The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 315: Little Wolf Captures Jaime Alive (Seeking Subscription)

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Next to the long table where Tywin was hosting the nobles of the Westerlands was his large tent.

A guard quickly exited the tent and whispered something in Duke Tywin's ear.

Duke Tywin immediately pushed back his chair, stood up, glanced at the nobles of the Westerlands, nodded as a courtesy, and then walked into his golden tent.

The huge tent woven with pure gold thread was resplendent and could be seen from afar. It was even more dazzling in the sunlight.

As night fell, many fireflies pulled out iridescent lights in the night.

The tent's red candles and fire pans had already been lit. Below the hills, the soldiers' camps were all lit up, stretching for miles with countless lights.

Tywin entered the tent. Inside the large tent was an elegant small tent, where the witch resided. Both inside and out, thick carpets were laid. Everything was of the best and most noble quality. The fire pans outside the small tent were made of pure copper, and the fire pan supports were gilded. The carpet on the ground was made of night lion fur from across the Narrow Sea in Dothrak, extremely precious and valuable. Only the very rich and powerful could afford to buy such night lion fur.

Duke Tywin had great respect for the witch.

A person who doesn't believe in gods, once they do, can become excessively obsessed.

This was one of the things Tyrion couldn't understand about his father this time he came back. What he couldn't understand even more was the 'wisdom' of the Mountain in inventing various things. The Mountain possessing civilized wisdom? This was something Tyrion couldn't accept. But the iron whistle was invented by the Mountain, and the Westerlands, inspired by the iron whistle, issued an order to replace iron with wood. All kinds of iron art, furniture, and supplies were replaced with wood. This was nothing, but Duke Tywin's decree emphasized, how could the Mountain have invented the iron whistle?

His father and Tywin, including the Mountain, who had strangely become his father's son-in-law, all revered the witch like a god, which was also unbelievable to the Imp. Someone like the Mountain also believes in the witch's stuff? How is that possible?

No matter how surprised Tyrion was, he couldn't change anything.

No one could change Duke Tywin, except for a god. And now a witch had accomplished this.

Duke Tywin stood respectfully outside the witch's small tent. Inside and outside the small tent, there were maids and guards dedicated to serving the witch. The witch also enjoyed the current splendor and wealth. Taking off the mask of a witch, she was just an ordinary woman. She was afraid of heat when it was hot, and afraid of cold when it was cold. She also had ordinary people's material desires: pursuing delicious food and luxurious home furnishings, gaining respect, and living a wealthy life.

Many wizards, once they have the ability, cling to the powerful and wealthy, for one purpose: to live a wealthy and honorable life with their abilities.

"Madam, you called for me."

"Duke, I saw some ominous things."

"What is it?"

"Something I shouldn't have told you, but it's too serious."

"Please speak, madam. If the gods require any sacrifices afterward, your believer Tywin will do his best."

"The Little Wolf of the North has captured Jaime Lannister."

Tywin's eyes twitched.

"Impossible!" His voice was a hoarse hiss.

"The divine oracle will not be wrong."

A very suppressed silence, a heavy atmosphere permeated the tent.

"Madam, I don't understand."

"I only received a little divine revelation, and it was just now. I concocted medicine, plus a little of your stored blood, and prayed to my blood god to give me a prediction of the war. I wanted to see our chances of winning tomorrow's battle."

"Then I saw a terrifying wolf, ghost-like Northmen, the Whispering Forest full of shadows, and Northmen lancers like a forest suddenly appearing in the night. Jaime and his Westerlands soldiers were trapped in a valley in the Whispering Forest. Arrows rained down, spears were like a forest, a young man led the wolf to launch a charge, the Northmen surrounded them on all sides, the shouts of fighting, the clash of swords, screams and the sound of horses' hooves were mixed together, Jaime's blood-splattered face kept flickering, he changed two horses, and killed several enemy generals, no one could stop him. When he finally launched an attack on the young Northman, he killed two of the young man's guards, but his warhorse was also killed at the same time. The young man's sword and countless guards' spears blocked Jaime in front and behind him, and he was captured alive."

"Then the Northern heavy cavalry formed two columns and raided the Westerlands camp on the north bank of the Tumblestone River; the drawbridge of Riverrun was lowered, and a general led Riverland soldiers out of Riverrun to raid the Westerlands army on the west bank of the moat. The Westerlands army was defeated, collapsed, and countless heads were chopped off."

"The Westerlands general on the south bank of the Red Fork saw the Westerlands army on both banks being defeated across the river, and led the soldiers onto boats to rescue them. The surging river overturned the boats, the general was buried in the river, the Northmen and Riverlanders quickly crossed the river, defeated the Westerlands soldiers on the south bank of the Red Fork, and slaughtered them, rescuing all the Riverland prisoners."

Duke Tywin looked down at the night lion fur in front of him, and remained silent for a long time.

North of Riverrun is the Tumblestone River, south is the Red Fork, and west is the moat connecting the Tumblestone River and the Red Fork. Riverrun, built on the delta, is surrounded by water on three sides. Jaime divided the army into three locations, surrounding Riverrun across the rivers. This has a disadvantage: the forces are scattered. But he had to do it this way. Otherwise, it would be impossible to surround Riverrun, which is triangular and protected by two large rivers.

"Duke, the siege of Riverrun has been lifted by the Little Wolf of the North. Please make plans early. Jaime and many generals have been captured. The Northern army can directly enter the Westerlands for a long time and sweep the major cities of the Westerlands. Currently, there are no great generals in the Westerlands, nor are there any garrisoned troops."

"Our supply line has also been cut off." Duke Tywin's voice was deep.

"Fortunately, the Mountain has taken Harrenhal. Although the crops near Harrenhal have not yet matured, it is necessary to send troops to harvest them in advance when necessary. The granaries inside Harrenhal are filled with grain, which can support our army to fight back."

This was good news.

It's the Mountain again!

Duke Tywin initially ordered the burning of all villages and fields in the territory of Harrenhal, and Ser Amory Lorch carried it out, but the Mountain did not, and a large area of crops on the east bank of the God's Eye were well protected.

"Duke."

"Madam, I'm here." Duke Tywin's voice was slightly hoarse.

"We will have a great victory tomorrow." The witch's voice was comforting.

"The Northmen divided into two groups, and those who relieved the siege of Riverrun were all cavalry?"

"I saw countless lancers, heavy cavalry, and horse archers, and hardly any infantry."

"About how many people?"

"This cannot be determined. I can only see blurry images, countless sounds, the slashing of swords, the blood-stained streams, and the burning forests."

"The Mallisters of Seagard and the Freys of the Twins must have joined the Little Wolf of the North's team. I made a serious mistake." Tywin's expression and tone were as usual. In fact, from hearing that the siege of Riverrun had been lifted and Jaime had been captured, Tywin's tone and expression had hardly changed significantly. He only twitched his eyes and clenched his fists subconsciously. No one could see the stormy waves in his heart from his facial expressions.

Duke Tywin quickly realized his huge mistake, which was also unmatched by others: self-reflection!

"I underestimated the enemy." Duke Tywin said softly, as if talking to himself.

On the battlefield, no matter how powerful you are, how well-trained the Westerlands army is, and how powerful the weapons and equipment are, if the commander underestimates the enemy, it will definitely lead to huge strategic errors. Making mistakes will be severely punished by the god of war.

"Thank you, madam. What can I offer to your blood god?"

"Duke, let's talk about it after the great victory tomorrow."

"Yes, madam."

From beginning to end, Duke Tywin stood respectfully outside the witch's small tent.

Duke Tywin walked out of the tent, and the generals were still eating meat, drinking, and talking and laughing. Duke Tywin waved his hand, the wine was removed, and bread, roast meat, salad, fruit, and bacon soup were brought up in a row.

There will be a big battle tomorrow, and only the generals can drink a small amount of wine tonight.

The Duke sat down, looking calm and natural, picked up his chopsticks to eat, and said, "Generals, I made a mistake and underestimated the Little Wolf's military combat capabilities. He divided his troops into two groups, crossed the river from the Frey's, and raided Jaime with lancers, horse archers, and heavy cavalry. He has already lifted the siege of Riverrun, and Jaime has been captured alive. The Westerlands army besieging Riverrun has completely collapsed."

The generals were stunned, and there was dead silence on the long dining table.

"Our Westerlands are open to the Little Wolf, and our supply line has been cut off by him." Duke Tywin said calmly, without any negative emotions such as frustration, anger, or fear, just as calm and natural as usual. "Generals, we will have a great victory tomorrow. I hope you generals will capture more Northmen. Maybe we have to prepare to exchange hostages."