Chapter 257
2021-01-06
Chapter 257 It is impossible to escape with wingsWithout a single soldier, only relying on dozens of Warhorns and thousands of torches, Igor recaptured the Deepwood Motte, which the Ironmen had held for months. Except for a few wildlings who tripped over branches in the dark and scratched their skin, no one was injured. Correspondingly, they also did not destroy any enemies.
Igor is pleased with the results.
Theoretically, he doesn't need to care so much about the Mountain Clan People or the New Land Granters: Igor only needs to pay a Golden Dragon "huge" pension for every one they die in battle. Think of it in terms of Spiritual Victory - this Golden Dragon will just go back and forth in land grants and eventually return to Night's Watch Logistics.
Igor's heartache is not gold, but human life: the land grant is different from any other country in Westeros, its total population is currently less than 40,000, even if the older children and women are all included. Taking it into account, the labor force is only in the early 10,000s. The value seems not small, but as a small society, it can't actually withstand any consumption.
This means that while he oversees the lowest average inhabitants of the Seven Kingdoms, he has to cherish them more than any lord in the Seven Kingdoms...and not just out of benevolence.
In order to survive Mormont's death, he had to give up a clan once, but after that, unless necessary, he won't make any senseless feats or achievements. For Robb Stark, the Land Granters were already a big help in helping to retake the Deepwood Motte, and killing dozens of Ironmen on top of that didn't make the credit much bigger.
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The fire of the watchtower stopped spreading after the Wildfire burned out, and the rays of light also changed from green to red, and the new land grantors entered the city and participated in the rescue. It was quickly extinguished, and the surprise came soon after—the Ironmen didn't even deal with the hostages because they ran so panicked. The Glover Lady came out of Godswood with the help of her maid, Maester with a bruised nose and a steward with a missing leg were also quickly pulled out of the cellar by someone or a lift.
(No, maybe it wasn't because they were too panicked and forgot to deal with it, but the commander of the other side deliberately left them a way to survive, so that after the siege siege took back the whole castle and rescued the living hostages, don't deal with it. The escaped Ironmen are chasing after them?)
If that's the case, then let them go, and the oneself and the Ironmen don't have any grudges, thought Igor.
"Have you caught them...especially that...Yara Grejoy?" Tears and insomnia made Sibena Glover's eyes red as he saw that the commander of the rescue was not a House Stark member, but A black clothed Night's Watch was slightly surprised, but didn't mean to pursue the matter: "My son and daughter were taken back to the Iron Islands by them, and we have to take hostages to exchange for the heirs of Deepwood Motte!"
"Oh, Lady..." Hear Umber who led the team from the last Hearth and Igor to Deepwood Motte's booth: "They have already escaped into Wolfswood, and I am not familiar with this forest, it is difficult to chase Ah."
"Gavin and Ina are in their hands!" it was a mother's scream.
"If I escaped from the thieves of Deepwood Motte, I would take someone to chase without a word." Hauser shrugged helplessly: "But you said it too, Sibena. ——They are in the Iron Islands, even if they chase, they may not be able to catch up; even if they catch up, they may not be able to catch Kraken's daughter alive; even if they are caught alive, they may not be able to catch up..."
Igor had planned to let the Ironmen go, but now he has changed his mind after hearing the Glover Lady's request. Just like the little brother who delivered the food, looking forward to getting good reviews from customers, he now also hopes that the people rescued by oneself will be completely satisfied - at a very moment, he really desperately needs the gratitude of the North people, so that oneself can lead the troops south to achieve the best results. good result.
Since I'm here, I'll help to the end: "Don't talk about it, Lady, I'll personally take someone to take back the prisoners for you."
Hother turned back suspiciously: " Igor, they won't be stupid enough to walk along the road."
"I just have a way, if Lord Hauser is tired, find a room to rest...well, before that, put the castle in the castle. Search again to make sure there are no Ironmen left to hide."
Glover Lady looked towards Igor with grateful eyes: "That's very good, who is this lord?"
"Night's Watch Chief Logistics Officer, Igor West, Lady." Igor bowed to the other side and gestured: "But remember, Night's Watch is impartial... It's not the Night's Watch Legion who helped you get back the Deepwood Motte, but a group of passers-by. A zealous land giver."
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Not all women are Margaery Tyrell, and Sibena Glover clearly fails to understand the difference, but Hosser Umber would explain to her. However, in the final analysis, this matter will eventually have to be unified with Robb Stark, and it is too early to discuss.
Igor threw the two North nobles with strange expressions below and walked towards oneself's subordinates: "Where did those Ironmen flee?"
"They will go south for a while, It will go west, and there are no rules to follow, probably because we are afraid that someone will chase us."
"Tell Orell, work hard, and keep an eye on those people." Igor resigned: "The rest Everyone rested on the spot, took a sip of water, took a nap... The commander stared at the people under oneself, and nothing was allowed to move, Deepwood Motte is not our trophy! After determining the direction of the Ironmen's escape, follow the road to catch They go ahead!"
"Yes, sir!"
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The tower of the Deepwood Motte disappeared from view, and the roar of the North army and The sound of the horn gradually subsided. Asha and more than a hundred subordinates headed south, west and southwest, adjusting the direction every time they walked a section of the road. The wolf cub took back the castle, and oneself didn't tear up the vote, she thought, maybe they won't kill to the last one.
She feels that oneself has not been tracked, yes, but what she doesn't know is: Leaving the road and walking through the forest not only can't get rid of the tail, but also makes it more difficult for oneself to escape - because chasing Theirs was not any "man", but an eagle a few hundred feet above his head.
Igor forced all the Skinchangers from beyond the wall to be placed under house arrest in Queenscrown after wildling.
Those with special abilities who can communicate with animals, control wild beasts, and have unpredictable abilities are in awe of being dressed up as God and playing the Devil when they are beyond the wall... but through Wall Only later did I find out: Night's Watch is not only not afraid of them, but seems to know their abilities very well, plus I have seen or heard of Melisandre's Magic power, and most of the pets are locked in Queenscrown's cage and under strict supervision... There were no birds in the spectrum a few times. Not long ago, I heard about Ser Buckwell's deeds of slaughtering a tribe in half a day. How dare you not be obediently and honestly obedient.
This time, Igor has brought two of them who can control birds and have the advantage of air reconnaissance. Unless they have wings, this small group of Ironmen will not be able to fly at all. Out of the palm of Night's Watch.
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After fleeing through the woods in the middle of the night, the Ironmen’s physical strength gradually reached the limit, and the weaker ones couldn’t hold it any longer: “We have to walk more. Far away?"
If you continue like this, someone will be left behind, Asha reluctantly succumbs to the fact, but does not intend to stop: "Then slow down, but keep walking until you reach the beach or Sun comes out. ."
A shameful rout, but with an obsession to "go home," the Ironmen grit their teeth and move on. Not walking along the road means not only unevenness, but even the trees are denser, the forest obscures the rays of light of the moon and the stars, and the ground underfoot is dark and muddy. People or horses kept tripping or stepping into pits, but after a while, one broke his front leg, and the rider on it had a bruised face, but he had to slit his throat to stop him from neighing.
There was no advantage on the horse, and all the riders were on the ground.
"We need some torch."
"Tell the northerner where we are?" Asha cursed, beginning to suspect that abandoning the city was a mistake. She took off her helmet, stroked her sweaty hair back, and painted plums for the exhausted crew to quench their thirst: "Come on, the Black Wind is waiting for us by the sea!"
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