Before the sun went down, Samwell led his army back to Storm's End.

Beyond the open fields and rugged hills, he watched from afar as the great Storm's Breath stood beneath the sky, completely obscuring the ocean behind it.

Against the backdrop of such a majestic castle, the riverbend army looked so small and helpless.

Violent winds from the Narrow Sea have been blowing for decades, but they still can't shake the castle.

Its majestic façade is hundreds of feet high, and the boulders are incomparably close, rounded, curved and smooth, and resistant to wind and rain.

It is no wonder that no one has ever been able to take this castle by storming it ever since.

After secretly sighing to himself, Samwell joined up with the remaining army and set up camp.

At this time, he also met the messenger who had come from Hewan to deliver a letter to the Northern Route Army, bringing the same order to withdraw the army.

The messenger also told him that Count Landau had also begun to withdraw his troops at this time, and told him that he would be waiting for him to meet him at the Bronze Gate.

Seeing that it was getting late, Samwell ordered the whole army to rest for the night and prepare to set out again the next morning.

Piles of bonfires dispelled the thick darkness, and the towering walls of Storm's Rest were faintly visible in the dim starlight, while the sea was hidden in the night, and only the sound of waves crashing on the reef could be heard.

Samwell sat at the campfire, with a roasted deer leg in his hand, but he had no appetite, and threw it to Cleopatra.

The white dragon was not affected by the mood of the master, and fluttered his wings excitedly and feasted on it.

"Brother, what are you thinking?" Deacon saw that Samwell had been distracted, so he asked.

"I'm wondering if if I miss this opportunity, will it be possible to capture this castle in the future." Samwell stared at Storm's Rest Towering in the darkness, his eyes glazed over.

It is not so easy to start a war, not to mention that Hewan is not his word, after this withdrawal, it is not so easy to mobilize the Hewan nobles to fight the stormland.

Moreover, at that time, I am afraid that the situation of the Seven Kingdoms will also change greatly, even if he can organize the Hewan nobles to go on an eastward crusade, he may not be able to be as undisturbed by other forces as he is now.

"Brother, since you want this castle so much, let's try it again tomorrow." Deacon suggested.

Samwell sighed: "Storm's Rest is so easy to conquer, so don't waste the lives of the soldiers." Moreover, Lady Olena has already given the order to withdraw the army, and the army has no intention of fighting again......"

That being said, there was still a deep unwillingness in Samwell's tone.

"Is there no other way?"

"It's too hard to conquer from the outside, but it's much easier to attack from the inside."

"How's the inside?"

"Kill the bastard duke." Samwell stared at the dancing flames in front of him and muttered, "As long as he is dead, there is no point in the army in the city holding on." ”

"Kill that bastard......" Deacon stared at his brother, a red-gold pattern in his eyes.

"Yes. It's just that it comes at a cost......" Samwell struggled.

Deacon, however, seemed to have made up his mind and quietly got up and left.

Samwell was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice his brother's departure.

He was still debating whether to adopt Melisandre's approach.

The time attribute of a year is halved, such a price, is it worth it to change to a Storm's Breath Castle?

Finally, Samwell made up his mind.

The attributes can be restored, and when he occupies the Storm's Breath Castle, he can get more free attribute points after the title is promoted, and on the whole, it must be earned.

If he misses this opportunity, he may not really have such a good opportunity to come back to storm the land in the future.

The fall of the High Court this time has already reminded him that his enemies will not be stupid to stand still and wait for him to slowly develop.

If the Riverbend army had withdrawn from the Stormlands, the Lannisters would definitely have their hands again, and when the time came, those castles that had already fallen would still be in the hands of the Riverbands?

Done!

Samwell finally made up his mind.

When he got up and turned around, he saw Melisandre standing right behind him.

Dressed in a red robe, his skin was as white as snow, and the ruby in his throat shimmered with blood-red light, exuding a strange and seductive aura.

"Your Excellency, have you decided?"

"It's decided." Samwell adjusted his mentality, "I'm going to trouble you." ”

"Okay." Melisandre was very calm, leaning down slightly, "It's my pleasure to serve you. ”

So saying, he turned and walked toward his tent.

Samwell took a deep breath and followed.

When he lifted the curtain and entered the tent, he saw that Melisandre had untied the ribbon and allowed the red robe to slide slowly to the ground, revealing skin as white as milk.

She approached slowly, still with an indifferent and reverent look on her face, and threw herself into the man's arms.

Samwell reached out and hugged Melisandre, hot and hot,

It's like holding a fire.

……

Storm's End.

Duke Adric Baratheon, dressed in a sumptuous dark green gown, sat on the throne that once belonged to the Storm Kings.

"Sir Glad Wild, why did you betray me?"

"Why?" Sir Glad had his hands tied and his body covered in blood, but he still had a relaxed expression, "Bastard, you locked us up in the city and allowed the Rivermen to wreak havoc in the territory of the Stormlands, and you still asked me why I betrayed?" What qualifies you to be the guardian of the Stormlands if you dare to hide behind the walls? ”

"We don't have enough troops." Duke Edric tried to defend himself.

"It's all your excuse for cowardice!" Sir Glad roared, "Sir Cortanay was intercepted by the Riverbend Cavalry outside the city before, why didn't you come to your aid?" Also, Earl Ralph asked you to send troops to Coppergate City to stop the Riverwanes, why didn't you agree? And the ...... of the Royal Forest before"

"Enough! Grace Wild! Sir Elton Ismun, who was on the sidelines, interrupted, "Our main army is trapped in Dorne, and if we attack rashly as you say, we will only be defeated even worse." ”

Sir Glad looked at Sir Elton with a sarcastic expression:

"Elton, of course you don't care if your Greenstone Fort is lonely overseas, anyway, the army of the Riverbends can't beat it. But our territory is all occupied by the Riverbenders! It's a fart to just guard a Storm's Breath Castle! ”

"The Riverbend people are rampant for a while, and when Lord Tywin frees his hand, he will naturally ......"

"Shit Tywin! Shit Lannister! Sir Glad grew angrier, "Do they have what it takes to help us?" Before, Kevon Lannister swore to lead an army of 60,000 to the south, but what about people? ”

"Sir Gladd." Duke Edric spoke again, "Since you don't like our methods, you can tell me what you can do to deal with the Riverwanes?" ”

Sir Glad ceased to speak.

Sir Elton scoffed, "What can he do, he just wants to surrender to the Rivermen." ”

Sir Glad was about to retort when he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

An armored knight strode forward and said:

"Lord Duke, Riverbend has sent an emissary."

"Bend messenger?" Duke Edric's expression moved, and he said, "Bring it up." ”

The rest of the knights in the hall also had different expressions after hearing that the messengers had been sent by the people of the river.

But when they saw the messenger of the bend, they were all shocked.

For the messenger had been carried in, and he was covered in blood, and had a few arrows stuck in him.

"What's going on?" Duke Edric frowned.

The knight was also a little embarrassed: "When he approached the tower, we thought it was the people of the river bend who wanted to sneak attack......"

"A man raiding a castle?" Sir Glad scoffed.

"Alright." Duke Edric waved his hand, "He's not dead, is he?" ”

"No, it's just that the injuries are more serious...... In addition, the coat of arms on his chest is that of a walking hunter, and some people recognize him as Deacon Tully, the second son of the Earl of Randolph. ”

"Ai ...... Derek...... My lord...... I am...... Deakon Tully ...... "Deacon on a stretcher made a weak voice.

Duke Edric was also a little embarrassed, even if the two sides were hostile, but since he was an emissary, he should be respected and protected.

With shame and curiosity, Duke Edric got up and walked down the platform, came to the stretcher, and said:

"Sir Deacon, I'm sorry to have made you like this. Don't know what you're doing this time? ”

"Father...... Send me...... Peace talks......"

"Peace talks?" Duke Edric was shocked when he heard this, and his tone was inevitably a little eager, "Count Landau is willing to negotiate peace?" What conditions? ”

"Father...... Say...... As long as...... You promise ......"

Deacon's words grew softer and softer, and Duke Edric had to lean down:

"I'm sorry, Sir Deacon, I didn't hear you clearly......"

At this moment, Deacon on the stretcher suddenly pulled out the arrow on his shoulder and slammed it into Duke Adric's throat.

The whole process was as smooth as silk, and the others present didn't react at all.

They had no idea that a seriously injured and dying person would burst out with such a deadly murderous indictment.

It would not have been expected that someone would resort to such an extreme method of assassination.

Hot blood poured out all at once, spraying all over Deacon's face.

Duke Edric was caught off guard and wanted to shout, but choked on blood.

The hall was silent for a moment, and then suddenly it became a mess.

Some rushed up to hold Duke Edric as he fell to the ground, others shouted the name of the Bachelor, and others shouted in anger and drew their swords to cut off the head of the sinister Riverbend Assassin.

Dickon lay serenely on the stretcher, seemingly undaunted by the impending death, a faint red-gold glint in his eyes.

"Stop! Elton! Sir Glad roared, "Edric Storm is dead!" If you don't want to die, don't kill this riverman! ”

The long sword suddenly stopped in mid-air.

(End of chapter)