Han Niu was very irritable now, and waved his arms on his horse to disperse the smoke and dust that filled the air.

Led the sentry cavalry all the way north to search, and there were fleeing enemies everywhere, but there was no figure of the old fellow of Luce Bolton.

He shouted at the light cavalry in front of him who had killed a group of routs and cried for his father: "Leave these routs alone, separate the two ends and go around, no matter how many heads you cut, you can't resist the old skinned one." ”

Luce Burton, this guy thought that he could survive, and actually organized all the routs to block his escape route, so that every time Han Niu caught up, a group of routs would inexplicably appear in front of him and risk death to block the way.

It's all like this, and they came out to die for the Bolton family, and I don't know what these people think.

The damn old skinning estimated that he would be able to reach the mouth of the White Blade River in another hour, and he didn't have a naval army, and once the enemy entered the White Blade River, it would be too late for him to sail north.

"Divide the troops into two ways, we will go around, take off all the armor for me, take the bow and crossbow, and arrive at the mouth of the White Blade River as quickly as possible."

The downstream ferry of the White Blade River is actually a mile away from the water gate north of White Harbor.

The river originates in the Lone Mountain north of Castle of Terror, runs through White Harbor City, and finally empties into the waters of Bite Bay.

Luce Burton was lying on his horse's back, and his inner thighs and abdomen were very uncomfortable all the way.

However, when he saw a boat quietly moored on the bank of a wide murky river in front of him, he finally had a smile on his face, and the things he had lost were far less than what he had gained.

He thinks he's about to win his life.

A knight of the House of Bolton jumped off his horse, quickly came to his side, and carefully lifted the Earl of the Castle of the Terror, Luce Bolton, off his horse.

Luce Burton's crushed leg, the wound was touched, he gasped in pain, gritted his teeth and cursed, lowered his head while supporting the injured thigh, and said to the family knight behind him: "You send a few more horsemen along the road to collect the rout, those damn light cavalry, I always feel that they have to catch up." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt strangely quiet, and Luce Burton was tired, and he wished for a quiet place where he could spend his last years in secret, even if it was the greatest gift of the gods to him.

However, the eerie silence at this time does not bode well.

He gritted his teeth and shouted in pain, "Why didn't anyone answer?"

One of the knights shuddered, "Lord Earl......"

Old Peel looked up dissatisfied, his gaze turning from his thighs to his back.

His knights were slowly drawing their swords at the moment, raising their longswords in a posture of imminent battle.

Ruce Burton's face was full of puzzlement.

His eyes stared at his knight without blinking, and then he followed the knight's gaze and turned to him again.

A thin figure, standing on the baggage boat in front of him, still holding a strange flag in his hand, and the strangest thing was that the guy was still very proud, with a smile on his face.

Luce Burton's expression became very strange, and he found that this flag he recognized, it seemed to be the Gripen banner of Lynn's army, but the flag was not large, and it was not clear whether it was an eagle or a lion embroidered on it.

But this is impossible, I fled all the way north, I didn't dare to delay for a moment, this is Lynn's Gripen flag, how can it appear here?

But there is such a thin man on the other side, why are his knights like a great enemy?

They were the most loyal and brave knights of the House of Burton.

Could it be?

A hundred thoughts flashed through Luce Bolton's mind in an instant, and a sense of uneasiness rose instantly, he couldn't believe it, and just as he wanted to move his body to look around, he heard the thin monkey on the other side smile and say loudly: "My lord told me before the battle that if I wanted to learn the art of skinning from the skinners, I would come to the mouth of the White Blade River to ambush after the battle, and I was not wrong at all. ”

As soon as the thin monkey's words fell, he saw figures flashing out from behind the big trees around him.

Dense figures surrounded all the people in the ferry, and there were no less than a hundred people, all of whom were holding short crossbows, the arrows of which had been wound, and their fingers were on the buckles.

"This can't be! This fucking can't be! How could Lynn have predicted it before the war began...... How is this possible!?"

Luce Bolton roared, and his knights were furious, grabbing their swords, and about to jump onto the ship and kill the skinny monkey in front of them.

Soon, a whooshing sound sounded, and rows of crossbow arrows were shot out, and these knights of the Bolton family, without taking a single step, were shot into hedgehogs and fell to the ground and died.

The thin monkey pouted and jumped lightly to the shore.

He came to the corpse lying on the hay, kicked the body of Luce Bolton tumbling over, looked at his expression of reluctance to die, and commanded.

"Chop off his head and bring him back. ”

He had just finished his order when he heard the sound of horses' hooves.

Guftavo rushed to the mouth of the river, glared at Sterling and yelled, "Dead monkey!"

Lynn soaked in the hot tub, a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

It's not a hard battle.

He had expected from the beginning that victory would be his own, and the soldiers of the Bolton family were too weak to fight.

Unless the battle took place under White Harbor, relying on the heavy crossbows on the walls of White Harbor to complete a perfect battlefield flank, Lynn could hardly see any chance of success for Luce Burton.

I don't know where he got his self-confidence, thinking that he could kill himself on the battlefield by uniting with the White Harbor Army.

Lynn wiped her soaked palms with a woollen handkerchief, and reached out to grab a piece of parchment with her name and family written on it from a low coffee table in the warm pool.

The North needs to change, and it needs to start with mass killing, especially internally, and the Stark clan is constantly falling apart because of betrayal.

The adopted son of the Tully family, Littlefinger betrays his stepsister Caitlin Stark, resulting in the death of Ned Stark, the former guardian of the North.

The Boltons betrayed House Stark and killed Robb Stark, King of the North.

Theon Greyjoy, as Ned's adopted son, took the Iron People Pirate to Stark's lair.

Ever since Jaime the Kingkiller betrayed the Mad King and killed the last king of the Dragons as the Kingsguard, it seems that the entire continent has begun to become abnormal.

What kind of Game of Thrones is this, construction is a history of blood and tears of betrayal.

These people are shrewd in their scheming, but why is no one focusing on the fact that winter is approaching and the strange spirits are about to return?

Lynn thought a little speechlessly.

I don't know what the purpose of the Three-Eyed Raven will be to rule Westeros by relying on Bran's shell, but a soul inhuman will not really treat people as people.

"Three-eyed Raven, what is the purpose of arranging such a big game of chess and finally sitting on the Iron Throne?"

Lynn muttered to herself.

He remembered everything he knew, and his mind was clear.

The reason why the Three-Eyed Raven led Bran to find him was to possess his mind or soul to Bran, because the Three-Eyed Raven knew that the Night King's strength was getting stronger and stronger, and the Children of the Forest and the Tree Cave could not stop the Night King.

The strange ghost was originally created by the children of the forest to deal with the ancestors after they failed in the battle with the ancestors, which means that the ancestors are half of the ancestors of the people of the current Westeros continent.

The Three-Eyed Raven is on the same side as the Children of the Forest, and is not the protector of humanity, on the contrary, he still has a great hatred for humans.

If the above inference is true, the sworn enemies of mankind rule over mankind in order to sit on the Iron Throne.

What kind of tragedy will Westeros be in then?

Lynn had no way of knowing, but the moment she asked the Three-Eyed Raven to use her power and start assassinating herself, things began to get confused.

You don't think Lynn is going to get in the way of Westeros to stop the invasion of the Wraiths, right?

"I'm a proper human, and one of his Green Prophets, a son of the forest, wouldn't have assassinated me if he really wanted nothing more than to rid the continent of the threat of the Strangers.

Because I represent humanity, and he ......

He was the Son of the Forest, and he didn't do anything at all when he possessed Bran, except to ascend to the Iron Throne through the control of people's hearts, through Stark's existing descendants, and using Bran, now the Stark with the right to inherit. ”

Lynn whispered.

Bran is the second son of House Stark.

His father, Ned, is dead, his eldest brother Robb is dead, and the Three-Eyed Raven had already broken his leg in the first place, taking control of part of his soul in a coma.

Could it be that the deaths of Ned and Robb are also part of the chess game?

Lynn is terrifying, this layout is so deep that it is simply creepy.

Rubbing her face, Lynn sighed.

It seems that I am too tired, and my nervous mood is relaxed because of the bath, and I start to think about these messy things. ”

Lynn shook her head, smiled wryly and threw the parchment out of the pool, closed her eyes and held her breath, slowly crouched down, and dived her head into the warm pool.

He was sober accurately.

However, Lynn had just squatted into the pool when suddenly his body suddenly burst out of the pool.

At the same time, a strange humanoid in the form of water emerges from the warm pool water, and the humanoid water monster holds a pitch-black dagger in its hand, and plunges it directly into Lynn's head in the splash.

Lynn rolled over and rolled out of the pool, and the dagger followed him out of the pool.

The blade of the dagger was pointing upwards, and the sharp edge almost reached Lynn's jaw,

Just as the dagger was about to stab him.

The soles of the humanoid monster's feet had broken away from the pool and jumped out of the pool.

In an instant, its humanoid body turned into a pool of splashed water, scattered to the ground in an instant.

"Whoa!"

The water monster, transformed into warm water, splashed down in the air and poured at Lynn's feet.

Lynn lay on the ground with a frightened face, looking at this strange scene, her nerves were tense to the extreme.

"It's witchcraft!?"

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