"Unbelievable."
Brynden Tully looked at the two smiling old Freys not far away, his tone full of undisguised contempt. "One day I will actually surrender to this kind of enemy."
"I swear to the Seven Gods, these two idiots will never be able to attack Riverrun even if they are given 50,000 men!"
"To be honest, I have fought countless wars in my life, and I have never been as aggrieved as I am now."
As he spoke, he glanced angrily at his nephew beside him, his tone full of hatred that iron could not be transformed into steel.
Edmure, who was eating normally, was scolded again for no reason, so he had to shrink his neck.
"Temporary complacency is just for greater victory."
Hearing this, the red-haired Maiden sitting next to him was holding a wine glass, with a hint of self-deprecation on the corner of his mouth.
Brynden looked at her thoughtfully.
This Maiden reminded him of his niece Catelyn when she was young, with the same red hair and blue eyes, and the same stubbornness.
But Catelyn is always passionate, but Sansa is like a piece of ice.
"So...
Brynden tilted his head and pointed with his chin at Earl of Horn Hill, who remained expressionless at the other end of the long table. "How did you convince Randyll Tarly to cooperate with us?"
"That guy is famous for accepting death. He doesn't even give up Mace Tyrell's face."
"I didn't say anything to him."
Sansa wrote lightly, "He is just a representative of the Iron Throne. The peaceful recovery of Riverrun indicates that the rebellion in the Riverlands will soon subside, which is in the interest of most people."
"As for what happened within the Frey family, that is their family's own business and has nothing to do with the Iron Throne."
Hearing this, Brynden raised his eyebrows slightly.
He has been fighting for half his life and has met countless smart people, but this grandniece's smartness still exceeded his expectations.
Although he is only a teenager, he is incredibly experienced.
"So he didn't know what you were going to do from beginning to end," Brynden said.
Sansa smiled slightly, "He doesn't need to know, it doesn't matter if he knows. After all, Randyll Tarly doesn't care about the life and death of the Frey family."
Brynden was silent for a moment, then picked up the wine glass and took a long sip.
"You are different from your father."
He put down the cup and looked at Sansa: "Lord Eddard Stark always does things upright."
"If he wants to kill someone, he will definitely write a letter of challenge to the other party first, and then lead his soldiers and horses to attack through the front gate."
"So my father died at the hands of a bunch of unruly people."
Sansa's voice was very soft, and there was almost no hint of hatred in it, but it made people shudder even more.
Hearing this, Brynden was silent for a moment.
The candlelight danced on his old face, making those knife-like wrinkles appear deeper.
Not only Stark, he has also lost too many relatives these days, brothers, nieces... everyone died in this damn troubled world.
In that cursed wedding, he discovered the clues in advance but it was too late to alert anyone, so he had to run away.
Later, he guarded an isolated city and watched the enemy humiliate his nephew day after day, but could do nothing.
But it's different now.
His eyes fell back on Sansa.
Not only did the niece's daughter bring the Iron Throne's troops, but also an offer they couldn't refuse, and... "When do you plan to start?" Brynden said.
"It looks like they won't be able to fight for a while." Sansa's eyes fell on the two old Freys at the other end of the long table who were still pretending to be coy.
Aemon was holding a wine glass, blocking Lyman's way to get up. Their smiles were so stiff that they were about to burst.
"Winter is coming. Help me to add some firewood to them, Uncle Brynden."
Hearing this, Brynden glanced around the banquet hall, and finally landed on his nephew who was holding a wine glass next to him.
Then the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Seeing his uncle walking towards him, Edmure instinctively shrank his neck.
He knew Brynden too well. Whenever his uncle had this expression on his face, something very unpleasant would always happen.
For example, when Edmure was five years old, Brynden, with this evil smile, trampled his beloved puppet to pieces...
"Uncle Brynden..." Sure enough, as soon as Edmure spoke, before he could stand up, a powerful and heavy fist hit him directly in the face!
Bang!
Edmure flipped over from his chair and rolled several times on the ground.
All the Freys in the room fell silent at the same time, turning their heads and staring dumbfounded at the sudden Tully domestic violence.
"You worthless wimp!"
I saw Brynden standing in the middle of the banquet hall, pointing condescendingly at his nephew who fell to the ground, and angrily said, "I have been guarding Riverrun for more than three months, and I didn't even let anyone touch the city gate. It would be better for you to open the city and surrender as soon as you enter!"
"How could the Tully family give birth to a weakling like you?"
On the ground, Edmure covered his burning cheeks, his mind going blank.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What happened?
"I... I just want everyone to survive..." He instinctively began to defend.
"Survive?" Heiyu's voice suddenly rose, his face full of sarcasm. "The way you survive is to surrender!"
"Damn waste, you have simply lost all the honor of the Tully family for thousands of years. Don't forget who killed your father and sister!"
"Didn't my father die of illness..." Edmure was about to speak, but Brynden suddenly bent down and grabbed his collar, lifting him up from the ground.
"Coward! Trash!"
"If you want to prove yourself, just draw your sword and fight me!"
He shouted loudly first, then leaned over and said at a volume that only the two of them could hear, "Cooperate with me, don't be stunned, hurry up!"
Hearing this, Edmure was stunned for a moment before finally reacting.
You fucking told me why you hit me!
Although he felt aggrieved, he still pretended to be angry and looked around for any weapons he could take advantage of.
Because since Red Wedding, his sword has been lost forever.
"Use mine, Tully!"
At this time, a young man from the Frey family seemed not to mind the excitement and actually threw his sword over.
The sword was unsheathed, and the two uncles and nephews of the Tully family held their swords at the same time, posing in a duel in the center of the hall in Riverrun.
This scene can be said to be rare in thousands of years.
Everyone in the Frey family suddenly became excited, pounding the table, stamping their feet and shouting at the top of their lungs, "Fight! Fight! Fight!", and some even whistled.
This is much more fun than drinking!
However, among the cheers in the whole hall, only two people did not laugh.
On the main seat, Lyman Frey and Aemon Frey were pushing each other and their arms were entangled together. At first glance, it looked like the elders and the younger ones were having a drink with each other affectionately.
But when they got closer, they realized that the wine glasses they were holding were almost crushed, but they didn't take a sip.
Just when there was a stalemate, Brynden Tully's roar suddenly came from the center of the hall, and the two men froze at the same time.
The Tully family suddenly ordered internal orders at this juncture?
Rub~~~
No, it's impossible.
That's it!*2
They must be colluding and planning to take advantage of the chaos!*2
Damn it... he even colluded with Tully, no wonder he is so confident!*2
The two people's eyes met, and they both felt that they had "understood" the other's meaning, and then they each grasped the other's forearm with such force that they felt like they were going to crush the other's bones.
The gesture looked extremely affectionate, almost like uncle and nephew, but only they knew that it was to prevent the other party from escaping.
After all, as long as you are next to each other, even if the ambush breaks out, at least there will still be room for negotiation.
The two people were holding each other tightly like this, with smiles on their faces that were so stiff that they were about to burst. No one could break away, and no one dared to let go.
Just as the two Freys were in a stalemate, the "duel" between the Tullys in the center of the hall also intensified.
Brynden struck down with his sword, and Edmure awkwardly raised his sword to block.
His swordsmanship was already mediocre, but now it was even more difficult to resist. He was almost scratched on the ear by his uncle's sword several times.
"Damn... Brynden Tully, are you serious?!"
"This is no game, nephew. Today I will teach your father a lesson for you, this worthless coward!"
Brynden struck back with another sword, forcing Edmure to retreat repeatedly, and continued to say, "I have guarded Riverrun for so long, and you sold the ancestral castle as soon as you came here!"
"When your mother gave birth to you, I should have snatched you away and thrown you into Red Fork to save you from being embarrassed here today!"
As soon as these words came out, Edmure's face turned red from being scolded, and he didn't know how true or false he was.
He staggered to deflect the sword and yelled back at the top of his lungs, "Don't speak so damn grandly. If you ask me to tell you, you didn't open the city to surrender for so many days. You clearly wanted me to die under the city so that I could inherit Riverrun!"
Hearing this, the Freys burst into laughter again.
Only Lyman felt a "thump" in his heart.
Why do these words sound so familiar?
No, no, this sentence was not meant for Brynden, it was clearly meant for me!
Aemon This old guy really wants to kill me and become his heir!
He squinted at Aemon, and saw that the other person's eyes were really shining, which was clearly a sign of guilty conscience!
I fucking knew it!
However, just when Lyman was about to throw the wine glass, the battlefield of the "duel" suddenly changed. Brynden kicked Edmure in the chest. Edmure lost his balance and fell backwards, hitting the floor in front of Lyman and Aemon.
Before the two old Freys could react, Brynden was already chasing after them.
He didn't even look at his nephew on the ground, and cut Longsword straight towards the main seat with a fierce sound in his hand.
The trajectory of this sword was extremely tricky, not only hitting the top of Lyman's head, but also not far from Aemon's neck.
In the eyes of the two people, this sword was clearly aimed at them!
Lyman and Aemon were horrified at the same time. They instinctively released their hands holding the wine glass and jumped back in unison.
Brynden's Longsword was chopped hard on the long oak table, sawdust flew, and the wine glasses and food on the table were shaken and scattered all over the floor.
Lyman looked down at his empty hands, then looked up at Aemon who also had empty hands and seemed confused.
The signal is gone.
Can't wait any longer!
His left hand was still holding Aemon's arm firmly, and his right hand quietly reached into his arms and grasped the handle of the dagger at his waist.
That's it now!
Poof!
At the same time as the dagger was thrust out, Lyman also felt a dull pain in his chest, as if something hard had hit him hard.
He lowered his head and saw that Aemon was also holding a dagger in his hand, stabbing his chest in the same posture.
And his dagger was also blocked by the chainmail under the opponent's clothes.
The position, strength, and even the angle are exactly the same.
The two of them raised their heads at the same time, their eyes facing each other.
"I fucking knew it!"*2
Needless to say, almost at the same time, they quickly let go of each other's arms and stepped back a few steps. They each pulled out Longsword from their waists and began to chop at each other. Then they shouted in unison, "Do it!!!"
This sudden change made everyone in the room stunned.
What the hell is going on?
What does the fight between the Tully uncle and nephew have to do with you two?
In the corner, Aemon's eldest son Leonor Frey's mind was spinning the fastest.
He reached out and grabbed the wine glass on the table, and was about to throw it to the ground, but he only heard a crisp "bang" sound coming from the other side.
Leonor's hand holding the cup froze in mid-air. He turned around and saw that his cousin Edwyn Frey was still in the same position as after throwing the cup...
The two people looked at each other for a moment across the noisy hall, and both seemed to see the confusion in each other's eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the two side doors of the banquet hall were knocked open at the same time.
Two groups of heavily armed Frey soldiers poured out from behind the door with murderous intent, but they were all stunned for a moment after they rushed in.
Didn't you say it was an ambush?
Why are all the enemies familiar?
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
Two groups of heavily armed Frey soldiers held swords in their hands, and for a moment they didn't know which way to charge.
Lyman and Aemon took a step back in unison to distance themselves. Their movements were surprisingly consistent, as if the other party was carrying a plague.
"How dare you ambush me, uncle?"
Lyman was the first to speak, pointing the tip of his sword at Aemon: "I am your nephew! We have the same blood flowing in our bodies!"
"You fucking dare to beat me up??"
Aemon was so angry that he was shaking all over and said sternly, "I will not sit back and wait to die like Robb Stark and be stabbed to pieces at the banquet by you wolf-hearted things!"
The two of them were cursing at each other, each louder than the other, but no one dared to rush forward first.
The surrounding Frey soldiers also looked at each other, either advancing or retreating.
At this moment, an inappropriate voice sounded.
"Wait!"
A young Frey squeezed out of the crowd and stood between two groups of people. His tone was full of anxiety. "Why do we draw swords against our own people? Who can explain it?"
He looked around and his voice became louder and louder. "Riverrun has been taken! We won!"
"Now we, Frey, are the lords of the Riverlands! We will have good days in the future, so why do we have to kill each other here?
Is there anything you can't sit down and talk about?"
As soon as these words came out, many Frey soldiers nodded involuntarily.
Yes, after more than three months of siege, we finally captured Riverrun. Why did my family fight at the celebration banquet?
What the hell is going on?
Even Lyman and Aemon were silent for a moment at the same time, their grip on the sword slightly loosened.
But at this moment.
Whoosh!
A Longsword was swung out from behind the young man without warning. Before the man even had time to scream, half of his head was cut off and he fell straight down, with blood and brains splattered all over the floor.
Everyone was stunned.
Behind the young man's body, Brynden Tully slowly took back Longsword, with a look of solemnity on his face, and said loudly in the direction of Lyman and Aemon: "What nonsense are you talking to him, Lord Frey!"
"Proceed as planned! The Tully family will fully cooperate with you!!!"
His voice resounded throughout the hall, as if he was shouting to an ally who had fought side by side for many years.
Seeing this, Lyman and Aemon turned to look at each other almost simultaneously, with violent anger surging in their eyes.
This bastard is indeed the same as Heiyu!
The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. The two old Freys took a deep breath at the same time, and then burst out from the depths of their throats with the same heart-rending roar.
"Kill them!!!"*2