His wailing echoed on the city wall, full of endless despair and pain. Listening to this voice, the guards lowered their heads one by one.
Roger went completely crazy. He was walking around the city wall incoherently.
He no longer cared whether he would be shot if he exposed his head, but just kept repeating a few sentences:
"I have no son... I have no heir...
"House Legg It's over... Everything is over...
His sadness was quickly replaced by overwhelming hatred.
"Suleiman! You venomous snake crawling out of hell!"
His voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to be polished with blood.
"I want to drink your blood! I want to eat your flesh!"
"I'm going to make your skull into a wine glass!!"
He raised his head and cursed crazily at the dark night sky above his head, his eyes red.
"Seven! Where are you?"
"Why don't you bless me? Why don't you bless my son?"
"Are you all blind?! Are you all dead?!
His curses became weaker and weaker, and finally turned into a low moan, and he collapsed to the ground. He had never felt that Willow Town's night was so long.
The early morning mist is so humid that it envelopes the inner castle of Willow Town.
Sir Brynden. Tully's cloak Blackfish looks particularly heavy in the humidity.
Robin. Leger beside him shouted to the city, "I am Robin. Leger."
"Open the door! Come to mediate on the order of Governor Riverlands!"
The soldiers on the city wall poked their heads out, their eyes full of horror and suspicion. They were so frightened that they couldn't even hold the spears in their hands.
Roger. Leger held on to the wall and staggered out. His hair was disheveled and stubble covered his cheeks. His hair turned snow-white overnight.
He was naked except for a velvet robe, and the velvet robe on his body was stained with unknown stains.
He squinted his eyes, trying to identify the people below the city, and then an extremely hoarse, vague and even strangely smiling voice came from the city wall, "Robin?"
"Why are you here? To visit my grave? My good cousin!"
He Wen turned to Brynden and grinned.
"Blackfish, do you want to see how I die?"
Roger's body shook violently. A soldier on the city wall hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but was pushed away by Roger. The force was so strong that the guard knelt down and retreated.
He roared angrily, "Open the gate and let these fish into the city."
I saw no movement from the soldiers.
Roger. Leger roared, spittle flying. "Are you afraid of death? Being dead is better than living like a dog!"
He pointed at the city gate and shouted to the stunned guards below.
"I said! Open the door! Let them in!"
Seeing that the soldiers were moving so slowly, Roger's voice roared hoarsely, full of undeniable madness.
"I said, open the door!"
The heavy winch began to rotate, making a harsh groan.
The suspension bridge of the inner castle was slowly lowered, and the thick oak door cracked open under the terrified gaze of the defenders.
The air in the bedroom was filled with the smell of stale alcohol and the despair that never dissipated. The windows were closed tightly, and the heavy curtains blocked all light from outside.
Roger. Leger was sunk in a large armchair, his hair was disheveled, stubble covered his cheeks, his hair was snow-white, and he was naked.
Wearing only a velvet robe, so decadent.
Brynden Sir sat down on a stool. The creaking sound of the wood was particularly harsh in the silence.
He spoke, his voice as hoarse and hard as a stone at the bottom of the river. "Roger Master."
"Riverrun hopes you can negotiate with Suleiman to end this war."
He paused and continued.
"Ironborn is infesting our shores, Riverlands needs unity, not internal strife."
"A huge fleet of theirs is gathering at sea. No one knows where they are going. We have lost the news of this fleet."
Robin also spoke, with a hint of sincerity in his voice. "It's not surrender, it's negotiation, my dear cousin."
"Suleiman's negotiation conditions are not strict."
Roger. Leger did not respond. He just stared at the ground tightly, as if there was everything he had lost.
Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and stood up, his eyes burning with crazy flames. "Negotiation?"
"Negotiate with that bastard?"
He stood up suddenly, pointed at Brynden's nose and cursed angrily.
"If I hadn't sent five hundred soldiers to Seaguard! Guard the damn seaside for Hoster! Follow your orders! How could Willow Town be so empty?!"
"How come my castle is defended by so few people?!!"
His voice became louder and louder, filled with accusations like blood and tears.
"How could that poisonous snake swim down the river and take away my castle in three days?"
His chest heaved violently, his face turned red, and he almost shouted the last words.
"How could my son die?!"
With a violent wave of his hand, he knocked over a nearby candlestick.
"I send my soldiers for the peace of Riverlands!!"
"But you are watching the show comfortably in Riverrun!"
"Now, my barbican is occupied! My son is dead!"
"You came here and asked me to negotiate with the murderer of my son?!"
Brynden did not show any dissatisfaction with Roger. Leger's disrespect for his brother. He just said slowly, "Your son died on the battlefield, and he demolished a noble's family castle and desecrated his ancestors."
Roger. Leger laughed strangely, "What a great job! My son! If it were me!! I would do the same!! If I had the chance!! I would kill all his subjects!"
He pointed at Brynden, then at Robin, and finally pointed at the door, as if blaming the whole world.
"It was you House Tully who killed my son!"
"And House Frey! If they hadn't instigated it! How could I have done that! You are all a group of cowards! A group of cowards who only know how to plot behind the scenes!"
"If it weren't for them! These filthy, despicable rats!!"
His chest rose and fell violently, like a beast trapped in a cage.
"As for that Suleiman!"
He gritted his teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"I, Roger. Leger, will never negotiate with him!"
"Only death can end this!"
His eyes flashed with destruction.
"Either he dies! It's me who dies!"
Brynden. Tully listened quietly, the patience on his face worn away bit by bit. He had seen countless stubborn nobles, but none of them were as unreasonable as Roger. He was indeed crazy and did not speak again.
Robin Legg tried to make a last ditch effort. "Calm down, Roger."
"Look what you have left now? Less than a hundred hungry, thirsty and tired soldiers."
"How many people are there in Suleiman's army? One thousand people, and their morale is high."
"Negotiation is your only way out. There is still a chance for everything."
Roger seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He let out a burst of nervous laughter, and the laughter echoed in the messy room.
Seems creepy.
"Let him come and kill me! Let him come with his army! I will wait for him on the walls!"
"I, House Legg, have ruled this land since the time of First Men, with noble blood!"
"I would rather die standing than negotiate with him!"
He suddenly pulled out the long sword from his waist and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the door.
"Get out!"
"You all get out of here!"
"I don't need your pity! I don't need House Tully's charity either!"
"If you don't help me kill Suleiman!"
"You just get out of here!"
The tip of his sword trembled slightly with anger.
"If you don't leave! I'll kill you all!"
Brynden. Tully looked at the sword pointed at him, his eyes turned completely cold, he slowly stood up and tidied his old chainmail.
All expression on his face disappeared, leaving only a cold calmness.
His voice was emotionless. "Okay, Roger. Leger."
"Now that you have chosen your destiny."
Brynden turned and walked towards the door, followed closely by Robin and several Riverrun knights. At the door, Brynden stopped and turned back. "Roger. Leger."
He paused and glanced across the room, which was full of despair, decadence and death.
"Riverrun will remember your loyalty."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door without looking back.
"I will also remember your ending."