Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Paxter Redwin slumped his shoulders, and his body was no longer as strong as when he was young. He stood as straight as possible. His left leg was placed in front of the ship, his eyes calmly staring at the dim moonlight falling in the distance. on the lower curtain.

The green robe wrapped around him seemed a little thin, and the long robe was hung behind Earl Paxter. The orange hair on his bald head seemed to be pulled by human hands, and was pulled backwards into threads, one by one. Silk dances like a ball of orange fire lacking charcoal.

The wind in the Narrow Sea is fierce and the waves are high and gushing.

The sea water tore and roared toward the sky, trying to ravage the gentle moonlight hanging down.

Loras Tyrell held the sword hilt tightly. The long sword made by the blacksmith of the Reach was gorgeous but sharp. The head of the hilt was carved with a blooming rose.

The knight's plate armor covered his whole body. Although the plate armor was actually lighter than the chain mail, it did not fit visually. Loras looked much thicker when wearing it, like a half-grown boy. Climb into the Lord's armor.

"Boom!" The waves piled up and hit the warship in waves, and the sea water once overflowed the deck.

Loras couldn't help but take a step back, lowered his head and frowned. The water from the broken waves hit his face. He took off his iron gloves in disgust and scraped the water stains on his face with his wrench.

The flagship cut through the waves, and Paxter put down his legs. "Crossing this sea, the Dragonstone Fleet will be right in front of us."

"Similarly, Dragonstone will be right in front of us," the earl added.

Loras's heavy breathing even covered up the wind in his ears, "Stannis has been captured and will be sent to King's Landing for torture. The Dragonstone fleet is cut off from Dragonstone by us again. They can only Watch the wind and fall."

"I don't know who is under Stannis's command, but..." Paxter said calmly, thinking of the scene when he led the fleet to siege Storm's End. He took a deep breath, "Anyway, be careful. Stannis is against I’m not sure how much influence his subordinates will have, I just hope everything goes well.”

No one continued to speak. The Qingting Island fleet sailed majestically in the narrow sea and headed straight for Dragonstone. The only sounds left in the air were the sound of oars smashing through the waves and the flag being torn by the wind.

An unsettling dimness filled the opposite side. Paxter nodded to his men, and the flag above the flagship immediately changed direction and waved in the air.

The sound of thousands of paddles entering the water at the same time exploded melodiously, even resonating with the same rhythm as Loras's heartbeat. He took a deep breath, his palms were overflowing with sweat, and he raised his eyes to stare at the darkness in the distance, which was darker. The clumps are like black ink dripping into a turbid pool. Even though they are both black, the depth can be seen at a glance.

"Stannis's battleship, it must be." He could hear the sailors whispering. Loras looked up at the earl, who had experienced battles on the sea for a long time, but was also looking solemnly into the distance.

Beyond the darkness, the rocks of Dragonstone lay across the front like a giant dragon resting, and the towering castle was faintly visible.

But strangely, there was no light.

Paxter's hand clenched into a fist, "Fire the arrow."

The sound of the bow strings being stretched sounded in unison, almost piercing the eardrums. The officers of the archer squadrons of each ship shouted in confusion, "Pull the strings full!" !" All mixed together.

Arrows rushed towards the darkness ahead, and the sound seemed to be sucked into it and disappeared without a trace.

There were no screams, no sounds of fighting.

"Is it a bait or..." Paxter couldn't help but say.

But before he finished speaking, the count's eyes were fixed on the dark mass in the distance that looked like the outline of a warship.

The hull of the ship floats on the sea, as if it could be capsized by a wave.

"It's an empty ship!" the experienced sailor shouted loudly.

Loras stretched out his hand nervously to grab the edge of the ship's railing, his eyes widening.

The Qingting Island fleet sailed silently through the darkness, surrounded by the mess of broken and sunken wooden ships.

Paxter frowned tightly, and the wrinkles seemed to be etched on his brow.

"Where is the Dragonstone fleet?" Loras asked.

Paxter looked into the distance. There were no temporary towers of soldiers on the several islands and reefs in the narrow sea that were supposed to be garrisoned. There was no shadow of fleet defenses on the dark black sea.

He swallowed. The port of Dragonstone was not far away, but Paxter did not believe that an entire fleet would choose to give up control of Blackwater Bay.

Even without an order, every ship in the Qingting Island fleet could not help but slow down.

"Where have they gone?" I don't know which sailor missed the question, as if asking for everyone.

…

The bright red ribbon hangs at the bottom of the long black flag of the Lion Gate, like the long feathers gathered by the phoenix, lazily hanging on the open bronze city gate.

The protruding stone columns on both sides of the city gate are tied with heavy iron chains. The extension of the iron chain tightly restrains the stone lions with bloody mouths and fangs below the city gate. The special stone material makes them look blood red, like It was a hideous scar with blood oozing out.

The six stone lions have different expressions, but their eyes seem to be carefully carved. Anyone walking on the Golden Road will be trembling unconsciously and peeking at the stone lions on both sides of the road with fear, as if they have fierce eyes. Always keep an eye on yourself.

Walking into the city gate is like walking into a lion's mouth.

The Baratheon Crowned Stag banner hanging on the Lion Gate tower lowered its head dejectedly, occasionally flapping its edges when the breeze blew by.

The majestic lion, the drooping deer.

Garlan Tyrell chose to enter through this gate.

The golden rose flags of the Tyrell family entered the city gate in rows, followed by the flags of countless nobles and knights of the Reach.

There were nearly a thousand people in the team, but the number of flags exceeded three thousand.

If you look from a distance, the army is like a sea of ​​flowers, entering the lion's mouth in a line.

The soldiers of the capital garrison of the Lion Gate took off their sunshade helmets, rubbed their tired eyes, turned slightly, and looked at the army of the Reach entering King's Landing through the gaps in the battlements.

The sun shone on the armor of the knights of the Reach, flashing with reflections, making the soldiers squeeze their eyes a few times.

"You are worthy of being a knight of spring." He said enviously.

The soldier turned over and lay on his side beside the battlement, looking at the captain who was sleeping with his head drooping not far away. He sighed, became a little bolder, and stuck his head out of the battlement, staring down with wide eyes.

The pale flash of sunlight stimulated his eyes, and the soldier leaned over to look down.

A prisoner was escorted by the soldiers of the River Bend. The shackles dragged on the ground, making a continuous clanging sound. The paleness came from the only row of white hair left on the prisoner's head.

Who? The soldier wondered.

The prisoner being escorted looked obviously an old man, but his face was familiar. The soldier always felt that this face came from King's Landing. He had once belonged to the capital garrison there, and his golden robe was still brand new and shiny at that time.

Unlike now, the soldier shook his head and pulled his old golden robe with two holes in it.

The old man's beard was shaved neatly, as if he was specially served like this.

"It's time to go to the guillotine. It's not a bad thing to go to see the stranger early." The soldier couldn't help but sigh.

Just as he was sighing, the old man suddenly raised his head at the moment he walked to the Lion Gate, staring straight at him.

An inexplicable awe made him stand up and stare down in a daze.

This look... The soldier opened his mouth, but the words seemed to be on the tip of his tongue but he could not utter them.

"Stannis!"

The solemn face of King's Landing was pulled out of his memory, and the vague memories suddenly became clear because of this look.

The soldier turned his head sharply and stared at the back of the city gate.

Stannis's back was completely shrouded in the shadow of the Lion Gate, as if he had really entered the bloody mouth of a lion.

He stared at the back of the failed king. In his impression, Stannis's hair was not pale, but black, and it was surrounded behind his ears, like the shadow of a crown.

But now, the shadow of the crown has fallen into the paleness of failure.