The next day, an army of two thousand men was rapidly approaching.

"The red skinners on the foundation are the Burton family." Someone recognized their identity.

The Adventists looked excited and began to rub their weapons.

Theon, who was dining on the wall, threw away his knife and fork excitedly, and looked at the army with a flushed face, "So many people, loyal stink, he really brought the army of the Bolton family. ”

The army came to a slow halt ten meters in front of Sauron, and in the foreground mounted on his horse was a hook-nosed man, his helmet and neck armor forged into the shape of a human-faced human shoulder, and his cloak embroidered with the Bolton family crest.

"Dear Count Sauron, greetings to the Rams of the Bolton family." The hook-nosed man bowed on his horse and greeted him in an affectionate and flattering tone.

Theon almost didn't recognize him, and it wasn't until he heard a familiar voice that he guessed his identity, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy, how could a stinky guy have a war horse and shiny armor.

It wasn't until he gave his name that Theon suddenly reacted, and had a strong feeling of being fooled: he wasn't a stink, he was the cruel and savage bastard of Count Bolton!

He saw that his former servant seemed to glance at the castle and smiled mockingly, and then heard him say loudly, "My father has heard of a rebellious plot to take Winterfell, and has sent me to assist my lordship. After all, we in the Bolton family are also loyal vassals of the Starks. ”

"Thank you very much Earl Bolton for your help." Under everyone's gaze, Zoro slowly raised the cold ice diagonally, and suddenly issued an order, "Everyone listen to the order, kill!" ”

The sword body tore through the air and drew a silver trace, and the war horse galloped, and the shock protruded!

Endless shouts of killing rang out from the rear row, and a team of five hundred men covered up from the rear of the Bolton army.

Before the two armies could clash, a rain of arrows shot down from the sky.

......The sound of iron entering the flesh continued to sound, and the extremely accurate arrows shot into the flesh through the gaps in the armor joints, taking the lives of dozens of Burton soldiers in an instant.

"What do you mean, Your Excellency?" Rams dodged the arrows fired at him for the first time, and now he was shivering and hiding under the shields of the guards, screaming at the other side.

He looks like a resentful woman who has been severely hurt by men and abandoned.

Count Sauron's habit of talking nonsense with the dead, he smiled coldly, and his whole person flew out like a sharp arrow off the string.

"Quick! Stop him! Rams yelled, rolling and crawling towards the back row, only hiding in the crowd could reassure him.

Two guards raised their shields and spears and charged at him.

Count Sauron swung his sword and easily slashed the spear that stabbed him, bringing two lines of blood with him as he rode along.

The two soldiers could not stop him for even a moment, and they fell to the ground and died.

Count Sauron easily caught up with Rams, who was frantically fleeing, and with a slight slash of his sword, the ice instantly cut through the neck guard leather, cut a foot-long cut in his throat, and then rode away.

Blood spurted out, Rams clutched his throat, his face full of disbelief, all this was completely different from what he had imagined, this should have been a wonderful hunt, why was he the last to die!

Rams fell to his knees with a "poof", and the blood rushed into his throat, blocking his trachea and making it extremely difficult for him to breathe.

However, he could not wait to suffocate to death, and the last thing Rams saw was a horseshoe that was getting bigger and bigger.

"Bang" sounded as if the ball was bursting, and Rams's entire head became a rotten watermelon, red and white splashed on the ground.

"Bad luck!" The big man on the horse scolded secretly and spread his hands to his companions around him, "There is no hint of task completion." ”

Seeing this, several of the Arrivals who were unable to scramble showed thoughtful expressions.

"It seems that the kill achievement is not counted by the final hit."

This cuts off the possibility of the Adventists robbing each other.

But that's fine, it's fairer.

Putting aside the last of their concerns, the leadership of the Adventists shouted and formed small groups with their men to insert themselves into the Bolton army.

The Adventists are more adept at squad-based encounters than army groups, killing the Burton soldiers quickly and efficiently.

It was a fierce collision of steel and flesh, and it brought with it a fiery blood and a cold death.

Looking down from the city walls, dead and dying horses filled the market square outside the city gates. There was no battle front to be seen, only a chaotic mass of flags and swords, shouts and screams lingering in the cold air of autumn.

Although the number of Bolton's troops was large, the Advent led by Count Sauron was even stronger, and under his leadership, it was like a sharp knife cutting through the formation of the Bolton army, and they were unprepared for a sneak attack, which caught the other party off guard.

They launched small charges, fights, and charges again and again, and their scheduling was flexible. And in the crowded houses, every attempt of the brigade to form a group was in vain, and the huge strength of the Bolton army was scattered into pitiful pieces. The terrible neighing of the dying horse was accompanied by the mournful roar of spears piercing the human body.

The Bolton army finally broke up, and was slain by the Advent who were half as numerous as them, and they scattered and fled.

But how could they escape the hands of the Adventists who had been prepared too early, and besides, these were all points of energy that could run, and the Adventists screamed and pounced on them, slitting their throats.

The battle continued from morning to night, rivers of scarlet blood pooled and corpses piled up beneath Winterfell.

Nine out of ten Bolton troops were gone, and only a small number of soldiers escaped and fled frantically in the direction of Fort Terror.

However, today is destined to become a lingering nightmare for their lives, and even later.

Unless they can escape the onslaught.

Count Sauron was stationed under the city of horses, blood slowly flowing down the blade of the sword, he glanced at the stunned people on the city wall, and then he turned his horse's head and shouted: "Count Bolton abandoned his honor and plotted a rebellion, and you will follow me to kill the remnants of the enemy." ”

"Do your bidding!" This fight, changed the situation of being killed in the Huanzhu Gege World and the Bright Sword World, and all the people who came to the world felt extremely happy, and now they heard that there was still energy to enter the account, and hurriedly responded loudly.

Time was running out, and everyone rested for a while, and then hurried in the direction of the Castle of Terror. According to the plan, they had to rush to the Castle of Terror before Count Bolton received the news.

Fortunately, they were all descenders, and ordinary soldiers would never be able to withstand such days of marching and fighting.

On the other side, Theon at the head of the city was dumbfounded, he had countless questions to figure out what was going on, he vaguely guessed that the bastard son of the Bolton family had bad intentions, and how Count Sauron saw through him, after all, they were still allies in theory.

However, the final victor turned out to be Count Sauron, why didn't he attack the city, was he really afraid that he would die in the net, maybe he would have thought so before, but now that he looks at it, even Theon himself doesn't believe it.

Why did he just go alone!

The killing had scared him, and he wondered if he would be able to muster the courage to stand up to that god-like man.

Good thing he's gone! Thinking of this, Theon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief......

Then a dagger stabbed through his shoulder blades, causing his cheeks to curl up and twist in pain.

"What! He didn't react at all......" Theon heard the man behind him say this, and he turned around with all his strength, recognizing that the person who attacked him was the savage woman beside the little ghost Bran.

Behind her, Bran, Rickon, Sansa, Arya, Maester Lewyn, and many familiar people stood after the city had been destroyed.

The Stark children looked at him with a sad and puzzled gaze, they had been like a family, but now they were hostile to each other, and Theon suddenly had the thought that this was more uncomfortable to him than to kill him directly.

"It's you ......" Theon felt a bitterness in his throat and struggled to spit out two words.

He looked around, and he didn't know when he was surrounded by indifferent faces, they were Stark's soldiers, and his Iron Min's subordinates turned into cold corpses on the ground.

"Surrender! Theon. Bran stepped out of the crowd and looked at him with pity.

As if stung by this look, Theon suddenly roared wildly: "No! I am King Greyjoy, the future Lord of the Iron Islands, I have not lost, I have not surrendered! How can I surrender! Never ......"

Then a heavy punch shut him up, and Theon fainted instantly, and the owner of the fist, Addo, touched the back of his head and smirked twice at Bran.

"Well done, Addo." Bran praised Addo, who was of giant blood, and then ordered his soldiers to imprison Theon, "Don't kill him, find someone to bandage his wounds." ”

When Theon was dragged away, Arya's expression was rather sad, "My father was so kind to him when he was alive, why did he betray everyone?" ”

Sansa's blue eyes stared deeply into the distance, and the experience of this time made her mature a lot, and she was able to see many things that others could not see.

"That's because everyone has desires, some people, who pursue honor and duty, and some people, who are obsessed with wealth and power, and others, who yearn and desire for conquest and things that mortals cannot understand......"

Sansa's three younger siblings looked at their sister with adoring expressions, and although they didn't understand it, they felt so profound.

Sansa's cheeks flushed, "Suo...... As Count Sauron said, I ...... I'm just borrowing it. ”

"Oh......" The trio nodded, and then watched Sansa's face flush throughout.

"I won't tell you......" Sansa thinks she's seeing through the secret, and flees back to her house in a panic.

"What's wrong with her?" Arya asked her brother.

"I don't know, maybe it's too hot." Bran thought for a moment and replied earnestly.

Maester Leuwen watched all this silently, smiling. After everyone left, Fang frowned and looked into the distance.

In the distance, the count's army had turned into tiny black dots the size of ants, which he knew were black messengers of calamity and death. After a long moment, Maester Lewyn let out a long sigh and whispered to himself, "I hope your feelings for Stark are genuine, Earl. ”