iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 601: Bitter Cold Wind 3
Melisandre's scarlet cloak fluttered in the wind like a burning flame.

"Davon, what are you thinking about?"

Davan came back to his senses. He looked up at the charming Melisandre sitting on the saddle.

Her red eyes sparkled with a strange luster, as if she could see directly into Dafen's heart. His lips moved slightly, and after a while he uttered a word: "Uh, ma'am, we..."

He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment: "...Where are you planning to go?"

Young people who fall in love always seem particularly clumsy. Melisandre chuckled and asked, "Do you have any good ideas?"

"I'll follow your orders and go anywhere." Devan's voice was firm. As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something and stopped talking.

After a moment's hesitation, he continued, "I suggest you go to Eastwatch. At least it's safe there. I heard that Kleber Trading Company is repairing the docks, and there are blue robes and escort fleets stationed there."

"If we're lucky, we might be able to run into my father's men there." Davan turned around and walked backwards while looking at Melisandre. "We can hire a ship and go wherever you want."

"Hmm, not a bad idea."

Melisandre's eyes were full of smiles. "The night is long and dark, and everywhere is dangerous. Little Onion, the fireworks tonight are not yet burned out."

Hearing this, doubt flashed in Dai Feng's clear eyes. When he heard "little onion", he couldn't help but glance at the horse beside him.

Suddenly there was a pause.

He turned around swiftly, first looking far ahead, then his eyes widened slightly, and blurted out: "This direction... seems to be the camp of the northerners, ma'am?"

Melisandre's lips curled up slightly, and her low and seductive voice floated in the wind: "How clever, worthy of being the son of the Onion Knight."

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Tyrion limped to a trot, panting, "I think Stannis misunderstood me. I worked so hard for him."

"Ouch!" Tyrion slipped and was about to fall.

Ser Bronn grabbed him by the collar. "Please don't thank me too much, my lord."

Tyrion kicked his legs stubbornly while being carried by Bronn. "Mercenary, if you let me go, I might be grateful."

Ser Bronn naturally put Tyrion down and smiled obscenely: "I'm sorry, I have to ensure your safety. This is related to the size of the castle given by the king."

“I’m really worth money.”

Tyrion patted his clothes, coughed softly, and said, "Bron the Knight of Blackwater, you and I are close friends like brothers."

Ser Bronn's smile deepened. "Yes, you are still my most valuable friend."

Hearing this, Tyrion looked up at the dark night sky in pain. "One more thing. Your friend must be a jumping, living dwarf."

After saying this, his expression became serious: "Ser Bronn, Stannis has become extremely crazy now. He actually sent troops to raid Eastwatch by the Sea..."

He looked in the direction where the shouting and killing sounds were faintly coming from: "Obviously, breaking through this place cannot be his only goal."

Ser Bronn came to Tyrion's side. "Is it a good thing, or a bad thing?"

Tyrion put his hands behind his back and thought of the captive captured by Ser Humphrey Waters - the wight. It had a pair of astonishingly bright blue eyes and possessed terrifying power. It would instinctively attack any living thing it saw. It was a monster without pain or fear.

After a moment's silence, he said, "To be exact, it's neither good nor bad."

Ser Bronn shrugged. "Please forgive me for not being able to understand your meaning, Master Tyrion."

Tyrion smiled at him, then said seriously, "You have seen the wights imprisoned in iron cages. You can imagine the scene when they gather ten thousand... a hundred thousand... or even a million and appear outside the city."

After a moment of silence, Ser Bronn suddenly said, "My lord, what do you think would happen if I wrote a letter to King Green to complain about my job?" "Coward, snap. I remember you have read the Crabbe Military Law carefully?" Tyrion pursed his lips, raised his right hand and gestured at his neck.

"You misunderstood."

Ser Bronn puffed out his chest. "I want to show your majesty that I am determined to fight to the death."

Tyrion chuckled. He reached out and patted Bronn's thigh. "Let's go. We can't let the blue robes fight alone."

As he walked, he said, "Is Stannis the mortal enemy of the dwarves? If I remember correctly, I fought a battle with him more than a year ago."

He sighed again, "I am saving the world (Chapter 370)..."

……

"Sir Grete (Chapter 202)!"

Ser Jaime's armor gleamed coldly in the firelight, and behind him were dozens of Night's Watchmen.

His voice was filled with anger. "Eastwatch belongs to the Wall. This is the battle of the Night's Watch."

Ser Gerrit raised his chin slightly from his leather collar, and his tone could hardly hide his contempt: "This is not a battle. The Crabclaw Peninsula archers are hunting the wildlings outside the Wall who are willing to die."

Ser Jaime gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist. "There are at least thousands of wildlings outside, and there are only a few hundred blue robes. We should work together to resist their attack."

Sir Gerrit was startled for a moment, then he looked back and the dozen or so men in blue robes behind him burst into laughter.

He looked back at Jaime. "Night's Watch, numbers mean nothing in the face of the invincible longbow of Crabbe."

As he finished his words, laughter broke out again behind him.

"Sir Gerrit, arrogance is not a good habit."

A lazy voice suddenly came from the other end. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw two figures, one short and one tall, walking towards them.

Tyrion smiled and thought for a moment before standing between the two groups, with Ser Bronn guarding his side.

Sir Gerrit frowned and looked at the dwarf, then said, "Don't waste my time. I will allow you, the Night's Watchmen, to carry supplies for us."

After saying this, he was about to leave without waiting for the night watchman's response.

"The Three Hundred Captains of Crete (Chapter 101)."

Tyrion's voice made Sir Grett and others stop in their tracks, because this was the name used in Crabbe's army.

Seeing Gerrit and the others grasping the hilts of the swords at their waists, Tyrion, who was standing calmly with his hands behind his back, couldn't help but be startled.

On his face, he smiled calmly: "No need to be nervous."

Then, under the gaze of everyone, Tyrion staggered to a wooden box full of arrows and climbed up awkwardly.

After standing up, he glanced at everyone and said, "All the Kleber soldiers, knight squires, and knights stationed at the Wall belong to the Burning Legion. Captain Gerrit, do you have any objection to this?"

Hearing this, Sir Gerrit's eyes were dangerous and suspicious, but he nodded anyway.

"very good!"

Tyrion cleared his throat and raised his voice slightly: "Everyone, please allow me to reintroduce myself. I, Tyrion Lannister, am the lieutenant of the Burning Legion appointed by His Majesty King Grimm I (Chapter 370)."

Tyrion was very satisfied with the shocked expressions of the crowd: "No doubt, I can prove my identity myself."

As he spoke, he pulled out a small bag from his pocket and threw it to Grit, raising his eyebrows and saying, "From this moment on, everyone, you are under my control."

(End of this chapter)