Game of Thrones Starts with the Lord Blast System

Han Niu is very irritable now, riding his horse and waving his arms to disperse the smoke and dust.

He took the sentry to search all the way to the north, surrounded by fleeing enemies, but couldn't find the figure of the old guy Roose Bolton.

He shouted at the light cavalry who had slain the enemy in front of him, "Don't worry about these rout soldiers, just walk around at both ends, no matter how many heads you cut, you won't be able to stand up to the old skinned one. "

This guy, Ruth Bolton, for his own survival, actually organized all the defeated troops to block his escape route, so that every time Hanniu caught up, an inexplicable wave of defeated troops would appear in front of him. Get in the way.

They were all so embarrassed, and they even came out to die for the Bolton family. I don't know what these people thought.

Damn old Felkin estimated that he would be able to reach the mouth of the Bairen River in another hour. He had no navy. Once the enemy entered the Bairen River, it would be too late to let him go north by boat.

"Divided our troops into two groups, let's go around, take off all the cavalry for me, bring a bow and crossbow, and reach the mouth of the Bairen River as quickly as possible."

The downstream ferry of the Bairen River is actually a mile away from the water gate on the north side of Baikang.

This river originates from the Lonely Mountain on the north side of Fort Dread, passes through the city from Baigang City, and finally flows into the waters of Biting Bay.

Roose Bolton was lying on the horse's back, and his inner thighs and abdomen were very uncomfortable.

However, when he saw a large, turbid river in front of him, a boat was quietly moored on the riverbank, and he finally had a smile on his face. The things he lost were far less than what he got.

He thought he was about to win his life.

A knight of the Bolton family jumped off the horse, came to him quickly, and carefully helped the Dreadfort Earl Ruth Bolton off the horse.

Roose Bolton's crushed leg was affected by the wound, and he gasped in pain. He cursed through gritted teeth, lowered his head and supported the injured thigh, while saying to the family knight behind him, "You can send it again. Several cavalry gathered along the road, those damned light cavalry, I always feel that they have to catch up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the scene was unusually quiet, and Roose Bolton was exhausted. He hoped that a quiet place would allow him to spend his twilight years in the dark, even if it was the greatest gift from the gods to him.

However, the strange silence at this time is not a good sign.

He gritted his teeth and shouted in pain, "Why is no one answering?"

A knight said, tremblingly, "Lord Count..."

Old Peeling raised his head in dissatisfaction, his eyes turned from his thighs to his back.

At this moment, his knights are slowly drawing out their knightly swords, raising the long swords in their hands in a posture of about to fight.

Roose Bolton looked puzzled.

He stared at his knight without blinking, and then turned to the front again following the knight's gaze.

A thin figure, standing on the baggage ship in front of him, was holding a strange flag in his hand. The strangest thing was that the guy was very proud, with a smile on his face.

Roose Bolton's expression became very strange. He found that he knew the flag. It seemed to be the Gripen flag used by Lynn's army, but the flag was not large, and it was unclear whether it was embroidered on an eagle or a lion.

But this is impossible. I fled north all the way and didn't dare to delay for a moment. This is Lynn's Gripen flag, how could it appear here?

But there is only such a skinny guy on the other side, why are your knights like a formidable enemy?

They are the most loyal and brave knights of the Bolton family.

Could it be?

A hundred thoughts flashed through Ruth Bolton's mind in an instant, and his uneasiness also rose in an instant. He couldn't believe it. Just as he was about to move his body to look around, he heard the skinny monkey on the opposite side grin and say loudly, "My lord, my lord. He told me before the war that if I wanted to learn the skinning skills from the skinners, I would just come and ambush at the mouth of the Bairen River after the war, and I was right."

As soon as Thin Monkey's voice fell, he saw silhouettes flashing from behind the big trees around him.

Dense figures surrounded everyone in the entire ferry. There were no less than a hundred people. They were all holding short crossbows. The arrows were already wound, and their fingers were on the buckle.

"It's impossible! It's **** impossible! How could Lynn have predicted before the war started... How is this possible!?"

Roose Bolton roared, and his subordinate knights were also furious. He picked up the knight's sword and jumped onto the boat to kill the thin monkey in front of him.

Soon, the sound of swish swish sounded, and rows of arrows shot out. The knights of the Bolton family were shot into hedgehogs and fell to the ground without taking a step.

The skinny monkey pouted and jumped gently to the shore.

He came to the corpse lying on the dry grass, kicked Roose Bolton's lying body over, looked at his unwillingness to die, and commanded.

"Chop off his head and take it back."

He had just finished his order when he heard the sound of hooves.

Silly Niu Guftavo rushed to the mouth of the river, glared at Sterling and cursed, "Dead monkey!"

Lynn soaked in the hot water pool with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

This battle is really not difficult.

He had expected from the beginning that the victory would belong to him. The soldiers of the Bolton family were too weak, and there were not many who could fight.

Unless this battle took place under the White Harbor City, relying on the heavy crossbow on the White Harbor city wall to complete the perfect battlefield flanking, Lynn could hardly see any possibility of success for Roose Bolton.

I don't know where his confidence came from, thinking that he could kill himself on the battlefield by uniting with the White Harbor Army.

Lynn used a woolen handkerchief to dry his wet palms, and reached out to take a piece of parchment full of names and families from a low coffee table in the warm water pool.

If the north needs to change, it needs to start with massacres, especially for internal response. The Stark family is constantly going to disintegrate because of betrayal.

The adopted son of the Tully family, Littlefinger betrayed his step-sister Catelyn Stark, resulting in the death of former North Guardian Ned Stark.

The Bolton family betrayed the Stark family and killed Robb Stark, the king of the north, with his own hands.

Theon Greyjoy, as Ned's adopted son, brought the Ironborn pirates to Stark's lair.

From the time when James the Kingslayer betrayed the Mad King and personally killed the last king of the Dragon Clan as the Kingsguard, it seems that the entire continent has begun to become abnormal.

What kind of game of rights is this, construction is a history of blood and tears of betrayal.

These people are shrewd in tactics, but why no one focuses on the fact that winter is coming and the White Walkers are about to make a comeback?

Lynn thought speechlessly.

I don't know what the Three-Eyed Raven's purpose is to rely on Bran's body to rule Westeros in the end. However, a soul inhuman will never really regard people as subjects.

"Three-Eyed Raven, why did you set up such a big game of chess and finally sit on the Iron Throne?"

Lynn muttered to herself.

He recalled everything he knew, and his mind became clear.

The reason why the Three-Eyed Raven led Bran all the way to find him was to have his mind or soul attached to Bran, because the Three-Eyed Raven knew that the Night King was getting stronger and stronger, the Son of the Forest and the Tree Hole. Can't stop the Night King.

The White Walkers were originally created by the children of the forest to deal with the ancestors after the failure of the battle with the ancestors. In other words, the ancestors are half of the ancestors of today's Westeros.

The Three-Eyed Raven and the Children of the Forest are in the same camp, not the protector of human beings. On the contrary, he still has a great hatred for human beings.

If the above inference is true, the mortal enemy of mankind will rule mankind in order to sit on the Iron Throne.

At that time, what kind of tragedy will Westeros be?

Lynn had no way of knowing, but from the moment the Three-Eyed Raven used his power and began to assassinate him, things began to be confusing.

You don't think Lynn will hinder the great cause of preventing the invasion of the White Walkers in Westeros, right?

"I am a serious human being, and he is the Green Prophet of the Children of the Forest. If he really just wants to clear the White Walkers from the threat to this continent, he will not assassinate me.

Because I represent human beings, and he...

He is the son of the forest. When he possessed Bran, he did nothing at all, but through the control of the human heart, through the existing descendants of Stark, using Bran, the current Stark with the right to inherit, to ascend the Iron Throne. "

Lynn whispered.

Bran is the second son of the Stark family.

His father Ned died~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His elder brother Robb also died, and the Three-Eyed Raven broke his leg from the very beginning and controlled part of his soul in a coma.

Could it be that the deaths of Ned and Robb were also part of the chess game?

Lynn was horrified. The depth of this layout was terrifying.

Rubbing his face, Lin En sighed.

"It seems that I am too tired, and my nervous emotions are instantly relieved because of the bath, so I start to think about these messy things randomly."

Lin En shook his head, threw the parchment out of the pool with a wry smile, closed his eyes and held his breath, slowly squatted down, and dived his head into the warm pool.

He wakes up precisely.

However, just as Lynn squatted into the pool, his body suddenly jumped out of the pool.

At the same time, a bizarre humanoid made of water emerged from the warm pool water. The humanoid water monster held a pitch-black dagger in his hand and plunged straight into Lynn's head amid the splashing water.

Lynn rolled over and hurriedly got out of the warm pool, and the dagger followed him out of the pool.

The edge of the dagger was facing upwards, and the sharp edge almost reached Lynn's jaw.

Just as the dagger was about to stab him.

The soles of the humanoid water monster's feet had already left the pool water and jumped out of the pool surface.

In an instant, its humanoid body turned into a puddle of water that was splashed down, and instantly scattered to the ground.

"Wow!"

This water monster, turned into warm water, splashed down in the air and drenched at Lynn's feet.

Lynn lay on the ground with a terrified face, watching this strange scene, his nerves became extremely nervous.

"It's witchcraft!?"