(Plus the 11th update of the monthly pass.) If you have a monthly pass, you will smash it. ）

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The battle for the Prime Minister's Tower is over.

The inner and outer torches began to light up.

In the stone room at the top of the tower, the sisters Modan, Sansa, Jenny Poole, the stablemaster Hulun, the treasurer, the kitchen boy, the stable workers, and others heard the cheers of the northern guards under the tower, and the howl of the ice wolf.

"We won, miss. Sister Modan was excited.

"Win, long live Stark, long live Winterfell. Hu Lun cheered.

This is an old man who has no quarrel with the world, who has kept horses for the Stark family all his life, but is as happy as a child.

Sansa was so excited that she choked, "I'm going down to see, I'm going to see Bran, Arya, and my lady, I don't know if they're hurt." ”

"Miss, they'll be fine. Mistress Ed has arranged everything, and I've seen all the helpers he has hired, and all of them are ...... Uh, very strong warriors. Finance Poole said. Even though they all seem to be outlaws, vicious and cruel, they listen to Lord Eddard, and they are good people.

"Won, we won. Jenny Poole hugged Sansa and began to cry. She is Poole's daughter, Sansa's best playmate, and best friend.

At the jousting tournament, she fell in love with Berry Dondelion at first sight, but unfortunately she was Poole's daughter, not Jazz's daughter, and she was not qualified to pursue Berry Dondelion unless she was a lover. She was willing to be Berry Dondelion's lover, a secret she had only told Sansa alone.

"Silly boy, don't cry, we won, it's time to laugh!" Poole stroked his daughter's long hair and laughed.

Win!

The Northlanders have won the Lannisters!

The kitchen workers, the stable workers, the servants and the maids, excited, excited, hugging, several girls shed tears.

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Boron walked like a cat, the dagger in his left hand had been replaced by a long sword, and under the bright torches, everyone was cleaning up the battlefield, and the soles of their shoes were stepping on the blood, making gurgling sounds.

Arya's friends stripped the Lannisters of their armor, leg guards, and swords and daggers, depriving the dead of their experience, the rings on their fingers, and the silver or gold crest on their chests.

In the past, in order to compete for the spoils of war, they would fight each other with swords. But since Will became their boss, any internal fight without the consent of Will's boss, the provocative side will be sent by Will to Cobain for human experiments, and this new rule has instantly reduced the internal fighting between them to zero.

All the brothers would rather be beheaded, clicked, and their heads fall to the ground than have a medical experiment with Coben.

The guards of the North are also collecting the spoils.

Big Gilly noticed that Boron was different, and he rummaged through many corpses, but didn't take anything. This is not the reaction of a mercenary-born person, he should also pick up a few missing swords casually, and take them to the blacksmith shop to exchange them for some silver deer or one or two golden dragons.

Arya and Celio Friel also notice the oddities in Boron.

Three Icewolves dragged a couple of dying Lannisters into a dark corner to feast on them. It's been a long time since I've eaten fresh human flesh.

Icewolves aren't technically wolves, just as ravens aren't actually ravens.

The Icewolf is only a beast with some of the characteristics of a wolf, and they come from beyond the Great Wall of Desperation. If you have to have anything to do with a wolf, it can be regarded as a distant relative of the wolf.

Syrio Frill hasn't regained his original appearance yet, and the reason why he is dressed like this is because Lord Eddard Stark asked him to do this, because Arya's friends, seeing Syrio Friel's appearance, although they know that it is a fake Will, are just as intimidating and majestic.

Will wants to remind these scum that bosses are everywhere, brothers, kill harder. Moreover, it is better to be obedient.

The mercenaries of the Warriors all know the Boss's Night Dragon Sword, a sword with magical powers, sharpened like clay. The sword was in Silio's hand, and Will was relieved to know that none of his men could snatch it from Silio's hand, including the Lannisters' guards.

"What are you looking for, Bolon?" asked Celio.

Bolong didn't raise his head, facing the fake Will, he was not in awe, this guy was a very conceited mercenary, although he had been defeated repeatedly: "Angai, archer Angai, that guy is a rare archery master, I think he should be the first archer of the Seven Kingdoms, this kind of person is a partner, I can have one more life." I didn't want him to die, but then I was gone in battle. - Strange, and his body was not seen. He looked at the three pairs of terrifying wolf eyes in the darkness, the light of the wolf eyes fluttering like phosphorus fire, "It can't be that the wolf ate him!"

Sou!

An arrow shot from the upper floor, diagonally at Bolon's feet.

Longbow and hard arrows!

Everyone looked up and saw Angai appearing in the hallway on the second floor.

Big Gilly immediately raised her crossbow, Silio and Arya's narrow swords were unsheathed, the spears of the Western guards were raised, and the Northern guard Fat Tom ran towards the spiral staircase with his sword in hand, heading straight for Angai.

Everyone had checked the many rooms on the second floor just now, and found a few Lannisters who were trembling with fear, but they didn't see Angay.

Where is he hiding?

Everyone has doubts in their hearts!

Angay smiled at Big Gilly, his expression dashing, he put down his bow and arrows, and raised his hands high: "Lord Will, I want to join the Night's Watch." He knew that Cyrio wasn't Will, but he needed to make his choice to join the Night's Watch.

As long as you join the night watchman, all grievances and hatreds will be written off.

No matter how many people in the north there were, they couldn't kill him.

According to the law, if the law was still in force, even the enemy who killed his father would no longer be able to kill him.

Hehe, be brothers with Will and marry Big Gilly.

Is there anything happier or happier in life than this? Obviously, there is no such thing as a complete loss.

"Good choice, night watchman who can ride a woman, you can give it a try. Bronn laughed. The short arrow in his right shoulder had been pulled out by himself, and a friend from the north helped to bandage the wound indiscriminately, although this injury made his movement very inconvenient, but it would not die, and that was enough, "But I'm still very suspicious!"

Big Gilly looked at Bolon expressionlessly: "Really." Then she walked away, she didn't bother to explain anything, and she wouldn't explain it to Pollon.

Southerners, mercenaries, Da Jili has an instinctive rejection in her heart.

She likes savages, northerners, and even the Night's Watch can accept and make good friends. But this pure southern man, who does not understand anything, does not understand snow, does not understand strange ghosts and ghouls, does not understand the land of eternal winter and the fangs of frost and snow, has never seen the children of the forest, does not believe in the existence of giants, these crepe southern men are not real men.

Arya said, "Archer, hand over all your weapons, daggers, steel spikes on your leggings, all!"

"Yes, Miss Stark. Angay said with a grin.

Tom the Fat, the guard of the North, grabbed Angey's arm, searched his body, shoved him roughly, and shouted, "Lannister." Mixed. Kind, where you were hiding, say quickly!" his sword pressed against Angai's throat.

Angai didn't wear a helmet and neck armor, just a piece of chain mail.

Da Jili's voice said lightly: "Let go of him, although he has not yet taken the oath, he can be regarded as a member of the night watch, and all his grudges and killings have been written off." From now on, he is Lord Will's soldier, and if he does anything wrong, only the Night's Watch and Lord Will can punish him. Her short crossbow was raised and aimed at Fat Tom on the second floor, "Put away your sword, soldier!

If you don't agree with each other, do it.

Fat Tom's approach is too unruly.