Chapter 621: Baelon and the Children of the Forest
Riverlands, noble heart.
This place is located on a towering hill in the riverlands, between Riverrun, Harrenhal and Pink City.
Halfway up the mountain, a team with a three-headed red dragon flag set up camp.
"Kermit, it's your turn to play."
In a tent, three young boys gathered in a circle to play cards.
The red-haired boy whose name was called looked tangled, and his eyes looked back and forth at the other two.
"Hurry up and play your cards, we will have dinner later."
Berlon raised his smiling face and urged his new friend.
"Right, play your cards."
Another short boy with black hair and black eyes responded from the side, with a shy smile on his face.
If you look closely, you can find that under that harmless baby face, there is always a trace of unbearable restlessness.
"Don't rush me, Ben!"
Kermit threw out a card and kicked his friend.
Benjiko cried out in pain and hid behind the crown prince.
"Don't bully him, you cunning fish."
Baelon liked the introverted Benjiko, and at the same time teased Kermit, who had similar interests.
Among the three boys, the other was the oldest, already 19 years old.
His grandfather was the late old Duke Tully, and his father was the current Duke of Riverrun, Elmond Tully.
Benjiko next to him was also not simple, from the ancient family of the Riverlands - Blackwood.
His father was Samwell Blackwood.
He was two years older than Baelon and just turned 12 this year.
The three boys played a round of cards, and Harwin Strong, known as the "Bonebreaker", lifted the curtain and said humorously: "Three of you, it's time to eat."
"Okay."
Baelon stood up and clapped his hands, and walked in the leading position.
Kermit followed behind on the left and said: "I'll go find Oscar, and we'll continue playing cards later."
That was his younger brother, who just turned 16.
Father Almon left an order to make friends with the crown prince.
He thought it was unnecessary, the crown prince was a person worth making friends with.
Oscar would think so too.
…
That night.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and dark clouds covered the sky.
Belron lay in the tent, with his head resting on someone's thigh, and fell asleep in a daze.
The boys played until late, and went hunting together after dinner.
They were all exhausted.
Huh——
A cool night breeze blew through the curtains, brushing across his cheeks like a palm.
Belron frowned and turned away from the tent door.
But, this was far from enough.
Suddenly, the air around him seemed to be quiet.
Belron seemed to have a sense and opened his eyes in a daze.
"…"
Before his vision was clear, he heard a faint and strange murmur in his ears.
The murmurs were loud and soft, rough and fine, as if ten thousand people were whispering in his ears.
"What's that sound?"
Bellon got up and climbed out of the tent, sleepy-eyed.
"Caw, caaw..."
There was silence all around, except for a pitch-black crow standing on the treetop.
Bellon seemed to be in another world, walking step by step on the hillside.
After an unknown amount of time, his vision suddenly opened up.
On the top of the high mountain, thirty-one stumps of fish beams formed a circle, like a strange altar.
"Run, someone is coming..."
"Someone, with a sword..."
"..."
Just as Bellon saw the surrounding environment clearly, the whisper in his ear suddenly expanded, like a sharp roar.
Huh——
The next moment, a piercing night wind blew, completely driving away sleepiness.
In the darkness in the distance, clusters of fire suddenly appeared.
"Who is coming, who are you?"
Bellon was unable to open his eyes due to the wind, and could only see the torches and figures gradually touching the foot of the mountain through the gaps in his arms.
Tap, tap, tap...
Just then, light footsteps came from behind.
Baeron turned his head quickly, his eyes wide open.
Under the dim night, the weirwood stumps in a circle looked like tombstones without words, revealing gloom and weirdness.
A short figure flashed by and got into one of the weirwood stumps.
Baeron rubbed his eyes hard to make sure he was not mistaken.
He saw it clearly.
The figure just now was definitely not human.
The figure was less than four feet tall, covered with green bark armor, and a helmet inlaid with huge antlers.
In his hand, he held a spear made of stone and wooden stick, primitive and simple.
Buzz——
Before Baeron opened his mouth, the whisper in his ear disappeared immediately.
When he wanted to hear those inexplicable sounds again, there was only the whistling of the night wind and the chirping of insects.
"What is that, half-man?"
Baeron was still young and still had the fantasy of seeing a dwarf.
But the disappearing short figure proved that the dwarf would not get into the magic of the weirwood stump.
"Who else is coming?"
Belron was confused and hurriedly looked back at the fire at the foot of the mountain.
They were so dense that they looked like ants crawling.
He took his father's task and went all the way from the King's Road to Harrenhal, Riverrun, and Raventree.
He passed by Noble Heart tonight and went to Pink City tomorrow morning.
"No, they are coming for me!"
Belron was startled and ran to the camp halfway up the mountain.
He shouted while running, reminding the patrol soldiers that there were enemies.
...
It was the middle of the night.
"Kill! The eldest son of the young dragon king is on the top of the mountain!"
"Cut off the head of the crown prince and let the damn king remember it..."
"..."
The night wind blew, swaying the clusters of firelight under the night sky.
The chaotic army, whose number could not be seen clearly, rushed to the Noble Heart and hacked and killed the team composed of the Royal Guard and the River Knights.
The latter had less than a hundred people and was defeated in a one-sided trend.
In the tent.
Baeron was panting and stayed with the boys.
"Prince, you have to evacuate from the back mountain."
Leonor's face was solemn, and he drew out his two-handed broadsword that had not been used for a long time.
"Who is the other party?"
Baeron was still calm, and heard the accent of the River People.
Leonor said in a deep voice: "It is someone who opposes your father."
After that, he lifted the curtain and stared at Samwell Blackwood who was guarding the door.
"What do you want, sir."
Samwell's eyes were deep, and his posture was upright like a sword.
Lionel did not hesitate and said solemnly: "Protect the crown prince. I have sent a raven to send reinforcements to Harrenhal."
"Don't worry."
Samwell did not hesitate at all. He walked in and grabbed the dazed Baeron and threw a long sword to his only son Benjiko.
"Give me a sword."
Kermit's face was ferocious, worried about his father who was leading the army to resist.
His sword was in his tent, and he had no weapon in his hand.
Samwell glanced at him, pulled out a dagger and threw it: "Follow me."
...
A group of people rushed out of the tent, shuttled through the camp where the flames of war continued, and fled along the back mountain.
The fighting and screams behind them were endless, echoing in the dark midnight.
Berlon hurriedly turned back and looked at a circle of fish beam wood stumps on the top of the mountain.
Until this time, he still couldn't hide the shock in his heart.
Someone wanted to kill him, but there was an inexplicable "person" reminding him.
"There are people here, follow me!"
Several soldiers with unfamiliar accents ran into him head-on, drew their bows and arrows and shot.
Clang! Clang!
Samwell waved his long sword to block the flying arrows.
The strange thing is that the opponent's archery skills are first-class and still very accurate under the cover of night.
Not at all like the level of the river people.
Bellon has good eyesight and saw from a distance that the boots of the soldiers were covered with a thick layer of salt stains.
That was the dead block that had been swirling in the sea for many years and the salt had penetrated and condensed.
Swish!
An arrow flew past, brushed his cheek, and left a bleeding cut.
"Protect the prince!"
Samwell shouted, picked up his long sword and went forward alone.
Kermit then charged, and threw a small dagger and shot a soldier in the thigh.
An unfair melee began.
"This one has silver hair!"
Two rebels were stopped, and two more rushed towards the helpless boys.
Oscar was shot by an arrow and fell to the ground wailing.
"Cut off his head, someone will give us money in exchange."
One rebel put down his bow and arrow and took out a sawtooth scimitar.
"You are an iron race!"
Bellon slowly retreated, staring at him.
"So what?"
The iron race laughed wildly and licked his cracked lips with his tongue.
"Don't talk nonsense, do it."
Another iron race looked vicious and stepped forward quickly to grab the bounty.
Bellon breathed quickly and held the clan sword Dragon Claw at his waist.
Just waiting for an opportunity to chop off the opponent's head with one sword.
"Boy, say goodbye to your king."
The iron race was full of jealousy and stretched out his big hand with muddy nails.
At the critical moment.
"Get out of here! You stinky fish-eating iron-born!"
Benjiko, who had been trembling all over, suddenly changed color, and a nearly crazy red light flashed in his dark eyes.
As soon as he roared, he swung a stone and leaped forward.
Bang!
The iron-born raised his knife to block, but the next second his head was smashed by the stone, his cheeks mixed with blood and brains were a mess.
Benjiko rolled on the ground, with the scimitar stuck in his shoulder blade, and he climbed up quickly like a beast.
"Hehe, damn iron-born!"
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Benjiko's baby face showed a cruel look, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a bloodthirsty arc.
He was like a monster that had been suppressed for a long time, and he pounced on another iron-born again.
"Freak boy."
The iron-born was shocked and hurriedly picked up the bow and arrow.
Puff--
A sharp long sword pierced into the lower genitals, pulling and pulling to remove the root of troubles.
"Ah!!"
The iron-born's eyes were about to burst, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Baeron held the dragon claw in his hand and pierced the opponent's raised chin again.
Blood spurted out, and the sword covered with water ripples pierced the skull and protruded straight out from the back of the head.
"Let's go to help Earl Sam."
It was the first time for Baeron to kill someone, and his pupils trembled. He called Benjiko to join the fight.
"No!"
Benjiko widened his eyes and dragged the crown prince to continue running down the mountain.
"What are you doing? We have to help."
Beron was anxious.
"No!"
Benjiko gritted his teeth and roared breathlessly: "Let's go to Harrenhal."
The blood in his eyes did not fade, but he remained rational.
Baeron could not struggle, and took advantage of the night to get into the bushes and go down the mountain.
Looking back, a fire spread on the mountain.
Faintly, it seemed that the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh and blood could be heard.
When he looked back again, a little fire appeared in the distance, accompanied by the neighing of war horses.
At the front of the cavalry team, a silver trout flag with red and blue stripes was waved.
At the same time, the light of dawn shone down, dispelling the coldness and dark clouds of the night.
Baeron was lost in thought, swallowing a mouthful of saliva to moisten his throat.
At dawn, reinforcements arrived.
…
A month later.
King's Landing, Dragon Cave.
"Hiss!"
Sylax crawled on the ground, stretched her neck and let out a roar.
"Quiet, Sylax."
The dragon handlers surrounded the two sides, soothing the sensitive golden beast.
A distance away, a dark dragon pit.
"Cough cough..."
Rhaegar crawled out with a dusty face, covering his mouth and nose and coughing.
"How is it?"
Rhaenyra squatted beside the dragon pit and asked nervously.
"Good job."
Rhaegar panted, with a smile on his face: "Six dragon eggs, two of which have broken their shells."
