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Gryn sighed secretly, ignorant and barbaric. This is the impression most people have of Crackclaw Point.
The descendants of First Men are good at fighting, mainly because they have been forced to live in a chaotic and harsh living environment for a long time.
After Andals came to Westeros with Seven faith, only the North and Crackclaw Point were left in the land of First Men, who had a harsh living environment.
The North, which is also the descendant of First Men, has a vast territory and is much better than Crackclaw Point.
About 1,000 years ago, House Stark of Winterfell defeated House Bolton of Dreadfort, their biggest rival, causing them to give up their royal title and surrender. House Stark roughly completed the unification of the North and ended the chaos of the North.
On the contrary, the descendants of Crackclaw Point's First Men have never stopped fighting each other internally, except when fighting foreign enemies.
Sometimes a certain hero will bring temporary peace to the chaotic Crackclaw Point, such as House Crabb's legendary hero Clarence Crabb·Crabb.
But when the hero dies, everything returns to its original state of fighting each other.
At Usurper's War, the Crackclaw Point nobles as the losing camp suffered heavy casualties.
After the war, the Vale nobles headed by Lord Jon continued to block and suppress Crackclaw Point for more than ten years, which made Crackclaw Point's fighting even more bloody.
The weak Crackclaw Point also became an opportunity for Gryn to end the chaos in disguise.
The broad-minded Gryn will not be angry because of some words between the Maiden.
After Gryn's Westward Plan succeeds and takes control of the entire Crackclaw Point, the next stage is to go west and go west out of Crackclaw Point.
Many nobles of Crownlands have tried to conquer Crackclaw Point, including House Mooton of Maidenpool.
Maidenpool is in the perfect location, Gryn suddenly felt today that Maidenpool should be the first target when heading west.
Gryn's decision was due to the old enmity between Crackclaw Point and Maidenpool House Mooton. It was definitely not the fault of the little niece of the Mooton family.
Camp outside the hotel, night.
Mutton·Waters was holding a bowl of meat and eating it deliciously.
Anguy, who was leaning under the tree, said a little weakly, "I can't drink, I feel like I can't even cheer up..."
Mutton·Waters smiled innocently.
Anguy looked at Mutton: "Mutton, I don't see anything wrong with you. Don't you also like drinking?"
Anguy said, paused, and then said, "It seems that everyone is quite used to it?"
Mutton swallowed the food in his mouth before replying, "This is decided by the lord. During the combat mission, everyone is prohibited from drinking. Everyone will be like you at first. Just get used to it."
Anguy sat next to Mutton and whispered, "There will be a battle?"
Although his voice was low, it did not hide the excitement in Anguy's tone.
Anguy is eager to fight. He has a dream of being a knight. He wants to accumulate merit. The more merit, the better.
Mutton's big head shook. "I'm not sure about this either."
Anguy's tone became weak again. "Yes, this is Crownlands, and Queen is here, who dares to attack us."
Mutton comforted you naively, "Anguy, drinking too much will still affect the battle. No one knows what will happen when you come out. The enemy will not show mercy to you just because you drank too much."
Anguy nodded slightly. Being a natural archer, he needed to be awake.
"You only feel uncomfortable at the beginning. We are all used to it, and you will get used to it soon. There will be many opportunities to drink in the future. Life is important."
Anguy was comforted by Mutton.
Anguy looked at the naive Mutton: "Mutton, why do I suddenly feel that you know a lot?"
Mutton smiled stupidly.
For the security inside the hotel, Gryn arranged for Red Cloaks of Lannister to be in charge, and Blue Cloaks of Gold Cloaks and Crabb to be responsible for the security outside the hotel.
After completing his inspection, Gryn was sitting by the bonfire outside the camp, looking up at the night sky.
Gryn heard footsteps.
Gryn's eyes moved slightly, and he found that Jaime, who had put on silver armor, was walking in his direction.
Jaime didn't look very good and sat on the other side of Gryn dully.
Gryn nodded slightly and said hello, but he was too lazy to speak because we were not compatible!
After a while, Jaime coughed lightly.
Facing Jaime's familiar opening remarks, Gryn rolled his eyes inwardly.
Jaime's voice was awkward. "Little Baron, let's talk?"
Gryn rolled his eyes again in his heart, something's wrong Little Baron, it's okay little Wildling!
There was a smile on Gryn's face, "Ser Jaime, you don't seem to be in a good mood?"
Gryn said as he gestured towards the attendant nearby.
The waiter brought two empty glasses, put the wine glasses away, and then filled them with wine.
Jaime raised his glass and took a sip of Summer Wine. He was silent for a while and then said, "You seem to know Cersei...Queen...'s preferences very well?"
No one knows better than you, right?
Gryn spread his hands. "Ser Jaime, what do you want to hear?"
There was another moment of silence.
Jaime leaned back slightly, looking at the starry night sky. "I remembered my father's teachings. He told me that when I am confused, I can listen to other people's suggestions, and then think carefully about whether what he said makes sense."
Gryn's Right Hand raised slightly and spread out five fingers towards Jaime.
The consultation fee is 5 Gold Dragon, otherwise no negotiation is required.
Jaime deserves to be from Lannister. His green eyes moved and he understood the meaning of Gryn.
Lannister's Lion will never behave differently just because someone bids against him.
The handsome-looking Jaime showed a shining smile, took off the money bag from his waist, and threw it to Gryn: "Just a lot more."
Gryn catches the money bag easily.
Jaime misunderstood Gryn. There are at least 50 Gold Dragon in this money bag.
This was a beautiful misunderstanding. Gryn, who was going to deal with it and send it away, straightened his waist.
A dense forest in the northeast of Crackclaw Point, Crabb's Lands.
The dagger in the Survey Corps soldier's hand quietly touched the neck of a Wildling tribal sentry from behind.
The sudden appearance of the dagger emitted a cold light, and the Wildling sentry shook his body unconsciously.
The Survey Corps soldier's other hand covered the Wildling sentry's mouth and neatly cut the Wildling sentry's throat.
Late at night, there was silence in the mountains and forests.
Phew!
This is the sound of arrows piercing the air.
Before he could react, Survey Corps soldier was hit by an arrow in the chest. With a bang, he fell straight to the ground, and his eyes gradually lost their light.
Whoosh!
The three Survey Corps soldiers who followed silently immediately fired in the direction of the arrow.
"The enemy is prepared, go immediately and notify Ser Pell!"
"Yes! Death or Glory!"
"Survey Corps, Death or Glory!"
The sequelae of heatstroke are a bit severe and my body feels weak, so I will update it first today.
Sorry, I'll make it up later!
I'll try to get into the state as soon as possible and stabilize the update time and volume. It won't be too long!
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