iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 603: Bitter Cold Wind (End)
Tyrion smiled at Jaime. "Compared to the south, trebuchets are a very valuable weapon here. Besides, our majesty has provided Stannis with a lot of 'fruits'."

Ser Jaime paused, then said, "Do you want me to take some men to destroy the trebuchets outside the city?"

Tyrion nodded solemnly, emphasizing, "They must be destroyed if Eastwatch is to not ignite the green flame."

"it is good."

Ser Jaime agreed to Tyrion's plan without any extra words and was about to turn around and leave.

"Oh, wait."

Tyrion barely managed to grab Jaime's thick black cloak. "Night's Watchman, I haven't finished what I'm saying. Are you rushing out now to die?"

Ser Jaime paused, and Tyrion dropped his hand. He grinned. "If you wish to join the Stranger and his family as soon as possible, I see no reason to stop you."

James: "..."

After a short, slightly awkward silence, he slowly spoke: "Please continue, little man."

Tyrion smiled pleasantly. "There are dozens of sellsword riders in the city. I will hand them all over to you."

As for whether the Night's Watchmen under Jaime can fight on horseback, Tyrion does not need to worry. The strict coach Alliser will train every Night's Watchman as a reserve ranger.

[Rangers refer to the strongest fighting force of the Night's Watch]

Seeing Jaime nod, Tyrion continued: "You leave the city quietly from the south gate, and then find a secret place to wait until the green fire is burning under the city..."

……

Not long after Jaime left, Tyrion patted Bronn's thigh and walked towards the stairs.

Then, Ser Bronn said in a rare serious voice: "Master Tyrion, if you choose to go into battle yourself, it is not a good idea."

His tone changed, and his voice became obscene: "Although it is difficult for those tall wild men outside the Great Wall to spot you..."

Tyrion paused for a moment, and said angrily, "Mercenary, are you worried that the dwarf will be trampled to death by the wildlings?"

Ser Bronn grinned. "It's not easy. You're very agile, after all. I'm pissed they didn't trample you to death."

"I'm so relieved. You really know how to comfort people."

Tyrion's expression faltered. "I am going to wake up my giant friends who are still dreaming."

Turning a corner, the two of them continued to walk down the stone steps. Ser Bronn raised an eyebrow: "Are you planning to let the giants join the battle?"

Tyrion nodded and said solemnly, "Whatever Stannis's plan is, it is clear from what happened tonight that he is now very crazy."

As soon as he stopped walking, he raised his arms and grabbed the handrail of the stairs: "Only by hurting him immediately can he wake up a little and temporarily divert his attention from Donghaiwang."

Ser Bronn rubbed his chin. "If I remember correctly, this is the second time you've used wildfire to burn Stannis's army, including tonight? Well, the last time was to burn his fleet (Chapter 257)."

His smile seemed to be one of gloating. "After tonight, you will have to hope that Stannis is both calm and forgiving."

Hearing this, Tyrion grinned: "Don't forget the mission that King Green has assigned to you, mercenary."

Ser Bronn shrugged. "I will have a fast ship ready before Stannis and his hundred thousand wildlings from beyond the wall surround this place."

"Your plan is very thorough."

After a pause, Tyrion looked at Bronn and said, "Even if Stannis wants to eat a dwarf like me alive, he won't pay attention to Eastwatch in the short term... If he cares about the battle here, we would have seen his flaming red flag long ago."

As he said that, he patted Bronn and said, "Don't worry, mercenary, let's go."

As they continued down the stairs, Ser Bronn looked suspiciously. "My lord, I get the feeling that... in addition to crushing the enemy, you also intend to provoke Stannis?"

Tyrion shrugged. "Because I haven't guessed Stannis's true purpose yet, so I want to try to disrupt his plan. I learned this from the great King Green."

At the end of the words, although it was very quiet, Ser Bronn still heard the sound of Tyrion gritting his teeth.

He chuckled: "Sir, you are really insidious."

Tyrion turned his head and smiled, "Sir, I suspect you are questioning the wisdom of His Majesty Green."

Ser Bronn's expression was a little exaggerated. "You want to slander me, my lord?"

"Don't forget, I'm a despicable dwarf, but..."

Tyrion smiled and said, "We have long been one in honor and disgrace, Bronn. I have great confidence in your loyalty to His Majesty."

Ser Bronn's smile was a little flattering. "Yes, your loyalty and mine are unquestionable."

After a pause, he added, "Of course, my loyalty to you is also true, Master Tyrion."

"I am so relieved."

.........

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Something seemed to have happened in the Northerners' camp. Davon Seaworth did not encounter any patrolling cavalry along the way until they were discovered by the Northern soldiers near the camp gate.

These northern guards were like wild beasts ready to attack at any time. Davon, who had helped Melisandre dismount, quickly stood in front of them. The behavior of the ancestors was always rough. He glanced at the gray-robed soldiers who had drawn their swords. In order to protect Lady Melisandre's safety, Davon had to rely on his father's reputation.

"My father is Davos Seaworth, Lord of the Rainforest, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Fleet. My name is Davon Seaworth."

Although he succeeded in getting the gray robes to stop their actions, their gazes were still extremely fierce, and Sergeant Devan's Adam's apple rolled due to nervousness.

After a pause, a tall figure walked out from behind the gray robes: "Davon Seaworth? Why would you..."

As he spoke, he suddenly paused: "Woman? You, Stannis's witch, why are you here? Someone come here!"

He was full of hostility, and as his voice fell, more soldiers gathered around.

As they approached the camp gate late at night, Davon felt that it was a gift from the Lord of Light that they were not shot into hedgehogs...

At this moment, he could only be vigilant and muster up his courage to protect Lady Melisandre as best he could.

The cold wind blew, and Melisandre was like a swaying flame. She swept past Davon and walked forward.

"The night is long and dark, and everywhere is dangerous."

Melisandre nodded slightly to the captain of the camp gate. "I request an audience with Lord Eddard Stark."

As her voice fell, she slowly spread her arms, and her waterfall-like red hair flew wildly.

As she moved, all the flames near the camp gate twisted violently, and then surged out, instantly illuminating the surroundings, shocking everyone.

Melisandre opened her red lips and said, "I am not Stannis's witch. I am the messenger of the true God, the Lord of Light."

Lowering her arms, her disembodied voice echoed in the night: "All mortals must die. I come to save Lord Stark in accordance with the will of the merciful Lord of Light."

……

Melisandre followed the grey-cloaked captain through the camp filled with grief and anger and entered the tent of the visiting duke.

Duke Ed was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, covered with thick fur.

The captain of the Stark guard, Ser Kane, grabbed his head in pain. Looking over was a short and fat knight with a white beard and white hair. He was Stark's retainer knight, Ser Rodrik Cassel (Chapter 223).

Melisandre nodded slightly to him, took off her cloak and handed it to the servant Davon who followed her, then came to the bed.

"I have confirmed it over and over again..."

As Melisandre was looking at Lord Eddard, Rodrik's voice came over, his old face full of sorrow: "...My dear lady, if I heard correctly, you came here to save Lord Ned."

He stared at Melisandre and said, "This may sound crazy, but I know you are a witch. Please tell me, did I hear you wrong?"

Sir Kane's bloodshot eyes also moved over, and his expression told her that he was extremely nervous that she would deny it.

Melisandre swept her fiery red eyes over them and said gently, "You heard it right. The One True God, the Lord of Light, had mercy on the world and asked me to bring back Lord Stark."

Hearing this, Sir Cain stood up suddenly. He had been praying madly to the new and old gods, asking them to bring his lord back to life. For this... he was willing to do anything, even if it meant taking his life.

Sir Rodrik secretly clenched his fists, forcing himself to calmly deal with this witch who looked extremely dangerous. He glanced at Sir Cain who was breathing rapidly and asked, "Are you kidding me?"

Melisandre chuckled: "Whether it's a joke or the truth, do you want to give up this only hope?"

After a while, Ser Rodrik nodded: "The North will never forget."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sir Kane asked hurriedly: "What should we do, Master Witch?"

The flames in the brazier were blazing. Melisandre pointed to the long table for the war meeting next to it and said, "Please carry the Lord of Winterfell up there."

After looking at each other, Sir Rodrik and Sir Cain did not hesitate. They worked together to carry Duke Eddard over and placed him on the long table.

"Take off his robe and strip him naked."

Sir Cain started alone, and when Lord Eddard, who was lying on the long table, was left with only his pants, Melisandre raised her hand slightly: "It's OK."

Then, she said, "Don't let anyone disturb me," and walked over, her slender fingers brushing over the wound on Duke Ed's chest, his beard and nose, and finally stopping above his forehead.

After a pause, a pair of scissors appeared in her hand. She gently cut off a lock of Duke Ed's hair and beard and threw them into the brazier.

The flames suddenly rose.

Melisandre placed her hands on Lord Eddard's wound, then she lowered her eyelids, and the ancient Valyrian spell slowly echoed in the silent tent.

……

The witch's "resurrection" ritual seemed to have ended, and the others stretched their necks and stared motionlessly at the condition of Duke Ed.

After an unknown amount of time, Sir Rodrik's eyes could not help but tremble. He was definitely not mistaken. Although it was slight, he did see Lord Eddard's chest rise and fall.

then……

Duke Ed suddenly opened his eyes.

(End of this chapter)