Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

Cole's reputation reached its peak when he single-handedly defeated the three largest warriors among the three Fire People.

Power is what warriors admire most.

Now the Fire Lord deserves his title. He has defeated some of the strongest people in the tribe and has been recognized by the flames. Is there any doubt about this? Just follow him.

Tyrion and the others led nearly 5,000 aborigines this time. The free people and the Fire People were divided into two groups. Cole led his Fire People warriors to walk behind the team, responsible for preventing the valley cavalry from invading from behind. . But this worry is obviously unnecessary. The lady who is now managing the valley doesn't know what she is afraid of.

The team was huge and destined to march slowly, so the Alpine clans were traveling lightly.

Cole was riding a pony in the center of the team, flanked by three hundred Flame Guards. All of these boys were now bruised and swollen. Thinking that after leaving the valley, they were likely to encounter war, Cole ended it. Instead, the rules for the selection of Flame Guards were changed to a martial arts competition after the annual harvest feast.

Controlling three hundred people is much easier than controlling three thousand people. Moreover, he has set up ten captains among the Flame Guards, all of whom are served by the original tribal leaders. Each of them is responsible for managing thirty people, and they are not themselves. A warrior from the original tribe. These warriors will then manage other Flame People warriors in batches.

In this way, he was much less stressed. He gained a certain amount of power and sense of accomplishment by managing other Flame Guards. He naturally felt that he was different from others, and understood the privileges of the Flame Guards, thus supporting Cole.

Of course, these people are not necessarily good candidates for management, but now we can only push out those with higher martial arts first. After all, the Fire People are still essentially barbarians who advocate force.

Timei is a rare talent. He is not as stubborn as other firemen. This can be seen from the moment he heard that Tyrion came to recruit troops. He is cruel enough to himself and even more cruel to others, and he is still very young.

From the first time he surrendered to Cole and offered his oath, it can be seen that he is a person who knows how to judge the situation well. His "smell" even rivals that of Bronn.

Speaking of Bronn, here he comes.

After Cole became the Lord of Fire, he became the guardian of the little devil.

"The dwarf seems to have something to ask you." He walked over casually, his eyes full of sloppiness, at least that's how he looked when he wasn't fighting.

For some reason, Cole always felt that Bronn's eyes were always looking down on him.

When the two found Tyrion, they saw him frowning.

"What's wrong?" Cole asked him.

"Shagar and the others asked me to provide them with food. They walked too slowly and the food has been consumed." Tyrion patted his empty clothes, "I only have a little silver deer left on me now."

Thinking of Timei's report to him in the morning, it seemed that the Flame People were running out of food.

"It seems we have to find a way, the fire people don't have enough food."

He originally wanted to ask Cole for help, but he was obviously going to be disappointed. This was also his father's fault. All the villages and taverns within a ten-mile radius were wiped out by the Lannister army, and they couldn't find any food at all.

"I dare not bet on what will happen to the hungry free people." Tyrion said helplessly.

Cole didn't dare to bet on whether the hungry flame people would recognize him as the King of Flame, and the two fell into silence.

At this time, a free man walked past them gnawing on a chicken leg, and the two looked at each other in confusion. Free men did not raise chickens. Could it be that there are villages or hunting woods around?

Cole caught him and asked him. The boy was young and was a patrolman of the free people. He was very honest and said that he caught the chicken from a flatlander's house. He also said that Xia Ga and the others had already led people to rob things.

The free people were predatory, and Tyrion was the first to think of the possibility of a village. He quickly urged Cole to mount his horse and let the patrolman lead them to stop Shagga.

They arrived early on horseback. It was indeed a small settlement, but it was just an inn. There were sparse people walking between the stables and the tavern.

The shopkeeper is a fat man with a bald head and a rather kind smile.

"I am Tyrion Lannister." The little devil took the lead in revealing his identity.

"I wonder, Lord Lannister, if you want to stay in an inn?" the innkeeper asked.

Tyrion threw the money bag to him, "I want to book this tavern. This is the deposit. Prepare your food. I need enough for five thousand people."

"Five thousand people!" The tavern owner opened his mouth wide and looked embarrassed. "Sir, this is too much. We don't have so much food at all."

At this time, Shagga appeared in the field of vision with a group of people. Tyrion pointed at them, "Have you seen my barbarian men?"

"As for the food, you have to figure it out yourself, and the money will not be short of you. If they are not satisfied, then it will be a fat man who puts it on the table." Tyrion threatened.

"By the way, prepare two good rooms for me and the knight next to me, as well as two jugs of wine, two roasted squabs, and fresh cheese. It's best to add some onions."

"Yes, yes, Lord Lannister." The shopkeeper was sweating profusely, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. Recently, Lannister's name has been called the god of plague in the Riverlands. The last time he voluntarily received the Lannister family's sergeant Only survived.

At this time, Xia Ga came up with a puzzled look on his face, "Why is a half-man here?"

"I'm looking for something to eat for you."

Shaga frowned, "The half-man wants to steal the prey of the Stone Crow tribe?"

Tyrion raised his head and looked at him directly, "Shaga, you promised to listen to me on the plain. Gold coins are more useful here. Go and call all your people here. We will stay here for the next few days."

Shaga thought of the promise he made to the half-man, so he could only nod and lead his people to retreat.

Cole also wanted to go back and lead the tribe over.

As soon as Tyrion walked into the tavern, several people sitting and drinking stood up. "Master Tyrion."

A knight from the Lannister family, wearing red and black armor, a lion-shaped helmet on his head, and a red cloak buckled from his shoulders.

When Cole arrived with a huge group of flame people, the place was already crowded with people, and Cole could only garrison outside. The free people's camping is nothing more than lighting a fire. Sleeping in the open air is nothing to the free people. They are not delicate knights.

Tyrion quickly found him. There were several armored knights around the kid. Obviously, he found the organization.

"Kole, it looks like we have to go somewhere." He said as soon as they met.

Led by the knight, they headed towards the King's Road.