"Vale Knights? Why are they here?"
Tylan Lannister and the others couldn't help but feel curious as they watched the Poor Fellows Gathering members being herded like livestock by the Vale Knights.
"Why did you come all this way to arrest these farmers from the Poor Fellows Gathering?!"
Boros was even more impolite, directly questioning the leading Vale Knight.
"Hello, Young Master Boros."
The two leading Vale Knights immediately stepped forward and respectfully explained,
"When we were pursuing Highland Clans bandits, these Poor Fellows Gathering members attacked us. So we arrested them and sent them to Riverrun for custody."
"Hahaha! A group of farmers armed with pitchforks and scythes dared to attack the Vale Knights. Are these people crazy?"
"But we also encountered many Poor Fellows Gathering members along the way. It seems they are going to continue causing trouble! I think we should just arrest them all in advance."
"After all, the Church has already announced the disbandment of the Poor Fellows Gathering. Since they are reorganizing now, they must have some ulterior motive?"
However, no one responded to Boros's words, because anyone with a brain would not easily offend the Church.
"Idiot!"
The Green-eyed Dwarf couldn't help but curse in a low voice, then quietly said to Boros and the others,
"Gentlemen, this has nothing to do with us. With them attracting the Royal Family's attention, it will be easier for us to act, and their goals are consistent with ours."
"Cousin Boros, this is Riverrun. Don't cause a big fuss and create unnecessary misunderstandings. And it's really not appropriate for us to interfere in matters between the Church and the Royal Family."
Laena quickly pulled Boros, who was already eager to act, and whispered a reminder beside him,
"Don't delay our main business!"
"The Highland Clans savages are also involved?"
Tylan Lannister, however, keenly grasped more important information, and recalling what the Green-eyed Dwarf said about the power behind it, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
"Oh no! It seems we have all been drawn into a huge conspiracy!"
Tylan Lannister's greed to inject true dragon blood into his family was finally overcome by reason. He quickly walked to his elder brother, Jason Lannister, and said,
"Brother, I'm afraid we've all been schemed against."
Jason Lannister, who had been watching the excitement from the side, didn't understand why Tylan said that, so he frowned and asked,
"Why do you say that?"
Tylan cautiously glanced at the people around him, finding that they were all currently attracted by the Poor Fellows Gathering captives and the Vale Knights. He leaned close to Jason and whispered,
"Just like those Poor Fellows Gathering members, we have unknowingly become pawns in someone else's hands. No matter how things develop in the future, we will be the ones charging into battle and bearing the consequences, but we may not necessarily see the fruits of victory."
"What do you mean?"
Apparently, Jason Lannister still didn't quite understand Tylan's meaning,
"We are just letting our family intermarry with the true dragon bloodline. We can avoid getting involved in other matters, right?! What do other matters have to do with us?"
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Jason Lannister's words left Tylan speechless for a moment, so he could only helplessly continue,
"You're not wrong to think that way. Remember, no matter what happens in the future, the Lannister Family must not get involved."
As the two brothers were talking, sounds of fighting came. It turned out that nearby Poor Fellows Gathering members, upon learning that the Vale Knights had arrested some of their members, had joined forces and were already attacking.
"Brother, our soldiers from the Westerlands just need to watch the show from the side. Don't get involved."
Tylan didn't expect his worries to materialize so quickly, so he quickly reminded his brother again.
But sometimes, once a person is in the midst of it, how can they completely act according to their own will?!
"Form ranks~"
"Attack~"
The well-trained Vale Knights immediately adjusted their formation and charged first towards the Poor Fellows Gathering members swarming from a distance.
As the most excellent elite cavalry in the Seven Kingdoms, they naturally understood the combat advantages of cavalry. As elite cavalry, they needed sufficient charging distance; no matter how many Poor Fellows Gathering members there were, they wouldn't be enough for them to kill.
But they absolutely must not be surrounded, otherwise, they would fall into the awkward situation of an ant biting an elephant to death.
Facing the elite Vale Knights, although the Poor Fellows Gathering members were all fearless of death. How could their pitchforks and scythes withstand the slashes of fine steel swords?
Two hundred Vale Knights were like two hundred sharp blades, fiercely plunging into the surging Poor Fellows Gathering. In an instant, a blood-colored passage appeared in the originally dim Poor Fellows Gathering.
The wide Riverrun road was quickly covered with bodies and severed limbs. The constantly wailing dying seemed to regain their senses, wanting to leave this place of turmoil, but they were directly trampled underfoot by their constantly surging comrades, most of them crushed to death.
The crimson blood quickly made the flat road muddy.
The soldiers from the Westerlands and Stormlands stood by, with different expressions. Some were eager to act, while others were indifferent. Boros clenched his fists, watching the situation on the battlefield, his heart truly stirring.
"My lords, are you just going to watch your allies be slaughtered like this?"
At this moment, the Green-eyed Dwarf began to use his glib tongue to incite again.
"In Westeros, besides the Targaryen Family who can control dragons, the Church is the largest force. Only when they fight each other can we better seek our own interests, isn't that right?!"
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Perhaps when the Gods close one door, they really open another window. The Green-eyed Dwarf's eloquence was truly remarkable. After his persuasion and inducement, Boros was convinced in just a few minutes,
"Warriors of the Stormlands, come with me to eliminate those Vale Knights! Anyway, as long as we kill them all, no one will know it was us."
After speaking, he charged forward first, and the Stormlands soldiers behind him naturally dared not neglect, quickly following up.
Tylan and Jason looked at each other, and Jason Lannister couldn't help but complain,
"Does he think we and the people of Riverrun are air?"
And at this moment, Duke Tully also arrived with his army,
"Stop~"
However, it was clear that everyone, already bloodthirsty, no longer cared about anything and certainly couldn't hear Duke Tully's reprimand.
The Vale Knights were enjoying the slaughter, but they didn't expect Boros to lead his cavalry to attack, which caused severe losses to the unprepared Vale Knights.
In just a few rounds, almost half of them were knocked off their horses, and their fate was naturally to be torn to shreds by those frenzied Poor Fellows Gathering members.
The leading knights, helpless, had no choice but to lead the remaining Vale Knights to cut another path through the Poor Fellows Gathering, and then quickly rode away.
"Boros Baratheon~"
"You Stormlands better prepare to face the wrath of the Vale Knights~"
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