"Vulture?!" King Balon's mouth spilled blood, and he reached out to grab the vulture.

The vulture looked at him coldly: "Lord Balon, I learned from you. You've lived enough, and I'm too young to die. The vulture looked at a dozen of his men, "Do you want to die, look at them!" he pointed to the Northern Legion under the walls.

No one answered this question.

Ding Ding Ding!

The maids and slave boys dropped their weapons.

The two maids had already fled screaming.

They rushed down the walls.

No one was going to kill them, and now the people of the north were outside the gates, and they could break down the gates at any time if they wanted.

The walls and gates were described as empty without soldiers.

"It's a big credit to catch Joffrey's little bastard. "What are you doing in a daze?" either fight me or take my orders, go and catch Joffrey, and open the gates, and we will all be alive." ”

The guards hesitated.

Balon walked up to the vulture and reached out to grab his arm, his fearsome eyes staring at the vulture. The remnants of Lord Balon are still there, and they are still daunting.

However, the vulture raised his head and pointed his eagle-shaped chin at King Balon, who was feared by the Iron People, and he grabbed the hilt of his sword with both hands and twisted it vigorously, "Everyone will die, Lord Balon, you died in your own Pike City, not in Winterfell in the north, you don't have to thank me!" he kept straining his hands, and Balon's resolute face finally showed painful fragility.

His resolute eyes, which glowed coldly, began to fade.

Burst!

A long sword stabbed into the vulture's body from the side.

The vulture's body stiffened.

Puff puff!

Three other swords stabbed into the vulture's back.

The vulture's body shook and shook.

A smile appeared on Baron Greyjoy's pained face.

The vulture's grip on the sword slowly loosened, and the man fell, at the feet of King Balon.

King Balon spat out a mouthful of blood and spit on the vulture's face.

The pupils of the vulture's eyes were dilated, but its body was still twitching.

Blood poured out of his body.

"You ...... Very good...... Hold me!" King Baron gasped hard.

The sword was still inside him, piercing through his body. And was stirred a few times by the vulture very hard.

Several guards came up and looked at each other, and they held Balon in their arms.

"Help me back...... It's called Bachelor Keller...... Prepare poppy milk. ”

Poppy milk relieves pain!

"Yes!" replied the four guards.

These four are all old and weak guards, but their strength and skill in killing people are still there.

The swords of the four were dripping with blood, and it was the blood of the vulture.

The four of them have a good relationship, and when the vulture assassinates Balon, they make eye contact, and decide to kill the vulture and give Baron to Stark in exchange for the thousand golden dragons, and a precious chance to live.

"Lord Will, Lord Robb, we have slain the vulture, and now Lord Baron is in our hands, he has been struck by the sword, we have captured him, and we will immediately open the gates and come down to you, do your promises in the name of the old and new gods still count?. One of the oldest guards shouted at the wall.

"Promise never change, open the gates!" Will shouted.

"Yes, Lord Will. We'll hand over that little bastard Joffrey to you, too. The older guard shouted.

The rest of the guards looked at each other, but soon someone said, "Who wants to go with me and capture Joffrey and hand him over to Lord Will." ”

"Let's go!" one of the guards immediately chimed in.

"Let's go!"

"I wanted to kill that kid for a long time. ”

So, the guards quickly agreed, grabbed Joffrey, and opened the gates to meet the Northerners.

Their fighting power is poor, old and weak, sick and disabled, but the skill and strength to deal with Joffrey are still there.

Joffrey was not popular here, because of the support of King Balon, the old, weak, sick and disabled guards who were usually not valued by King Baron were sent to be Joffrey's dogs.

Joffrey didn't like real dogs, which stemmed from his longing for his hound, Sandor Clegane.

The hound's swordsmanship and loyalty were what Joffrey missed.

No one wanted to be called a dog, but Sandor the Hound didn't mind, which suited Joffrey's appetite.

Baron Greyjoy fainted in pain, his whole body sweating, his mind pounding, and his eyes shaking from far and near.

The four men holding him didn't mind touching the sword stuck in his body.

He was lifted up by four elderly guards, and the other four of them all held long swords in their other four hands, just in case an iron man wanted to steal the merit.

They were carrying a thousand golden dragons and their own chance of survival.

By the time the four elderly guards carried Baron down the city wall, the gate had been opened by the maids and slaves, and Joffrey had been caught by the maids and slaves, and was forced to kneel at the gate, with several daggers and daggers against Joffrey's neck, back, head, and face.

There were several bloody streaks on his delicate face, which looked like it had been scratched by a woman's fingernails.

His blonde hair was still so beautiful, and his eyes were still so blue, as beautiful as a shining emerald.

It's just that his eyes can't hide his panic, and his expression is even more frightened, like a lonely and helpless child.

Will and Robb came slowly on their horses, and Will could see that Joffrey was frightened!

If you are scared, it will be difficult to stand up again in a short time.

"Joffrey!" Will said lightly.

However, Joffrey had only Robb Stark in his eyes.

"Robb, help me. Joffrey shouted. His shoulder was still dripping blood, and his calves and arms were injured. He was terrified by the madness of the maids and the slave boys, who were so heavy and ruthless that they were like wild beasts, and his stomach was still aching, as if a knife had been inserted into it.

Robb looked at Joffrey condescendingly.

"Robb, don't forget that we practiced swords and drank together in Winterfell, my father, Robert Baratheon, and Master Eddard Stark are the best brothers, and I am also Lord Eddard's adopted son, Robb, save me!" Joffrey begged.

The swords that stood against him were cold, and there was his blood on them.

Robb motioned for Harris and the other warriors of the Northern Guard to jump off their horses, and Harris reached out to pull Joffrey up, only to see that Joffrey had several stab wounds in his legs. One of them was also in the knee.

"Lord Robb, he's hurt. ”

"Untie him and leave him in the care of the military officer. Robb commanded.

"No, Robb, I need the Bachelor, I'm bleeding, I've got a lot of stab wounds, tell Master Keller to stop the bleeding, I'll bleed to death. Joffrey shouted, his voice full of panic.

Harris carried him away, Joffrey scolding Harris as he struggled, Will and Robb heard a crack, and then Joffrey's yelling died down.

Baron was carried to the gate by four guards and placed on the ground.

All the Iron Folk guards unarmed their weapons, and the maids and male slaves fell to their knees.

Baron hadn't taken his breath yet, the other man had a very strong personality, the long sword pierced through his body, he was on the verge of a coma, but he still held on and refused to close his eyes.

His mind was suddenly surprisingly clear, and he knew his time was coming.

Bachelor Keller stood beside him in his robes, helpless. Such a sword wound already belongs to the category of strangers, and his medicine is helpless.

The pain-relieving effect of poppy milk is minimal for such a sword wound.

“...... Lord Will...... Give me...... Have a good ......."

Will and Robb dismounted.

Will and Robb crouched down and looked into Baron's intimidating eyes, "I can give you a good one, and you can give me a good word, who did Kaivon arrange to assassinate Master Eddard Stark?"

“...... I don't know ......."

"Who are the rebel nobles of the Vale?" Will drew the short knife from his waist, "You tell me the truth, I'll give you pleasure!"