The rays of the midday sun shone on the wind-blown river, sweeping away the dreary rains of the previous days.

The south shore is all rich red soil, as smooth as a road.

Jones and Daisy threw the small wooden boat to the shore and dragged the frightened horses down, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Instead of looking for a boatman, they found a small wooden boat near the pier, cut the chains, and rowed it themselves.

Although I was not familiar with paddling, the boat was crooked all the way, but I also avoided the sandbars and reefs that blocked the way, and finally crossed the river safely.

It's just that the war horse seems to be a little scared silly.

Jones casually threw a few silver deer into the small wooden boat, and if the boatman was still alive and happened to find it, it would be considered a compensation.

At this point, Jones was also very familiar, he walked through this neighborhood when he returned to Winterfell from the schooltown, and then he was going to Riverrun, just pass north of Harrenhal, and ride all the way, without crossing a big river like the Trident.

......

The sun is shining.

In the fishing village by the river, one after another empty fishing nets are hung from the trees, and there is not much smell of fish, and it is clear that it has not been in the water for a long time.

When Jones turned his head to look at the fishing village, several children who poked their heads out from behind the broken stone walls immediately 'swooped' back again.

When the peasants working in the fields saw them, they also threw away their farm tools and hid in their houses like strange ghosts entering the village.

"The situation here seems to be much better than the village we met before, at least there are still a lot of people. Daisy asked, puzzled.

"Probably because of its proximity to Harrenhal," Jones thought for a moment, "there are three most important castles in the Riverlands, Harrenhal, Riverrun, and the Twin Cities. Now it seems that the area around Riverrun is the worst, where the people were either killed by the Monarch Slayer's stragglers, or fled to Riverrun, so to speak, a real dead silence. ”

"Actually, our northern borders are not much better now, and what we are left behind is basically a group of old and sick people," Daisy said with some concern.

"Tywin should have known by now that the Monarch Slayer was captured, and the war might be over, but what worries me more is the strange spirits outside the Great Wall. After hesitating for a moment, Jones decided to tell Daisy his conjecture about the world.

"I think I've heard you talk to the little dwarf about it before, and he doesn't believe you, but I believe in you, what are you going to do?" said the two as they walked.

"To be honest, I have a lot of plans, but every choice is not an easy task. I can choose to take someone to the Night's Watch to find out the truth with them after the truce. You can also choose to dodge temporarily, and focus on improving your strength first. I joined when I was needed, after all, I was sure that the 'savior' was not me, but someone else. ”

Daisy shook her head and said, "Now that you've got a prophecy about the future, maybe it's all from the old gods." ”

Daisy became very excited and said, "Maybe you are the 'savior', I think you should immediately go and investigate the situation of the stranger and destroy the disaster......"

Listening to Daisy's words, Jones stumbled a few steps and nearly fell.

He stared at Daisy's eyes in disbelief for a moment to see if she was serious.

Did you send someone you liked to danger?

He had almost said that he could use the tall pine and old oak trees of Amber's house to build a large number of boats, and that everyone would flee to the other side first......

Daisy's face flushed with excitement, and she held Jones' hand and said, "I believe that you must be the savior hero, and I will always be by your side." ”

"Well, it's up to you," Jones thought as he looked at Daisy's excitement.

His conjectures about the future are entirely his own speculation, and the reasons for his speculations cannot be explained in detail.

Of course, the most important thing is that he is not a chosen person at all, and he doesn't want to be a so-called savior hero, he just wants to live well.

......

The farther you get to Riverrun, the more manors and farmland are destroyed, and there are no people.

When the bright moon hangs high, there are even more wild wolves howling.

Suddenly, outside the cabin, the neighing of war horses came in, and the shouts and curses of people also rang out one after another, and there were quite a few of them.

The two people who were sleeping in each other in the wooden house immediately got up vigilantly, and then put on their armor.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound of arrows sticking into the hut kept rang out, and thick smoke began to pour into the hut.

Apparently the one who came was the enemy.

"Later, you will see the situation, if it really doesn't work, just ride the horse and go first, and I will be fine. ”

"No, I'm going to live and die with you. ”

Jones didn't expect the routines of the TV series to appear on his body, so he patted Daisy's buttocks hard, and scolded angrily, "I won't die if you die, I'm a black knight, don't hold me back, stupid woman!"

After saying that, Jones pulled down his mask, and with a "boom", smashed through the wooden door and rushed out.

"Call me a stupid woman?" Daisy gritted her teeth angrily, and followed out with a sharp knife in hatred.

......

Torches circled around the burning cabin like fireflies, and the number of people was about 100.

These people were not worth mentioning to Jones when he led the troops, but for the two of them, it was not a small number.

It seems that his whereabouts have been noticed by someone who cares. ”

Jones pulled the ice in his hand and asked, "Who is here?"

"I look like I'm here to make Wag Holt of Covre," said the tall, lanky man who led the ride on a black and white zebra, with a goatee and a helmet that resembled a sheep's head, and its pointed horns that gave it a sinister look.

"Wag Hoult, Kohor, have your tongues been chopped off?"

"The black rider seems to be bold enough, and he doesn't kneel down to beg for mercy when he is surrounded by my warrior group, and I will pull out your color head later, and see if you dare to tease me. ”

"Warriors?" Jones asked, confused, "haven't heard of it." ”

"It's the Blood Troupe," suddenly someone from the Warriors said.

"Who?" Wag Holt turned his head and glared at their own people, trying to figure out who had just uttered the nickname.

"It turns out that the mercenary group with the most scum in Westeros, the Blood Drama Troupe?" Daisy said disdainfully, this group of people is basically criminals and exiles from all over the world, and doing all kinds of evil can be said to be the best summary.

"Little beauty, don't worry," said a man with an iron half-helmet and no nose, "We will take good care of you later, and I hope your ** is as beautiful as you." ”

A chill flashed in Jones's eyes, and in an instant, the whole burst out with a strong killing intent that was eye-catching.

'Fury' had already begun, and he kicked hard with his right foot, and the whole person ejected.

In the frightened eyes of the noseless man, a little red light reflected from the cold ice blade flashed.

Subsequently, the man without a nose feels the world spinning.

With a bang, his headless body then fell, blood gushing out like a fountain.

Just like the shopkeeper of the 'Knee Stack' that he killed before.