Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 333 Calling the Formation
Ravens do not fly over the hills, but messengers do.

The messenger sent by Barristan was none other than the heir of the Swann family of Stonehelm, Ser Donal Swann, the eldest son and heir of Lord Gillian Swann. He was captured and pledged allegiance by Stannis in the Battle of Renly Hills, and was captured and pledged allegiance by the people of the Vale in the Battle of the Blackwater. This was the case for many nobles in the Stormlands, but it was quite common in the war and political game among these nobles.

Donald panted slightly and wiped his forehead with his hand, beads of sweat dripping down. He looked up at the blue sky. The rolling mountains and the towering Storm's End were far away in the south. Beauty pines covered the land in front of him. Close to one of the most famous castles in the Seven Kingdoms, the King's Road did not become wider, but seemed narrow against the backdrop of the pine trees.

Several riders behind him dismounted and walked forward slowly, holding the reins. The attendant shouted, "Sir, take the small path. Don't get too close to the castle. It's hard to protect yourself from arrows."

Donald nodded in agreement. He chose to dismount as well, drew his sword, pushed aside the branches and bushes that blocked the way, and walked towards the side path.

At first there was the rustling of grass, followed by the familiar sound of drums and horns, one after another, the sound like waves, and Donald mistakenly thought he had arrived at the rocky coast of the Storm Land, with the sound of horses neighing, weapons colliding, and battle flags fluttering.

Donald's breathing became rapid. "The military camp is probably ahead!" he said to the family guards behind him.

After clearing away the mountain fog and vines, the view becomes broad.

There was no military camp ahead, but the flags of the families on the borderland were not fake, and they were torn in the wind.

"Long live Nightsong City!"

"Long live Harvest Hall!"

"Long live Black Harbor City!"

Donald waved his arms, jumped on his horse, and shouted at the top of his voice: "I am Donald Swen, long live Stonehelm!" The riders behind him hurriedly followed.

"What's going on?" the servant muttered behind him.

He didn't care what the situation was. Donald only knew that he had finally arrived at the main group. His heart was burning with excitement. He couldn't wait to see the commander of the border and inform him of the information about the damn mercenary group landing.

"I want to see Count Blaise Cullen."

The guards obviously recognized him and were eager to serve as guides, leading him through a series of neatly organized military formations until he saw Count Cullen in the middle.

"Tell me quickly, is it true that your father can't lift the sword anymore?" Bryce Cullen didn't say anything else, but started asking about his father's health.

Donal pursed his upper lip over his lower lip and nodded slightly.

"What a pity!" Bryce Cullen sighed. Astan Selmy on the side shook his head, turned his horse's head, whispered something, and ran towards the front of the army.

"What did Ser Barristan ask you to do? How long will it take them to get here? It's already been half a month?" asked Bryce Caron.

When it comes to business, Donnell was not vague. He attached the raven letter intercepted by Barristan and his own letter, saying: "The situation in the crown is different from that in the border areas. It will take longer to gather the army and appease the nobles."

Bryce Cullen flipped through the letter, frowning and staring at Donald, as if confirming the authenticity of the news.

"It's absolutely true. Eagle's Nest and the Rainforest have been taken over by the Golden Group. These are not ordinary mercenaries. The army is well-equipped and even has warships. There are no less than 10,000 people." Donald hurriedly expressed his opinion.

He looked around and realized that if he went any further he would be very close to the castle and was afraid that they would soon come into close combat.

"No wonder." Bryce Cullen muttered to himself. He looked at the towering top of Storm's End and said to Donald, "Gillian's eldest son, I wonder how your bravery compares to your father's?"

Donal was about to be modest when he was interrupted by Bryce Cullen: "Follow me to the front and challenge the enemy at the foot of the castle! Hoo!" The warhorse kicked its hooves and rushed forward. Donal wiped his sweat, which had dried up, leaving only sweat stains that were sticky and uncomfortable. He secretly complained, thinking that he had to go into battle before he had even showered and rested, but he didn't dare to show it, so he rode on his horse and followed behind.

The soldiers on the border were lined up in a long line, each carrying a quiver and a longbow on their back, and only wearing a half-sword on their waist.

The team of knights and attendants slowly spread out behind the long snake formation. The thick mane of the frontier horses was brushed shiny by the attendants, and a few bright spots of silver light were waving.

Five or six guards holding Dornish scimitars pushed a man to the front, shouting and making strange sarcastic remarks.

Who is this? Donal Swan squinted, trying to see clearly.

The guards who challenged him cleared up his confusion. They shouted at the top of their voices: "This is your Earl of Ewood Maydo! ~"

Several soldiers gathered on top of Storm's End Castle, seemingly confirming it.

The guard's scimitar was placed on Ewood Maydo's shoulder, shining coldly.

Elwood stood in front of the crowd in grief and indignation, with his head held high and weeping, his voice high: "Let the White Walkers take you, the bastard son of a bitch, Gilbert Farring! Bastard! Bastard! Brother of Green Valley City! Your mayor secretly sent me to the front line to negotiate peace, but sent a secret letter to harm me!"

"Farlin is going to hurt me! Farlin is going to hurt me! Farlin is going to hurt me!~" Elwood May was crying and snotting, his legs were shaking and he could not stand steadily, he staggered and almost fell down.

Bryce Cullen glanced at the top of the city wall and saw that there was not much movement, so he waved his hand and the flags changed immediately.

The soldiers who had challenged him retreated and Elwood was dragged away. Before the garrison soldiers of Storm's End could react, a long line of frontier soldiers drew their bows and shot arrows. Each arrowhead had a piece of cloth attached to it, and there was a line of words faintly written on it.

"put!"

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Arrows rained down like rain, and the limit of reaching a height of 100 feet on the top of the city wall was already reached. They had lost their sharpness and could not even penetrate ordinary cloth armor.

But the note on the arrow attracted everyone's attention. A soldier picked up the arrow that broke between the battlements, looked at the note, and his pupils widened.

It reads: "Falin betrayed and sold out Meidou"

"Shoot! Push them back!" the commander shouted. Everyone rushed into action, setting up crossbows on the city walls, loading arrows, and firing back.

Bryce Cullen fired several waves of arrows without causing any casualties, but waved his hand with satisfaction, and the flags were folded in and out, and the long snake line folded in and retreated.

"Goal accomplished," Bryce Cullen smiled at Donald, "Back to camp! Back to camp!" and jumped up and ran behind him.

Donald turned his head and glanced. He noticed that Astan Selmy's army had not retreated yet. The latter was giving orders among the soldiers. After a while, three or five soldiers came out, took off their clothes and armor, and walked towards the ground that had just been covered by rain of arrows.

"What does he want to do?" Donald asked.

Bryce Cullen continued to gallop, turning back and saying, "Keep challenging!"

(End of this chapter)