As the long summer ended, the flowers gradually withered, and the high court also faded its gorgeous clothes.

In the spacious and bright banquet hall, the Duke of Metz Tyrell was feasting guests.

Since that day's hunt, the Duke of High Court has been indulging in feasting, music, singing and dancing all day long, and no longer bothering with territorial affairs, and this self-indulgence has made him a lot fatter than before.

Inflatable fish has become even more popular.

On the long tables covered in sumptuous satin, lavish tableware and exquisite candlesticks are presented, and of course, there are rich delicacies and golden wines from Qingting Island.

The Tyrells' favorite clown, Buttercake, sings "The Bear and the Pretty Girl" in a comical voice.

"Bear, bear, bear! The whole body is black and brown, covered with plush ......"

The sound of Dada footsteps came from far and near, and Duke Mace put down his wine glass, raised his eyes, and when he saw the person clearly, his face suddenly stiffened slightly.

"Lady Aiwen, aren't you going back?"

Countess Ewen Oakcht, dressed in fine armor, strode forward and kicked the "Butter Cake" over as she passed it.

The clown used this force to roll exaggeratedly several times, causing a burst of laughter.

"Mistress Mace." "I am ready to go to the battlefield to avenge my dead son. ”

Duke Mace was a little unimpressed: "Your son's murderer is dead, I heard that Lan Dao sent back the heads of those Stormlanders, you should be able to receive them in a few days." ”

"Not enough!" Mrs. Ai Wen gritted her teeth and said, "I want more people to accompany my son's funeral!" ”

"Okay, okay." Duke Mace was too lazy to deal with this crazy woman, and just wanted to send her away as soon as possible, "You can go, but I heard that the Blue Road and they are going quite well, and I hope that by the time you arrive at the Stormlands, the Stormlanders have not all surrendered, hahahaha-"

Madame Ewen looked at the Duke of Metz with a blank expression, and only then did she continue:

"Mistress Mace, you'll soon find out how the Oakhut family got their revenge."

"Good luck with your journey." Duke Metz said perfunctorily.

Mrs. Ewen turned to leave.

The music started again, and "Buttercake" crawled out of nowhere and sang again:

"Bear! Bear! Jump and turn, and slowly walk towards the beauty! Beauty ......"

But at this moment, a knight hurried into the banquet hall and said loudly:

"Mistress Mace! Oh no! The Iron People's longship has appeared on the Mandeb River! The port is under attack! ”

"What? Iron Min? The Duke of Metz was stunned.

One of the knights attending the banquet stood up sharply and said, "This is impossible! If the Iron People invaded the Mandeb River, how could the Shield Islands not react at all? ”

"That's right!" The Duke of Metz also exclaimed, "Is there a mistake? ”

"Your Excellency, you can't be wrong! I have seen with my own eyes hundreds of ironmen's longships appear on the Mandeb River, and the harbor has been shrouded in fire and blood, so organize an army to support it! ”

Only then did the Duke of Metz come to his senses, and hurriedly summoned the vassal knights and ordered them to lead the army to support the port.

……

Rumble!

On the Mande River, the Invincible Iron cleaves through the raging waves and crashes into a ship flying the Golden Rose flag.

In the midst of the flying wood chips, a monstrous mouth was broken open in the flank of the Rose Ship, and the sea water poured in.

At the same time, there were also iron people who were screaming strangely. Armed with spears and axes, they followed Victor Grayjoy the Iron Captain.

The warriors of the Tyrells are not numerically inferior, but they are completely suppressed in the face of the mad Iron Min.

They were afraid of drowning. Victor Talion looked at the Tyrell soldiers and thought contemptuously.

And Tiemin is not afraid.

Because, the deceased do not die!

"Kill them!" Viktarion roared.

Ignoring the sinking ship, he lunged forward with a great-handled axe.

The soldiers of House Tyrell shouted and gathered around, but their eyes were irrepressibly panicked.

Victarion, savoring their fear, swung his axe down, cutting off the arm of the first enemy, and then swept again, smashing the second enemy into a bloody outlet. The third enemy took the opportunity to slash down, but was blocked by Viktarion's pine shield in his left hand, and with a sudden force, he smashed the shield into the stupid man's face.

Clang!

Victalion was about to cut off the head of the fool in front of him when he felt like he had been hit from behind, only to see a man poking a spear into the gap in his armor, and a faint pain came from between his shoulder blades.

He roared wildly, and turned sharply, his great axe splitting through the helmets and skulls of his enemies, and the bright red mixed with milky white flowed to the ground.

At this time, the rest of the iron people have also eliminated their opponents, and at sea, they are invincible beings, the embodiment of death.

"Return to the ship, land!" Victor roared and gave orders.

The ironmen left the wreck with a strange scream, and did not forget to set fire to the mast before leaving.

At this time, on the surface of the Mandeb River, countless broken ships floated, and the water between the hulls of the ships was like a pot of stew, dotted with countless corpses, broken trees, and blood.

With the help of tailwinds and high tides, the ironmen drove their longboats straight to the gravel beach, jumped into knee-high water, and charged ashore.

There are panicked and helpless fishermen, weak merchants, and countless loot waiting for them.

They will follow the old way, pay the "iron money" -

The people of the Green Land use money to buy things, while they use swords made of steel, that is, "iron money".

The battle is on again.

Victor loved to fight, indulged in fighting, and drowned the gods to create this "Iron Captain" to spread fear and bring death.

Enemies came from all directions, but Victarion was not afraid, these slender steel swords could not cut through the heavy plate armor on his body, and he would not give these enemies a chance to find weak spots in their joints.

Soon, the harbor was covered with piles of dead bodies and dying rivermen.

However, before the ironmen could breathe a sigh of relief, they saw another Hewan army of several hundred people coming to support.

But there are also more longships flying the golden kraken flag rushing to the beachhead, bringing more iron people.

"Kill them!" Victor roared.

"Kill them!"

Countless iron people responded and rushed towards the riverbend army.

……

At the head of the High Court, the captain of the guard, Ser Aegon Levi, looked at the Tyrells army that was leaving the gates below, heading to the port to face the Iron People, with a solemn face.

Just as he was in a trance, the soldier ran to report:

"Sir Aegon, the army out of the city has all left, do you want to close the city gates?"

"Don't rush yet." Sir Aegon withdrew his gaze from outside the city and turned inside the castle, as if waiting for someone to appear.

Soon, the Countess of Awen Oakhut climbed to the top of the city.

The two of them glanced at each other, and they both saw a decisive look in each other's eyes.

"Where is your army?" Sir Aegon asked, lowering his voice.

"Just outside the city." Mrs. Ai Wen said, "Two thousand elites, you will be able to see them soon." ”

"Okay." Sir Aegon nodded, "Most of this gate is filled with my men, so it's not a problem to get into the city later." Once you're in the city, let your men follow me, leave nothing else to worry about, and head straight to the main castle, as long as you control the inflatable fish and his eldest son, Vilas, then this castle will be ours. ”

Lady Ai Wen nodded, did not speak, but squinted at the garden maze outside the city, until she saw the oak leaf flag of the Oak Hutt family with a gold background, and she lifted her spirits and said:

"My army is coming!"

"Good!" Sir Aegon gripped the hilt of his sword and reminded, "Try not to kill as much as we can later, our purpose is to force the inflatable fish to change sides, not really to fight the Tyrells to the death." ”

"I know." Lady Aiwen's eyes flickered, "I know very well who my real enemy is. ”

"My lord! There's an army approaching outside, do you want to close the gates? The soldier hurried to inquire.

"No."

"Isn't it off?" The soldier thought he had misheard, and just as he tried to confirm it, he saw that Sir Aegon had drawn his sword.

The surging silver light engulfed him in an instant.

"Action!" Sir Aegon roared, and his cronies drew their swords.

Madame Ai Wen also glanced at the dozen or so knights behind her.

The knights of House Oakhut also drew their swords and went into battle.

The rest of the defenders did not understand what was happening, and were at a loss as to what to do, when they saw their companions swinging their swords at them.

Rebellion!

The thought popped into their heads—

The Oakhut family and Sir Aegon have betrayed the High Court!

The fighting became more and more intense.

By the time the other guards in the castle realized that something was wrong with the gate and sounded their horns, the battle was almost over.

The Okhet army also quickly stormed the castle through the open gates.

Lady Ewen found Sir Aegon Lyvere, covered in blood and murderous spirit, and declared:

"Mace Tyrell betrayed House Oakhut and betrayed Riverlands, and now let's correct that mistake."

(End of chapter)