The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

Theon saw a centipede-like scar on Joffrey's arm from the gap in the sleeve where Joffrey raised his hand, and Theon moved slightly.

Only cruel injuries will form centipede-like twisted scars where the skin and muscles have grown well after the injury.

What terrible things Joffrey had experienced, you can think of something from the little scars exposed here.

Theon was eating something in his mouth, but it tasted like chewing wax, and he couldn't taste anything. No matter what you drink in your mouth, it is as pale as water. His thoughts crossed the sea, flew over the frozen ground in the north, and headed south along the neck, looking for Robb Stark and Will...

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The land between the rivers and the banks of the Green Fork, the army camp in the north stretches for several miles.

Under the banner of the horrible skinner, there is a huge tent with a picture of the skinner. The entrance of the tent is covered with exquisite carpets, so you can imagine the luxury inside the tent.

Luce Bolton is a very particular person, his tent is very quiet, the soldiers have been up early, but no one makes any noise. Everyone has learned to walk silently, which is simply a miracle.

However, there are always exceptions.

The cluttered footsteps sounded on the marching road outside Luce Bolton’s big tent. Luce Bolton, who was lying on the bed comfortably, had his small eyes slightly narrowed, his eyes were small, his horse face, and his lips. It is thin and the skin is well maintained. The fingers of one hand are long and the nails are trimmed very short and clean at all times.

His face is also cleanly shaved, and his pointed chin is smooth and round, almost reflecting light. His hair is also very short, but it is cut decently, and at first glance it is carefully trimmed.

In the early morning when it was just dawn, Luce Bolton enjoyed this rare time most. People just slept until they naturally awake, and their minds were at the awake time of the day. He has cultivated to think about some very important things at this time. His rules and subordinates know that before he gets up, don't make any noise around his tent, whether you are walking or lifting water.

However, the sound of footsteps came straight to his tent, which made Luce Bolton frowned slightly. He couldn't imagine how many people dared to walk into his tent at this time so presumptuously.

If the person is a herald, there will be no footsteps from several people, and the herald will definitely be blocked by Luce Bolton's people. He has to wait outside for a while.

If other noble generals come, they will also be blocked.

This is the rule.

Luce Bolton has always been very polite to his subordinates, and he is very polite and educated. At the end of the year, no one of his subordinates can see when Luce Bolton is angry, let alone hear his yelling voice because of his anger.

No matter what, Luce Bolton never seems to lose his temper. Those who just violated his rules either disappeared for no reason, or they were skinned by Luce Bolton, their skins were propped up, and hung on the castle gate and fluttered in the wind. If the weather and mood are good, the skinned **** people will also be hung from high flagpoles in large fonts. If you pass under the flagpole, you can still hear the person's vague groans. If there is nothing, it is intermittent and creepy.

Luce Bolton slowly got up from the *******, those jumbled and powerful footsteps came in, and a voice sounded: "Sir Bolton, it's time to get up!"

It was the voice of Will, the night watchman.

The Night Watchman Will’s strategy, art of war, personal martial arts, and courage have impressed all the noble generals in the Northern Territory during the Western Territory War. He is now the so-called Deputy Commander of the Allied Forces of the Northern Territory and the Great Wall. Second to Robb Stark. However, Ruth Bolton does not think that Robb Stark is really above Will. On the contrary, Ruth Bolton thinks that Will is actually commanding Robb Stark.

He is the real core and soul of this army, and Robb is his helper.

Luce Bolton replied, "Master Will, please wait a moment, I'll be fine soon!"

His voice is very soft, as if talking to people around him.

This is the way Luce Bolton speaks, and it has always been like this. Even in noisy and laughing occasions, he speaks softly. His eyes are always staring at people, without showing any emotions, you will have the illusion that he doesn't look at you at all.

Even if you are sitting at a table with Luce Bolton, if it is a long table with dozens of people, many people will not hear him. If it was a meeting hosted by Luce Bolton, everyone would have to concentrate and hold their breath to hear his voice.

Maybe Will didn't hear Luce Bolton's voice in the big tent outside, because the sound of footsteps came towards the small tent of Luce Bolton's bedroom.

Luce Bolton’s tent is very large, with a large living room for receiving guests and a small bedroom for sleeping and resting.

He is very particular. He will never live with his knight guards. He will not just sleep on the carpet casually. He is very particular. He is very particular about everything from talking and doing things to dressing and eating. What's more, everything is gentle when we speak, dress and eat, which gives people a strange sense of unreality.

Will opened Luce Bolton's tent and saw Luce Bolton motionless in Chuangshang.

Luce Bolton has developed the habit of lying half-heartedly thinking about things early in the morning, even if Robb Stark came in person, he didn't want to move.

"Please sit down, Lord Will," Ruth Bolton said in a soft voice. If it weren't for the person looking at him, you would think that this was a shy and unassuming young man's mouth.

Robb Stark told Will in no secret that as long as he stood with Ruth Bolton, he would feel cold. He was afraid of this person and couldn't give a reason.

It’s just that Robb was trained by Ed Stark as the heir of Winterfell since he was a child. He was well trained and controlled his emotions without revealing a trace. No one could see Robb’s treatment of Luce Bolton was afraid. It's a feeling deep inside, and it's only emotion, not reason.

Will stood at the door, raised the curtain with his hand, and said, "Master Luce Bolton, are you carrying a raven?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Your raven and the bachelor of raven management, I want to take away."

"Why?" Luce Bolton straightened up, his voice still friendly and polite. The only drawback is that the sound is too soft.

"For military needs."

"Should all the jazz's ravens be gathered?"

"Yes, it is centralized and managed by the commander's Raven Bachelor."

"Yes, my lord, I obey the orders," said Ruth Bolton. The eyes he stared at Will were transparent amber and there was no emotion in them.

"I still need your two hundred elite soldiers." Will said again.

"Oh? Is there any secret military operation?"

"Each noble general must mobilize two hundred elite soldiers from his team to form an elite assault army of the coalition."

"Oh? Then who is the commander of this army?" Ruth Bolton said softly and softly.

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