In Luanhe City, Main Castle Hall.
The ninety-year-old Walder·Frey was sitting on a high seat, enjoying his dinner.
Also sitting in the hall were his twenty-some sons, seven daughters and a young lady.
He married his eighth wife a few years ago, a girl in her early twenties.
It is true that one gets stronger with age and one's heart remains unchanged.
Today is the third day after Red Wedding. Walder·Frey has publicly pledged allegiance to House Lannister and succumbed to Iron Throne.
In return, he can get Riverrun of House Tully, as well as the title of duke and fief.
"Bang!"
The wooden door of the hall was pushed open by several panic-looking soldiers. They ran to Walder·Frey and shouted, "Lord Marquis! It's not good! Those dead... dead the North soldiers are all alive!"
Walder·Frey put down the wine glass in his hand and cursed angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about! How can the dead be resurrected?"
However, there were vague shouts and the sound of weapons clashing outside the castle, as if someone had really entered Luanhe City.
Walder·Frey is old, and his hearing is not as good as the young people present. They all heard what was going on outside, but he couldn't.
But Walder·Frey is not a fool. He is as shrewd as a fox and has already observed the subtle reactions of everyone. It seems that someone is indeed attacking the city.
"They must be the remnants loyal to Stark. Kill them all!"
One of the soldiers who came to report the news was frightened, "Lord Marquis, I saw with my own eyes the corpses of those the North soldiers standing up again. They seemed to have immortal bodies, and..."
"Whoops!"
A blood-red ice arrow flew in from outside and hit the speaking soldier in the back of the head. The arrowhead came out of his mouth.
The blood he spurted splashed all over Walder·Frey's face, adding a bit of blood to Walder·Frey's pale face.
Later, several other soldiers who reported the news were shot in the throat at the same time and fell to the ground with him.
Gary and Daenerys walked at the front, followed closely by Wights, all of which were the mutilated corpses of the North soldiers.
Tonight, for the first time, he used Magic, which "transforms corpses into Wights", to "resurrection" thousands of the North soldiers to take revenge, massacre Luanhe City, and destroy the Frey clan.
At this moment, most of the Wights soldiers were chasing House Frey soldiers in the city. There were less than a hundred Wights soldiers who followed Gary to the Main Castle hall.
"White hair and strange eyes, you are Bing Wizard, Luke·Stark! Are you not dead?"
Although Walder·Frey has never seen Gary in person, he has heard of Gary's characteristics, so he recognized it at a glance.
Gary split open the wooden table in front of Walder·Frey with one knife, then held Walder·Frey in his hand and threw it into the middle of the hall.
He asked in a hoarse voice, "His body... Where is Robb·Stark's body?"
Walder·Frey is old and has difficulty moving. Now after Gary suffered such a fall, he is completely unable to stand up.
"Slow! Wait! You have the wrong person! It was not me who killed His Majesty Robb, but the current Warden of the North Roose Bolton! It was him who killed His Majesty Robb himself, and I was coerced by Lannister!"
His words were half true and false, trying to confuse Gary and making a desperate struggle.
Gary gritted his teeth. "Don't worry, none of you can escape! I'll ask you again, where is Robb's body!"
Walder·Frey crawled on the floor in embarrassment, "Robb His Majesty's body... was taken away by Roose Bolton. I don't know what he did with Robb's Majesty's body."
Gary sheathed Falling Plum, pulled out Bright-Roar from behind, and cut off one of Walder·Frey's arms with a sword.
"Ah!"
Walder·Frey screamed, holding the bloody broken arm, rolling on the ground in pain.
Gary sneered, "Since you like Lannister so much, then I will use their family heirloom sword to reward you. I will give you one last chance. Where is the body of Robb?!"
Walder·Frey dared not tell the truth. He knew that once he told the truth, he would definitely die.
"Everything I said is true, the body was really... ah!!!"
Gary swung his sword decisively and chopped off one of Walder·Frey's feet.
The Wightss in the hall were motionless. Without instructions from Gary, they would not make any next move.
Wights is different from White Walkers. They have no independent thinking and are real walking zombies, all controlled by White Walkers.
The dozen adult sons of Walder·Frey have been hacked to death by Wights. The remaining few little boys and seven little girls are all defenseless little brats, so they were kept by Gary.
The House Frey children hiding in the corner of the hall were too scared to make any noise, huddled together and shivered.
Gary turned around and came to these children, "Tell me what you know, and maybe I can spare your lives."
A bold girl asked, "If I tell you where the body of His Majesty Robb is, will you let us all go?"
Gary raised the Bright-Roar in his hand and pointed the tip of his sword at her, "If the information you provided is true, I will let you brats go. But if you dare to tell nonsense, I will kill you and Walder·Frey!"
The girl's voice trembled, "Father cut off His Majesty Robb's head, then sewed Direwolf's head on the body, and then paraded the body around the streets, humiliating..."
Gary nailed Bright-Roar to the ground, and several large pieces of the floor were shattered.
The children were so frightened that they trembled, and the girl timidly stopped talking.
"Keep talking!"
The girl swallowed, "Later, my father chopped up the body of His Majesty Robb, as well as the Direwolf, and sent them to the kennel next to the stable."
Gary grabbed the girl by the collar and said angrily, "Where is the body! How dare you... I will chop up all of you House Frey and feed them to the dogs!"
The girl cried bitterly, "You said you would let us go!"
Gary let go of his hand and suppressed the killing intent, "Take them and get out! Leave this castle, forget the name Frey, and don't let me see you again!"
The girl led a dozen kids from House Frey and left the castle without looking back.
Gary returned to Walder·Frey. At this time, Walder·Frey had lost too much blood and fell into a state of confusion.
"You can't kill me. I am the Duke of Riverrun. I... I can help you take back Winterfell."
Walder·Frey's voice is getting smaller and smaller, and his breath is getting weaker and weaker.
Gary popped up a ray of red energy and flew into Walder·Frey's body. "Tonight is still very long, you can't die now."
This vitality healed Walder·Frey's wounds instantly, and he himself regained his energy.
Walder·Frey's body recovered, but he was terrified in his heart, "How... what are you going to do?"
Gary walked a few steps and sat on the high seat. Daenerys also stood beside him.
"Don't be afraid, your punishment has just begun. As long as I'm here, you won't die before dawn."
In the hall, nearly a hundred Wights soldiers threw away their weapons. They staggered towards Walder·Frey, stretched out their sharp claws, opened their mouths, and gnawed on the body of an old nobleman one after another.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"