Chapter 435: Conspiracy

The Dothraki had ventured deep into the mountains of the Westerlands along the Tumblestone River, but they found no trace of Tywin.

Tywin had escaped by boat back to the Westerlands. On the battlefield, Stannis and Eddard Stark were taken prisoner, and the whereabouts of Landon Tully were unknown.

"Roar~"

The allied forces were completely defeated and scattered. The Dothraki, like pig catchers, had captured over twenty thousand prisoners.

The morale of the allied forces was completely shattered by the dragons, giants, and these barbarians. Due to a shortage of ropes, many captured soldiers were not bound, only their armor and weapons were confiscated.

Even a single Dothraki rider could make dozens of defeated soldiers lay down their weapons, surrender their armor, and obediently surrender.

These dozens of men were not bound, but they still acted like walking corpses, not daring to flee or resist, following behind the Dothraki's horses as prisoners.

There were many such exaggerated scenes. In the end, many of these allied soldiers were not real soldiers, but strong men temporarily recruited to deal with the White Walkers. They could fight when the wind was in their favor, but they would collapse at the first sign of adversity.

Although many prisoners were captured after the defeat of the allied forces outside Riverrun, many soldiers still managed to escape.

They fled into the woods and deep mountains, disappearing without a trace, and later became the main trouble in the Riverlands.

After the defeat of the allied forces, those who could escape escaped, and those who could be captured were captured. However, Robert Baratheon, the King of the Seven Kingdoms, who was seriously injured, could not go anywhere.

Riverrun was surrounded on three sides, and he was trapped in the city, unable to leave, like a bird in a cage.

As night fell, it gradually enveloped the entire battlefield.

The Targaryen army, which had been fighting fiercely all day, began to withdraw, slowly retreating to their main camp with numerous prisoners.

Riverrun, from beginning to end, kept its gates closed, with no movement coming out, as if waiting for death. The air was filled with a heavy atmosphere, completely falling into silence.

The night sky was deep.

The torches on the walls of Riverrun burned with flames, dispelling the surrounding darkness and emitting light.

The soldiers of the Riverlands, wearing armor, were patrolling the city walls, guarding against a night attack by the Targaryen army.

However, every one of them had a distracted look on their faces. It was clear that the day's battle on the banks of the Red Fork had a great impact on the defenders. Everyone in Riverrun was in a state of panic.

A weak, pale-skinned man was on duty on the city wall. He was wearing a large suit of armor, but it could not hide his bulging belly.

Winter had just left, and spring had not been here for long. The night temperature in Riverrun was not warm but rather chilly. However, this fat man kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Lord Mooton."

At this time, a soldier from the Riverlands, holding a torch, came up the stairs from the city wall. His eyes were a bit evasive, and then he called out.

William Mooton is the Count of Maidenpool, the current head of the Mooton family. His brother, Myles Mooton, was once Prince Rhaegar's squire.

William is naturally weak and lacks ability. If it weren't for the situation, he would never come to the front line.

However, he didn't expect that he would come to the battlefield reluctantly, and before he could see the White Walkers, they were defeated.

William Mooton was initially relieved that he had escaped a disaster, and at the same time, he was secretly grateful to Viserys for repelling the White Walkers.

"Long live him."

But William didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, Duke Tywin tried to assassinate Viserys, and the short-lived alliance between the Dragon and the Stag broke out in a fierce battle. The allied forces were defeated by the dragons and barbarians and were chased from Twins all the way to Riverrun.

Under these circumstances, William Mooton followed the army in a state of displacement and fled back to Riverrun.

At this time, someone called his name, and William Mooton was slightly stunned, then turned his head to see a soldier from the Riverlands' Bracken family.

The other party whispered a few words in his ear, and William Mooton's chubby cheeks immediately changed color.

Then he looked into the other's eyes to make sure he wasn't being deceived, and then he finally nodded.

"Alright."

"I understand."

Then William Mooton's belly fat trembled slightly, and he seriously instructed the guards on the city wall to not slack off, to stay here, to keep their eyes open, and then followed the soldier down from the city wall.

However, what he didn't notice was that a Tully family soldier with a silver trout emblem on his chest was watching their retreating figures, his brows slightly furrowed, and a trace of suspicion in his eyes.

Then he also came down from the city wall, hurriedly heading towards the position of the Sept in Riverrun.

This Sept was built by Hoster Tully for his wife Minisa Whent in her beloved garden. He had just heard that Lord Tully was praying in the Sept at this moment.

On the other hand.

William Mooton followed the soldier's steps through the twists and turns in Riverrun, arriving outside a particularly secluded small room.

There were two guards who seemed to be chatting casually, but in fact, their eyes were vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

They saw the person who came with Lord Mooton, exchanged glances, and nodded to each other.

Then the soldier who had led William Mooton here also looked around vigilantly, then reached out to push open the door in front of him, inviting the Lord of Maidenpool to enter.

And William Mooton didn't hesitate, panting slightly as he walked in. At this moment, many people had gathered in the room, most of them were nobles of the Riverlands and many landed knights.

The Lord Paramount of the Riverlands had summoned all his vassals to garrison in Riverrun, so a large number of Riverlands nobles were hoarded in Riverrun.

However, these people gathering together at this juncture certainly meant no good.

"Lord William has arrived, welcome."

And the somewhat bald Lord of Stone Hedge, Jonos Bracken, stood up from his chair and clapped.

With his lead, the rest of the nobles and knights in the small room also clapped absent-mindedly.

"Welcome, Lord Mooton."

However, William Mooton took a deep breath and waved his hand irritably.

"Don't give me that, Jonos."

"Speak quickly if you have something to say, and let it out if you have to fart. What do you want me to do by calling me here?"

The two were old acquaintances, having once visited brothels together and knew each other well. Therefore, when Jonos sent

someone to find him in this situation, William Mooton immediately realized something.

And Jonos Bracken, seeing his old friend being so straightforward, didn't hesitate anymore.

"Well..."

Then he openly laid out his plan.