Chapitre 434: Chapter 434: The End of the War
However, Eddard remained silent, panting heavily. He then pulled Ice from the ground and swung it at Viserys.
But the silver-haired youth in front of him slightly sidestepped, easily dodging the attack.
He then grabbed the wrist of the Duke of Winterfell with one hand, and with the other, he landed a punch on Eddard Stark's face.
Thud—
The punch landed solidly, causing stars to appear in Eddard's vision. His nose seemed to be broken, blood gushing out instantly. The ancestral Valyrian steel sword in his hand clattered to the ground.
Eddard Stark was knocked down by Viserys's punch, lying face-up on the ground. His cheek was covered in blood, and he was panting heavily, unable to get up.
The battlefield was filled with smoke, and shouts of killing were everywhere.
Viserys stood in front of Eddard Stark, pausing for a moment to wipe the blood off his fist.
The air on the battlefield was filled with the heavy scent of blood and the smell of burning. It was a disgusting smell, but he had long since gotten used to it.
As for Eddard Stark, based on his impressions from his past life, Viserys admired him more than he despised him.
Just, selfless, and honorable.
He was even somewhat annoyed at the man's stubbornness and naivety, which ultimately ruined a good situation and cost him his life.
If he could put aside his current identity, he would actually prefer to be friends with Eddard, to see Robb, Sansa, Arya, and the other little wolves...
However, it's a pity that given Viserys's current identity, Eddard was destined to be his enemy, and there was little room for reconciliation between them.
Even though Viserys didn't really care about his father, the 'Mad King', and his brother Rhaegar Targaryen, apart from Daenerys and Rhaenys, the only one he recognized was his mother, Queen Rhaella.
But under the watchful eyes of all, he had to avenge his father and brother, punish his enemies, even if it was just a pretense.
"Khal."
"Khal."
Two Dothraki men walked over from behind, their eyes filled with admiration.
Just now, this 'lamb' had killed several of their best men in their khalasar, but he was knocked down by a single punch from the Khal.
"Hmm."
"Qora."
Viserys slightly turned his head to look at the two men next to him, then spoke in Dothraki, ordering them to tie up Eddard.
The two Dothraki men nodded at the Khal's command, walked up to Eddard, who was lying on the ground with blood all over his face, pulled him up, and tied his hands with hemp rope.
"Move!"
Eddard was pushed by the Dothraki men to the rear.
The weapon he had dropped, Ice, was not left on the battlefield, but was picked up as an important trophy and also taken to the rear.
The material of this greatsword was abundant, and if it was remelted, it could be forged into two Valyrian steel swords.
Fortunately, Valyrian steel was hard, never chipped, extremely sharp, and very lightweight. Otherwise, wielding such a large sword in battle would easily exhaust the user.
The war was over.
The Targaryen army attacked the main force of the alliance, which was made up of fifty thousand soldiers, with just over twenty thousand Dothraki horsemen. A total of over seventy thousand troops were involved in the fierce battle on the banks of the Red Fork outside Riverrun.
The dragon's breath burned the wild grass on the riverbank, causing a rare prairie fire. The thick smoke billowed into the sky, and the fire continued to burn for three days without completely extinguishing.
As the highest-ranking commander of the alliance, Stannis and Eddard Stark were captured alive, along with a host of minor nobles who were either killed or injured.
But the Targaryen army could not find any trace of Tywin Lannister, the acting commander of the alliance.
As the sun set and the sky darkened.
"My lord, we are almost at Ashemark."
A soldier of House Lannister, wearing black armor with gold trim and a bright red cloak, stood at the bow of the ship looking forward. He then turned around and spoke to Tywin Lannister, who was sitting behind him.
Ashemark is a castle in the Westerlands, located in a range of hills where the Tumblestone River originates.
The castle is held by House Marbrand, a vassal of House Lannister. Their family sigil is a burning tree, and the current lord is Damon Marbrand, the Count.
Tywin Lannister's mother, Joanna Marbrand, is the aunt of Damon Marbrand, making Damon Tywin's cousin.
Originally, this old lion, as the commander of the entire army, had learned of the situation on the battlefield earlier. Knowing that the situation was irreversible, he had left the battlefield by boat under the protection of his family's guards and fled directly to Ashemark.
Tywin Lannister sat on the boat, his face and body still smeared with blood. His cloak was torn, making him look somewhat disheveled, but his back was still straight. His pale green eyes were flecked with gold, and his face was deeply tired.
"Let's stop here."
As the commander of the entire army, Tywin abandoned his soldiers and fled. He had been silent all the way on the boat. Only now did he raise his head to look at the darkening sky and the disappearing sunset, his voice hoarse.
"Yes, my lord."
Several soldiers of House Lannister quickly responded, and then the small boats docked on the bank of the Tumblestone River.
The people on the boat jumped down onto the riverbank, which was full of broken stones. The area was desolate and sparsely populated.
The Tumblestone River was flanked by deep forests, and landslides often occurred, so people gradually moved away from this area.
"Let the boats go, let them drift with the water."
Tywin, with his deep and meticulous mind, stood on the bank of the Tumblestone River, looked around, and then spoke again in a hoarse voice.
The soldiers thus let go of the ropes, allowing the small boats to drift on the river, confusing any potential pursuers.
Then Tywin and his party disappeared into the mountains of the Westerlands, leaving no trace.
Not long after Tywin and his party disappeared into the deep forest, a group of horsemen came chasing along the Tumblestone River, but they only saw a few small boats floating on the river.
Then, under the loud command of Kasco, the Dothraki abandoned their horses and began to search the mountains, but they found nothing.
The mountains of the Westerlands were undulating and densely forested. Once someone hid in them, even a dragon could not find their traces.
Moreover, it was now sunset, and the sky was gradually darkening. With no other choice, the Dothraki had
to return to their camp.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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