In Ed's eyes, the intersection between Lan and Alya is probably to find the lost little girl back and then teach her some swordsmanship.

Therefore, the Duke of the North did not understand at all that Lan En was involved in this troublesome matter in the first place, but it was actually for his little daughter.

Ed and his party were more than 20 people, all equipped with two horses for long-distance running.

But even with two horses, human endurance is far better than that of horses, and they cannot maintain the progress throughout the day.

It stands to reason that in order to avoid the interception that the enemy will inevitably send, Lan En and his party should try to choose a time when there is no one on the road.

But the truth is that it is far from being possible.

The lighting conditions in ancient times made it feel dark even at night in the city, let alone such a wild road.

If you don't want a horse to break its hooves and break its neck, it's more practical to walk during the day.

"Where are we now?"

In the midst of the horse's jolt, Lann sped up to Ed to ask.

He knew that he had passed by this place when he was on his way to the king, but he didn't know who this place belonged to in terms of territorial division.

"We've reached the borders of the royal realm, and if we go about twenty kilometers further, we'll enter the Riverlands."

Ed gasped and responded, and the long ride was also a manual task.

Now, according to Westeros's bizarre method of dividing the seasons, it is already autumn.

According to the astronomical observers, they are about to face a terrifying winter night after a summer that has lasted for several years.

And now this season is between the long summer and the cold winter, a small excess.

But even though it's only autumn, the nights are already cool.

The horses' large nostrils spewed hot air, and the riders' shirts under their leather armor were soaked with sweat and then cooled by the night breeze that crept through the cracks in their leather armor.

Seeing that the silhouette of the sun had sunk from the canopy on either side of King's Road, Ed gave the order to set up camp.

"Jory, let's set up camp now. The light is almost gone. ”

"Yes, whoa—my lord."

The captain of the escort had half of his black hair completely on his face, and both of his legs trembled a little when he dismounted, and although he recovered quickly, it could still be seen that his riding skills were a little poor in the group.

The section of the road that Ed chose is not in front of the village and there is no store in the back, and it was specially chosen to avoid staying in hotels, meeting people, and reducing risks.

According to him, the kidnapped Tyrion Lannister had met his wife at the King's Road hotel.

And then it became the fuse for the whole thing to erupt.

After listening to this, Lan agreed with his suggestion that he chose to camp halfway.

"Patrol is needed tonight." At Ed's side, Lane reminded him.

"I still remember the general diagram of the division of the territory, the junction between the river lands and the royal realm is very narrow and has no depth. The Lannister's forces will easily penetrate at this junction. And once you enter the Riverlands, you will be protected by your wife's castle."

The implication is that there is a high chance of encountering enemy interceptors here. Not only because it's easy, but also because the opportunity is rare.

Ed nodded in agreement.

"Jory, Haihua, Ville. Ten of you are camped here, and the rest of you are better ridden than them, and we are on the King's Road, five kilometers forward and backward. ”

The people Ed picked out were still swinging their legs after dismounting.

The people who had been left to camp also knew their situation, so they began to dismantle the tarpaulins and debris on the carts, and prepared to open up a small camp in the woods on both sides of the road.

Jory frowned as he carried a box on the cart: "It's a bit heavy. How can an adult carry such a thing on a long ride? ”

To no avail, Jory himself was tired. So after placing the box in the open space where the camp was to be encamped, he did not care more.

The road backwards was less dangerous because it had already been passed once, so only five people were sent over.

Ed and Lane patrol the front with five other members of the Guard.

Everyone was carrying torches, and the pace of the patrol was much more soothing than rushing, which was also a small break.

The trembling firelight danced the shadows of fangs and claws, and the sound of the night wind blowing through the woods and the sounds of birds and beasts mingled, lonely and deep.

The five soldiers behind him were already tired, but Lan was still communicating with Eddard.

Young people are because of their unusual physique, and the physical strength consumed by riding is easy for him to bear.

And Eddard Stark, a big man in the north, is because of his sense of responsibility and honor that supports this tired body.

His age is not young in today's era.

"If the Lannisters want to intercept you in the form of a small force, they will definitely send powerful knights, who do you think it will be?"

Lane's voice was soft in the night breeze.

His silver-white hair reflected a soft silver glow against the torches, a soft glow that made him look less human.

Ed couldn't hide his tired response: "Gregor Clegane." It must be him. ”

The moment the name was spoken, Lan En glanced back at the five soldiers.

Although they didn't make a big show, Lan En was still keenly aware of the hooves of the horses under their seats.

"You found out too." Ed smiled wryly. "No more Lannister knight can stir up such great fear among their enemies."

The five soldiers behind him bowed their heads in a slightly ashamed manner.

Lane knew it wasn't their fault. On the ancient battlefield, anyone who saw the physique of [Demon Mountain] and the equipment on his body would feel like a ghost.

The armor that ordinary soldiers couldn't even hold was put on, and it was estimated that standing there people couldn't stab them with spears.

The great sword that ordinary people can barely lift, he can hold it with one hand and wield it against the enemy on the battlefield.

His younger brother, Sandor Clegane, Lane felt that the opponent's simple strength was almost eighty percent of his during the fight.

And Gregor Clegane should be able to match him in a single force.

If Gregor Clegan is paired with an armored warhorse, then his weight and impact power can even directly match the charging bison!

Ed also accepted the fears of his men, and there was nothing bad about admitting that the Clegane family had already been known for their physical differences.

The group continued to patrol the road at a constant pace, and the five-kilometer warning range was soon completed under the horse's hooves.

But just as Ed was about to turn his horse's head and return to the camp, Lann behind him moved his ears. He frowned and looked into the woods in front of him.

Where, there was not the slightest chirping of birds and beasts in the woods.

"Ed, run toward camp, full speed."

Lann remained unchanged, whispering as Ed passed him.

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