Chapter 18: Force is better than hard work

The wind and snow became more and more intense. Under the waning moon, the sky and the earth were white. Cole walked against the wind, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of cold.

He walked on the King's Road, heading south. Whether it was to King's Landing, Casterly Rock, or even Dragonstone, there was always a place that could accommodate him, even if it was to Dorne.

Except for the sound of falling snowflakes, there was silence all around.

I don't know how long I walked, but it was a complete chaos as far as the eye could see.

At this time, there was the sound of horse hooves. Who was rushing on the road so late? He turned around and heard the sound of a sharp arrow piercing through the space. With a whoosh, a gust of wind passed by his ears.

In the haze, Cole saw a figure holding a bow as bright as the moon, pulling the string on the horse, and looking straight at him.

The man pulled out another arrow from the quiver under the horse.

Even if he hesitated, he knew that this person had bad intentions. In an instant, the Eye of Time and Space unfolded, and the scattered snowflakes paused in the air. The man's movements were like a snail crawling, like a frame of a photo turning.

The Eye of Time and Space not only slowed down time, but also allowed Cole to see farther and more clearly. Theon Greyjoy's face was reflected in his pupils.

It turned out to be him. In Winterfell, he didn't understand why this person repeatedly made things difficult for him, and now he wanted to kill him.

Time resumed, Theon bent his bow and shot an arrow smoothly. The Ironborn have always been famous for their bows and arrows, and as the future king of the Ironborn, he has also put a lot of effort in using bows and arrows.

At least at this distance, it was easy to kill this kid. He released the arrow and confidently watched the trajectory of the arrow feathers and attacked Cole.

He deliberately aimed at the head, and the iron spike could penetrate the kid's head without a blink of an eye.

With a turn of his head, the arrow passed through his neck. Cole walked up slowly, with one hand bent behind his back to grab the sword.

"Good luck." Theon spat secretly and continued to draw the bow and arrow.

With a whoosh, the arrow was dodged by Cole again with a turn of his body. Now Theon finally knew that this boy was extraordinary.

He drew out two arrows in a row and fired them in succession. He thought to himself, "Let's see how you can dodge."

Cole turned his head and swung his sword, and the two arrows were slapped and dodged one after another.

"Damn it." Theon pulled the horse rope tightly and rode back. The distance between the two was no more than ten feet.

Cole rushed up, and before the horse could move, he had already raised his sword to kill. The blade broke through the snow in the air and rushed straight to Theon on the horse.

He was startled and held the bow to resist. The string broke, and it was pulled away with a snap, and even the bow was cut into two pieces.

Theon fell off the horse in response, but Cole would not hold back and killed again with a sword.

Seeing the cold light coming, Theon remained calm in a hurry. He took the broken bow and pulled Cole's ankle, but it had little effect.

Cole raised his sword and stabbed it, killing him.

Theon reached out to grab the blade, and the fur gloves were instantly pierced. Pain came from his palm, and he suddenly regretted that he should not be so reckless.

The blade was getting closer and closer to his chest. Theon gritted his teeth and pushed the blade to one side with force. He turned and rolled, rolling several times on the snow, and then quickly climbed up.

He drew out the iron sword at his waist, half-bent his body to stabilize his lower body, moved left and right to unfold his posture, which was exactly what Jon taught Cole.

"You are indeed an extraordinary cook." His hands were shaking, and blood dripped from the hilt onto the snow, staining the white.

It was originally hazy, with a dull blue light mixed with white, and the bright red was just a little bit of ink black.

"Theon of Greyjoy, we should have no grudges against each other, right? You were aggressive in the hall, and now you are attacking me with bows and arrows. Do you really think I am easy to bully?"

"Pfft~" He spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell face first when he fell off his horse. "Ironmen do things without reason. Force is better than hard work. If you want to blame someone, blame the inappropriate things on you."

What on Cole could catch his eye? A ragged chef's shirt, a pair of worn leather boots of the night watchman, and "Winter Night". So, he was attracted by his sword.

"Humph, so you are greedy." Cole stepped on the snow, "Be prepared to accept retribution for greed."

A round of sword light was like a waning moon. Theon swung his sword to block it, only to feel his arm being pulled violently, and the wound on his palm split wildly, and blood fell.

Cole held the sword with both hands, and the cold light afterimages were as dense as the stars in the sky. Theon struggled to block it, and felt that his hand was going to be disabled every time.

Theon shouted in his heart, "What kind of monster is this!"

"Oops!" He was startled, and Cole's sword actually changed its trajectory, slashing towards his thigh like a nimble silver thread.

"Ah!" With a scream, Theon fell to the ground in pain, and the sword fell off. He hugged his thigh full of blood and wailed.

Cole kicked his sword away with one foot, and then stepped forward.

Every step was like a loud bang in Theon's heart. His face was full of fear, and he shouted in his heart: No, he can't die, he still has to inherit the Iron Islands and become the Supreme King of the Iron People.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me. Please." He cried bitterly and begged humbly.

Cole raised the blade of the sword. He would not show mercy to the enemy, and there was no need to keep such a thing. Killing him might be a big help to Robb Stark.

Theon's eyes, which usually squinted with a smile, stared in fear. His mouth opened wide, tears streaming down his cheeks, snot flowing into his mouth, and he stared at the cold blue light approaching under the moonlight.

At this moment, he felt that death was so close, until a loud shout like an oracle from the gods came, "Stop!"

The horses galloped, shaking the earth and the sky. Cole stopped his sword, turned his head to look at the person coming, and sighed in his heart: It seems that this idiot cannot be killed.

A bunch of northern cavalry surrounded Cole and Theon.

Cole looked up at Robb Stark and turned around without saying anything after retracting his sword. He pushed aside the cavalry and walked towards Theon's horse.

He jumped on the horse and shouted to Theon Greyjoy lying on the ground: "I'll spare your life, take care of yourself."

The cavalry wanted to stop him, but Robb Stark stopped them. They watched his back as he rode until he disappeared into the sky.

"If you don't help me up, you can only take a corpse back." Theon groaned in pain.

Robb Stark felt that Theon, who was always smart in the past, looked so stupid, but after all, he had the name of a brother. He ordered his men to take Theon with him, and then turned back to Winterfell.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Robb asked him along the way, "I have declared him innocent, do you want to make Stark lose his credibility?"

"Robb, I am already like this, you should let the maester take a look for me first." He raised his bloody hand, and at the same time thought in his heart: I am not a Stark, what does Stark's honor have to do with me.

"Humph, everyone is responsible for their own actions, Theon. Even if you are killed, it is your own fault." Robb Stark rode forward.

Theon Greyjoy gritted his teeth secretly.