Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Snow covered the Golden Mountains, this is probably what it means

As always, Confu Malkor did not wear the standard armor that the Knights of the Bloody Gate should have, but instead wore a bachelor's long cloth robe, looking at the mountains outside the Bloody Gate City shrouded by the sunset.

A few days ago, these mountains were only white on the top, but now the snow has spread to the mountainside, like a king's dress under the golden sun.

He held a letter sent from Harrenhal in his hand, which was full of words he could not understand.

"The Green Man Enters the Valley", "Children of the Forest", "The Thousand Faces Island".

In short, Duke Artis seemed to be going to greet and escort a group of weirdos from the myth.

It was really like seeing a White Walker. Confu Malkor smoothed the wrinkles on the envelope again and again, blew a breath of hot air, and carefully stuffed it into the seam of his bachelor's robe.

"Are you kidding?" Punk's voice was hoarse, as if he had been wrapped in the cold wind for a long time. He shook his beard, and his whole body was in standard guard plate armor. The red Blood Gate logo appeared on the surface of the Malkor family emblem of the Old Anchorage. The sky blue cloak was soaked in snow and attached to his back.

"Lord Nestor Royce let you act as the Blood Gate Knight because he values ​​you!" Punk's beard was shaking with anger, "It is to let you show your face in front of more nobles. It is a reward for you to open terraces in the Mingyue Mountains and settle the mountain clans. You are so good! You wear a bachelor's robe all day long, and you don't look like a canyon knight at all!"

Kefu Malkor still had a familiar handful of soil in his hand, mixed with crop seeds, "Duke Attis led his troops to the battle, and most of the Blood Gate's troops were withdrawn. The castle has less than 100 people to guard it. "The castle is guarded by the guards, and most of them face the valley road. Can't I stay here and look back at the mountains of the Eyrie and the Gates of the Moon?"

"Enough!" Punk waved his hand impatiently and looked up at the sun in the sky. "It's almost time. You have to put on your armor and go out of the Bloody Gate to meet the people."

Cofu Malkor stopped talking nonsense, nodded and walked into the castle, changed into a standard set of plate armor, rode on a warhorse, opened the Bloody Gate, followed by Punk and a dozen cavalrymen, with the flag of the Arryn family flying behind them, and ran down the mountain.

The children of the forest, one by one, lined up side by side, with various leaf skirts hanging around their waists, and looked up at the Bloody Gate cavalrymen who came.

Punk stared, his eyes stretched to the maximum, staring at the short children of the forest like a pair of flounders.

Cofu Malkor held the reins and looked back at the cavalrymen who were following him and were equally shocked.

"Where am I?" This was the first sentence the acting Bloody Knight said after confirming that the cavalry behind him was human and not a ghost.

The chandelier slowly descended, and in the middle was a red-hot iron cage, with the dragon egg safely inside.

The sky-blue dragon egg was squirming, and the mist of hot steam was rolling around.

"Green Maester" Hong Man walked around the dragon egg several times, rubbing her lips with her slender fingers.

The red-robed woman Melisandre sat on a chair nearby, with a cushion on her back, and looked at Hong Man vigilantly.

"The curse of Harrenhal is an unavoidable problem," Melisandre said, "I wanted to seek knowledge under the guidance of the Lord of Light, but I didn't expect." Her wine-red eyes flashed with luster, looking at the seemingly unreliable Green Maester.

Hong Man raised his eyebrows at her proudly, "The Thousand Faces Island is the place with the most fish beam trees in the south. The power of the gods is still useful, and the power of the East Continent cannot penetrate." He continued to stare at the dragon egg, his eyes never shifted, until Hong Man frowned. "Tell me, impolite red robe woman," Hong Man said, "what ritual did you try to use to awaken the dragon?" "Robb Stark's blood of the king, leeches that feed on blood with sea water, and," Melisandre said, looking around, "this huge Hundred Hearth Hall in Harrenhal as the venue for the ceremony" "What happened?" Melisandre did not answer, but looked at Artis. Seeing the latter nodded slightly, she continued: "I don't know if the ritual went wrong or what, the blood pool filled the hall, forming an illusion, the magic The dragon awakens, obviously with an evil spirit," Melisandre emphasized the last word, "but the illusion is still an illusion."

Hong Man smiled with satisfaction, he suddenly jumped up and stamped his feet, "I thought you had the same brain as these stupid humans, but I didn't expect that you have solved most of the problems for me!"

He spread his arms and circled the Hundred Furnaces Hall, "For many people, dragon flame is magic, and this cursed black castle is simply a holy place for magic."

"Slaughterhouse" Melisandre simply translated the word "holy place".

Attis nodded. All the magic he had seen so far required human blood or sacrifice as an inducement. If a place is a holy place for magic, then I'm afraid that at least one massacre has occurred in this place.

"So," Attis asked, "Can dragon eggs be hatched?"

"Not only can it, but it will be very fast." The green man maester said confidently.

"What is the principle?" This is Melisandre's question.

Hongman raised her mouth, raised her nose high, and her words were full of pride. "Magic complements each other. Even in the current situation of scarcity, there is always a certain balance. The weirwood is the will of the old gods, and it is also the green Through the eyes of the prophet, when the Children of the Forest on Thousand Faces Island begin to move away with their families, many of the weirwood trees here will be abandoned, or even uprooted. The checks and balances with the curse of Harrenhal will disappear, and the magic here will disappear in an instant. It will penetrate the entire Westeros. The dragon is indeed a dragon. It has innate wisdom. It knows that it can nourish itself here and has no choice to break the egg."

He carefully placed his hands next to the dragon egg and sighed.

"I thought the ceremony would be more onerous, and might even involve the pregnant woman's unborn child." Melisandre knew she had spilled the beans and quickly stopped herself.

Attis glanced at her and finally understood why the red-robed woman was so interested in the fetus of the Young Wolf Lord's wife.

"When the venue of the ceremony is in such a weird castle, all imaginable sacrifices can be simplified." Hongman's tone suddenly became awe-inspiring, and her tone became much lower.

The wall panel above the head suddenly made a soft sound, the stationary chandelier hovered, and the surrounding fireworks fireplace in the Hundred Furnaces Hall also swayed as if being blown by the wind.

Hong Man was startled and took a few steps back in a hurry.

Artis looked at the ceiling panel and told calmly: "It's just that the craftsman accidentally made a heavy move."

Finally, he set his sights on the dragon egg and reached out to touch it, but he stopped in mid-air.

"A dragon has been hatched. Without the blood of the Dragon King of Valyria, controlling a dragon is just a luxury." There was no sadness or joy in Attis's words, but the listener was interested. Melisandre approached him and said:

"We need Euron Greyjoy."

"Yes," Attis said firmly, "You are right, but before that, the affairs of King's Landing must be resolved first."

Little Harlin, the pyromancer, knelt on the ground and stared obsessively at the woman standing in front of him.

"I helped your Majesty keep the secret," little Harlin swallowed, and his hands began to unconsciously touch the woman's feet. He raised his head and said, "Queen Mother."

Cersei's stunning appearance appeared in Little Harlin's field of vision. She lowered her body. The ravine in front of her made Little Harlin swallow his saliva again.

"Queen Mother."

Cersei narrowed her eyes in disgust. The faces of these pyromancers were all equally ugly. If it weren't for the fact that the little Harlin in front of her had a decent appearance and mastered the art of wildfire, she would never have sacrificed her life to let him occupy such a large area. Cheap.

"Take off your clothes," Cersei ordered, like a queen, "help me continue to create wildfires and secretly hoard the wildfires that Jaime has not discovered. I will naturally give you what you want."

Cersei took off the robe that covered her whole body. As the queen mother, she was able to come to this hell place with a low profile. This young man was already at an advantage, Cersei thought to herself, placing her hand on little Harlin's head like a puppy.

Little Harlin looked at the Queen Mother's naked body with fascination. Inside the pyromancer's small cabin, the sound of the bed board creaking and shaking kept coming from outside.

At the same time, James put down his pen dipped in ink and carefully reviewed the letter he had written, feeling increasingly comfortable.

Tyrion's letter from Harrenhal is spread out safely beside the desk, which shows that he has been completely bound to Arryn. The letter clearly lays out the Lannister strategy of retreating to protect himself.

My brother deserves Casterly Rock, he deserves it. Jaime thought to himself that Attis Arryn was Myrcella's husband and would never completely break up with Lannister in any case, but now Lannister was still hindering Arryn on the Iron Throne.

Return the forces in the West to Casterly Rock, recuperate, and continue to establish a foothold in the Seven Kingdoms as the Grand Duke. Perhaps this is the way to protect yourself.

Joffrey and Tyrell were married, and Myrcella and Arryn were married. Jaime felt a sense of joy in his heart. Lannister would be able to enjoy one or two seats in the future royal council no matter what.

He wrote a text stating that the wildfires were under control and that King's Landing was safe. He invited the future Prime Minister Attis Arryn to take charge of King's Landing.

I hope this kingdom dispute can be ended quickly. James looked out the window and sighed slightly.