On the black canopy, lightning hung up the vein-like golden trees and silver threads of the leaves, and the flames of light flickered overhead. The rain became heavier and heavier, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be hung with an incomparably wide bead curtain, and it was misty.

When the wind passed, only a straight rain channel remained, falling from the sky and the earth, countless arrows shot up from the ground, and thousands of waterfalls fell from the houses. There was a heavy rain, like the Milky Way pouring down, and the sea was pouring.

Crag Rock City, a majestic and sprawling castle, rises atop a steep and steep mountain.

Lightning kept tearing at the voids, and the rain washed wildly over the walls. Suddenly, in the dark clouds, a dazzling white light fell into the castle, and then disappeared again.

Outside the broad and tall castle gates, eight heavily armored soldiers with broadswords stood guard on either side of the gate. In the two towering arched arrow towers, several soldiers with bows on their backs patrolled the movement of the surroundings, and groups of stern-faced spear soldiers shuttled through the corners of the castle.

The main hall of the castle is flanked by a wide wing of the porch, which is flanked by windows that are deeply embedded in the wall, allowing light to flow in. Separated from the main hall by two rows of towering stone pillars propping up from the roof of the temple, they are carved from a single block of black marble, and the huge capitals are carved with various exotic animals, and upwards, in the deep shadows, the broad vaults shimmer with a dim golden light, which are inlaid with fine patterns of various colors.

On this majestic temple, there are no ornaments or historical pictures, no woven cotton or wooden objects, but among the stone pillars stands a tall, cold stone statue of a troll.

Count Bramont Vickerney leaned back in a thickly padded wooden chair, his great chest leading down to his round, ever-inflating belly. "Is there any whereabouts for my daughter?"

Geth Wade replied respectfully. "Your Excellency. No news at all. ”

Count Bremont was so angry that his eyebrows and beard trembled. "A bunch of rice buckets. Not even a girl can be found. Send another hundred knights to look for it, and whoever finds my daughter will reward him with ten thousand gold. ”

"Yes, sir. "Lord Wade's gray face, wrinkled like the bark of a large-leaved oak tree, full of ditches.

After Count Blemon calmed down a little, he moved his gaze to the old man on his left, "Tell me! ”

The old bachelor stood up and bowed slightly. Then he spoke, "According to the news brought back by the spies planted in Salt Town, I learned that Salt Town was attacked by the Targaryen army a few days ago, and the soldiers defending the city suffered more than 300 casualties, and the Targaryen soldiers suffered thousands of casualties. ”

"How is this possible?" puzzled Earl Bremont, "the garrison of Salt Town is only more than a thousand people, and the knights under Baron Kane are all mediocre people. ”

"Captain Luke Ness personally garrisons Salt with the Knights of Glory," the old maester explained, "and Sir Lyon Belmont and the remnants of the Golden Tooth garrison are stationed in Salt Town. The old man trembled and wrinkled. The eyes are wrapped in loose eyelids, and the eyeballs are almost invisible.

"I'm afraid it's impossible for the Targaryen army to break through Salt Town anytime soon. "My lord, should we send troops to support ......?"

Count Bremont didn't let him finish, but asked in a strange low tone, "Support?" He had a cunning face that was as aggressive as an eagle and difficult to deal with.

Sending troops to support Baron Kane can certainly hold Salt Town, but how long can they hold out in the face of the combined forces of the Targaryens and the Merrist Family? But if he sends troops to help the Targaryen army attack Salt Town inside and out, after they break through the city gates, what should they do if they don't keep their promises? His thoughts turned into two torrents in different directions, one clear and the other blurred, and the mutual impact of these two rivers disturbed him.

As the commander of the Rock Garrison, Lord Walder was stuck in his throat by this seemingly simple question. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer. He was almost certain that the capricious Lord Vickeney in front of him had not yet made a final decision.

Count Bremont's eyes glanced to the side and continued, "What's the news in Greenstone?"

The old scholar spoke unhurriedly, "Count Doran Frey personally led seven thousand soldiers out of the city a few days ago, and is now on his way to Salt Town. ”

Blemon Wickney looked at each other with some suspicion, and couldn't help but ask, "Seven thousand soldiers, when did the Frey family have so many cubs?"

"Two thousand of them are the men and horses of the minor lords in Lord Frey's domain," the old master explained, "and the other two thousand soldiers are mercenaries, the notorious Wolf Mercenary Regiment and the Violent Bear Mercenary Regiment. ”

When the Earl of Bramont heard this, his face immediately sank. The Frey's sudden outpouring of the nest and the hiring of two mercenary groups were completely unexpected. What was Doran Frey's plan? Could it be that the Targaryens had promised him the same? His thoughts swirled like smoke and were in a mess.

"What else is there to say?"

The old bachelor took out a rolled-up parchment note from his bosom, gently pinched it in his withered fingers, and slowly handed it to Baron Aegon, who was sitting in the first place. The parchment note had been brought by a crow flying from Golden Tooth City, and he had taken it down from the crow's claws, and he had already read the contents of the note.

The Count of Bremont waved his hand impatiently, "Where's the letter?"

The old maester replied slowly, "It's signed by Lord of the City of Magic, Lord Lorrac Targaryen. ”

"What does the letter say?"

The wrinkled old man in his fifties opened the rolled-up note, "Count Lorac wants you to do everything in your power to help the Targaryen army take Salt, and the letter says that he has promised you all the requests. Although he had already read the contents, he moved his gaze to the note in his hand. Don't face the baron's uncertain eyes.

The Count of Bramont closed his eyes slightly, lost in thought. Many thoughts exploded in his mind like sparks, and then extinguished one by one. Choose the territory and wealth, then he must betray the oath and lose honor. In other words, if he chooses to keep his oath and maintain his honor, then he risks losing his territory, wealth, power, and even his life.

At this time, outside the main hall, a soldier hurriedly broke in. "My lord, Miss is back. ”

The Count of Bramont opened his eyes sharply, and asked anxiously, "Where is she?"

In her room, the young lady looked sick. ”

Count Bremont's face suddenly showed a worried look. He turned his head to look at the 'strong man' Wicks and ordered, "Recruit a group of new recruits as much as possible." "He needs more soldiers to consolidate his power.

"My lord, how many people need to be recruited. "Wicks the Strong Man was a thick-drawn man, broad-shouldered, tall, and stood like a stone tower, sitting like a strong shield.

He had a face the color of ore and the rugged features of a hunter: eyebrow arches protruding like a stone shore, eyes as deep as a hungry tiger, cheekbones slightly high, and a muscular moist face, a qiē that was the embodiment of strength. Wicks is a formidable warrior. He is a natural melee attacker with strong offensive and defensive abilities. Whether you're facing a single enemy or a group of challengers, he can overwhelm them with his ferocious weaponry.

Count Bremont hesitated slightly, "Do what you can." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"I'm being notified of something. Aegon got up from his mahogany chair and hurried away towards the exit of the chamber. (To be continued......)