The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

Arya hit the hilt and knocked Quentin out. Quentin fell from the horse. Arya drew out the rapier that was wearing Quentin's arm early. The slave gladiator's bald head reached out to catch Quentin's fallen body, and he laid Quentin's body flat on the grass to stop the bleeding and bandage for his familiarity.

The bald tongue was cut off by the slave owner in Meereen East, and he was a slave gladiator who couldn't speak.

"Where's Sir Jorah? Please come out." Will said to Varys.

"it is good!"

Varys raised the torch in his hand and shouted into the darkness of the woods: "Come out, Sir Jorah."

Sir Jorah came out slowly, pale and ugly.

He was held here by Varys and two gladiators and watched this good show in the dark.

Arya tore off the human skin mask from her face and shook her head to restore the original hair color. The bones in the tall body made a noise and returned to her original lean body shape.

She took off the long sword around her waist and threw it to Sir Jorah, which originally belonged to Sir Jorah. She hung up her rapier.

This rapier had nailed Quentin's arms together just now, and it was cleaner than tying Quentin's hands with a rope.

"Sir Jorah, you have seen it and heard it just now. I didn't lie to you." Varys laughed, "I have always been innocent!"

"Quentin deserves it, but you shouldn't do such a thing without telling Daenerys." Jorah said in a quiet voice, "Daenerys has the right to know the truth about the poisonous killing of Zogo Kao."

"We will tell her, but not now. Quentin is still useful, Donne also needs to maintain the relationship with allies." Will said.

Jora was silent.

Afterwards, Jora walked to Arya.

"You really are Arya Stark."

"Yes!"

Jorah slowly knelt down on one knee and saw Arya Stark as a vassal.

Arya turned sideways to avoid: "Sir Jorah, I am not the Duke of Winterfell."

"I know. But Lord Eddard Stark has passed away, and I have been cherished for the crimes of the year, and I will never have the opportunity to confess before him. I want to speak to the lord of my Mormont family for thousands of years. Sorry, I was wrong. This is a wish I have been holding in my heart, and I ask the Stark family to forgive me for tainting the honor of the North."

"I can only forgive you on my own behalf, Sir Jorah." Arya was originally a very cheerful and neat girl, who would never procrastinate or constrained by worldly manners.

"Okay, thank you, Arya Stark. Today is the last time I face Stark as a vassal. After this time, I have sworn allegiance to the Stark family with Jorah Mormon. Cut off, I am no longer loyal to the Stark family, I have a new master to follow and loyal, and that is Daenerys Targaryen."

"Well, since you insist that I can represent the Stark family, then I will accept your apology on behalf of the Stark family. As for you, you will break away from your allegiance to the Stark family and betray your family's thousand-year vow, according to You swore allegiance to the rules of the lord, I now have the right to tell you on behalf of the Stark family that any vassal who betrays the lord is a capital crime. I have the right to execute you now."

"Yes, Arya Stark." Sir Jorah said frankly, "Since I am kneeling before you as a vassal, I am ready to be executed by you. I will never escape."

"Arya!" Varys said, "No!"

Arya's killing fruit is definitely the most decisive person Varys has ever seen. The real murder will not blink, but will be merciless. Her rapier was about to pierce Sir Jorah's neck, and Varys was sure he couldn't see her sword.

Arya stared at Sir Jorah, who was on one knee and bowed her head. She looked at Will again, and Will was expressionless.

This is a matter of the dignity of the lords of the Stark family, Sir Jorah could have not said this. But he was a real man, he was obviously ready to die, just for one purpose: to follow Daenerys Targaryen.

Arya drew out Sir Jorah's sword, and the sword of the long sword pierced Sir Jorah's chest with a flash.

The long sword is very long and runs through Sir Jorah's body. The tip of the sword stabbed out of the back.

Arya shot, resolutely ruthless.

Arya let go, stepped back, and pierced Sir Jorah's chest with a long sword.

"No, no no no, Arya!" Varys was shocked.

He took a step forward, trying to save Sir Jorah, but then stopped.

He has no right to interfere with the authority of the lord of the Stark family, and any vassal who betrays the lord’s oath of loyalty is a capital crime.

"Master Will!" Varys looked at Will.

Only Will can speak to stop Arya and save others.

However, Varys immediately understood that saving people was only his own wishful thinking. With a long sword across his chest, Sir Jorah could no longer save him.

Will watched all this calmly, unmoved.

Sir Jorah raised his head, his eyes calm: "Thank you, Arya Stark." He couldn't hold on anymore, his body skewed and fell.

Arya pierced his chest with his sword, but because of this, Sir Jorah’s oath of allegiance to the Stark family was completely lifted.

Will stepped forward and tore off Sir Jorah's corset. Varys hurriedly stepped forward to help. He suddenly saw that although the long sword penetrated Sir Jorah's body, it deviated from the position of his heart.

Arya's sword stabbed to the side!

Varys looked back and saw Arya's eyes were like two bright stars in the dark night sky.

*

"Wake up!" A soft, familiar voice.

Sir Jorah opened his eyes slowly, feeling that the foreground of his eyes seemed hazy, the light and shadow were mixed, and then everything began to become clear, he saw Daenerys Targaryen.

He quickly got up to give a salute.

"Don't move!" Daenerys's hand gently pressed his shoulder, "Don't move, Lord Will has applied anti-inflammatory cream for you, you will be fine. Now you don't worry about anything, don't mess with it. Thinking, the dragon has been taken back by you, and all the enemies have been killed. I want to thank you, my bravest warrior."

"I……?"

"Don't talk, you need to rest. I already know the dangers of that battle. Lord Will told me that if it weren't for your desperation, our dragon would have been taken away. I take back that sentence, Sir I withdrew the phrase, "You will never come back without taking the dragon back." I was wrong, Sir. No one can match your loyalty and bravery. I only want you to get better now."

"Yes, Daenerys." Sir Jorah was like a father calling his daughter, he didn't use subordinate honorifics.

"You have a good rest, I'll make soup for you." Daenerys smiled brightly and brightly.

"Okay, thank you!"

Seeing Daenerys's long silver hair walk out from the back, Sir Jorah's eyes slowly moistened.

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Assists "Devil Mountain of Ice and Fire", Xiao Miao tops the score, and the brothers assist the collection.