Messila trotted back to the bedroom, tense and shivering, full of nervousness and fear.

She had never been so close to wildfire, let alone used it herself, and although she had been mentally prepared for the flammability and power of the vial by labeling the liquid in the vial as "hazmat" in advance after being reminded by Egger, she was still startled when she actually unscrewed it and poured it on the structural pillar of the outer wall of the stable and lit it with a match.

The dark green liquid was viscous from the cold, and it was hung in vertical strips by gravity on the cold wooden pillars nailed deep in the frozen soil, and the moment the match approached, it was ignited from top to bottom by the rapidly spreading flames— The improved wildfire can no longer be ignited by body temperature, and at the same time loses its explosive properties, but its performance as a combustible is still excellent, and the sudden rise of the green flame and the ensuing scorching heat forced the caught girl back half a step and sat on the ground, the hair on her forehead was half rubbed, and the back of the hand holding the match was burned and painful.

The injury of hitting the buttocks was blocked by thick clothing, and the pain of being slightly burned on the hands and face quickly dissipated, but compared with the physical fright, the inner throbbing was really uneven for a long time- It took her a lot of thought to finally choose the stables, which were far from the center of the city and uninhabited, but when she lit the fire and ran to the side to observe for a while, she found that neither the speed of the spread of the flames nor the direction of the development of the situation went according to expectations, and the small fire, which should not have hurt anyone, turned into a great turmoil under a series of unpredictable effects.

Our little princess, after being indiscriminately stuffed by Egg with a box of matches and a vial of wildfire during the day, made up a credible lie hidden in her clothes and returned to Winterfell, but after a lot of internal struggles, she finally decided to do what the Night's Watch said.

There is no loophole in Egger's statement that "Luce Bolton is opposed", but the flaw of insufficient evidence is too big to ignore, but because of the inexplicable reason, Messila is ...... by the seriousness and sincerity of the other party And the strong self-confidence that is well hidden under these appearances, I can't help but want to believe him.

Not only to believe that he is not lying, but also to believe that he ...... I'm sure I'll be able to take Winterfell.

Unbeknownst to her senses and judgment, what affected her senses and judgment was not "sincerity" or "confidence" but the power of the invisible but real dragon, in short, intuition and reason finally reached a consensus after a struggle: the question of which side the Earl of Bolton stood on was put aside for the time being, since this battle would happen sooner or later, and Winterfell was destined to fall, then instead of sitting on the sidelines and watching the situation change, it was better to provide him with an internal echo according to Egger's words, so that he could take the city more smoothly!

In her experience of reading a lot of history books, the easier it is for the besiegers to win, the fewer casualties they will have, the less anger and murderous intent they will be, and the less likely they will be to retaliate and slaughter after taking the castle...... And with Egger's past relationship with the Stark family, after he successfully achieves his goal, he will definitely restrain his subordinates from doing anything too much to the latter.

......

That's right, when Myrcella first decided to set this fire, her starting point was to reduce the casualties among the city's inhabitants and Stark family members. But now he found that the attack of the army outside the city had not yet begun, and the fire he set had already begun to cause casualties among innocent people!

How does this calm her down?

In this panic, she still ran back to the main castle as planned, but she also ran into the city lord and protector Robb Stark, and in that moment Messila's heart was so weak that she could barely stand on her feet, but fortunately Robb let her go back to the house without a second look, and she resisted the urge to take the initiative to tell everything up.

Reluctantly, she pushed open the bedroom door and entered, where Messira found Arya standing by the bed getting dressed.

"What are you doing?"

"There's a fire outside, I'm going to take a look. ”

"Huh?" Mysela suddenly returned to reality from her fugue state, "No, your brother ordered someone to seal the door of the main castle, and no one was allowed to enter or leave!"

"Oops, he's so annoying. Arya didn't doubt it, but the movement of her hands didn't stop at all, and she put on her outermost coat and stepped into her boots with both feet: "It's okay, I'll let them open the door for me." ”

"No, it's messy outside right now, you can't go out. ”

Messira stopped by the door, her eyes widened: the mistake caused by her own fire had already been made, and Egger's attack on the castle was about to begin, and the consequences were irreparable, but she could at least put one less Stark in danger.

"What? Get out of the way. Arya looked at Messira for some reason, not understanding how she dared to control herself uncharacteristically.

"You can't go out!" Misella repeated firmly, straightening her waist and chest, trying to appear taller.

"Get out of the way!" Arya glared angrily with her hands on her hips, and seeing that she had no intention of backing down, she tried to push her away and force her out.

The second miss is one year older than the "third miss", and she likes to dance and play with swords on weekdays, and her strength is much greater than the latter, but the relationship between the two is good on weekdays, and what is happening at this moment is not a principled contradiction...... On the contrary, Messira was really trying her best to prevent Arya from going out, and the two fell to the door of the bedroom and huddled together equally, and for a while they couldn't tell whether they were fighting or playing.

Sansa threw down the pillow that had covered her ears and sat up, angry and furious: "Arya!

As if to dub the anger of the eldest lady, there were two thunderous roars outside the window, one after the other, and the power was so powerful that the entire main castle trembled slightly.

Now the three girls stopped, they looked at each other, and they all stopped their noise and squeezed to the window, pulled open the planks and looked out.

The inner walls of Winterfell were taller than the outer walls, and the room where the three young ladies were now crowded was not on the top floor of the main castle, so naturally they could not see the outer door that had been blown open, nor the two long dragons of torches swimming towards the east and north gates of Winterfell, but this did not affect them from overlooking the brightly lit and busy garrison camp not far away and the sentinels running around with oil lamps on the inner wall. Awakened and armed, a large number of defenders from the center of the city rushed along the streets and alleys of the city with torches, and even the alarm bell was sounded in the next minute, but the fire in the stables on the school yard was still not extinguished in the tense rhythm of Dangdang, and under the light of the fire, the smoke and dust rising from the direction of the two city gates that had been blasted first were particularly obvious against the background of night, and the whole of Winterfell was soaked in a depressing atmosphere of the coming end.

"The old gods are on top, rebels...... Attack!" Sansa covered her mouth in fear, tears rolling in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, Robb will be able to beat them back, you see, someone has already rushed over there to help. Messila comforted softly, but her mind was already completely different: the timing of the land-grant's move was a wonderful match with the fire they had set on fire, but what kind of weapon did they make such a loud noise? The innocent casualties caused by his careless choice of arson location were irreparable, but if Iger hadn't lied to anyone, and he really seized the only opportunity to protect Stark's family, it would be a great relief...... Otherwise, I'm afraid that even if I jump into the rolling trident river, I won't be able to wash away the sins on my body!

Lying on the window for a long time, she didn't hear the third person say anything, and the pressure on her shoulders was light, and Arya actually left the window. Messella turned her head to look, only to find that she had gone under the bed without saying a word, pouting and rummaging for something, and then withdrew again in half a minute, already holding a long strip in her hand.

"What is this?"

"Sewing needle!" Arya Zheng pulled the little sword out of its sheath with a bang, and choked up with red eyes, "He...... How dare he really attack Winterfell, look at me...... Don't stab him in the heart!"

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