Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 246: fall

  Chapter 246 Falls

  In the dark dungeon, Theon Greyjoy was fidgeting.

  He tried to secretly open the gate of Winterfell according to the original plan, but was captured on the spot by the Stark family.

   Reek is right, his scheme really can't fool Stark.

  Theon is now frustrated and looking forward.

   Frustrated with my own naivety.

   And hoped that Reek's plot would save his life.

  He has told the Stark family the "secret" that the ironmen are planning to capture Cailin Bay as requested by the other party, and now it depends on whether the other party will be fooled this time.

   As time passed, Theon became more and more restless.

   At this moment, there seemed to be faint shouts of killing outside.

  Theon got up suddenly, and looked out from the prison railing.

   Of course nothing can be seen.

   After an unknown amount of time, there was a bang from a distance, as if the prison door was kicked open.

  Theon finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted:

   "Reek! Reek! Is that you?"

   "It's me, Lord Theon."

  The slightly frivolous and mocking voice came from the shadows, and Theon was suddenly ecstatic:

   "Quick! Get me out!"

  Reek stepped out of the shadows, covered in blood and ferocity, this terrifying aura frightened Theon for a long while.

   It wasn't until the other party opened the cell door that he came back to his senses and asked:

   "The ironborn have already entered the city? Have you seen my sister? It's the leading woman, Asha."

"I see." Reek carried the ax with the meat and blood on his shoulders, "Miss Asha is cleaning up the resistance forces in the city, I'm afraid I don't know that you are locked here. That means I have been thinking about you. "

   "Very good." Theon endured the stench and stretched out his hand to pat Reek on the shoulder, "I will remember your contribution."

   "Thank you, my lord."

   "By the way, should you tell me your identity now? Are you really a Reek?" Theon asked as he walked out.

  The prisoners on both sides of the prison heard their prayers, and they also wanted to come out, but it was a pity that Sean ignored them at all.

   "Yes, my lord, Reek is my name. And my identity is actually Sir Ramsay Snow's squire."

   "Ramsay Snow?" Theon thought for a moment before he remembered that he was the **** son of the Dreadfort.

  The Dreadfort is the territory of the most powerful, but also the most notorious family in the North - the Bolton family.

   This is a fearsome family, well known for their fondness for skinning their enemies alive. The coat of arms is a blood-red skinner on a foundation, and the clan language is "My blade is sharper", but there is another saying that is more widely spread——

   "A naked man has few secrets, but a flayed man has no secrets."

  The Bolton family once called themselves the "Red King", fought against the King of Winter in Winterfell for thousands of years, and countless Starks were skinned in the dungeons of the Dreadfort.

  It wasn't until the early days of the Andal invasion that the Bolton family was finally defeated by the Stark family, surrendered, and forced to give up the barbaric and **** ancient tradition of skinning.

   But there are persistent rumors in the North that the Boltons are still secretly skinning prisoners to this day.

  After the only son of Earl Roose Bolton passed away two years ago, Ramsay Snow, the illegitimate son, was brought back to the Dreadfort. It seemed that he was preparing to be raised as an heir.

   However, the **** son of the Dreadfort has a bad reputation, and Theon has heard rumors of some cruel behaviors about this person before.

   Didn't expect this Reek to be Ramsay Snow's attendant.

   From this point of view, the Dreadfort has also begun to be dishonest.

   I just don’t know if the illegitimate son of the Dreadfort is causing trouble this time, or the Earl of the Dreadfort is secretly planning something.

   "Is it Ramsay's idea that you help me like this? Or is it Lord Luce's arrangement?" Theon asked.

  Reek smiled: "No, I just want to help you."

   This is an ambitious guy. Theon thought to himself.

  However, he just needed such a helper.

  Besides, this Reek has a good brain, so it's just right to subdue him and make him his subordinate.

"Reek, you can follow me from now on." Theon said, "That Ramsay Snow is just an illegitimate son of the Dreadfort, what is the future of following him. And I am the only son of the King of the Iron Islands. Now I have captured Winterfell again, and sooner or later the entire Northern Territory will fall under my control!"

   "Yes, my lord." Reek smiled flatteringly, "That's exactly what I want."

   When the two walked out of the dungeon, they saw that Winterfell was already in chaos.

  There were killings, flames and blood everywhere, and countless ironmen rushed to the streets, looting wantonly.

   Crying and scolding came into Theon's ears, making his heart tremble slightly.

  Seeing those familiar people being abused wantonly, for a moment, Theon wanted to restrain the ironmen and let them stop the looting.

   But his mouth moved, he did not issue such an order after all.

  The Ironborn were born to plunder, and not even the King of the Iron Islands can change that.

  Theon tried to get used to this.

  He's not a direwolf, he's a sea monster.

   Entering the castle hall, Theon was immediately greeted with a series of curses.

   "Theon! It really is you! You betrayed Winterfell!"

   "Damn chameleon!"

   "Lord Ed will chop off your head and hang it at the gate of the city!"

  …

  Theon blushed, stepped forward and kicked the knights who scolded the most to the ground.

"What right do you have to scold me!" shouted Theon. "Ed Stark snatched me from my parents' arms with a sword! I was a hostage! Always! You never trusted I!"

   "But Lord Eddard never took you as a hostage." Maester Luwin said, "He treats you the same as his own son. You know it yourself."

  Yes, Theon couldn't deny that, even he couldn't deny that he once admired the Duke of Winterfell and dreamed of becoming a man like him.

   "Maester Luwin." Theon's tone slowed down a bit, "I don't want to make things too ugly. I will marry Sansa so that we can truly become a family."

  Thinking of the cute and beautiful appearance of the Duke's eldest daughter, Theon's heart burned.

   "How could Lord Ed marry Miss Sansa to a sea monster?"

   "A chameleon like you still wants to marry Miss Sansa, bah!"

   "Do you think that you will become the king of the North by conquering Winterfell by tricks?"

   "When Lord Ed returns with his army, you will die!"

  Then's words immediately attracted a burst of ridicule.

  He swung his long sword angrily, and asked his subordinates: "Have you found Mrs. Caitlin? I want to ask her opinion! Maybe she is more sensible and willing to marry her daughter to me."

  An ironman shrugged and said, "Mrs. Caitlin was not found."

   "Didn't replace it?" Theon frowned. "What about Duke Ed's other two sons? Bran and Rickon, a cripple, and a kid who always likes to eat walnuts."

   "Not found either."

  Theon frowned even tighter. He turned to Maester Luwin and said, "Do you know where they have gone? You better tell me obediently, if the ironborn replace them first, it will be difficult for me to guarantee their safety."

Maester Luwin shook his head: "I'm sorry, Theon, I don't know where Madam Caitlin and the two young masters have gone. However, Lord Ed will definitely bring someone back after hearing the news. If you are smart, lead the army quickly Withdraw to the Iron Islands, lest..."

Snapped!

  Theon slapped Maester Luwin across the face.

   But looking at the blood on the corner of the mouth and the contempt in the eyes of the teacher who taught him how to read and write, Xi En gasped angrily, and felt that there was an unknown fire in his chest that he had nowhere to vent.

  At this time Reek stepped forward quietly and whispered in his ear:

   "Lord Theon, fear is the best way to rule."

   Yes, fear!

  Theon thought to himself, I am still too kind, so these people are not afraid of me.

   Looking at the hateful gazes in front of him, the killing intent in his heart began to churn.

  Theon held the sword tightly, but he still couldn't make up his mind to kill. Finally, his eyes locked on Beth Cassel.

   This girl is the daughter of Ser Roderick Cassel, the coach of Winterfell, and she was also the object of Theon's secret admiration, but at that time Beth had never looked at the proton from the Iron Islands.

   But not now.

  Amidst the girl's screams and the angry curses of everyone in Winterfell, Theon picked up Beth and walked straight into the room that belonged to Duke Ed.

  Although the northern border is freezing cold, hot spring water flows through the walls of Winterfell, and the room is as warm as spring, and the Duke's bedroom is the warmest one.

  Theon stripped Beth naked, threw her onto the gorgeous feather bed, and jumped on it.

  From the screaming and crying girl, he finally found the feeling he wanted, the feeling of controlling everything.

   That's the taste of power.

   makes him intoxicated.

boom!

  The door of the room was roughly kicked open.

  Theon cursed loudly, but when he turned around, he saw his sister Asha standing at the door, looking at him with undisguised contempt.

"what are you doing?"

   "When they wanted to take you away, I should have slit your throat." Asha said, "In this way, you will always be that innocent and lovable little boy in my heart."

   "Get out!" Theon roared, "This is the salt concubine I snatched! Don't worry about it! Get out!"

  Asha did not leave, but stood at the door, folded her arms and said:

   "Of course I have no objection if you want to **** the salt concubine. It's just that you can't work here now, because we are leaving."

  Theon was stunned for a moment, his face full of doubts: "Let's go? What do you mean?"

"Retreat. When I was in Torrhen's Square, I told you that my father had asked us to withdraw from the northern border. I came to Winterfell with you just to plunder, and now we have everything. Why don't you run away?"

   "Why?" Theon yelled unwillingly, "We have already occupied Winterfell, why run?"

   "We were able to capture Winterfell because the northern army was fighting the lions in the south. If they come back..."

"They can't come back!" Theon said, "As long as we send people to capture Cailin Bay, the southern army will never come back! Winterfell is ours, and sooner or later, the entire northern border will be ours !"

Asha laughed and said: "Oh, my naive brother, you really haven't changed on this point. People in the northern border will not accept the rule of the Ironborn. You go out and see for yourself. Those people look at us with only hatred and contempt. , we cannot rule this land."

   "Who said that! As long as I marry Eddard Stark's daughter, I can rule the North!"

   Asha shrugged: "Okay, then you can rule here yourself, I'm going back."

   "Then you leave some manpower for me!" Theon shouted, "I will let you, let my father see, that I can rule this land!"