Chapter 235 Sea Monster

After the end of the long summer, the northern border is getting colder every day.

The further north you go, the more so.

The broad White Knife River has been covered with a thick layer of solid ice, allowing the army to pass through.

Theon Greyjoy knew that after crossing the river and walking along the King's Road for another two days, he would reach Winterfell.

However, he did not feel the joy of returning home.

It's not his home.

Theon once thought so, but unfortunately, no one else thought so.

He is the adopted son of Duke Ed Stark, but he bears the surname of the sea monster family after all.

And his father, Balon Greyjoy, once again declared himself King of the Iron Islands, and sent troops to plunder the North.

Theon can feel the rejection and disgust of everyone around him. Sir Roderick, who taught him swordsmanship, and Robb Stark, who was as close to him as a brother...even once regarded as his real father Lord Eddard Stark.

On the banks of the Trident River, he really wanted to stay and fight for Duke Ed, but unfortunately he was rejected.

Northern people do not trust themselves.

It's ridiculous that he grew up in Winterfell, and he naively thought that he was also a member of the Northern Territory.

But after all, people still see him as an ironborn.

Snapped-

Someone patted the shoulder, and Theon came back to his senses, and saw Robb Stark handing over a water bag, saying:

"Warm up with some wine."

"Okay." Theon took it and took a big gulp. He really felt the warmth from head to toe, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

Robb also smiled: "Don't think about it, your father is your father, and you are you. I have always regarded you as my brother."

Theon smiled wider, showing eight teeth.

At this moment, the sentry came back and reported that they found the army going south from Winterfell ahead.

After waiting for a while, they saw Ser Jory Cassel, Captain of the Winterfell Guards, appearing on the King's Road leading an army of 300 men.

After the two sides met, Sir Jory said:

"Master Robb, we have received a request for help from Torrhen's Square City. They are being attacked by the Ironborn."

Having said that, he involuntarily glanced at Theon.

Theon bit his cheek and didn't speak.

Robb immediately said: "The Ironmen have already reached Torrhen Square City? I will go with you to support!"

Sir Roderick immediately stopped him: "Lord Ed said that you must stay at Winterfell. Well, I will take another 300 people with Jory to support Torrhen's Square."

Robb thought of his father's advice, so he could only nod.

And at this moment, Theon suddenly said: "Please let me go with you to support!"

Roderick frowned subconsciously, and then asked Robb with his eyes.

Robb looked at Theon's firm gaze, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and said:

"good."

Theon waved his whip excitedly, turned the horse's head and headed west.

A group of people left the King's Road and headed for Torun Square City.

After traveling for four days, seeing that they were approaching Torrhen's Square, Sir Jory ordered the camp to be set up, and at the same time sent sentry cavalry to check the situation.

But when the sentinel came back, he brought a surprise news.

"Is the ironborn withdrawing?"

"Yes, my lord. Not only the iron people in Torrhen's Square City have withdrawn, but also the iron people in the area around the Rock Coast, Saltspear Beach, and Kraken Point."

"Why withdraw the troops? Isn't King Balon planning to continue fighting with the northern border?"

"have no idea."

All the northerners looked at each other, and Theon was also dumbfounded.

For a while, he didn't know whether he should be happy or depressed.

"My lord, Earl Tauhar of Torun Square City invites you to rest in the city."

Jory looked at the already dark sky and the camp that had been built behind him, and said:

"Today is too late, we will visit again tomorrow."

"good."

Theon left the tent, ate some dry food, and retreated into the tent to rest.

Can toss and turn but can't fall asleep.

The ironborn retreated, which should be good news for him, and he would not have to attack his own people.

But in this way, he could not prove his loyalty to the northerners.

Just as Theon was tossing and turning, there was a sudden commotion outside the tent.

He didn't pay attention at first, but the commotion grew and gradually turned into shouts and screams

"The Ironborn is coming! The Ironborn is coming!"

Theon rushed out of the tent suddenly, and saw that the camp was full of flames, killing and blood everywhere.

When the twilight of the morning sun dispelled the darkness, the northern captives were gathered in a corner of the camp and surrounded by wooden fences.

"I am really the son of King Balon!" Theon moved his body, came to the wooden fence, and called out, "Really! My name is Theon Greyjoy. Who is your commander? Tell him my name, he must know!"

Sir Jory scolded angrily: "Theon! Lord Ed has raised you for more than ten years! He treats you like his own son..."

"Fucking son!" Theon turned back and shouted at the captain of the Winterfell guards, "I am the son of King Balon! Eddard Stark took me as a hostage!"

After finishing speaking, he continued to shout to the ironmen outside.

After a while, a female ironman finally came over, cut the rope on Theon's body with the dagger at her waist, and led him out of the prison camp.

"Is your commander finally willing to see me?" Theon asked as he limped along.

"Yes." The female ironman led him to a tent.

But there is no one else in the account.

Theon wondered: "Who is your commander? Has he not come yet?"

The female iron man took out a bandage, "The commander asked me to bandage the wound for you first."

"Okay. By the way, who is your commander? Aeron Damphair? Or Victarion?"

"You'll find out later."

Theon curled his lips, a little dissatisfied with the woman's pretending to be mysterious.

At this time, he had the time to look at the female ironman in front of him. She has a slender figure, slender legs, weather-beaten skin and strong arms. She is a real ironborn.

Her face is thin, not particularly beautiful, but she has a pair of charming eyes.

"What's your name?" Theon asked.

"Isgrid."

"Isgrid, do you know who I am?"

"Didn't you say it yourself, the son of King Balon, Theon Greyjoy." The woman smiled.

This sweet smile immediately captured Theon's heart.

"Since you know, then you still treat me better."

The woman showed a charming smile again: "Master Theon, you are so hurt that you still have the heart to make fun of it?"

"This injury is nothing to a true iron race." Theon straightened his back, "And I am the prince of the Iron Islands! The future king of the Iron Islands!"

"Okay, okay, Your Royal Highness."

Theon couldn't resist touching her arm.

She didn't dodge.

He had to make an inch to hug her waist.

"Your Highness, I'm married." The woman reminded, but she still didn't escape, "And she's just pregnant."

Theon glanced at the woman's belly, then somehow became more excited.

"By the Drowned God," said Theon, "what lucky fool married you?"

"I am Siegling's wife."

"Sieglin?" Theon tried hard to recall the name, only remembering that it seemed to be a shipbuilder from the Iron Islands, "It's a waste for you to marry him."

"Really?" The woman smiled charmingly again, "Then who should I marry? You?"

That's not okay. Theon thought to himself, how could he marry a commoner.

But it is okay to be a lover.

"Dear Isgrid." Theon boldly put his arms around the woman, and was about to find her lips, "People in the Green Land say that a woman favored by a prince will give birth to noble blood."

"Really? But I already have lowly blood in my stomach."

"I can make it noble."

"Really?" The woman reached out to untie the man's pants.

"Of course!" Theon couldn't be more excited, but just as he was about to go further, the woman suddenly broke free.

Then's pants fell to the ground, and he wondered, "What's wrong?"

"Look at your ugly appearance, brother." The woman seemed to be a different person, pointing at Theon's naked lower body, with contempt in her eyes, "I didn't expect you to learn these things in Winterfell for so many years."

"Brother, younger brother?" Theon was stunned, and the appearance of the woman in front of him suddenly merged with the already blurred face in his memory.

No! impossible! She can't be Asha!

"What's the matter, brother, you don't know me anymore?" Asha Greyjoy twirled the dagger quickly between her fingers, "Don't you want to meet the commander-in-chief of this army? I am."

"No! Impossible!" Theon was still trying to deny reality, "What about the acne on your face?"

"When the **** is mature, the acne will disappear." The sharp dagger was flying between Asha's fingers, getting faster and faster, which was thrilling to watch.

Xion realized the reality now, and hurriedly put on his pants:

"Why didn't you tell me sooner!"

"Then how can I know what kind of person you are now? Good brother, it seems that the famous wolf king of the North has not taught you anything good."

Then recalled what he had done just now, and felt ashamed and angry.

"Didn't you withdraw your troops? Why did you come back again? Is the withdrawal a fake?" Theon just wanted to change the subject quickly.

"It's true. Father did give the order to withdraw the troops. However, I heard that someone came to support Torun's square city, so I led the army back and killed the northerners by surprise. How? Am I very smart? "

Xion snorted with a sullen face, unwilling to admit her sister's excellence.

Asha laughed and said: "Don't deny it, Theon, I am the most suitable heir to father's throne, and you are just a fool who can only think with the lower body."

"Nonsense! I am my father's only son! The first heir to the King of the Iron Islands!" Theon cried.

Asha looked disdainful: "You have been raised in Winterfell for more than ten years, so you are already a wolf?"

"Of course not!" Theon suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and said, "It's nothing if you just defeated a northern army. I can capture Winterfell!"

The dagger flying between Asha's fingers suddenly stopped: "What did you say?"

Theon raised his chest again, with a smug smile on his face:

"I said, I can capture Winterfell!"

(end of this chapter)