Chapter 671
Second Stag guessed that dwarf had no good words, but coldly asked: "I don't understand what?"
Dwarf looked at the white clouds in the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and said softly: "Tired of logging!"
Tired of logging?
Second Stag face changed.
I saw Tyrion let out a long sigh and continued: "Aegon Your Majesty was still incognito when the Dragon Queen took the oath.
Dragon Queen created a great foundation in Slaver's Bay, and Aegon Your Majesty was the first king. The eldest son and only son, has the priority to inherit the Iron Throne.
They are direct aunts and nephews, but they are both kings. The two kings do not meet and are destined to belong to different branches.
The kings The only way is independence of will.
Aegon Your Majesty certainly doesn't have to abide by the aunt's oath, but he cherishes the love of his aunt and nephew, and chooses to quietly leave Slaver's Bay without saying goodbye.
And gave up Targaryen's ancestral crest and declared one clan two branches.
Since then, his actions have only represented oneself and have nothing to do with Queen.
Dragon Queen keeps her oath , but she is not a cold-blooded wooden person, thinking of her aunt and nephew bloodline's affection, without breaking her oath, she silently gave up the most trusted minister under oneself..."
He thumbed his thumb Poke oneself chest.
"Ai, two Your Majesty, auntie and nephew, the strong bloodline family affection, a cold-blooded person who can kill even his brother for Iron Throne, how can you understand?"
"What do you mean?" Second Stag gnashing teeth, eyes wide open.
"How Renly died, the people of the world know. Times have changed. In the past, everyone didn't understand Magic, only the unfathomable mystery of Renly's death; now, everyone sees the people around you... ."
Tyrion glanced at the Red Woman who was emitting a burst of heat beside his eyes, feeling a little numb in his heart, and his voice was a little lighter involuntarily.
——This woman is really extraordinary. Although the weather is sunny today, the snow in Winterfell is covered with snow, and the ice and snow do not melt.
He wrapped oneself into a ball with fur and felt cold.
But that woman, wearing a thin and elegant red robe, exposed most of her white, swaying chest...
Not only is she not cold , Even the people around her can feel the heat around her.
It seems that Dragon Queen can't do it?
Worthy of being Half God!
Second Stag is really an idiot. Last time in the battle of Blackwater Rush, this time he went south to attack Winterfell, and he didn't even bring her with him...
"You murderer. The villain whose father kills his uncle and kills his nephew, dare to slander my murder kin?"
Second Stag ka beng's crunching teeth made dwarf came back to his senses.
Seeing his terrifying appearance, dwarf glanced at Red Woman secretly again.
"Don't get excited, I'll kill my dad too, everyone birds of a feather, I really don't mean to look down on you."
Hearing him say this, Second Stag became more and more excited, Trembling, he growled, "Imp, are you trying to start a war?"
"If it's duel, yes." Tyrion raised his eyebrows.
"Only by you?" Second Stag held the Red Sword of Heroes at his waist.
Jon looked at the Red Sword with a half-blade exposed in surprise. The red light and heat on the blade had disappeared.
Well, Second Stag hasn't healed for a long time.
"A duel between Knights, you ride a horse, I ride a dragon." dwarf smiled hehe.
"I..." Second Stag's skinny, dry-yellow skin against the skull suddenly turned purple.
"Your Majesty, since this Ser dares to challenge the Child of Prophecy, why don't you do what he wants."
Red Woman's voice is soft and gentle, like a lover's whisper.
dwarf caught a glimpse of the magic power ruby reflecting red light in her throat, but her shivered spirit shivered and hot sweat oozes from her back.
"Hahaha, don't be so serious, I'm just joking, how can a little dwarf be qualified to challenge King?
It's freezing cold here, why don't we help first The North Duke takes Winterfell and then sits by the warm fireplace, enjoying a drink while renewing their relationship?"
Jon didn't want to see his two allies go sour anymore, and immediately invited the Commanders into his tent. , to discuss the battle plan.
Tyrion looked at the map provided by Jon, which not only marked in detail the names of the towers and buildings in Winterfell, but also the positions of Bolton's military deployment and ballista, and even Little Flayer's dormitory and headquarters. Not bad at all.
Obviously, this is another war of information asymmetry.
He sighed: "Tonight, I can go to the city to soak in the hot springs. Earl Maege is familiar with the surrounding terrain, and led a thousand cavalry to guard outside.
I opened the city gates, and the rest The people below rushed in and killed all the Skinners in the city.
If anyone escapes, Earl Maege will be responsible for leading the pursuit, what do you think?"
Jon is nominee, if dwarf can Blast open the city gates quickly and do whatever you want with the rest.
"Stannis Your Majesty, what do you think?" he looked towards the gloomy Second Stag.
“Where’s Roose Bolton?” Second Stag asked.
There is no sign of the Old Flayer on the map.
Lamprey rubbed his fat, greasy chin and muttered, "Ramsay that savage married Miss Arya, and Winterfell is his.
After the savage defeated you, Lord Leech, Just leave Winterfell, he says he's been away from Dreadfort for a few years and feels a little homesick."
"That's not my little sister, Iron Throne's Jeyne Poole disguise as Arya." Jon said quickly.
Second Stag tapped the map twice with his knuckled fingers and said, "I don't care about the others, but I want Theon Greyjoy and Ramsay Bolton, both of whom are full of evil and must be judged by King. "
Tyrion said with a sneer: "Burn to Red God? What country's law is this judgment in?"
"Aegon Your Majesty didn't come, here is the title of King Stannis Highest," Davos reminded.
"Theon..." Jon frowned, "Theon didn't kill Rickon and Bran, crime not deserving of death, and now... he's been punished. , maybe you can let him go."
Second Stag glared at Jon and said, "He reneged on his promise, sneak attack Winterfell, which was the fuse of the following series of events, indirectly destroying your family, How can you forgive easily?"
Jon frowned.
Theon doesn't betray Robb, Winterfell won't fall, Little Flayer can't survive - Little Flayer was arrested as a stinker and put in Winterfell death row, the best result is to put on black clothed , Theon released him - Moat Cailin won't fall into Ironmen's hands, Robb doesn't have to rush back to North, the result will really be different...
This is the same as the corresponding Game of Thrones "The plot is different. Although Uncle Finger is willing to send guns, Ramsay and Skinner's forces are completely out of his sight.
The North, which was crippled and was still divided, and the rich and well-preserved Vale, which would you choose?
Anyone in their right mind would choose Vale and take back Winterfell with Vale's soldiers.
Therefore, it is more valuable to use Sansa to marry "heir Harry" to stabilize Uncle Finger's rule over Vale.
Of course, Aegon, who was born out of nowhere to drive Black Dread, is more valuable than Harry.
In any case, Little Flayer can't marry Sansa, but Stark's righteousness is needed to rule the North.
So, Tywin used Sansa's maid, Jeyne Poole, to replace Arya's household registration, and Old Flayer let the illegalimate child marry the fake princess.
Before becoming Arya, Jeyne Poole also went to Uncle Finger "slippery women's supermarket chain" for a period of study.
Little Flayer not only married a maid, but the maid also worked as a prostitute for half a year, what a bad word!
Jon's raven went back to Winterfell a few times to know the true identity of "Arya", and Theon stayed in Winterfell without sending Mance Rayder to save his sister a thousand miles away (ps).
Tyrion frowned, "You can try Ramsay and Theon, but not in private courts. According to tradition, at least representatives of nobles and commoners should be invited as witnesses."
Of course he I don't care if Ramsay and Theon live or die, but Second Stag named them both, indicating that the blood of the two false kings also has power - Theon is the son of King Balon, and Ramsay oneself is King in the North.
"That's right."
"It's right."
"Even Whore Queen Dowager invites witnesses."
Lamprey squinted a pair of small eyes and first agreed, then the North and Riverlands Knights agreed.
A consensus is reached, and the battle begins immediately.
A 300kg water tank-type kerosene bomb fell from a height of 400 meters, and the city gate immediately fell into a fire sea. When the city gate burned down, Jon took the lead, riding a long hair as tall as a bison. Unicorns, leading 500 unicorns Knight first rushed into Winterfell, and then...
In fact, Ramsay Bolton's troops are not weak, Skinner's three thousand soldiers; Barrowton, Hearth, etc. to join Bolton North nobles, about five thousand; and House Frey's two thousand.
10,000 people defending the city, enough to deal with ten times as many enemies. Coupled with the cold weather in the North, the defenders have an advantage.
If there is no such cheat as "Air Force Bombing" provided by Tyrion, Jon and Little Flayer can't say fifty fifty to "Snow of Fate", and fight about a year.
With Little Flayer's treacherousness and insidiousness, Jon may not win in the end.
Even with Wyvern's air support, Tyrion couldn't make it to the cozy stone castle that night.
The war was fierce. Little Flayer had been in charge of the battle because his right leg was bitten off by Jon earlier, but had been directing the battle in the castle. The embarrassed Direwolf and Tyrion's Wyvern could not be decapitated.
As long as the command system does not collapse, the war will continue, from noon to dusk.
Some North nobles who took refuge in Bolton almost escaped in the dark of night, and it was only in the early morning of the second day that House Bolton's blood-colored Skinner flag completely disappeared from Winterfell.
Winterfell drill field.
The once white and smooth snow was stained with the black wet mud splashed by the people and horses, and the dark red blood splashed by the corpses.
Like a brand-new white Myr wool blanket, thrown into a ditch and washed.
In the center of the drill field, more than a dozen Knights with messy armor and desperate expressions were tied to wooden stakes, surrounded by tall firewood.
Lamprey's face was filled with joy of revenge, and his shiny high riding boots made a cheerful chirp in the filthy snow.
He walked up to a bald man with a short chin and wet red eyes, and said with a smile: "Aerys Frey, is my meat pie delicious?"
"What? The short-chin man opened his confused, wet red eyes and stared out of focus at the bloated Big Fatty like a wine barrel.
Gradually, he came back to his senses and cursed: "Traitor! You swore an oath to Iron Throne, and you swore allegiance to Duke Bolton. You betrayed your oath and you will be punished."
"There will always be only one person in my title, King in the North Stark!" Lord Lamprey sneered again and again, "It's you, Frey, who have already paid for it."
"Hurry up. , everyone is waiting!"
Not far away, Ser Godry Farring beside Second Stag urged.
Well, Second Stag was waiting with a large group of red believers for noon prayers, and more than a dozen nobles in the firewood were sacrifices.