Chapter 356 The node lights up again, and the players are eliminated

Clay's war horse, Horsehead, walked into the gate of the Last Hearth City.

That's actually not quite accurate.

Because in the end, Hearth City now has no gates at all.

The original city gate changed hands twice in the last Hearth City and turned into complete pieces of wood.

unusable.

Wrestling a city from the hands of the Wild Hunt is no ordinary outing.

The Northern Army suffered less than a thousand casualties.

As for the results...

It's quite impressive.

The corpses of the wild hunting dogs had piled up into a hill outside the city.

There were also piled next to them the corpses of more than two hundred Wild Hunt soldiers.

Of course, they are all naked.

The armor they wore, which looked expensive at first glance, had long since become trophies, stripped off and managed uniformly.

The aesthetics of the Wild Hunt army are incomprehensible to Northerners.

But this does not mean that these armors cannot be used.

Just pull it back and recast it directly.

They are all fine iron materials.

The North itself lacks these things, so Sleepy handed him a pillow.

After entering the city gate, Clay noticed that the face of Hose Amber next to him was extremely ugly.

At first he didn't know what was going on.

But as he went deeper, when he reached the main castle of the Amber family, he did not see a single living person except the army.

Clay understood why Jose Amber had veins popping up on the backs of her hands and forehead.

I have to admit that what Eredin and the guys do is absolutely amazing.

There is nothing left for the Amber family.

Ordinary peasants did not live in the castle.

Under this social structure, generally, those who could settle in the city had special skills and could solve specific problems for the lord.

For example, blacksmith, tanner, etc.

These are all valuable technical talents, and now they are all stolen by the Wild Hunt.

Clay doesn't have the ability to send troops to conquer their world.

Therefore, if these people are lost, they are lost.

"Your Majesty... they... won't kill all the people of our Amber family... right?"

Hose Amber's lips trembled.

Now the Amber family still has strength.

But the problem is that the population and wealth are gone.

If this does not get the support of King Clay Mandler, then the Amber family will not even be a count.

Even if they are a knight leader, they may not be able to keep it in a few years.

The North is not the Reach, and it will take too long to recover from the damage.

"I don't know, but Sir, you'd better think that they have all returned to the embrace of the gods."

"I can give you a promise to the Amber family. Mandalay and the Targaryen family will compensate you for everything you have lost in this war."

Clay patted Hose Amber, whose face was still very ugly, and said with a smile:

"How about this, Ser Amber?"

Hose Amber forced a smile and nodded.

What can he do?

We can only hope that this unreal world will stop soon and Clay Mandler will keep his word. Otherwise, what else can we do?

This last Hearth City was conquered by Clay Mandler, who led his troops to help the Amber family.

Hose Umber couldn't fault Clay Mandler.

Therefore, he could only take some of the surviving members of the Amber family around his castle with a gloomy look on his face.

He hoped that after the Wild Hunt army withdrew, there would be something left for him.

Clay left him alone, he didn't have the time now.

The army entered the city, but this did not mean that the war was over.

Judging from the combat attitude displayed by Wild Hunt in this battle.

They seemed to truly "love the land deeply."

I can't think of a reason, but that's the reality.

Therefore, Eredin's army may come back at any time.

In the end, no corner of Hearth is safe.

Let Brynden Rivers do what he should do as soon as possible, and then the last Hearth City will be back in his hands.

Therefore, Clay did not waste a moment and immediately sent his order to the Black Castle on the Great Wall by fast horse.

"Tell Bran Stark that I asked him to come to the Last Hearth."

"In addition, inform Lord Jon Amber that I have called him back from his home. Let him rest assured that the Great Wall still needs him now. Don't be careless."

After the messengers left, Clay issued orders to his troops that were both false and true.

Clay estimated that tonight would be uneventful, and the Wild Hunt might use the portal at night to defeat him.

Therefore, he ordered his four demon hunter guards to stay in the four directions of the city.

On duty at all times.

Once you feel any strange movement in magic, immediately notify the whole city.

Eredin has put in so much effort and lost so many people, so she won't give up easily.

…

Stormlands

night

Near Harvest Hall

A disheveled Stannis Baratheon, with the soldiers he brought out from the "King Robert's Hammer".

Walking in the mud on a country road.

The day's naval battle ultimately shattered Stannis' hopes.

The entire royal fleet, after mistakenly believing that Stannis was dead, ended up fleeing in panic.

You don't need to think about it to know that the troop carriers carrying most of their troops were either directly hit with their keels broken and sank to the bottom of Shipbreaker Bay, or were captured by the Targaryen fleet.

In short, for him, a terrible thought lingered in his mind.

I'm afraid, he is doomed!

Stannis had never felt more vulnerable than he had since the war.

There are only about two hundred people around who can use it.

There are not many people that can be carried on the battleship itself, and it cannot be compared with the troop transport ship converted from the cargo ship.

Moreover, Stannis keenly felt that these soldiers had some subtle changes in their attitudes towards him.

He knew what a dangerous change it was.

He must solve this problem quickly before his authority as king is completely lost.

Otherwise, he will be in big trouble.

Just as he was thinking this, Stannis suddenly felt his feet slip.

The whole person lost his balance and threw his body fiercely into the mud ahead.

In the dark night, no one could notice anything at all.

The same goes for the guards around him.

There was a muffled sound, and Stannis fell directly into the mud.

The mud caused by the rain finally knocked away the king's last trace of dignity.

Let his luxurious robes be stained with filth.

The reaction of the guards who followed him was also particularly intriguing.

When they saw the king fall, they did not immediately go up to help him.

Instead, they looked at each other, even in the dark, no one could see the other clearly.

But the guards still tried hard to make eye contact with each other.

By the time Stannis, who was badly beaten, was struggling to get up from the mud.

These guards hurriedly came over and helped the king up together.

But that's all.

No one called to mop the mud off the king, and no one asked about Stannis.

Everything seems very natural.

It seems like that's how it should be.

Stannis felt fear.

Although he was protected by his own army, he found that he had really lost a lot.

No matter how unwilling he was to admit it, it was entirely his responsibility that he was in this situation.

It was his decision to agree to Renly Baratheon's request and lend a helping hand to his former enemy.

Bringing the fleet to this narrow mouth at this time has nothing to do with him.

The order to order the escort fleet to reinforce the frontal battlefield, which led to their being attacked, also came from the king.

It doesn't matter whether this decision is right or not, but the fact is that it is just the right thing to do.

This stupid decision led to the annihilation of their main force.

And they, on other people's territory, are displaced and unable to do anything.

The king's authority is so fragile.

"Keep walking, we have to go to the Harvest Hall."

Stannis spat out the mud that poured into his mouth.

"Count Astan Selmy is an upright man. He will receive us."

he said again.

What responded to him was the sparse voice of the soldiers:

"Yes... Your Majesty."

Now, the king has no one he can rely on.

He could only move forward in silence.

To their northwest, on the other side of the horizon, was the Harvest Hall.

A difficult decision was beating in Count Astan Selmy's heart.

In front of him, a thin man had just brought him news that surprised him.

"Is this the end of the Royal Fleet?"

Count Astan Selmy couldn't help but murmur, and he still can't believe this result.

Not because he is Stannis's most loyal minister.

In fact, he didn't like Stannis at all.

In his view, a king needs to be strong and soft at the same time.

The three Baratheon brothers.

All Robert's strengths were on his horse, but once off his horse, he was just a drunkard.

Stannis's heart was harder than stone, but he was too harsh and not many people supported him.

And his current lord Renly is the opposite of Stannis, hesitant and indecisive in everything.

Tyrell's mischief led to the attack on Dragonstone.

He, Astan Selmy, has gathered his army and is ready to fight with the Tyrell army.

But in the end, this matter was never picked up high, and it just disappeared without a trace due to Renly's deliberate deafness.

By now, the Dornish army, Aegon Targaryen's landing force, was approaching from both sides.

It was that hesitant temper that caused the six thousand people in the Stormlands to die in vain under the Eagle's Nest Castle.

Inside, there was the army of his Selmy family.

Astan Selmy could only curse Renly for his incompetence in his room.

But otherwise, nothing can be done.

It's actually quite easy to go from contempt for Renly to hatred.

But now, an opportunity for revenge was placed in front of him.

"Kill Stannis and then claim that Renly did it?"

Astan Selmy repeated what the thin man in front of him said to him.

In return, the now ownerless island of Tas will become the territory of the Selmy family.

After Aegon Targaryen secured his throne.

If we say that the condition brought by the man in front of him is to make him the master of the storm land.

Then he would not believe it.

However, a Tas Island just hit the part of his heart that he longed for most.

Not too big, not too small, just right.

He didn't think about why Aegon Targaryen could accurately determine Stannis's location.

That's not important.

Now, all he needs to do is nod his head.

The thin man was waiting quietly in the main castle of Harvest Hall.

Finally, he heard an answer that satisfied both him and Jon Connington.

"Okay, as you wish, my army will change into Renly's military uniforms. Of course, I need you to lead the way."

The man reminded:

"We don't want this matter to spread from you later."

Astan Selmy replied coldly:

"Don't worry, after doing this, they will board a ship, a ship going to Tas Island, but it will sink halfway."

The thin man smiled slightly:

"A very wise decision, Lord Count."

His mission has been completed. Next, someone will guide the Selmy family's army to where they should go.

Oh no, it's Renly Baratheon's man.

After all, there is a green crowned stag on the clothes.

…

Brynden Rivers, our Lord Bloodraven, the last Green Seer, was summoned directly from the Great Wall to the Last Hearth by Clay Manderly's order.

There is no aura that the representative of the old gods should have.

This also made things difficult for Him.

I just want to be tough in front of Clay Mandler.

However, for the sake of your own life, it’s better not to mess with this guy.

The Three-Eyed Crow knows how to survive.

It can be seen from His deeds that He hid in the cave outside the Great Wall for a hundred years.

This old guy has the word "goo" at his head, and he can do so if he can.

Shame or anything like that is nothing to Him.

Now, Clay Manderly conquered the Last Hearth City in one fell swoop, and he arrived at the newly recaptured castle in no time.

The huge corpse pit outside the city seemed to have been extinguished not long ago.

What's strange is that near the pit, there are actually some corpses of both the enemy and ourselves.

Is this the second battle after the battle?

Brynden Rivers took a closer look at the guys moving on top of the city.

Well...one of our own.

It seems that it is not in the way.

Before entering the city, Clay Manderly's cavalry had already arrived in front of the apparent head of the Stark family with the king's order.

"My lord Duke Stark, your majesty has ordered you to go to the godswood immediately."

Brynden Rivers put on a reassuring smile.

But in fact, he was secretly scolding Clay Mandler, a guy who sucks bones and drinks blood, for not being polite at all.

He didn't even let him in, so he just pulled him over to repair the node.

Moreover, according to what was previously discussed, this time, He must act with a high profile.

Just to attract the attention of the Wild Hunt.

Every time he thought about this arrangement, Brynden Rivers felt a shiver run down his spine.

The feeling of being treated as a target is really too uncomfortable.

But now, the situation is stronger than the human being, so he can only act honestly and according to Clay Mandler's arrangements.

The group of people, wearing limited amounts of armor, walked towards the godswood with great fanfare.

Lighting up the node also announced the failure of the Wild Hunt in this area.

This will definitely create a lot of hatred.

Originally, I had been thinking about putting Clay Mandler in front, but now, I have also suffered backlash.

When dusk fell today, Clay in the Last Hearth City felt the familiar power of the old gods and returned to this land.

He knew that Brynden Rivers had succeeded.

Now, it's his opponent's turn again.