Broken arrows were stuck in the ground, and discarded battle axes, swords and shields were scattered everywhere.
The battle ended so quickly that there was almost no progress. Two hundred cavalry faced fifty Ironborn infantry. The moment of charge decided everything.
At this moment, the horse hooves of the knights moving back and forth caused the blood in the mud to fly up. Ironborn, who fell to the ground half-dead, screamed in pain. The knights walked over, dragged them, and piled them up to wait for the flames.
Although it is a bit strange, Master Suleiman told them that this can quickly eliminate traces. Master Suleiman's words have never been wrong and cannot be wrong.
Maron. Greyjoy was kneeling on the cold bloody cement floor, his hands were roughly cut behind his back, and a rough rope strung him together with the remaining five or six survivors, like a string of fish waiting to be slaughtered.
His brain was buzzing. This was really a ghost. Not long ago, the Ironborns lying on the ground were echoing his heroic words and talking about the women and wine they were about to get. Now, they have all turned into cold corpses.
And he was still alive, maybe just because the order of death hadn't been his turn yet. Fear made him lower his head, feeling cold all over and his teeth chattering uncontrollably.
The sound of horses' hooves tapping from far to near, the steady and regular tapping, was getting closer and closer to him. The sound seemed to hit Maron. Greyjoy's heart directly, making him almost suffocated at the moment.
The sound of horse hooves had slowly come to him. Maron. Greyjoy forced himself to raise his head, but his eyes widened in an instant. A young man who was a little too young, almost the same age as himself, was riding on a black war horse. He had a chiseled face and deep eyes that showed no emotion. He was wearing a simple black noble robe with some blood stains on it.
He tried his best to recall who this person was, Riverlands, when did Riverlands have such a young number one figure,...
Suleiman reined in his horse and looked down at Ironborn who was kneeling on the ground.
His eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one, and finally he spoke calmly:
"Who is Greyjoy?"
His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. His tone was calm, but full of chill. This question was like a huge stone thrown into the stagnant water, and the bodies of the prisoners visibly stiffened.
Maron. Greyjoy's heart instantly rose to his throat. He didn't dare to look up and almost stopped breathing. How could he know, how could he know?! They were not random targets! They were just coming for him!
This knowledge caused the coldness of fear to flood his body. Why did this strange Riverlands knight know that there was Greyjoy in the team?!
No one answered. Although the surviving Ironborn were scared, the stubbornness in their bones made them choose silence. They all lowered their heads to avoid looking at the young knight. Only Harlon slowly raised his head and looked directly at the young man on the horse with a look that was mixed with provocation and unruliness.
Suleiman was not surprised by this silence. He didn't even move his eyebrows, but tilted his head slightly towards an attendant rider next to him.
The retinue rider immediately understood, strode forward, and grabbed the first person from the end of the prisoner queue, which was a young Ironborn who was not yet twenty years old. His face turned pale with fear, and he began to struggle in vain, but the retinue rider did not give him any chance to beg for mercy. In an instant, he pulled out the short blade from his waist and slashed cleanly across the throat of young Ironborn.
The young man Ironborn let out a short gurgling sound and fell to the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain, and his body kept twitching.
Suleiman spoke again, his voice still terrifyingly flat:
"Who is Greyjoy?"
Warm blood splashed on Maron. Greyjoy's face, and the strong smell of blood rushed into his nose, making his stomach churn, and cracks began to appear in his inner defense. If he didn't admit his identity, he would kill us all, one after another, until I spoke out, or until I died.
No! I can't die! I haven't proven myself to Roderick yet! I haven't made my father look at me differently yet! I can't die here like a wild dog! I want to live to be the next king of Iron Islands!
His pitiful pride seemed so vulnerable in the face of pure fear of death.
Seeing that there was still no answer, the retinue rider walked towards the second prisoner, this one Ironborn was a little older. He raised his head suddenly, spat out a mouthful of blood at the retinue rider, and cursed in a low voice:
"Kill me! Land boy!"
The short blade passed through again, blood surged like a fountain, and another corpse fell.
Maron's body was shaking like fallen leaves in the wind. He could feel the first officer sent by his father to assist him. Harlon's eyes were piercing his back like knives, but he couldn't care anymore. The next one! He's next!!!
When the retinue rider wiped the saliva from his face and walked towards Maron. Greyjoy in the third position, Maron could no longer bear this silent torture. He suddenly raised his head and roared in a hoarse, distorted voice:
"Stop! Don't kill! I am! I am the second son of the king of Maron. Greyjoy! Iron Islands!"
His roar was shrill and panicked. It was definitely not a war cry, but full of begging. Everyone's eyes, including those of the cavalry and the captives, were focused on him. In order to survive, Maron began to throw out his chips incoherently, treating his proud surname as a commodity that could be traded.
"I am Greyjoy! Don't kill me! My father is the king of King Balon! Iron Islands!!!"
He struggled to crawl forward, but was held by the rope tied to other Ironborn, making it difficult for him to move forward.
"I can redeem you!! Countless!!!"
"My father will give you anything you want!! Land!! Status!! My lord!! I can get it all from my father for you!! I am valuable!!!"
At this time, Tytos. Blackwood came to Suleiman. He looked at the ugly Maron with a horrified look on his face. Then he turned to Suleiman, stared at him, and almost gritted his teeth and said:
"Suleiman... Your "information" is so accurate."
All this is too weird and unreasonable. Suleiman is in West Riverlands, almost looking for whoever, just like when he returns to his own home, he says he will catch Greyjoy, but he really catches Greyjoy.
But, no matter how he did it, this is definitely a good thing. This is the son of Balon. Greyjoy. Tytos. Blackwood turned his head and looked at Maron, as if he was evaluating a piece of goods.
"This is a valuable prisoner. Suleiman, Balon. Greyjoy will definitely be willing to pay a huge price for his son."
"This boy will be a huge bargaining chip on the negotiating table."
Suleiman didn't reply, as if he was thinking about something. Just when Maron thought he was saved, a roar exploded in his ears. It was Harlon. He used all his strength and struggled to turn to Maron.
His eyes were bloodshot with anger, and the scars on his face were distorted, looking particularly horrifying:
"Shut up! You shameless coward!"
"You have tarnished the name Greyjoy! Used it to beg for life?"
He spat bloody spit at Maron, and the spit accurately landed on Maron's face.
"King Balon doesn't have a son like you! The blood of sea monsters is not flowing in your veins!"
"The real Ironborn! Will greet the call of Drowned God with his head held high! Instead of wagging his tail like a dog and begging for mercy!"
After scolding Maron, Harlon used his last bit of strength and turned to look at Suleiman.
"Riverlands! I am Harlon! Kill me! Give me a good time!"
Suleiman finally moved his eyes away from Maron and turned to this Ironborn named Harlon. He had no mercy to give to the hard-liner Suleiman. He waved his hand:
"Snapped him."
As soon as the order came out, even the surrounding knights who were cleaning the battlefield stopped. Tytos. Blackwood's expression changed. "Suleiman! He is a warrior! Warriors should not be tortured!"
Sir Old Lopin stepped forward and said, "Sir Tytos, this Ironborn killed two of our Sirs."
Hearing Old Lopin's words, Tytos's voice rose a bit. "Warrior It is an honor to die in battle!"
"Everyone who takes up arms should be prepared like this! We cannot use torture to treat an enemy who dares to seek death!"
The surrounding knights looked at each other and looked at Suleiman. They respected Lord Tytos. Blackwood, but now they are more willing to follow Suleiman. This young man led them from one victory to another, galloping in West Riverlands, unstoppable.
Now, they even captured a Little Kraken alive. The knights privately called him "Whip of the Seven", and now they obey his orders with a kind of fanaticism.
Without any hesitation, the two knights from House Mallister walked towards Harlon, ready to execute the order. They only had a blood feud with Ironborn. There was nothing to say about such die-hards. The more tragic the ending, the more suitable for them. Harlon laughed loudly, and the laughter was full of ridicule of Maron and fearlessness of fate.
"Burn me to death?! Come on!! Let Drowned God see how his people return to the sea!"
Just when the knight was about to catch Harlon, Tytos. Blackwood suddenly turned over and dismounted.
He strode up to Harlon, and before anyone could react, he drew out the long sword from his waist and muttered in a low voice, "May the gods grant you relief."
The sword edge swept across, Harlon's laughter stopped suddenly, his head flew out, and his body fell straight down. Tytos Blackwood put the sword into its sheath, turned around, and looked at Suleiman with deep resentment without saying a word, and the air seemed to solidify.
There is no emotion or anger on Suleiman's face. Using a worthless Ironborn, we can completely understand the character of Tytos. Blackwood. This is an old nobleman with full honor points, just like Eddard. Stark. He even has the same beliefs. Such a person is an excellent partner and will not betray his agreement.