Twin City Castle, the wedding scene of Edmure of the Tully family and Roslyn of the Freys.

The smell of alcohol and food filled the air, and the hall was filled with laughing Stark guests, shouting and laughing jokes.

On the musicians' platform at the bottom of the hall, the cries of flutes, the trills of the pipes, the screams of the violins and the roar of the horns were heard at the same time, adding a layer of noisy melody to the wedding.

The rain continued outside, but the air inside the city became more and more suffocating and warm. A flame rose from the fireplace in the hall, and a row of torches on the wall emitted black smoke. Everything seemed so disorganized.

When the wine was hot, the Stark family, both knights and soldiers, were so drunk that they couldn't even stand up.

The band on the balcony was halfway through the previous song, when it suddenly turned, and before it could be stilled, another song was played, but no one opened the words.

Mrs. Stark, the only one in the room who didn't drink, was stunned when she heard the song "Rainy Season in Casterme", Lannister's song.

Why the wedding of the Tully and Frey families played the song of Stark's old enemy Lannister. Mrs. Stark began to feel that something was not quite right, and when she looked around, she saw cold, eerie faces.

At this moment, Wald Frey, who was in the main seat, suddenly stood up, and he raised his glass to Robb, "Your Majesty, I think I'm a little ...... I have good wine, good meat, and good music, but these hospitality are not worthy of you, and my king is married, and I have not given the queen a new wedding gift. ”

Robb got up, smiling, and about to say no.

Count Frey gestured to the side with his eyes.

A guard smirked behind the young wolf's wife, grabbed the queen by the hair, drew his dagger, and slashed her belly open, pushing his beloved wife to the ground under Robb Stark's disbelieving gaze.

"There's my kids and my beloved wife." This turn of events completely stunned the Stark group, and Robb was stunned, as if he couldn't believe what was in front of him.

Mrs. Stark was the first to react, "Robb! She stood up and shouted.

Robb seemed to have just come to his senses, he took a step, but stopped abruptly. An arrow pierced his body, just under his shoulder. His shouts were drowned out by the sound of flutes, drums, and harps. The second arrow pierced the thigh, and the young wolf lord fell.

On the balcony, the musicians put down their instruments, took out their crossbows, and shot them at the Starks.

Stark's vassals finally reacted, and they tried to draw their swords to resist, only to be surrounded by a group of prepared Freys, whose daggers rose and fell.

The door slammed open, and a heavily armed Sir Lyman Frey rushed into the hall, followed by a dozen Frey soldiers, all armed with heavy axes.

Even if someone dodged the first round of attacks, under the attack of heavy axes and crossbow arrows, they quickly followed in the footsteps of the previous group.

No one could escape tonight, and the northerners were swept away.

Mrs. Stark was immediately knocked to the ground, and no one cared about her weak lady, and everyone in the Frey family was excitedly slaughtering Stark's guests.

"Seven layers of hell!" Madame ** in despair, an endless, blood-red fishy liquid filling her eyes.

The Lord of the River Crossing sat high on a carved black oak chair, greedily scrutinizing the slaughter and laughing wildly.

Outside, the camp turned into a slaughterhouse. The flames rising from the wedding tent reached into the air, and some military tents and fifty or sixty silk tents were also burning, and there were swords and swords everywhere.

Stark's soldiers became lambs to the slaughter, and the executioners were the Freys and the Bolton family.

Robb's body moved, and he struggled to straighten up. The king had an arrow in his shoulder, thigh, and chest.

Lord Wade raised his right hand, and the music stopped, except for the drums. "Hey," Lord Walder chuckled, "the King of the North has risen. Your Majesty, I'm sorry that my subordinates seem to have hurt your people. Hey, I apologize to you on behalf of them and hope we can be allies again. ”

Robb's eyes moved, and his expression was blank.

"No!" Mrs. Stark screamed, and she rushed under the table to drag Walder's beautiful, young and goofy wife out, holding the knife down her throat.

"Lord Wade...... Lord Walder! That's enough! It's time to finish! She put her dagger against Mistress Frey's throat, "Please, he's my son, my first son, let him go!" We swear to forget it all...... I swear in the name of the new gods and the old gods that we ...... We will not take revenge ......"

"You swore in my castle, you swore in the name of all the gods, let your son marry my daughter." Marquis Wade's face was filled with the pleasure of revenge and malice, "Now, why should I let him go?" ”

"In my vain honor," begged Madame's hand, trembling violently, "in my Stark's honor, we will keep our word, and you may take me hostage, if you let him go!" Otherwise, I will cut your wife's throat. ”

The Marquis of Wald seemed to think for a moment, and then he said, "Then I will marry another one." ”

Everyone burst out laughing.

At this time, a faint voice came from the door, "I'm afraid you don't have this opportunity." ”

"Phew!" A sword pierced through the chest of the knight of the Frey family, and the man pushed the knight into the main entrance, and the long sword was drawn, and the knight collapsed weakly to the ground, revealing the figure of the person behind him.

Under the flickering firelight, the mantle seemed to be soaked red with blood, it was a black martial artist wearing simple armor, his whole body was shrouded in the shadow of the armor, the armor was not decorated with any patterns, family crests, like iron more like armor.

"Who are you?" Marquis Wade took a sip of his wine, the person in front of him seemed to be unexpected, but he didn't think that the other party would hinder his plans.

There is only one person on the other side, and he has thousands of troops.

The rest of the people are also looking at each other, friend or foe, it stands to reason that they should have cleaned up Stark's people, so where did this person come from?

Only Mrs. Stark's body trembled violently, her eyes shining with hope.

The visitor glanced at the people in the hall and slowly took off his helmet, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce you, in Lower Sauron Melko, the Earl, the Freelancer, the Chosen Sword God, and ...... Lord of the Dreadbook. ”

The next moment, a shouting and killing sound like a landslide and tsunami rose into the sky, and this sound was so loud that it seemed to resound throughout the entire Twin River City in an instant.

"Boom!" First, there was an earth-shattering loud bang, and a huge fireball streaked across the night sky, pulling out the Dao light trace, and crashed headlong into a castle in the city.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ......Immediately after, a continuous stream of fireballs was thrown into the city, and more and more buildings were surrounded by flames and burst into flames.

In the sky-high fire, the gates of the city were slammed open from within, and at the same time, the cavalry outside the city that had long been ready to attack poured in like a torrent of steel and flame, and the rumbling hooves of the horses on the drawbridge almost drowned out the terrible howls of those who were burned by the flames.

Everything came out of nowhere, and the soldiers of the Frey and Bolton families had just slaughtered Stark, and before they had time to cheer and celebrate, they found their homes wide open, and countless cavalry invaded their homes, slashing and slaughtering all living creatures that could walk.

Everything was so similar, but this time it was the Freys and the Bolton soldiers who were killed.

"Damn! Kill him! In the hall, the Marquis of Walde dropped the wine glass in his hand and shouted loudly.

"Kill Robb first!" At the same time, Luce Burton drew a short sword and walked towards the crumbling Robb with a gloomy face.

"Save him!" Mrs. Stark's words were drowned out by the sound of crossbow arrows.

"As you wish." Sauron lifted a raised table with one hand and rolled in the air for a few weeks just as it landed on Robb. One, two, three, countless crossbow arrows stuck into the plank.

Then, he pulled out the ice and rushed to Robb's position.

The two knights of the Frey family drew their swords to fight, but before their long swords could be slashed, a cold sword light flashed away, and two blood fountains gushed out.

Dozens of soldiers tried to block his way from both sides, but he kicked two long wooden tables one by one, and slammed into the front row of soldiers, and a burst of people flipped on their backs.

For a while, the sound of angry scolding, shouting, and all kinds of screams rang out.

Crossbow arrows were fired on the platform, but they couldn't even catch the figure of the other party, and they saw the black-armored warrior like black lightning floating in the air, passing through half of the hall in an instant.

"Can't let him save Robb!" The short sword in Count Luce's hand stabbed Robb in the heart.

However, one man was faster than him, and a dark shadow appeared beside Robb, his armored palm easily gripping the dagger so that it could no longer move forward.

"You!" Count Bolton was shocked, and then a dark shadow grew larger and larger before his eyes, and when he realized that it was the other party's elbow, he had already fallen to the ground with a crisp "poof".

The blow almost blasted his eye sockets away, and his condition was so bad that half of his skull was sunken in, and the whole skull was almost crescent-shaped, and Luce Burton convulsed twice on the ground, and dark red and white liquid slowly flowed from the seven holes, and the skull shattered and died.

The Bolton family was in an uproar, and the other party actually killed their lord in front of their eyes.

However, before they could take revenge, the door was toppled down from the outside, and countless Descenders poured into the hall.

"Kill!" The Advent swooped down on everyone in the hall like wolves, all of whom were the top of the Frey and Burton families, all of whom were very valuable.

Several of them glanced at the hall, and when they saw the corpse of Count Bolton, they suddenly felt a pain in their hearts, Nima This is five thousand energy points, why did they hang up before they could kill them!

The next moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Marquis Wade, who was sitting on the main seat, and then rushed towards the other party.

"Brute, kill you!" One figure closer than they were, however, was Robb Stark, snatching the ice from Sauron's hand as if he had returned to the light, and rushed forward with a roar of rage, stabbing his sword into the Marquis of Valde's chest.

The force was so great that it hung up in the air and slammed into the wall behind it.

"Hah! You...... Win, Stark. But...... No one can offend Frey without paying the price! The old marquis laughed miserably, tilted his head, and died!

"Nima!" Several Adventists who arrived a step late were messy in the upper echelons, "Again! Their hearts were bleeding, and they almost wanted to throw away their swords.

Fortunately, the shouting and killing sounds around finally brought them back to their senses, and since the big boss can't be killed, they can only kill some elite monsters to compensate for the loss.

At the end, Robb Stark raised his head to the sky and howled like a lone wolf!

The war in the outside world is gradually coming to an end, and the Divine Soldiers descending from the sky, with unstoppable might, slaughtered the combined forces of the two families of Bolton and Frey.

This farcical bloody wedding came at the cost of the death of Janine Westerling, the beloved wife of Robb Stark, the young wolf lord, and most of the subordinate soldiers.

At the same time, everyone witnessed the final end of Bolton and Frey, the two families that had been inherited for thousands of years......