Game of Thrones: Lord of Winter

Caitlin stood restlessly in the stronghold, surrounded by thirty majestic Northland knights.

In fact, it is not accurate to say that they are knights. Most of the people in the north are descendants of the ancestors and do not believe in the Seven Gods. Naturally, they will not anoint holy oil in the church, recite the oath, and become a knight. But these soldiers wearing helmets and carrying armor are not inferior to any knights.

Her son led six thousand men to attack a Lannister army three times their size. Robb was just a child under the age of sixteen. As a mother, how could she not be worried?

She could only sit and silently pray to the gods, warriors, Heavenly Father, and the Holy Mother

When the sound of horse hooves came from the mountains and forests, she couldn't help but look up at the gray-white flags and the running direwolves. Thank the gods, he saw the boy in gray armor at the front of the team.

He grew a beard, looking more like a man, and his fiery red hair flashed like flames in the dark night.

Caitlin noticed that they tied a person with hemp rope, with golden hair, and armor with a roaring lion printed on it. She naturally recognized this person, he was the damned regicide.

Jaime Lannister was carried and thrown off his horse, his face still a little unruly.

People around him began to clamor to kill the regicide.

Caitlin also wished she could kill this blond demon now, but her husband and daughter were still in their hands.

Suddenly there was a commotion at the bottom of the mountain, and the scouts on guard suddenly came to report, "Lord Stark, a cavalry force came down from the river."

For a moment, the eyes of everyone who had been in a cheerful atmosphere became serious.

"Can you see how many people there are?"

The scout shook his head, "The fire was soaring into the sky, and there were nearly two thousand in the vanguard alone."

Robb Stark turned around and was about to mount his horse. He raised his shawl, but his arm was suddenly pulled by someone. He turned around and met his mother's eyes.

"Robb," Catelyn called to her son softly.

He twitched his hand hard, then jumped onto his horse. He ordered the guards guarding his mother, "Take my mother back to Luanhe City and ask Count Frey to open the doorway."

After saying that, he led a group of cavalry to rush down to the river valley to kill.

Cole's cavalry rushed in like sharp swords, and the people leading the northern cavalry reacted quickly. They quickly gathered several cavalry groups to face the enemy head-on.

The swords and weapons met, and Cole swung his sword a few times and killed several oncoming cavalry. They roared like a gust of wind, and in a few breaths, they rushed hundreds of meters. Cole didn't know how many people died in his hands, but they just chopped down everyone they saw.

Often a handover can tell the difference between victory and defeat. He opened the Eye of Time to avoid several fatal attacks, and he was also very powerful when he dismounted the good horse. At least one charge passed by, and both he and the horse were safe.

When he looked back, there was chaos around him, with shouts of death, curses, and screams. The shock made him dizzy. Is this a battlefield?

A man approached with a spear and was kicked over by the horse. Cole took the reins and kicked the horse over him.

Continuing to slash at the nearest enemy with his sword, he passed by the head of a northerner on a cold winter night, and a head rose into the sky.

Cole continued to rush towards the next person as fast as the wind.

The winter night is like a ruthless blade of death, constantly harvesting the lives of the enemy.

The Northerners were retreating, and a group of cavalry gathered at Cole's side again. They chased after the enemy and worked together to assassinate the lone man.

At this time, a well-equipped cavalry emerged from the forest. The leader was covered in armor, followed by a huge gray-black creature. The flag looked like a gray running wolf on a white background.

They broke out from the left wing and caught Cole and others off guard.

The two groups of cavalry mingled together and became chaotic in an instant.

Korzema made a patrol, and there were cavalry surrounding him, so the enemy could not get close for the time being.

He discovered the location of the enemy general. Needless to say, the man who led the direwolf to kill the enemy must be Robb Stark.

Because the direwolves were always guarding Robb, the horses didn't dare to get close, so a vacuum formed around him. Not only were the horses afraid of this monster, but people were also afraid of it.

As soon as Cole got closer, the horse beneath him stopped obeying.

Robb also spotted him. Cole's armor was not conspicuous, but just now Robb had seen clearly that all the Lannister knights were surrounding Cole's wings.

In an instant, both of them seemed to have reached a tacit decision to duel.

Robb lightly clipped his spurs and came with a sword, his momentum was like a wolf attacking the moon.

At this time, the war horse under Cole's crotch finally stopped its restlessness, and Cole also rushed away with the force of a rainbow.

The cold light exchanged, causing violent tremors. The two of them were going back and forth on the war horses, showing their murderous intent.

Under the firelight, Robb finally saw clearly the face under the half-helmet. He felt that this person was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for the moment.

Just listen to Cole say, "Long time no see, Lord Stark."

Yes, how could Lord Robb, who had so many things to do, remember an insignificant cook?

Cole's two swords flew in the air, and he attacked with both hands. After a while, Robb fell below.

He chopped off the horse's head with Winter's Night, and Robb fell down. Cole rode up to Yingyue on his horse, with blood dripping from the giant sword in his hand.

Every sound of a horse's hoof sounds like the rattle of death.

Suddenly a gray shadow overshadowed the moonlight and flew in the sky.

Cole's eyes narrowed. He has been waiting for you for a long time. He loosened the reins and removed his feet from the stirrups. Cole leaned back and turned off the horse, letting the direwolf named "Grey Wind" jump into the air.

Its hair stood up, and its blood-red eyes flashed fiercely in the moonlight. Cole could see the sharp fangs when he opened his mouth.

At this time, Robb also stood up with his sword, and a wolf and a man surrounded Cole from front and back.

He spat on the ground, then turned sideways, with a sword on each side, pointing directly at the two enemies.

"It's just right to kill both wolf cubs."

He swung his sword and slashed quickly to Robb's side.

The young wolf lord was not to be outdone, holding a sword to meet him, and Cole combined his two swords to slash, forcing him to step back two steps.

At this time, the wolf behind him also killed him, and Cole quickly jumped away and put the two enemies in front of him.

Robb patted the dire wolf's body, and the wolf jumped into the woods. Cole knew that he had to put the dire wolf in the dark.

"I hope to know who my opponent is?" He coughed twice, then asked Cole.

"Cole, I was fortunate to be a cook in Winterfell for a few days." Cole approached with a sword.

As he spoke, Robb seemed to recall something.

"I didn't expect it was you."

"Thank you for taking care of me, sir. Now I fight for Lannister."

The sword light slashed down like a crescent moon, and the speed was amazing, but Robb could still handle it.

The direwolves rushed out of the woods from time to time, but they didn't pounce on him.

This is extremely flexible.

Cole was also frightened. Although they only fought for a few moments, he gradually felt exhausted.