The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

(Added more for the rudder master Acumin)

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"Hi, boy, two on one, put down your bow and arrow." Theon Greyjoy's voice was mysteriously confident, "I use your iron arrow."

The smile on Angai's face is still so charming and cute, and the threat to Theon seems to have not been heard: "Da Jili, you have to keep one eye with me."

"Should I?"

"Then you have to kill me, choose one of the two." Ange's right eye blinked frivolously.

At this time, he was still in the mood to tease the murderer in front of him who would never blink.

The petite, beautiful face, indifferent personality, little-spoken but decisive Darjeely, can definitely not provoke and provoke.

Asking Darjeel to kill someone, her mood is absolutely calm as a winter lake, and she will never make a little ripple.

However, Darjeel did not kill Ange. ——Angai took the lead to put down the confronting bow and arrow, and smiled at Da Jili, as if the black short arrow in his left eye was just a small decoration: "Kill me quickly, otherwise, you have to accompany me with one eye. "

Darjeelie didn't understand what the neurosis was talking about.

But she could see that the other party had no intention of killing.

She put down her bow and arrow.

"You didn't kill me, then you have to accompany me with one eye, very good, you made your choice." Ange said with a grin. It's just that his smile looks strange and terrifying against the blood on his face and the black arrow shaft in the eye socket.

Darjeel didn't speak, she didn't understand what this guy meant, and she didn't want to speak, she would rather use arrows to chat with these nasty southerners.

With a melodious and unrestrained whistle, the halterless war horse flew to the martial arts field with Angai, and Angai shouted: "Bachelor Yili, Bachelor Yili, I need to bandage."

He went to see the bachelor.

Ange, who shot the Darjeely Mare, lost the game.

Archery contests and spear contests can't hurt the opponent's horses. The melee is a foot battle, and there is no wounding horse.

Violators lose.

"You won, female savage." Theon laughed. "Long live Winterfell!" He held up his bow and arrow, "Honor belongs to the North!"

"Long live Winterfell!" The northern knights and attendants shouted in unison, and they rushed into the martial arts arena, drew out their swords, and paid tribute to Darjeel.

Da Jili's eyes found the black man Will, who was in the corner of the martial arts field, with Tyron Ashes. The two people looked at each other, and Will gave Darjeel two thumbs up and showed a big smile.

Darjeel was sweet in her heart and smiled slightly.

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night.

Outside Junlin City, beside the Heishui River, the martial arts venue once again reveled all night.

Rows of torches light up half the sky.

The end of the First Military Conference, this was the grand occasion of the Seven Nations on the last night.

The people of the North are the big winners: they won the long spear championship in the competition, the team melee championship, and the archery competition. This is the first time in thousands of years.

This year's premier competition martial arts competition opened many firsts in the history of competitions.

There are good and bad.

But they are all worthy of great books and special books by royal scholars, and worthy of singing and singing by singers and poets.

This is a festival that belongs to the people of the North, and it belongs to the honor of the people of the North.

Even the nun Modan fell drunk on the long table.

When Sansa, Arya, Bran, dance teacher, Ed Stark, and the North Border Guard returned to the Red Fort Prime Minister's Tower together, Sister Modan was already asleep on the table because of drunkenness.

On the long dining table, the noble men and women who slept in the past are everywhere...

The guards of the golden robe also went to drink. Most of the thieves and robbers who flocked to King’s Landing from all over the Seven Kingdoms became the reserve team of the guards of the golden robe. Once the prime minister passed the military conference, the prime minister Ed Stark would attack them. .

This brilliant idea of ​​hiring robbers to deal with robbers and hiring thieves to catch thieves comes from Will!

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Heishui River.

There are also many mercenaries who are punching and ordering to drink, and some are holding prostitutes to carve on the spot.

Da Jie and Daisy Mormon wore long swords, short swords, steel stabs, chain mail, and strolled on the shallow beach.

This is the warm river water and beautiful sand that cannot be enjoyed in the north.

Not far from the upper reaches, there are hundreds of busy piers day and night, countless boats come in and out, the busy scene of all kinds of goods and goods will only be a little peaceful in the middle of the night.

Da Jie Li and Daisy Mormon had beautiful pictures, which made people think about it. However, none of the mercenaries who were bold enough to lick their blood dared to tease them.

The prestige of the people in the north has been infinitely magnified after this competition.

Darjeel and Daisy Mormont, one is the archery victory, the other is the melee victory; behind them are the invincible knights and warriors of the north.

The deeds of Will, the man in black, who killed Demon Mountain, have been compiled into a variety of ballads by wandering singers; the appearance of the lightning giant Tyron Ashes proves that the legend of the northern giant is true; Darjeel’s archery is even better It is frightening, her unsmiling petite beauty has been written as a poisonous flower by the poet. The flowers are big jellies, and the short bow and black arrows are highly poisonous of flowers.

However, there are still people who are not afraid of death.

"Hey!"

A voice rang frivolously, not far away.

Darjeel did not need to look back to know who the voice was.

"When will you leave King's Landing?" The voice laughed again. The voice is friendly, nice and unrestrained.

"Da Jie doesn't want to care about you, Angie." Daisy Mormont smiled.

Daisy Mormon's figure is much taller than Dah Jie, and her tight body armor makes her good figure more attractive, making countless men secretly swallowing saliva and fantasizing about the charming scenery after stripping off their clothes. But in Angai's one-eyed eyes only the petite and exquisite beauty of Dajili.

"You made a choice, Darjeely, either kill me or accompany me with an eye. You chose not to kill me." Angai smiled, "So, now, my eyes are inconvenient, you have to use your eyes. Help to see the way."

"What do you mean?" Darjeely said coldly.

"It's okay, you will understand it slowly." Ange grinned.

Then he followed the two girls in a leisurely and contented manner, and blew out a melodious whistle, circumflexed, lingering and afflicted. Ange’s whistle is a very nice and sentimental song, and the lyrics write a very sad Dorne love story.

Neither Daisy Mormont nor Darjeel had ever heard such good whistle music, and both girls were addicted to listening.

Ange finished whistling and sang: I fell on the ground and blood was flowing/My eyes were still looking at my beloved girl/Darkness gradually approached me/My end is coming/But I don’t regret it at all/My beloved girl /But I don't regret it at all/My beloved girl/

Your knife pierced my heart shiningly/The cold light of your sword lit up my face/You watched my blood flow gurgling/Darkness gradually came into me/My doom is coming/but I am a little bit No regrets/my beloved girl/but I do not regret at all/my beloved girl/

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ps: Original lyrics, not original lyrics. The phrase ‘my end is coming’ comes from the original.