Belated Fireworks

After Sam and his three companions were released by Ramsay, they each found a suitable short blade in the interrogation room.

"Lord Ramsay, we will obey your every command regarding our actions."

Sam, completely unfamiliar with the layout of Dreadfort, said to Ramsay with a sincere tone.

"I'll show you the way to the stables shortly. As for what to do afterward, I don't need to tell you, do I?"

"We understand. We hope Lord Ramsay can give us a little more time to evade."

"Don't worry, Lord Robb specifically instructed me to ensure your safety as much as possible!"

"Then we'll rely on you!"

After a brief exchange, Ramsay and Sam's group of five confirmed no one was outside, opened the door, and walked out.

Led by Ramsay, they avoided patrolling guards and made it through without incident.

The interrogation room was located beneath a troop barracks within the city, not too far from the stables.

A few minutes later, Ramsay pointed out the path to the stables from a window, then whistled and leisurely headed towards the city walls above.

Sam and his three companions cautiously approached the stables, discovering two Bolton soldiers guarding the entrance and conversing quietly.

On the city wall opposite the stables, an archer stood by a burning brazier, maintaining a vigilant watch.

Sam's group observed further and noticed the stables had two entrances, both guarded. The other entrance was closer to the main gate, where there were even more archer sentries on the wall.

Just as Sam was pondering how to sneak in, a Wolf Guard patted his shoulder and gestured towards the wall.

Following his gaze, Sam looked up. There, by the archer's post on the wall, Ramsay was smiling and waving at them.

With the problem on the wall resolved, Sam pointed to the two guards at the stable entrance for the two Wolf Guards. The Wolf Guards nodded and silently crept towards them.

Sam, with his sharp and agile mind, was self-aware enough to know his own combat skills were lacking; such tasks were best left to professionals.

As expected, the guards at the stable entrance had no time to react before their throats were slit from behind by the two Wolf Guards.

They dragged the now-still guards into a corner of the stables. Moments later, the two Wolf Guards emerged, wearing the guards' uniforms, and stood watch at the stable entrance.

Sam exchanged a look with the other Wolf Guard, and they quickly ran into the stables.

Upon entering the stables, they were hit with a pungent odor. After all, hundreds of warhorses eating, drinking, and relieving themselves inside would certainly create a strong smell.

Sam and the other Wolf Guard frowned, covering their noses, and began searching for their target. After a few minutes, they found the three conspicuous transport carts.

The two immediately stepped forward and began searching the wine barrels on each of the three carts. Sam's right hand was gently exploring the lower half of a wine barrel when his fingertips suddenly touched a raised triangular marking.

"Found it, it's on my cart. Keep a good watch, I'm going to notify Ramsay."

Sam said softly to the Wolf Guard, then immediately turned and walked towards the stable entrance.

He reached the stable entrance in a few steps, gently knocked, and after the two guards at the door confirmed no one was around, he walked straight out.

On the opposite city wall, Ramsay was making minor modifications to an arrow in his hand while keeping an eye on the activity at the stable entrance.

Seeing Sam emerge and give him a nod indicating everything was proceeding smoothly, Ramsay smiled and pointed towards the castle gate.

A few minutes later, a Wolf Guard drove a transport cart, with Sam and the other two Wolf Guards, dressed in guard uniforms, following closely behind, heading towards the castle gate.

As the transport cart advanced, the archers on the city wall on alert noticed the cart. However, questioning and searching were the duties of the guards below the wall, so they merely continued to observe.

At the castle gate, the guards who had been leaning lazily to the side clearly saw the cart as well. They straightened up, awaiting the arrival and questioning of the cart.

Sam, having deliberately chosen his position, pretended to support the cart. With his left hand, he gently pried open the triangular marking on the wine barrel, and immediately, a pungent, emerald liquid began to flow out.

After prying open the wine barrel's marking, Sam turned his head to look back at the left city wall.

Ramsay on the wall clearly saw his small action and nodded with a smile.

"Ramsay, I've been looking for you. Come down, I have something to tell you!"

Just then, from the stables behind them, Roose arrived with the cavalryman. He looked up and saw Ramsay on the wall.

Roose, with his deep cunning, didn't immediately call for guards to apprehend him. Instead, maintaining a normal tone, he loudly called out to him.

Ramsay glanced at the familiar cavalryman beside Roose. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he laughed loudly, "Father, Lord Robb sends you his most sincere regards!"

As soon as Ramsay finished speaking, he raised a specially made arrow, which he had already lit in the brazier, drew his bow, and shot.

Whoosh...

While the gate guards were distracted by Roose's shouting from behind, Sam and the others did not stop the cart but slowly continued forward.

Sam, who had been looking back at Ramsay all along, drew the short blade from his sleeve the moment he saw him draw his bow. He plunged it fiercely into the thick hindquarters of the horse pulling the cart, shouting, "Run!"

Neigh!

The horse, in pain, let out a loud neigh and charged towards the city gate ahead.

The tightly bound wine barrels did not fall, but the barrel of green liquid flowed more vigorously as the horse ran.

Simultaneously, the three Wolf Guards, including the driver, heard Sam's shout and immediately dodged to the sides, scrambling towards areas with thick cover.

Roose, Ramsay, the cavalryman, the archers on the wall, and the guards at the castle gate all simultaneously stared intently into the sky at the rocket arcing through the air.

Hoo!

This burning arrow accurately struck the green liquid on the ground.

Suddenly, a verdant green flame ignited, slithering forward like a venomous snake, pursuing the transport carriage that was nearing the castle gate at extreme speed.

BOOM!

When the green serpent followed the trail on the ground to catch up with the transport carriage and entered the wine barrels still flowing with green liquid, a violent explosion occurred.

A mushroom cloud of verdant green, centered on the carriage that was instantly pulverized, rapidly spread outwards.

The first to bear the brunt, the gate guards, their flesh and even most of their bones, directly dissolved in the extreme heat.

This flame was like a persistent ulcer, igniting whatever it touched and incredibly difficult to extinguish.

On the right city wall, an archer who was relatively close was unfortunately struck in the face by a wisp of green spark.

But no matter how he screamed and slapped at it, the spark tenaciously burned his flesh until a hole was scorched into his face, only then did it gradually extinguish.

The gate of Dreadfort was made of extremely thick oak, wrapped in an iron exterior and studded with countless massive rivets.

Yet this gate, which had once repelled countless enemies, was first blown to smithereens by the violent barrel explosion, and then fiercely burned by the verdant green flame until it was completely consumed.

Outside Dreadfort, in the pitch-black night.

Robb and all the cavalry waited silently in the darkness. Suddenly, an explosion came from Dreadfort in the distance, accompanied by the rising of a verdant green mushroom flame.

Looking at the beautiful yet deadly green fireworks in the distance, Robb murmured, "This should have ignited in Winterfell long ago. Seeing it now, it's like a belated fireworks display!"

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