The church was silent in the middle of the night.

The remains of the Count of Jon were wrapped in it by the flag of the Royce family, placed in front of the statue of the Virgin.

Samwell was at vigil, and he was joined by Sir Robert Royce, the second son of the Earl.

"My father was cautious all his life."

I don't know how long it took, but Sir Robert suddenly whispered.

"I can see it." Samwell shifted his numb left leg in a different position.

"But alas, after all, I couldn't escape the curse of [time]." Sir Robert's face was hidden in the darkness, and his expression was not clear.

Samwell didn't know how to answer this, and after a while, he borrowed a sentence from the Earl of Jonne before he died:

"Time washes everything."

Sir Robert fell silent, and just when Samwell thought he didn't want to speak any more, he suddenly spoke again:

"The Royce family has seven sets of bronze armor."

Samwell's expression moved, and he immediately thought of the fantasy that appeared in front of him when he had just put on the [Time] armor before.

At that time, he did see the seven figures in the Divine Tree Forest.

"Are these bronze armor ......," Samwell asked tentatively, "what's the story?"

"They all have extremely old histories." Sir Robert's voice became distant and deep, "It is said that more than 8,000 years ago, or even earlier, an ancestor of the Royce family became the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch.

His name has long been forgotten, and he is said to have had six brothers. The seven of them are the best rangers on the Great Wall of Desperation, and they are also heroes who resist the invasion of evil.

At that time, the Night's Watch was not a garbage shelter like it is now, and the Great Wall of Desperation was home to some of the best and most devout warriors of the Seven Kingdoms, willing to sacrifice everything they had to fend off an evil invasion beyond the Wall.

It's a pity that the seven brothers of the Royce family turned against each other for a woman, and duel under the ancient tree of hearts, and in the end six of them died, and only one survived."

"Woman?" Samwell couldn't help but think of the ice beauty in the illusion who looked like a sculpture of snow.

"Yes. A woman, it is said that she is very beautiful, but also very cold, as pale as the moon, but also as beautiful as the moon. She has a breathtaking charm."

"And then? The only one who survived, Royce, he married the woman?"

"Yes, but he was cursed by the gods for killing his relatives, and soon died too. And that woman also disappeared on the Great Wall, as if she had never appeared."

"Is she a wild man beyond the Wall?"

"I don't know. Everything about her is a mystery."

Sam Wil's chin rubbed his chin at him, and he always felt that the story had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and that it should be hiding some secret that no one knew.

With the motto "We Remember", the Royce family should know a lot of ancient secrets.

Before, Count Jorne looked at Samwell's back with the greatsword [Dawn] in his eyes, and he should have known something.

As if to see that Samwell was still unsatisfied, Sir Robert added, "If you want to know more, you can ask my brother, who is the heir of Runestone and knows more than I do." ….

Samwell nodded, he remembered that the eldest son of the Royce family was probably named Anda, and he had met once before at the tournament in King's Landing, but the two had not fought each other.

"The Royce family's bronze armor has never been given to outsiders." Sir Robert spoke again.

Samwell shrugged, "When the battle is over, if the Royce family wants to get the armor back, I won't have a problem."

"No, Father has already promised you. So, as long as you kill the Red Viper, the [Time] Armor is yours." In the darkness, Sir Robert fixed his eyes on Samwell's armor, "I just hope you can put this armor to good use."

"I will."

The two fell silent again.

I don't know how long it took, Samwell suddenly thought

What did he say, he asked:

"This time, Count Jon commanded the Vale army to conquer Dorne, what is the attitude of Eagle's Nest?"

"Eagle's Nest has a strange attitude." Sir Robert spoke with confusion and a hint of resentment, "Actually, after receiving the war order from the Iron Throne, my father has been waiting for the young duke's call order from Eagle's Nest. But it didn't wait.

This war is for the revenge of Duke Jon Arryn, and the Eagle's Nest City is not active at all, which is really incomprehensible.

My father couldn't wait for a call-up order, so he had to go to the Eagle's Nest City in person, but was kicked out by Madame Lyza, and he didn't even see the young duke.

In the end, it was the nobles of the valley who were gathered by my father himself and formed a large army to go south."

Samwell was not surprised when he heard it, Madame Lysa basically had this escapist attitude in the original book, and she refused to send troops to the war in the "War of the Five Kings".

Although this time it was also an evasion, but fortunately, it could not prevent the nobles of the valley from leading their troops south.

After all, Littlefinger is dead, and Lady Lysa probably doesn't have the courage to stop the Vale nobles who are bent on avenging Duke Jon Arryn.

It occurred to Samwell that Duke Jon Arryn was dead, and so was Littlefinger, and that the valley had become a power vacuum.

Naturally, Lady Lyza's stupid woman was not capable of ruling the Vale, and neither was her young son, who was estimated to have lived long.

And Duke Jon Arryn left no other heirs.

The heir to the throne of the Arryn family, if Samwell remembers correctly, is actually a knight of the Hatton family, and this person's inheritance comes from the maternal line.

However, Hatton is only a small family, but its feudal lords, the Weywood family of Iron Oak City, are quite powerful. In the unfortunate event of the death of the young Duke Robert Arryn, it is likely that the Weywood family will use the heir of the Hattons to gain control of the Vale.

But the Royce family, one of the most powerful vassals in the Valley, may not be able to watch a Hatton become the Duke of Eagle's Nest City, the guardian of the Valley.

In short, in the valley of the future, it is estimated that there will inevitably be a dragon fight.

Both of them were immersed in their own thoughts, and they stopped talking, and waited until dawn.

Samwell got up from the ground, moved his stiff body for a moment, and heard Sir Robert beside him say:

"Lord Caesar, now that you are the commander, you should preside over the daily morning prayers." ….

"Okay."

Samwell gathered the crowd together and began to pray to the warrior's idol, praying that he would give courage and strength.

At this moment, Samwell felt that he had become extremely religious.

They need the protection of the gods so badly.

The current situation is so bad that even Samwell has little confidence.

He didn't know how many more days he could hold out under the attack of the Dorn.

I don't know when the Iron Throne army outside will be able to storm the city.

At this time, perhaps only a miracle can save them.

Unfortunately, the miracle never happened.

Time passed day by day, and Samwell had forgotten how many days it was, as if it was the eighteenth day? Or the twentieth day?

There are fewer and fewer comrades-in-arms around him, from more than 340 people at the beginning, to now, there are only more than 40 living people left, and only about a dozen of them can still stand.

The smell of death permeated the entire sanctuary.

"Why don't you surrender?" Sir Robert limped over to Samwell and whispered.

"If I could have surrendered, I would have surrendered." Samwell couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth in a low voice, "The Red Viper even killed his own daughter with his own hands, do you think he will let us go if you surrender?"

Sir Robert was silent.

In fact, he has long realized this, and this battle has been fought until now, in fact, because they know that surrendering to the Dorns is a dead end, so they desperately resist.

But...... In this situation, if you don't surrender, how can you continue?

Fight down?

I'm afraid that another Dornish charge will cause the Templar to fall.

However, the strange thing is that this last wave of impact has not yet arrived.

From morning to evening, Samwell and Robert stood at the window looking north, and suddenly realized something.

"I'm afraid the Dornites are about to run out!" Sir Robert swept away the decline and said excitedly.

Samwell was now controlling the falcon to hover over the North City Gate, witnessing the Iron Throne army finally ascend to the top of the city once again!

This time, is it really attacking?

With the lessons of the past, he didn't even dare to rejoice too early, for fear that it would be an empty joy.

Fortunately, there were no surprises in the progress of the matter this time, and the Dornites were defeated one after another, and the walls and gates were lost one after another.

When he saw the gates slowly open and a large force rushed in, Samwell was finally convinced—

The city is broken!

"We have won! We are saved!"

He excitedly told the rest of the soldiers the good news, and finally there was some laughter in the sanctuary that had been shrouded in despair all day.

But before they could be happy, bad news came.

"My lord, the Dornites are here!"

"How many are coming?"

"A lot! I'm afraid there are six or seven hundred people! The first one should be the Red Viper!"

"Damn it!" After Samwell got the information, he hurriedly climbed up to the second floor again, looked out the window, and sure enough, he saw that the Dornites outside had already drained the water around the Sanctuary and were making final preparations before the attack.

"Looks like the Red Viper doesn't plan to let us go before leaving." Sir Robert smiled wryly, as if he was ready to sacrifice.

Samwell said nothing, returned to the main hall with a heavy face, and gathered everyone.

His gaze slowly swept over everyone's faces, and he said:

"As you know, the city has been breached, but the Dornish are not going to let us go, this is their last madness. I don't want to lie to you, the Templar should not be able to hold it, so we must break through."

"How do you break through?"

"Of course, if we rush out on horseback, as long as we can break through the encirclement and join the army at the North Gate, we will be saved."

"But we don't have horses." Sir Robert reminded.

"Aren't there the last six?"

"Not enough for so many people to ride......

"Then let the six rush out." As soon as Samwell finished saying this, everyone's faces changed slightly.

These are the last six chances to survive.

Radish on the scale