Chapter 517
2021-01-06
Chapter 517 Fright Night (Part 1)Myrcella trotted back to the bedroom, tense, shiver coldly , full of tension and fear.
She had never been so close to Wildfire, let alone used it herself, although after being reminded by Igor, she had already marked the liquid in the vial as "dangerous" in her mind, and it was flammable. She was mentally prepared for sex and formidable power, but she was still taken aback when she unscrewed it and poured it on the outer structural column of the stable and then lit it with matches.
The dark green liquid became viscous because of the cold, and hung into vertical strips due to gravity on the icy wooden pillars that were deeply nailed into the frozen soil. The fast-spreading flames are all ignited from top to bottom - the improved Wildfire can no longer be ignited by body temperature, and also loses its explosive properties, but its performance as a burner is still excellent, with a sudden green flame and accompanying The scorching high heat that followed forced the unprepared girl to retreat half step and sat on the ground, the hair on her forehead was ripped off and half rubbed, and the back of the hand holding the match was hot and painful.
The injury on the buttocks was blocked by the thick clothes, and the pain of the slight burn on the hands and face quickly dissipated, but compared with the physical shock, the throbbing in the heart was really uneasy for a long time— - She spent a lot of thought and calculation to finally choose the stables, a building far from the city center and not crowded, but she really lit a fire and ran to the side to observe for a while, but found that: whether it was the speed of the flames, or the situation The development direction of the fire did not go as expected. This small fire, which should not have hurt anyone, turned into a big turmoil due to a series of unpredictable effects.
Our Little Princess, after Igor indiscriminately stuffed a box of matches and a vial of Wildfire during the day, concealed these two things in her clothes and made up a believable lie to get her way. Back in Winterfell, but after repeated many inner struggles, I finally decided to act according to Night's Watch.
Igor's remarks about "Roose Bolton's back against him" can't find a loophole, but the lack of evidence is too big to ignore, but for reasons that are unclear, Myrcella is being taken seriously by the other party. And sincerity... and the strong confidence that is hidden under these appearances, I can't help but want to believe him.
Not only did I believe he wasn't lying, but I also believed that he... was sure to take Winterfell.
Myrcella doesn't know that what affects her senses and judgment is not "sincere" or "confidence" but the invisible but real power of True Dragon. In short, intuition and reason are doing a good job. After the struggle, a consensus was finally reached: the question of which side of Bolton count will stand is put aside for the time being. Since this battle will happen sooner or later, and Winterfell is destined to fall, it is better to provide him with what Igor said than to sit on the sidelines and watch the situation change. Internal echo, let him seize the city more smoothly!
According to her experience from reading a lot of history books: the easier it is for the siege to win, the less casualties will be, the less anger and killing intent will be, and the possibility of malicious retaliation and massacre after capturing the castle The smaller it is... and with the past relationship between Igor and House Stark, after he successfully achieves his goal, he will definitely restrain his subordinates and not do anything excessive to the latter.
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That's right, Myrcella's initial intention to set this fire was to reduce the casualties of the city residents and House Stark members. But now it is discovered that the attack of the army outside the city has not yet begun, but the fire set by oneself has already begun to cause casualties to innocent people!
How does this make her calm down?
Under this panic, she still ran back to the main castle according to the original plan, but she also ran into the City Lord and protector Robb Stark head-on. In an instant Myrcella, she was so guilty that she could barely stand still. Fortunately, Robb let her go back to the house without a second glance, and she resisted the urge to tell everything.
Pushing open the bedroom door and entering, Myrcella finds Arya standing by the bed getting dressed.
"What are you doing?"
"There's a fire outside, I'll take a look."
"Huh?" In reality, "No way, your big brother ordered someone to seal the door of the main castle, and no one will be allowed in or out!"
"Aiya, he's really annoying." Arya has no doubts, the movement of her hands But without stopping, he put on his outermost coat and stepped into his boots: "It's fine, I'll let them open the door for me."
"No, it's a mess outside, You can't go out."
Myrcella stopped by the door, stared wide-eyed: Oneself's big mistake caused by a fire has been made, but Igor's attack on the castle has to start, and the consequences have already been caused It's irreversible, but oneself can at least put one less Stark in danger.
"Why? Get out of the way." Arya looked at Myrcella incredulously, wondering how she dared to take care of oneself uncharacteristically.
“You can’t go out!” Myrcella repeated firmly, straightening her back and chest, trying to make oneself appear taller.
"Get out of the way!" Arya glared angrily with hands on hips. Seeing that she didn't give in at all, she decided to push her away and force her way out.
Second Young Lady is a year older than "Third Young Lady", and normally likes to dance with swords and swords, her strength is much stronger than the latter, but the relationship between the two is normally good, at this moment It wasn't a principled conflict. Arya naturally didn't use all her strength in the competition... On the contrary, Myrcella was really trying her best to stop Arya from going out. They huddled together and couldn't tell whether it was a fight or a joke for a while. You pushed me and you shoved me, and the outcome was not decided. Instead, the third lady who was still lying on the bed was also annoyed.
Sansa threw down the pillow that was covering her ears and sat up, angry: "Arya! It's the middle of the night, can you please stop making trouble!"
As if for Eldest Young Lady The anger was dubbed, and two thunderous roars came from the window, one after the other, and the entire main castle trembled slightly when the formidable power came.
The three girls all stopped now, they looked at each other, all tacitly paused and crowded to the window, pulled the wooden board and looked out.
The inner wall of Winterfell is higher than the outer wall, and the room where the three young ladies are now crowding is not on the top floor of the main castle, so the height is not enough, so naturally neither the outer sect that has been blown up nor the outer sect can be seen. Two torch snakes are swimming towards the east and north gates of Winterfell, but this does not prevent them from overlooking the brightly lit busy garrison camp and the sentries running around with oil lamps on the inner walls. . After being woken up and armed, a large number of defenders who set out from the center of the city held torches and rushed in all directions along the streets and alleys of the city. Even the alarm bell was rang in the next minute. In the tense rhythm of dang dang dang, the school field The fire in the stables has not yet been extinguished. Under the light of the fire, the smoke and dust rising from the direction of the two city gates, which were blasted first, are particularly obvious on the background of the night, and the entire Winterfell is soaked in a depressing atmosphere of doomsday.
"Old Gods, it's the rebels... attacking!" Sansa covered her mouth in fear, tears welling in her eyes.
"Don't be afraid, Robb will definitely be able to fight them back. Look, someone has already rushed over there to support them." Myrcella softly comforted, but her mind was completely different. Matter: The timing of the land-grant army's action was a perfect match for the fire set by oneself, but what kind of weapon did they make such a loud noise? The innocent casualties caused by oneself's ill-conceived selection of the location of the fire are irreparable, but if Igor didn't lie, oneself really seized the only chance to protect House Stark, that would be a great consolation... Otherwise , I am afraid that even if oneself jumps into the rolling Trident, it will not be able to wash away the sins of the body!
Lying at the window stunned for a long time, but did not hear any comments from the third person, the pressure on her shoulders lightened, and Arya actually left the window. Myrcella turned her head to look, only to find that she got under the bed without a word, pouted her buttocks to find something, and exited again in half a minute, already holding a long bar in her hand.
"This is?"
"Needle!" Arya slammed her sword out of the scabbard, choked with red eyes, "He... he dared to attack Winterfell, Look at me... don't stab him!"
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(end of this chapter)