Chapter Forty-Three: The Great Army of the North
Lin Yi hurried much faster than a war horse, and in less than two hours, they arrived at the fork of the Trident River.
casually found a forest, and Lin Yi put down Arya, who was dizzy in his arms.
"Gross-"
As soon as she held on to the trunk of the tree, Arya spit out.
Lin Yi reached out and gently patted her back and said with a smile.
"Spit it out, spit it out and get used to it."
Arya is not as optimistic as Lin Yi, she vomited up last night's dinner.
Taking the jug from the teacher, Arya rinsed her mouth and spit it out.
"We ...... Where have we been? ”
Arya looked at Lin Yi with a smile on her face.
Lin Yi smiled, took out the map, and pointed to the place where the Trident River forked with the light of the red sword.
"It's almost here, if you can afford it, you'll be in Riverrun City by noon tomorrow."
"Huh??"
Looking at where Lin Yi's finger was pointing, Arya almost popped her eyes out.
Even if you have good horses and sufficient supplies, if you want to get from the Crossroads Inn to the current place, you will have to ride for at least two days!
"It's a lot faster than riding a horse."
After coming back to her senses, Arya looked at Lin Yi with bright eyes.
"You can't learn this."
Lin Yi shook his head.
"Okay......"
Arya was a little depressed.
War horses naturally can't be compared with Lin Yi, after all, war horses are far from being able to carry out high-intensity and long-distance attacks like him.
Even in later generations, the world record for the best horse sprint duration was only 27 minutes, and the way to ride a horse was more of a ride.
Moreover, with the road conditions of the Ice and Fire World, the horses are far less agile than Lin Yi, and their speed is even worse.
Relying on [Leaping] and [Three-Stage Slash], Lin Yi was even able to break through the speed of sound in an instant, regardless of the loss of mana.
Of course, because there was an Arya in his arms, Lin Yi naturally couldn't really maintain such a high speed.
Even so, a speed of 50 meters per second can still allow Lin Yi to run a long distance of 300 miles in just two hours.
"Teacher, let's go on our way!"
Arya's eyes lit up.
Knowing that she would soon see her brother and mother, Arya couldn't hold it back.
"Let's take it slowly......"
What Arya didn't expect was that Lin Yi shook her head.
"I can hold on!"
Arya said hurriedly.
"I mean me!"
Lin Yi patted her head angrily.
The extreme rush speed, in exchange for a large amount of mana, is naturally a large consumption of mana.
With the total amount of magic power in front of Lin Yi, maintaining a speed of fifty meters per second, he would probably be able to hold on for two hours.
Arya smirked, then touched her deflated belly.
"Shall I grab something to eat first?"
Arya asked tentatively.
"Okay."
Lin Yi smiled and nodded.
Looking at Arya's flexible and agile figure, Lin Yi took out his mobile phone.
Because of the long night and the bitter winter, he could not confirm the true time of this world, so he could only arrange his routine according to twenty-four hours, and set the moment he woke up every day at six o'clock in the morning.
"It's half past eight in the evening, and with my breathing method, Arya only needs three to five hours of sleep to stay full of energy......."
Because of the cold winter, the nights in Westeros are getting longer and longer.
When we first set out from King's Landing, the sun would not set until at least seven o'clock, and now it was pitch black at five o'clock.
Of course, it's also possible that a day in Westeros isn't twenty-four hours, so the deviation in time gets worse and worse over the course of several months.
Lin Yi raised his head and looked at the sky.
"Let's rest for the night and leave in the early morning......"
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It was getting dark.
Looking at the flags fluttering in the camp ahead, Caitlyn couldn't help but smile at the corners of her mouth.
After so many years, she had never felt that the Luanhe Twin Towers of the Frey family were as pleasing to the eye as they are today.
Glancing at the tall woman behind her, still holding on to the hilt of her sword, Caitlyn smiled and spoke softly.
"Relax Brienne, we're at the Foury family's camp, and from here, the danger is gone."
"Danger is everywhere, ma'am."
Brienne shook her head slightly.
Looking at the big sky blue eyes that showed sadness, Caitlyn couldn't help but sigh.
Ever since she watched her allegiance to King Ranley Baratheon be killed by a shadow, Brienne was reluctant to let go of her sword.
Perhaps the gods really no longer shelter mortals, and this is already the second Baratheon to be killed by the sorcerer's secret tricks.
Caitlin thought to herself.
A ruddy-complexioned man dressed in full armor greeted him with four or five guards.
"Ma'am."
As Caitlyn dismounted, the man stepped forward and knelt down on one knee with a respectful expression.
"Your brother has instructed me to await your arrival and have us escort you to Riverrun without delay."
Caitlin was stunned when she heard this, and then her heart tightened.
"Something happened to my father?"
"No ......" the man shook his head, "Duke Tywin left Harrenhal with his troops, and we fear you'll run into Lannister's soldiers and scouts. ”
God forbid!
Caitlyn's heart was relieved, and she looked at the collapsed manor in front of her.
"Hawen, how far is Duke Tywin from us?"
"......I don't know," Ha Wen shook his head, "There are their scouts on every road, and no one can figure out how far their large army will go, but it will take at least three days to ride." ”
"It's not good to stay here, let's go as soon as possible......"
Caitlyn sighed.
Hewen nodded respectfully, and then immediately ordered the camp to be pulled out and the whole army marched west.
Along the way, Caitlin begins to ask Haven about her son Robb's battle.
"Congratulations Madam, Your Majesty has won a great victory in Oxford, although the Golden Tooth City is strong, how can it stop Your Majesty's divine might, the Lannister was defeated by Your Majesty, and the commander Sir Stafford Lannister was also killed by His Majesty's own hands......"
There was unconcealed joy in Hewen's tone, but Caitlyn wasn't as happy as he was.
After all, it was her son who was fighting on the front line.
Just as Ha Wen was about to report the details of the battle to Caitlin, a scout from the front army came to report.
"Madame, sir."
The scout saluted the two men on horseback before speaking.
"The army was met by two men who stood in the way, and the subordinates thought they were going to defect to the refugees in Riverrun, but they asked to see Lady Caitlyn by name, and the shorter child said, ......"
At this, a strange look appeared on the scout's face.
"Say what."
Ha Wen frowned slightly.
The scout bowed slightly towards Caitlin.
"She said, she was Lady Caitlin's daughter, Arya Stark."
"Ridiculous!"
"What?!"
Hewen's scolding and Caitlin's exclamation sounded at the same time, and everyone couldn't help but be stunned when they heard this.
Hewen was also stunned, turned his head to look at Caitlin, and said softly.
"Madam, this is also ridiculous, who doesn't know that Madame's two daughters are in King's Landing, how can it be ......"
But Caitlyn didn't seem to hear him, and an irrepressible joy filled her heart.
She flipped off the horse with the nimbleest skill of her life, grabbed the scout, and said in an anxious tone.
"Quick! Take me there! ”