Erlu guessed that the dwarf did not have anything nice to say, but he asked coldly, "What do I not understand?"
The dwarf looked at the clouds at a forty-five degree angle and said softly, "Logging is tiring!"
Logging is tiring?
Erlu's expression changed.
Tyrion let out a long sigh and continued, "When the Dragon Queen made her vow, King Aegon was still living in seclusion.
The Dragon Queen had built a great foundation at Slave Bay, and King Aegon was the eldest son of the previous king, so he had the priority to inherit the Iron Throne.
They were aunt and nephew, but they were also kings. The two kings did not meet, and were destined to belong to different branches.
The path of a king was to have an independent will.
Of course, King Aegon did not have to abide by his aunt's vow, but he cared about their relationship and chose to leave Slave Bay quietly without saying goodbye.
He also gave up the Targaryen ancestral emblem and declared that there were two branches.
From then on, his actions only represented himself, and had nothing to do with the Queen.
The Dragon Queen kept her vow, but she was not a cold-blooded blockhead. She cared about her blood relationship with her nephew and silently gave up her most trusted minister without breaking her vow … "
He used his thumb to poke his chest.
"Sigh, Your Majesties, how could a cold-blooded person who could kill her own brother for the sake of the Iron Throne understand the love between aunt and nephew? “
"What do you mean?" Erlu gritted his teeth and glared.
"Everyone in the world knows how Renly died. Times have changed. In the past, no one knew magic, and only thought that Renly's death was baffling. Now, everyone sees the person beside you … "
Tyrion glanced at the red-robed woman who was emitting waves of heat. He felt a little guilty, and his voice softened subconsciously.
This woman was truly extraordinary. Although the weather was clear today, Winterfell was covered in white snow. The ice and snow did not melt, and the north wind lifted his robes. The cold air was like nails that penetrated his bones.
He had wrapped himself into a ball with his fur, but he still felt cold.
However, that woman was dressed in a light and elegant red robe. More than half of her fair, swaying chest was exposed …
Not only was she not cold, but even the people around her could feel the heat around her.
It seemed that even the Dragon Queen could not do it?
As expected of a demigod!
Erlu was a fool. He didn't bring her along for the Battle of the Black Water River and the expedition to the South to attack Winterfell …
"You are a scoundrel who killed your father, uncle, and nephew. How dare you accuse me of killing my own family?"
The sound of Erlu grinding teeth brought the dwarf back to his senses.
Seeing the terrifying look on his face, as if he was about to devour someone, the dwarf stole a glance at the red-robed woman.
"Don't be so agitated. I'll kill my father too. We're all the same. I'm not looking down on you."
Hearing this, Erlu became even more agitated. His body trembled as he growled, "Little Devil, are you trying to start a war?"
"If it's a one-on-one, sure." Tyrion raised his eyebrows.
"With just you?" Erlu grasped the Hero's Red Sword at his waist.
Jon looked at the half-exposed red sword in astonishment. The red light and heat on the blade had disappeared.
Hmm, Erlu hadn't replenished his Mana for a long time.
"It's a duel between Knights. You ride a horse, and I ride a dragon." The dwarf laughed.
"I …" Er Lu's skinny face that was stuck to his skull suddenly turned purplish-red.
"Your Majesty, since this knight dares to challenge the Child of the Prophecy, why don't you fulfill his wish?"
The red-robed woman's voice was soft and gentle, like a lover's whisper.
The dwarf caught a glimpse of the magic ruby at her throat that reflected the red light, but he shuddered and his back broke out in a hot sweat.
"Hahaha, don't be so serious. I'm just joking. How can a small dwarf be qualified to challenge the king?
It's freezing here. Why don't we help the Duke of the Northern Territory take down Winterfell, and then we can sit by the warm fireplace and enjoy good wine while we reminisce about old times? "
Jon didn't want to see the two allies fight, so he immediately invited the commanders into his tent to discuss the battle plan.
Tyrion looked at the map provided by the dwarf. Not only were the names of the sentry towers and buildings in Winterfell marked in detail, even the Bolton army's defense, the location of the ballistae, the little skinner's dormitory, and the command center were all accurate.
Obviously, this was another battle with asymmetric information.
He sighed and said, "Tonight, we can enter the city to soak in the hot springs. Count Medji is familiar with the surrounding terrain and is guarding outside with a thousand cavalrymen.
I'll open the city gates, and the rest of the people will swarm in and kill all the skinner in the city.
If anyone escapes, Count Medji will be in charge of pursuing them. What do you all think? "
Jon nodded. If the dwarf could quickly blast open the city gates, the rest of the people could fight however they wanted.
"Your Majesty Stannis, what do you think?" He looked at the gloomy Erlu.
"What about Roose Bolton?" Erlu asked.
There was no sign of the old skinner on the map.
Lord Eel stroked his fat and oily chin and muttered, "That bastard Ramus married Miss Arya, so Winterfell belongs to him.
After the bastard defeated you, Lord Leech left Winterfell. He said that he was homesick after leaving the Terror Castle for many years. "
"That's not my sister. The Iron Throne used Jenny Poole to disguise herself as Arya," Jon hurriedly said.
Erlu's bony fingers tapped twice on the map and said, "I don't care about the rest, but I want Theon Greyjoy and Ramus Bolton. They have committed countless crimes and have to be judged by the King."
Tyrion sneered and said, "Burn them and offer them to the Red God? Which country's laws apply to such a trial? "
"His Majesty Aegon didn't come. King Stannis has the highest rank here," Davos reminded.
"Theon …" Jon looked conflicted. "Theon didn't kill Ricken and Bran, so he doesn't deserve to die. And now … he has received the punishment he deserves. Maybe we can let him go."
Erlu turned his head and said, "He betrayed us and attacked Winterfell. He was the trigger for the series of events and indirectly destroyed your family. How can we forgive him so easily?"
Jon frowned and didn't say anything.
If Theon didn't betray Robb, Winterfell wouldn't have fallen. Little Skinner wouldn't have been able to survive. Little Skinner was arrested and locked up in Winterfell's death row prison. The best outcome would have been to put on a black cloak and Theon would have released him. Carlin Bay wouldn't have fallen into Tiemin's hands. Robb wouldn't have been in a hurry to return to the North. The outcome would have been different …
This plot was different from the corresponding plot of "Game of Thrones". Although Uncle Finger was willing to send cannons, he didn't care about the military strength of Ramus and the Skinners.
Between the Northern Region, which had been crippled and was still divided, and the fertile and well-preserved Valley, which would you choose?
Anyone with a normal brain would choose the Valley and take back Winterfell with the army of the Valley.
Thus, Sansa's marriage with the "heir Harry" was more valuable to stabilize Uncle Finger's rule over the Valley.
Of course, Aegon, who controlled the Black Death, was more valuable than Harry.
No matter what, little Skinner couldn't marry Sansa. However, ruling the North required Stark's righteousness.
Thus, Tywin used Sansa's maid, Janeple, to replace the "missing person" Arya's household register. Old Skinner naturally allowed his illegitimate son to marry the fake princess.
Before becoming Arya, Janeple went to Uncle Finger's "Missing Women's Chain Supermarket" to further her studies.
Little Skinner not only married a maid, but that maid also became a prostitute for half a year. How unlucky!
Jon's Raven returned to Winterfell a few times. Knowing the true identity of "Arya", he didn't send Mansred to save his sister. Theon stayed in Winterfell.
Tyrion frowned. "You can try Ramus and Theon, but you can't set up a private court. According to tradition, at least the nobles and commoners should be invited as witnesses. "
Of course, he didn't care about Ramus and Theon's lives. However, Erlu specifically asked for them, which meant that their blood was powerful. Theon was the son of King Balon, and Ramus was the King of the North.
"That's reasonable."
"It's reasonable."
"Even the bitch Queen Dowager will invite witnesses."
Lord Eel squinted his small eyes and agreed. Then, the Northern and River Valley Knights followed suit.
After reaching a consensus, the battle began immediately.
A 300kg water tank-shaped kerosene bomb fell from a height of 400 meters. The city gate was immediately engulfed in a sea of fire. When the city gate collapsed, Jon took the lead. He rode a long-haired unicorn as tall as a bull and led 500 unicorn riders into Winterfell. Then …
Ramus Bolton's military strength wasn't weak. There were 3,000 Skinners, 5,000 Northern nobles from Lonelytomb Village, Hearthfire, and the Northern nobles who sided with Bolton. There were also 2,000 Freys.
Ten thousand soldiers defending the city was enough to deal with an enemy ten times their number. In addition, the weather in the Northern Region was cold, so the defending army had an advantage.
Without Tyrion's "aerial bombardment", Jon and Skinner, the "Destined Snow" pair, would have been evenly matched. The battle would have lasted for a year and a half.
With Skinner's treachery and viciousness, Jon might not have won.
Even with the Pterosaur's aerial support, Tyrion wasn't able to stay in the comfortable Stone Castle that night.
The battle was intense. Skinner's right leg was bitten off by Jon, so he didn't charge. Instead, he stayed in the castle to command the battle. The Direwolf and Tyrion's Pterosaur couldn't be beheaded.
As long as the command system didn't collapse, the battle continued from noon to dusk.
Some of the Northern nobles who sided with Bolton almost escaped during the night. The Bolton Family's Scarlet Skinner flag disappeared from Winterfell in the early hours of the second day.
At the Winterfell Training Ground.
The once white and flat snowy ground was now stained with black mud from the trampling of horses and horses, as well as dark red blood from the corpses.
It was like a brand new white Mill wool blanket that had been thrown into a latrine and washed.
In the center of the Training Ground, more than ten knights in disheveled armor and despair were tied to wooden stakes. Firewood was piled high beside them.
Lord Eel's face was filled with the joy of getting its revenge, and its shiny high boots made a carefree squeaking sound in the dirty snow.
He walked in front of a bald man with a short chin and moist red eyes and said with a strange smile, "Elyse Frey, is my meat pie delicious?"
"What?" The man with a short chin opened his moist red eyes in a daze and looked unfocused at the fat man who was as fat as a wine barrel.
Gradually, he came back to his senses and cursed, "Traitor! You swore an oath to the Iron Throne and to Duke Bolton. You have betrayed your oath and will suffer retribution. "
"I will only have one lord, the King of the Northern Territory, Stark!" Lord Eel sneered. "On the other hand, you, Frey, have already received your retribution."
"Hurry up, everyone is waiting!"
Not far away, Sir Gordy Fallin, who was beside Erlu, urged.
Yes, Erlu had brought a large group of Red believers to wait for the afternoon prayer. The dozen nobles in the pile of firewood were the sacrifices.
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