left hand behind him, standing sideways, one man in charge!

Without the Valyrian steel sword, who would be the enemy!