The sound of horses' hooves came as fast as a drum.

There was a loud bang, and several horses smashed directly through the wooden door of the inn and leaped into the hall.

The horse's speed did not slow, and it ran nimbly in the hall, and the powerful impact knocked many unresponsive drinkers into the air, while the knight on the horse waved the spear in his hand at the same time, laughing wildly and stabbing the tip of the spear into the body of the fleeing crowd.

At the same time, more knights scurried through the hole in the doorway, turning the place into a killing feast.

Of course, the mercenaries and wandering samurai present did not stand still, and took up arms one by one to fight the people who came.

"Bastard! Damn Lannister lackeys, go die! The innkeeper was so angry that he did not know where to find a flail with a spike on the tip of a ball, and blasted a knight who was coming at him off his horse.

More knights had already found the main owner of the trip and rushed towards the three people sitting in the corner.

"That's them!"

"The Stark ......"

"Catch him!"

Zoro calmly took the last sip of ale and suddenly raised his sword and stood up.

Holding the sword in both hands, leaning over the spear and sweeping the ice hard, one of the horses in the front row was cut off at the same time, and fell to the ground with a wail, and the knight on its body was also shot out by the powerful impact, crashing into the wall of the inn and rolling to the ground, his neck was broken, and he struggled on the floor for a while and died.

The second sword was lifted from the ground, and a silver light flashed, and a knight in the back row only felt a flower in front of him, and then a blood line appeared on his forehead, and blood spurted out.

Zoro jumped on his horse, and the ice swept through the air, only to see a clear silver light flash in the air, instantly cutting off several stabbing spears, forcing the knights behind behind.

"It's time to go, ladies." Zoro smiled and stretched out his left hand, as if he was not on the battlefield at all, but just an ordinary outing.

The besieging knights looked at each other, and then two brave knights charged at him, but he easily dodged the spear stabbing and sent them back to the west with two simple swords.

The knights on the field were stunned by him for a while.

Jazz helped the two girls onto their horses and smiled at the inn as they blew their beards and glared, "I am very sorry for the damage caused to the inn, but it should be enough to compensate." ”

With that, he threw out a bag of gold dragon coins, laughed and rode towards the staircase.

"Oh no, he's going to run!"

"Notify adults ......"

The Lannisters looked at each other, they didn't have the ability to manipulate their horses upstairs, not to mention that they had been frightened by Sauron, and one by one they shouted out of the inn, trying to intercept each other from the perimeter.

However, when they arrived outside the inn, they heard a loud "clang", a wooden window on the second floor of the inn was completely broken, and a vigorous figure rose into the air and jumped onto the house next to it, and the horse stepped on a nimble step all the way to the north, and quickly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Roaring ......" When the Demon Mountain Cregan arrived, he saw the scene in front of him, and in a fit of anger, he stopped and killed a knight who had withdrawn from the inn, and raised his head to the sky and let out an unwilling roar.

"Chase! Kill them......" After venting, Clegane immediately roared in a rough rage, kicked the horse's belly hard, and chased in the direction of the other party's distance......

The chase spanned almost several countries, with hundreds of Lannister knights chasing after them like mad hyenas.

These knights burned and looted all the way under the leadership of the Magic Mountain Cregan, and the nobles, knights, and commoners along the King's Road could not escape their poisonous hands, spreading death and slaughter throughout the Seven Kingdoms.

However, the knights of Sauron, the target of their pursuit, were slippery as loaches, repeatedly escaping from under their noses, never engaging large armies, and once they divided their forces in pursuit, the ranks of less than fifty men would be eaten by one of them, and their strength was terrifying.

What's even more frightening is that the other party seems to be deliberately playing tricks on them, and whenever they are about to chase someone, they will happen to appear in front of them, and after a short encounter, they will retreat again, leaving them to eat ashes behind their butts, and Zoro will eat away at the Lannister's power little by little.

What made Clegane even more furious was that every time they went to a nobleman's territory, they were greeted by well-equipped nobles, and they did not welcome the Lannisters.

At this time, even Clegane knew that the best time to pursue had passed, and further north was Stark's sphere of influence, and if he insisted on chasing, it would be difficult to say who would be the hunter and who would be the prey.

This mission has failed!

"Let's go!" Clegan looked indignantly at the hill not far away, and at the end of his vision stood a steed that knew where his purpose was, and he could imagine the mockery and contempt on the other side's face, all of which made him furious.

Clegan tore off his helmet and threw it to the ground, his face gloomy and full of anger, he jumped from his mount, raised his two-handed greatsword high, and slashed at his horse with such force that it almost chopped off the horse's head.

The horses of the loyal servants fell to their knees screaming and died

"Useless waste, what's the use of leaving you!" Demon Mountain cruelly grabbed the horse's head and gulped down the horse's blood, and then he looked up to the sky and roared, "Ahh......h Sauron Melkor, how dare you humiliate me like this! See you next time, I, Gregor Clegane, swear to kill you with my own hands! ”

The roar spread far away, causing the faces of everyone present to change drastically.

"The wail of the defeated dog." Zoro sneered and turned his horse's head, "Let's go!" We're almost home......"

After the return of five hundred knights in King's Landing, the journey to Winterwinter was an easy one, and when they were discovered by the scouts, they were still half a day away from the lands of the North.

They continued on their way, and within a few miles they were surrounded by a caravan of horses. An old knight with gray hair led twenty heavily armed cavalrymen with the emblem of the Icewolf on his coat.

"Young sir, you are worthy of Madame's trust in you!" The old knight's voice was like a bell, and he bowed solemnly, and everyone in his companions dismounted and saluted in unison.

The other party was none other than Sir Rodric, an old acquaintance of the Knight of Sauron.

"Wan An, sir, I'm glad you came to pick me up in person." Zoro said with a smile.

The knight's squire brought a docile mare and let the two Stark sisters ride together, and they led Sir Rodric to Stark's camp.

"Good boy, your deeds almost calloused my ears even if I was far away in the north, and I broke through the siege of the Lannisters all the way to get here. If it weren't for those rotten guys, I would have brought someone to pick you up. The old knight's tone was quite envious, because this was almost the highest glory that a knight as loyal to the lord as he could achieve in his life.

Sir smiled noncommittally as he asked, "How are Lord Robb ready?" ”

Duke Eddard is forced to kill himself, and Robb Stark is his first heir, the next Duke Stark, whose decision is at stake in the future of Westeros.

"Lord Robb has established himself as king, and he is ready to raise his army in the north to fight against the puppet king Joffrey." As he spoke, the old knight's eyes were fixed on the knight in front of him.

Although Sauron's presence has led to some changes in events, the overall trend is still going according to the original history, not to mention the fact that he took the two princesses of Stark from King's Landing safely, which made the young king of the North less worried.

"Yes, when I was in King's Landing, Lord Eddard told me that Joffrey was not the son of the first King Robert, but that he was born of incest between Cersei and the Kingkiller." Sauron was naturally aware of Ser Rodric's intentions, but he had little interest in participating in the Rebellion of the Five Kings.

Robb's victory or defeat was not in his interest.

As the two spoke, they could already see a faint column of campfire smoke in the distance.

As we got closer, the noise intensified. When they saw the shadow of the tent, their voices became clear, and the shouting, the clash of metal and iron, and the neighing of horses were a mess.

The tents of the princes and knights were like silky mushrooms, all over the wilderness. Horses stretched for hundreds of meters, and huge siege engines lined the green lawns on both sides of the road, with trebuchets, ballistas, and battering rams, which were taller than a cavalry on wheels.

In the sunlight, countless spear tips shone brightly, as if they were burning.

Then they saw a familiar and delighted figure in front of the tent.

"Mom!"

"Mom's ......"

Sansa and Arya jumped off their horses and trotted into their mother's arms.

Caitlin hugged her baby, and the mother and daughter hugged each other and wept bitterly.

Everyone watched the touching scene, and when Caitlyn heard that her husband had betrayed and died, she almost thought she would never see her daughter again.

Now this nightmare is finally over......

"On behalf of my mother and on my own behalf, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Sir." His father died in humiliation, and Robb Stark, who was surrounded by his courtiers as King of the North, stepped forward and saluted solemnly.

"I promised my wife that I would keep the two girls safe. It's a pity that the duke ......"

"It's my father's choice......" Robb Stark glanced at his two younger sisters lovingly, and during this time, he had found out everything that had happened in front of the cathedral that day, and it could be said that his father had exchanged his death for the lives of his sisters, just as he had taught himself since childhood.

"I will be proud of him for the rest of my life!" The young wolf lord said solemnly, just like his father.

Sauron untied his sword from his waist and presented it, "This is the ice that Lord Stark left behind on his deathbed. ”

Robb took the sword, stroking the blade of the sword with admiration like a child to his father, and his eyes flashed with hatred and murderous intent.

He won't let Lancelot go!

By this time, the three of Caitlin and daughter had finished communicating, and they walked towards Sauron together.

"Sir, I will never forget your help to Sansa and Arya, and you will always have the friendship of House Stark and House Tully." Caitlin finished looking at her son.

After receiving his mother's message, Robb Stark suddenly looked solemn and solemnly announced in front of all the ministers present: "Sir Sauron Mercor, in return for your loyalty, I, Robb Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Duke Stark, and King of the North, in the presence of the gods of heaven and the nobles of the North, canonize you as Count Sauron Melko, and assist my younger brother Bran in guarding Winterfell when I lead my army against the Lannisters." ”

All the northern nobles present raised their swords high and solemnly witnessed this moment of history: "We will witness it!" ”

At this point, Sir Sauron's first phase goal has been achieved, and the Stark family is more generous than he imagined, and a single earl title and corresponding territory is enough to carry out his next plan.

"I hope you will take your duties seriously and treat your people well." Robb Stark patted him on the shoulder, and then he handed the ice back to Sauron, "She's yours." ”

Sauron was stunned for a moment, not taking the sword.

Robb seemed to know what he was thinking, and took the initiative to say: "Since my father entrusted her to you, you are her next master, and only in your hands can she bloom with true brilliance!" ”

After Robb finished speaking, he gave the sword a final look of affection, thrust it into the mud next to him, and then turned to leave.

The eyes of the surrounding nobles were almost breathing fire with jealousy, the earldom, the family domain, and the sword that Valéry had just forged, each of them was a treasure that could be passed down for thousands of years, and if it weren't for the fear of this Sir Sauron's force, they would have the heart to rob.

Sauron pulled out the ice, his sword glowing with a ghostly glow, reflecting his figure. This ice is unparalleled, and it has a strange cold magic, he really likes it very much, but he didn't expect Robb to give it to him.

"Robb Stark, worthy of being the famous young wolf lord in the future, this courage alone is beyond the reach of ordinary people. is too upright and easy to trust people, which led to the later bloody wedding. But what does it matter if you give me a sword today, and he saves your life one day......"

Robb Stark never expected that an inadvertent gift of a sword today would be exchanged for a desperate situation someday in the future.