The Mountain of Ice and Fire

"When will our Lord Mountain be back?" In the underground room, Littlefinger, dressed in a neat black suit, wore his signature mischievous smile.

He was asking Lady Dorea Quintena, who was examining the injuries of Jaime and Anguy.

Jaime was lying on the bed, his left arm already bandaged. The bandage wrapped around his entire upper body. After only a day and a night, his beard looked thicker and denser, and the bloodshot in his eyes was obvious.

Anguy was on another bed, his right calf severed from the knee down by an ice spider. The severed leg was bandaged, with no blood seeping out.

Jaime and Anguy were both seriously injured, but in a short period of time, the wounds healed at an astonishing rate. Although they lost a lot of blood, after Lady Dorea's personal treatment, the two looked not weak.

This was thanks to the medical skills and witchcraft of the blood witch Dorea Quintena, as well as the blessing of spells from hundreds of monks in the Great Sept of Baelor. The monks' medical skills, like Lady Dorea's, had an astonishingly obvious effect on stopping bleeding and healing wounds.

Magic was revived, dragons returned, and the once ineffective spells were restored to magic one by one.

Lady Dorea turned a deaf ear to Littlefinger's question.

"Littlefinger, can't you go to the surface to handle affairs?" Jaime said coldly. His beard and messy hair made him look like a savage, and his tone had lost the etiquette of a nobleman.

"Ser Jaime, please rest assured, I have arranged everything, and every affair is handled by a dedicated knight," Littlefinger said with a relaxed smile. "Lord Mountain ordered me to be in charge of the affairs of the Allied Forces. Although I am not on the ground, I have not neglected my duties at all. Not only the generals who charge at the forefront are true generals, but also generals at the back of the team. Your father, Duke Tywin Lannister, liked to stand at the back of the team to command the legions. Duke Tywin is the most glorious role model in my heart, and I will always have deep respect for him."

Littlefinger Petyr Baelish placed his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly to Jaime to show his respect for Duke Tywin.

This was somewhat ironic.

Lady Dorea Quintena unwrapped Jaime's bandage to check the wound: "No inflammation, Ser Jaime. The wound is healing very well. In a few days, the surface of your wound will be completely scabbed."

"Thank you, Madam," Jaime said.

"Ser Jaime, do you need to shave your beard? Your hair should also be washed," Littlefinger smiled.

Jaime's eyes turned to a certain spot on the wall, too lazy to respond to Littlefinger's words. Littlefinger didn't care about Jaime's arrogance: "General Anguy, how do you feel?"

"The wound is hot," Anguy said.

"You are amazing, you shot two ice spiders."

"One, the other was shot by Julie Clegane, she is the real warrior of the Clegane family."

"She is also Mountain's adopted daughter, the eldest daughter. Hehe, the most loyal person to Lord Mountain, I don't think anyone can surpass Julie Clegane, her loyalty and love for Lord Mountain are different from everyone else. But..." Littlefinger's eyes flickered, "Lady Dorea, Bran is a Green Seer, he should know that facing an attack from one or two ice spiders in a wheelchair, there is basically no chance of survival... Hehe, shooting ice spiders at close range with a short crossbow, when the ice spider raises its leg knife to attack, any northerner warrior's short crossbow can hit the ice spider, right?"

"Littlefinger, what do you want to say? Bran Stark deliberately let the ice spider kill Julie?" Jaime smiled without any smile on his face.

"Littlefinger, when we were discussing tactics, Julie took the initiative to ask to pretend to be Bran," Anguy said in a deep voice. "Julie has never been afraid of any enemy."

"I know, Julie is a true warrior, she was born in poverty, she is Mountain's first adopted son, and she can't embarrass her father... But Bran could have let another person replace Julie, couldn't he?" Littlefinger's mischievous smile grew stronger, "Lord Mountain will not be in a good mood when he comes back and learns that his eldest daughter has died in battle... But people will die in battle... This is the cruelty of war... But if I were Bran, I would never let Julie pretend to be me... Never..."

"Littlefinger, I think you should go to the city wall," Jaime said coldly. "It's a pity that your tongue is so sharp that you don't go and talk a few Others to death."

Lady Dorea Quintena gently pressed Jaime's shoulder to let Jaime lie down. She came to Anguy and re-examined Anguy's wound.

"No inflammation. But the incision was caused by the ice spider's leg knife. The muscles and bones of your wound have been frostbitten. Anguy, you need more time to recover."

"Can I still ride a horse in the future?"

"Riding a horse and shooting arrows, nothing is difficult for you. You will always be our best archer," Lady Dorea Quintena said softly.

Her face was painted with circles of black swirls, and each swirl looked like a black eye.

"I will be a cripple who is laughed at."

"No, you are not Bran Stark, his legs are broken, you are single-legged. Bran can only sit in a wheelchair, but you can ride a horse. Tobho Mott, the master who can make noodle machines, will make a prosthetic leg for you to connect," Littlefinger said in a firm tone.

"Anguy, you will soon receive a gift from Queen Mother Cersei," Lady Dorea Quintena said. When she spoke, her black teeth, black tongue, and the black swirls on her face made Anguy feel a little uncomfortable.

"Queen Mother Cersei?" Littlefinger said in an exaggerated voice.

"Yes, Queen Mother Cersei."

"What gift?" Littlefinger smiled and looked at Jaime.

Jaime, who had already lain down, turned over. Back to Littlefinger and Lady Dorea. He seemed unwilling to hear Cersei's name.

Dorea Quintena changed the bandage for Anguy: "A dragonbone bow."

Anguy Clegane, who was lying sideways, sat up suddenly: "Dragonbone bow?"

"Yes, the most tenacious, the lightest, the longest range, the king of bows."

Anguy's eyes widened suddenly, and his hands clenched into fists, with blue veins protruding on the surface of his fists.

Ecstasy filled his chest.

What a swordsman desires most is a Valyrian steel sword!

What an archer hopes to get most is a dragonbone bow.

The dragonbone bow is the hardest, the most flexible, the lightest, and the longest range. In the eyes of archers, the dragonbone bow is priceless.

"Isn't dragonbone the most difficult to shape? How did Queen Mother Cersei solve the shaping?"

"Magic power has been revived, and Queen Mother Cersei has hired Freeman Lance, the best bow and arrow weapon master in the Seven Kingdoms, to make a peerless famous bow for you."

"What is the name of the bow?" Anguy heard his voice as if in a dream.

"The name of the bow? Of course, you can name it yourself."

"When can I get the dragonbone bow?"

"Half a month later."

"Oh!" Anguy's voice was full of disappointment.

"When Podrick Payne comes back, he will bring back the dragonbone bow for you. Your father was in too much of a hurry to rush back and didn't go to the Red Keep, otherwise, you would be able to get your dragonbone bow soon."

"Is Queen Mother Cersei repaying my father for the Valyrian steel sword he gave her?"

"Before that, Master Freeman Lance was already building a dragonbone bow for you. You have a good father, his name is Gregor Clegane, and you are famous all over the world, the number one archer in the Seven Kingdoms, you need a good bow..."

"And the royal family's underground is not short of dragon bones. It is said that the three giant dragons of the first Aegon are all underground," Littlefinger chuckled. He interrupted Lady Dorea Quintena's words.

This was a bit rude.

Jaime turned over and sat up: "Lady Dorea, can I go out for a walk?"

"There is fierce fighting on the ground, Ser Jaime," Littlefinger said with a smile, leaning against the door frame.

"I still have one hand," Jaime said coldly.

"Your right hand will come in handy, but not now," Littlefinger smiled, "We still have 10,000 elites who have not attacked. Wildlings, Night's Watch, Clegane's army, the Northern Army, and the elite of the Southern Allied Forces. I once suggested to Robb Stark that the wildlings should be sent out first, and Tormund Giantsbane should stand at the front. But Eddard Stark said that this was Winterfell, and he would personally lead the Northern Army as the main force." Littlefinger shrugged, "Ser Jaime, you should let Tormund Giantsbane lead the wildling warriors as the vanguard army. You are Lord Mountain's deputy, and when Lord Mountain is not here, you have the right to temporarily assume part of Lord Mountain's power."

"Lord Mountain wants me to be the vanguard and die in battle as soon as possible," Jaime said coldly.

'Hehe! Lord Mountain wasn't here when the Others attacked." A contemptuous smile hung on the corner of Littlefinger's mouth: Jaime was brave, but his brain wasn't working well. No wonder he was captured by Robb, and 20,000 troops were defeated by Robb's 5,000 cavalry.

Footsteps sounded, and a clerk appeared at the door with a face full of blood: "Lady Dorea Quintena, the ground needs you. The Others launched another charge, and the battle formations of the pikemen phalanx, the sword and shield phalanx, and the cavalry phalanx were completely defeated. Many of our warriors were injured and bleeding on the ground."

"What about the monks?"

"The monks are too busy, there are too many injured people, and they are being transported in continuously. The training ground will soon be filled with wounded. Many generals are seriously injured."

Lady Dorea got up immediately: "Let's go!"

"Yes, Madam."

She changed the medicine and had not bandaged Anguy's wound.

Dorea Quintena hurriedly went out, without turning her head to say to Littlefinger: "Lord Petyr, please bandage General Anguy."

"Yes, Madam!"

Stopping bleeding, Lady Dorea was more powerful than hundreds of monks combined.

The most important thing for warriors injured in battle is to stop the bleeding.

Clang!

Jaime drew the long sword hanging on the wall, dragging an empty sleeve, and went out step by step.

Littlefinger then slowly walked to Anguy, slowly squatted down to bandage Anguy's wound.

"Hurry up, I want to go to the ground," Anguy said in a deep voice, with an unkind tone.

"Why go to the ground?" Littlefinger said in a mocking tone, "There are plenty of generals and warriors with complete hands and feet on the ground."

"The Others have obviously launched the most violent attack."

"This also shows that the Night King is anxious, and he can't hold on anymore."

"My father is not here, I have to go up, I am a Clegane. My right calf is gone, but my hands can still draw a bow."

"Not now, General. Calm down, calm down."

"If the city wall is lost, once the Others enter the castle, you and I will die."

"We will not die." The corners of Littlefinger's mouth turned up, forming an arc. His smile had a mysterious meaning.

"What do you mean?"

"Your father asked us all to hollow out the underground of Winterfell, why?"

"To shelter the people of the North."

"If the army can't hold on, can the people in the underground stop the Others' attack?"

"............"

"The entire underground of Winterfell has been hollowed out, and the people of the North don't need so many underground tunnels. Many large tunnels are actually for the soldiers to enter."

"Facing the battle, my father will not let us hide."

"He will."

"Fuck you!"

"Hiding, we can finally win." Littlefinger laughed, not concealing his great ridicule of Anguy.

"............"

"I am the chief affairs officer of the Allied Forces. I know very well how much wildfire was transported from King's Landing by the great wise men. So much wildfire material is enough to destroy the entire King's Landing, and as for Winterfell, it can be blown up at least twice. The amount of wildfire used by the fire horse formation is too small, but a large amount of wildfire material disappeared early, and your father strictly ordered me to ask this question."

The corners of Littlefinger's mouth cracked into an exaggerated fake smile.

Anguy was stunned!

"Your father had planned to blow up the entire Winterfell. Those missing wildfire materials must be buried in various places in Winterfell, so what are you trying to do by desperately defending Winterfell?"

"If you lied to me, I will cut off the little three-inch thing between your legs and stuff it into your throat."

"Stuff it into my asshole and I will admit it!" Littlefinger tied the last knot for Anguy, "Listen to me, Anguy, tell your trusted brothers, let them inform the Clegane generals, be prepared to hide in the underground tunnels, don't go to fight desperately. After fighting the Others, we still have to fight Cersei and Daenerys, we need to preserve our strength. Otherwise, we will all die in the end."

Anguy stared at Littlefinger: "Since you knew my father's plan a long time ago, why didn't you secretly inform the Clegane generals?"

"If I leaked your father's tactical secrets in advance, do you think he would cut off my head? I only have one head, and I can't stand being cut off."

Anguy stared at Littlefinger's fake smiling face, and he believed Littlefinger's words.

"Now go and secretly inform the Clegane generals, let them preserve their strength and don't go to fight desperately. However, this news, this matter, if it is revealed in the future, has nothing to do with me."

"What are you afraid of?"

"You swear, it has nothing to do with me." Littlefinger's fake smile rippled on his face, making Anguy want to punch him.

"Fink Edwyn," Anguy shouted at the door.

A clerk in the Clegane army responded and came in.

"Immediately find Elsope Mooton to see me."

Half of the Mooton family knights followed Anguy Clegane, the future master of Maidenpool.

"General, the battle outside is fierce now, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find Elsope Mooton."

"Any knight or soldier in my horse archer team, or any knight or general in the Clegane army, find any one of them and tell them to come and see me immediately... I have something to say to them..."

"Yes, General!"

Fink turned and went out.

"General Angai, you could actually go to the surface, just don't bring your bow and arrows. That way, the generals wouldn't have to come underground to see you. If you agree, I can help you up." Littlefinger gave Angai a big, fake smile with a hint of mockery.