Chapter 719

"You're my brother-in-law?"

The Northern nobles finally understood; so that was it!

With the Starks fallen like this, the remaining Sansa became the first in line for succession.

Liu Bei clapped his hands.

His subordinates dragged Walder Frey and Roose Bolton forward.

Walder Frey shouted,

"We were working for Tywin Lannister; now that the Starks are almost all dead, there's no need for all this killing!"

Arya rushed over, stabbing Needle directly into Walder Frey's stomach.

"Bastard, you shameless, despicable old bastard!"

Walder Frey screamed incessantly.

Liu Bei shook his head.

"Walder Frey, you are truly sick; your territory is between the North and the Riverlands, you should have expected such consequences when you plotted against the nobles of both regions."

The Northern nobles roared in anger; the public's wrath was hard to defy, and all the men of House Frey were killed!

Everyone then looked at Roose Bolton.

"It's your turn!"

Roose Bolton was very calm. "My son occupies Lindongcheng; as long as you let me go, I can trade Lindongcheng for my life."

Liu Bei shook his head.

"A traitor like you should enjoy the Bolton tradition: being flayed while salted!"

"Your bastard son will soon join you, and the entire Bolton family will be wiped out, just like House Frey!"

Roose Bolton was furious.

"Tywin will not let you go!"

Liu Bei laughed.

"I am not Tywin's subordinate, and besides, his son Jaime is still in my hands, so don't you worry about it."

The weapons and supplies of Walder Frey and Roose Bolton were divided between Liu Bei and the Northern nobles.

Everyone began to discuss future matters.

Liu Bei tapped the table.

"Everyone, things have reached this point; whether it's the Lions or the Stags sitting on the Iron Throne, it doesn't matter much to the North anymore. What you need is to rest and recuperate."

Everyone nodded; Ned was dead, Robb was dead, and they had lost many people too; there was no point in continuing to fight.

Lady Dacey Mormont of Xiong Dao frowned.

"Roose Bolton's bastard son still occupies Lindongcheng."

Liu Bei coughed.

"As a friend of Sansa, I will help take back Lindongcheng."

Other Northern nobles also expressed their willingness to help.

Liu Bei formulated a simple plan with everyone: a surprise attack on Lindongcheng to catch the Bastard off guard, and so on.

Arya admired Liu Bei immensely; she had witnessed the tragic death of her family, and Liu Bei had helped them get revenge so quickly.

She pulled Liu Bei to find the Hound, who was sleeping on a haystack.

"Brother-in-law, he's the one who captured me and tried to scam a ransom."

The Hound:??

"Don't talk nonsense, little girl; if I hadn't protected you, you'd be dead long ago!"

The Hound had witnessed Liu Bei's martial prowess and knew he was no match for him, so he didn't want to provoke him.

Liu Bei said in a deep voice,

"Sandor Clegane, former Kingsguard, deserter from King's Landing, still a wanted man."

The Hound huffed.

"What, want to take me back for the bounty!"

Liu Bei shook his head.

"How many gold dragons are you worth? Do you know Jaime, Tywin's son, is still in my hands?"

The Hound curled his lip; who are you looking down on!

Liu Bei threw his sword to him.

"Let's have a fight; if you win, I'll let you go. If I win, you'll work for me."

The Hound:??

"You kicked down a gate and sent me flying with one sword strike; isn't this bullying!"

Liu Bei kicked a wooden pillar nearby, snapping it in two.

"Fine, you're my deputy from now on!"

The Hound swallowed hard; this works too?!

Soon,

he discovered he had come to the right place; this Baron Kars' subordinates were all ruffians and thugs—they couldn't have more in common!

So-called chivalry? To hell with it, there's absolutely none of that here!

Dacey Mormont, slender and heroic, not yet twenty, found Liu Bei.

"Sir Kars, thank you for saving me and the eighty-four warriors of Xiong Dao."

Liu Bei admired the loyal House Mormont and naturally admired Dacey, a beautiful and capable girl, even more.

He patted Dacey on the shoulder.

"House Mormont is loyal to the core; your uncle is the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, and the women of your family are no less heroic than men. I've heard of your cousin, Jorah Mormont, in the East."

"Oh? How is he?"

"Doing quite well; he's an important advisor to the Mother of Dragons and the Khal."

The two chatted happily; Dacey Mormont had no resistance to a man as handsome and capable as Liu Bei, especially since he was her savior.

Liu Bei invited Dacey to join him in the raid on Lindongcheng, and Dacey naturally accepted with pleasure.

Lindongcheng,

the Bastard had just finished torturing a subordinate who had made a mistake and returned to the castle to drink wine.

"This time, the old bastard killed the Starks, and the North is his for the taking!"

Although he was only Roose Bolton's bastard, he was his only son.

This time, Tywin promised to help legitimize his status; he would be a proper Count—no, a Duke's son!

"I'll find a way to marry Sansa, and then the North will be mine!"

While the Bastard was still daydreaming,

the door was kicked open, and a guard stumbled in.

"My Lord, the enemy has entered the castle!"

The Bastard:?!

"Where did the enemy come from!"

He hurriedly grabbed the crossbow beside him and rushed out!

Outside, it was already a sea of flames.

"Clop! Clop! Clop!"

Cavalry charged into the castle, killing everyone they saw; his men were routed, and just as they tried to counterattack, they were shot down by soldiers with crossbows!

Leading the charge was a man with an ugly man and a heroic woman, unstoppable.

He recognized the woman—Dacey of Xiong Dao!

The Bastard aimed his crossbow at Liu Bei and fired with a 'whoosh'!

Liu Bei had danger perception; he leaned toward Dacey and knocked the bolt to the ground!

Dacey was stunned.

"Liu, you saved my life again. We Xiong Dao women always repay our debts; don't leave tonight!"

Liu Bei:??

"So direct? Are you sure you're not trying to scam me, Miss?"

The Hound's eyes lit up; he hacked an enemy to death,