Although Old Yorek was merely a 'witness,' he experienced the joy of a 'nurturing system.'
In the beginning, Jon only had him and Tormien by his side.
At most, there were a few Winterfell officers.
Whenever a meeting was held, the tent always felt a bit desolate.
But now, it was different.
Jon's war tent was filled with people.
There were members of the mountain clans and noble knights whom Jon had rescued during the Battle of the Green Fork.
When Jon entered, everyone stood up and saluted.
Only after he took his seat at the head of the table did the others dare to sit down.
Throughout this process, Sola's bright blue eyes never left Jon.
After Jon sat down, he looked at Old Yorek and asked,
"Are all the armors Robb gave us ready?"
"They are ready, my lord. The tribal warriors can be re-equipped tomorrow."
As he spoke, Old Yorek had one of his attendants come in wearing Lannister armor to display it to everyone.
Although it was quite ordinary in the eyes of the knightly nobles, the tribal warriors expressed great satisfaction.
Currently, the forces directly under Jon's command were approaching 3,500 men.
Not many of the more than 3,000 sets of armor Robb sent remained.
"Lord Jon, are we going to war?"
Harken had now accepted Jon's new identity.
As for the dragon eggs on the mountain, he himself was Jon's, let alone those dragon eggs he couldn't even touch.
He was too lazy to think about them anymore.
The elders of the clan tribes were right; they had been driven to the mountains.
As long as Jon could find them a suitable plain to live on in the future, nothing else mattered.
"Yes, but not now."
Jon was showing everyone a topographical map of Darry City and its surrounding areas.
Jon pointed at the map and said to everyone,
"I want to secretly set up some fortifications and traps here, here, and here, and ambush some men."
Although Jon's plan was somewhat complex, his excellent communication skills ensured that these 'officers,' who were all products of prenatal education, could understand him.
Since it was confirmed that the Mountain would attack Darry City, Jon decided to set an ambush.
He was Tywin's sharpest claw, and Jon's goal was to kill him.
This way, if he had to fight a decisive battle with the Westerlands army in the future, he wouldn't have to consider this 'stat monster'...
In the Westerlands army camp, the banners of various families hung somewhat dejectedly.
The entire camp exuded an atmosphere of anxiety and unease.
Tywin's goal in summoning them was to seek justice for Tyrion, and attacking the Riverlands was to punish Catelyn's unreasonable actions.
The soldiers, of course, didn't care about that.
They plundered, burned, and killed in the Riverlands, enjoying themselves immensely.
But recently, things had been amiss.
They had heard that Jaime had been captured, and the Northern army blocking them remained as solid as a rock.
Their invincible momentum was directly broken.
Then, Robb, Renly, and Stannis successively declared themselves kings.
Stannis on Dragonstone could be disregarded for now.
But Renly had allied with Highgarden and was approaching with an army of 100,000.
Everyone felt uneasy.
Many even entertained the thought of returning to the Westerlands.
To the west of the Westerlands was the Sunset Sea, to the east were the weak Riverlands, and to the south were the not-so- 전투-inclined Reach armies.
As long as they guarded the Westerlands' gateway, 'Golden Tooth,' they could rest easy.
Just as the soldiers were longing for the Westerlands, a tall figure passed through the camp.
Everyone knew that was Lord Tywin's sharpest spear — the Mountain, Ser Gregor Clegane!
Tywin summoning him must mean an order was to be given.
However, unfortunately, the Mountain only liked to fight people, not talk to them, so no one went up to ask; they could only watch him head towards his own camp.
Some Westerlands lords also seized the opportunity to send men to observe the Mountain's movements.
If Tywin's attack on the Riverlands was to retaliate against Catelyn's actions, and others were to fulfill their feudal obligations, then the Mountain purely enjoyed the process.
He loved killing too much!
Most people kill when they are unhappy; the Mountain becomes unhappy if he doesn't kill!
And Tywin seemed to like the Mountain, this sharp and 'cruel' sword.
The vanguard harassing the Riverlands was led by the Mountain.
The entire Westerlands army's attention was focused on Tywin's massive tent.
The Mountain soon left Tywin, and the lords quickly learned that the Mountain had departed with five hundred heavily armored troops and three hundred retainers!
"They actually sent out heavily armored troops! I wonder what Lord Tywin is planning."
"It must be a very important plan. The Mountain and his heavily armored troops are Lord Tywin's treasures.
These five hundred men are more useful on the battlefield than five thousand."
Heavy cavalry were the tanks of this era.
Unless dragons were resurrected, their charge was unstoppable.
Of course, Jon's water attack that day was a special case, which most people wouldn't consider.
The Mountain quickly left Tywin's central army, and everyone hoped they could bring an inspiring victory.
As soon as the Mountain returned to his camp, the soldiers in the camp noticeably felt the air grow tense.
Those who were chatting immediately fell silent.
Those practicing martial arts or sharpening weapons all stopped.
That tension was like phlegm stuck in everyone's throat, unable to be swallowed or coughed up.
Even the air felt a bit agitated.
The Mountain's camp was the quietest in the entire Westerlands army.
Especially when he was present, the soldiers would even tread very lightly.
The Mountain disliked noise; he once killed an attendant simply because the man's snoring woke him up.
The Mountain ordered his officers to be assembled.
His pockmarked attendant, seeing him arrive, immediately brought him a cup of poppy milk.
What others didn't know was that the Mountain suffered from headaches.
Loud noises would worsen his headaches.
But killing and fighting could help him relieve them.
This man was truly 'unhappy if he didn't kill'!
If he didn't kill, he could only rely on poppy milk for pain relief.
The Mountain gulped down the poppy milk, then said to everyone,
"Order the heavily armored troops to prepare to attack Darry City!
Darry City and Stone Hedge must be in our hands!"
"Yes, my lord."
At the Mountain's command, the entire camp sprang into action.
Everyone was terrified of him.
Not to mention the attendant who lost his life for snoring.
His castle was also terrifying.
Maids often died mysteriously.
The Mountain looked north; he already knew who had launched the water attack on him that day.
Eddard's bastard.
That day, he and his heavily armored troops should have secured victory with their warhammers, but Jon had smeared mud all over his face.
He had repeatedly asked Tywin that if there was an opportunity, he must be allowed to fight Jon directly.
However, he also knew that their side's situation didn't seem very good.
The Mountain only hoped that Jon would appear when he was supporting and attacking these two castles; only with Jon's blood could he vent his anger.
Two men with old grudges were already sharpening their blades.