It's dawn, and the sun shines on the Winterfell covered with ice spikes, reflecting dazzling colorful light.
Roose·Boton finally saw the ice and snow feast last night. Winterfell had "disappeared" and was replaced by a vast white Ice forest.
The ice trees in the forest all bear red and black fruits, and the fruits have strange shapes and different shapes.
Some fruits have turned white, some are overflowing with red juice, and some are even still squirming...
Ah! So it turns out those are not the fruits of the ice tree, but human beings hanging on ice thorns?
Seeing such miracles, even Roose Bolton, who had experienced hundreds of battles, couldn't help but tremble in his heart. He suddenly felt that something was wrong, and turned back to look at his military camp.
In the camp, countless Bolton soldiers knelt down and kowtowed, muttering and begging: Old Gods's forgiveness, forgive my sins.
Roose Bolton is a person who believes in God but does not worship God, otherwise he would not have violated his sacred oath and killed Robb·Stark
No, we can't go on like this.
Now the military's morale is low and morale is low. Everyone is frightened by Ice Wizard's Magic.
If Roose Bolton doesn't take action again, there will be no need to fight this battle, just surrender.
He immediately summoned all House Bolton generals to the military tent to discuss matters.
Military camp, inside the main tent.
Roose Bolton looked at the frightened generals and said earnestly, "Don't be afraid. I admit that Stark's Ice Magic is very powerful, but he is not a god, he is just a Wizard, do you understand?"
A general who believed deeply in "divine punishment" suddenly stood up in a gaffe. Forgetting his dignity for a moment, he screamed back, "Your Majesty, the Duke, he can perform such miracles, what is the difference between him and the gods?"
Roose Bolton held back his anger and raised his hand to signal him to sit down, "Wizard is a human being, not a god. And a human being will die if his head is chopped off."
Another general expressed his concerns, "But, his Ice Magic is really terrible. If he uses Magic like this again, we will all die here."
Roose Bolton saw it very clearly, "If he can really use the power of gods unscrupulously, then why is he still hiding in Winterfell? Why not just come over and kill us all?"
The generals looked at each other and did not dare to answer. They were afraid of Gary, and they were also afraid of Roose Bolton.
Roose Bolton looked calm and said calmly, "He is not a god, we can kill him!"
He examined the reaction of each general and said, "Convey these words of mine to all the soldiers. I want you to regain your morale within three days and follow me to attack the city."
"Yes!"
At the end of the meeting, House Bolton's generals left the main military tent one after another.
Roose Bolton is good at spying on people's hearts. He knows that the generals are still afraid in their hearts Ice Wizard.
To allow them, who are already afraid of Ice Wizard, to regain their morale within three days? It is undoubtedly a fantasy.
He was thinking hard about countermeasures in the military tent, pacing back and forth.
"Should we withdraw our troops? No, we cannot withdraw."
If he withdraws his troops now, he will lose the war. This will make the originally unknown Luke·Stark famous and attract the North princes to be loyal to him.
By then, Warden of the North, who was appointed by Iron Throne, will become a joke, and House Bolton will also usher in the liquidation of House Stark.
Therefore, this war is related to the survival of House Bolton, Roose Bolton cannot afford to lose anything!
He summoned all the investigation teams under his command, eight in total, each with about five to ten people.
"Your Majesty the Duke."
The military tent could not accommodate more than fifty scouts, so only eight captains entered the tent to obey orders.
Roose Bolton sat in the shadows and spoke slowly, "I need you to complete a crucial task, sneak into Winterfell and bring back the head of Luke·Stark."
The captains were in an uproar, and they instinctively refused, "Your Majesty Duke, Winterfell has become like this, we can't get in at all. Besides, Ice Wizard is so powerful, we are no match for him..."
Roose Bolton slowly lowered his eyelids, feeling quite complicated.
These scout captains are a microcosm, and their thoughts are the thoughts of all Bolton soldiers.
I'm afraid, I'm afraid.
Roose Bolton felt powerless for the first time in his decades. The intrigues, tactics, and military strategies he was good at were so feeble and vulnerable in the face of absolute power.
But for the sake of the family, he must persevere and gamble again!
"I will grant Earl and Winterfell to the person who gets his head back for me."
The scout captains fell silent for an instant, the fear on their faces wiped away, they nodded ecstatically and couldn't wait to leave the military tent.
Roose Bolton sat in silence for a while, then walked out of the military tent alone. He looked at the Ice forest in the distance, exhaled a breath, and whispered to himself, "Will the gods... always care for Stark?"
A few hours later.
Eight investigation teams were divided into two groups and entered Winterfell from four different directions.
They spent all their savings and bought dozens of plate armors from the noble cavalry of House Bolton.
Now each scout wore a piece of plate armor to protect his whole body and walked into the Ice forest like a mountain of knives.
Their journey went smoothly at the beginning, and people could pass among the ice spikes outside the city, so it wasn't too crowded.
But when they came to the gate of Winterfell, the situation was completely different.
The ice spikes in the city are very dense, and the distance between two ice spikes will not exceed 20 centimeters.
Moreover, these ice spikes were extremely hard. It took the scout team a long time to break one of the ice spikes.
All four groups of reconnaissance teams encountered this problem. They thought about it again and again, and finally decided to take off the plate armor they finally bought and enter the city lightly.
As scouts, most of them are relatively thin and agile.
If the scouts move sideways, they can enter the ice thorn forest in the city. However, the edges of the ice thorns are extremely sharp. If their movements deviate, they will be scratched by the ice thorns.
Winterfell, Main Castle ago.
It was getting dark before the first batch of scouts arrived here reluctantly.
Their clothes were in rags, their bodies were covered with blood, and they were in extremely miserable condition.
There were originally a team of more than a dozen people, but now only nine people were left alive, and the rest died on the road.
Who would have thought that a motionless ice spike could cut their aorta and scratch their neck.
They stared warily at the open space not far away, where a bonfire was burning and a man wearing plate armor lay on the ground.
Beside the man, a girl also wearing plate armor was kneeling on the ground, clasping her hands together and muttering something in her mouth.
Is she praying?
The girl was not wearing a helmet, and her beautiful appearance was clearly seen by the scouts. They stared at the girl unscrupulously, their eyes full of greedy coveting.
After a while, the second group of scouts also arrived. This time two groups of people came directly, and they also suffered casualties.
"Where are the others?"
"I don't know. He might have gotten lost or died on the road."
Of the more than fifty scouts before departure, less than thirty successfully arrived here.
"No matter, first come first served. The one lying on the ground is Luke·Stark. Let's go kill him and then talk about distribution."
They held weapons and approached slowly.
These people said they wanted to kill Gary for merit, but they kept staring at the girl who was praying.
Daenerys After finishing her prayer, she tied her long platinum hair into a simple single ponytail, then put on her helmet and stood up slowly.
"Ignorant sinners, welcome Supreme God's judgment on you."
She pulled out the Dark Sister from her waist, and the red Flame burned on the blade.