Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire
Chapter 312: Dragon Dream and Enticing the Enemy
"No one is more arrogant than the Citadel." - Dr. Marwyn
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The tired throne, the curled iron sheet, the thorns forged from the sword of the Seven Kingdoms removed their hideous veils and became limp.
Curled under the throne is also a hunchbacked king.
In the huge throne room, the emblems of blood and fire are crawling on the ground.
The red dragon of Targaryen is blocked by the solid pillars of the throne room, and the projected shadow covers its surface, looming, facing the tired throne and the hunchbacked king.
"Who are you?" Attis found himself in the shadow behind the pillar. He couldn't help but open his mouth, as if to break free from the darkness, staring at the brightly shining Iron Throne, lowering his eyes, and speaking to the hunchbacked king.
No one spoke.
The hunchbacked king raised his face, pale and weak.
He was wearing a black dress, with a short beard that was neither thick nor thin. In the light, it looked like his chin was covered with a layer of uncured silver paint, which was in danger of falling off.
A ghost howled in the throne room: "King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, Aegon III of the Targaryen family!"
"Aegon the Dragon?" Atis blurted out. The portrait in the book looked like the person in front of him, just like the Children of the Forest shook hands with him and swore an oath. History shone into reality, and the ballads and epics sung by the minstrels became the people and things in front of him.
Behind the Iron Throne, a dragon whose body occupied most of the wall lay there, with wounds left by the bombardment of strong crossbows all over his body, dying.
Blue body and silver wings, Atis remembered the description in the picture album in the book.
"Storm," Atis said, "Is this your majesty's dragon?" Although the Targaryens had been destroyed, he still respectfully called Aegon III the king.
Aegon III lowered his head and stared at him.
After staring for a long time, Attis realized that he was looking behind him, as if no one saw him standing here.
He turned his head and saw a green dragon, crying weakly, with deformed wings that looked like they were not fully developed, curled up there, protecting five dragon eggs.
"The last dragon." Attis knew it, the last dragon that died a century ago.
"Your Majesty," the Grand Maester bowed, and Attis watched him walk into the throne room, "The magician you hired from the East Continent has arrived."
"Help me hatch the dragon," Aegon III said, "the reward is up to them."
Red robed monk, Qarth wizard, old priest sitting on a giant turtle
"Let's see, respected King of Westeros." The wizard spoke first, his blue lips seemed to be filled with sugar.
Aegon looked at him suspiciously and stood up, "Please."
When the few people were communicating, Attis only felt that the air around him was squeezing him, forcing him to have difficulty breathing.
The last dragon and Aegon's "Storm Cloud" quickly dried up, and time seemed to be turning over in front of them. Only Aegon and several Eastern "magicians" around him had no trace of time passing on their faces.
The dragon turned into a dry skeleton, with a thin skin wrapped around it. The red monk, the wizard and the old priest lowered their heads to observe.
"It's over." The wizard said.
"What's over?" Aegon asked.
The red monk sat on the ground and looked up at the stove in the corner of the throne room.
"No," the red monk said sadly, "I still can't see anything."
The old priest turned his head, and the giant turtle looked tired and smiled, as if saying goodbye.
"No chance, old friend." The old priest sighed alone and shook his head continuously.
"The magic is gone," the wizard said, standing there dully, "we can't continue to communicate, only..."
"What can't be communicated?" asked the Grand Maester.
The red-robed monk looked at the flames, "It is impossible to communicate with the true God."
"What the inheritance said is right. This is like a tide, one rises and the other falls. No one can beat time, not even dragons."
The Grand Scholar looked at this group of Eastern "magicians" who pretended to be in front of the king, and his heart was full of ridicule. He looked down at the skeletons of these dragons and the dragon eggs that were about to become fossils.
What tides, what time, the Academy has studied dragons for such a long time, is it not as good as the views of these foreigners who are probably seeing dragons for the first time in their lives?
"Your Majesty," the red-robed monk stood up and took a last sad look at the bonfire, "I am afraid that dragons will not be hatched within a hundred years"
Aegon III did not speak, sitting silently on the Iron Throne, watching these people talking nonsense. He was used to seeing some liar wizards who only knew some magic tricks. He waved his hand, "Forget it, you can leave."
The three priests looked at each other, hostile to each other, but there was more helplessness in their eyebrows to accept their fate. They bowed and left the throne room together.
The Grand Maester watched their backs disappear in front of the door, turned around, saw the lonely figure of Aegon III, just nodded slightly, and left the throne room.
Artis watched Aegon III's body sink into the Iron Throne, sinking deeper and deeper into flesh and blood until he was swallowed by the throne.
The history of the Targaryen Dynasty began to turn over from then on, one king after another, Daeron the Young Dragon King, Baelor "Blessed by God", Aegon IV, the "Mediocrity King", the kings in the Blackfyre Rebellion, until the Mad King was pierced in the back by the Kingslayer, the deeds of the dragon riders became fairy tales to coax children who loved adventure stories to sleep, and the Targaryens gradually returned to mediocrity.
And rose again in mediocrity.
He saw the Targaryen girl riding on the black dragon.
Atis hit the nail on the head, "Daenerys Targaryen."
Daenerys flew over the city, heading west, farther and farther away.
The picture gradually blurred, and Atis woke up in the embers of the fire.
The blue dragon opened its eyes and tilted its head to look at him.
Attis moved its head away and sat up.
Myrcella, whose eyes were full of concern, looked at him and the dragon's red-robed woman with reverence, Magiro who was chewing bread beside him, and Dr. Marwin who was wearing a gray robe with a longing look on his face, and couldn't help but join in the fun with curiosity. Manager Simon, and a group of children of the forest surrounding it.
"What did you see?" Melisandre stepped forward and asked.
Attis coughed violently, stood up, looked at the small blue dragon, and recalled the black dragon Daenerys was riding.
There were too many threats and the current situation was too complicated. He needed to react quickly.
"Let the shipyards in Seagull Town and King's Landing start working at full capacity. At the same time, let the blacksmith supervise the production of armor and weapons. Contact the Tully family and the Rowan family. In addition to the valley horses, I also need to purchase tall horses from the Reach to arm the Canyon Knights. "
"Send scout cavalry to continue to encircle and suppress the bandits and bandits still wandering in the Riverlands. Either surrender or kill them. Harold Hatton, I need you to direct this matter for me. I will allocate you five hundred men."
He looked at the Steward of Harrenhal and said, "I need you, Simon, to settle the chefs and craftsmen in the castle, harvest the grain and grass as soon as possible, and also help. The knights in the valley of the Green Fork River are not good at managing the fields."
"And the North, Maester Marwin, please tell Eddard Stark that I can tolerate a queen without a territory toiling in the north, but I will keep my previous promises one by one, and I hope he will keep his promises," Artis paused and added: "Ed refused for some reason, and sent him another letter, telling them the position of the border nobles, and also threatening them appropriately, saying that the threat from the Ironborn was minimal, and that they could not go deep into the interior. I will deal with the Stormland nobles who have betrayed the Iron Throne and warn them to make a decision as soon as possible."
There are also wildfires, Attis thought to himself. The efficiency of the Golden Eagle is reassuring. These wildfires need to continue to be produced, and currently only King's Landing has the conditions to produce them. They will still stay in King's Landing. Before stable transportation technology appears, They will only stay in King's Landing, waiting for the arrival of the sea monster.
"Deploy troops," Attis said in a deep voice, "Use the economic disadvantage to reduce the city garrison by half and let them find their own way out. Maybe going north to Harrenhal is one of their options, and send orders to the Eastern Continent. Spread the news widely, we lack ships, we lack golden dragons, there is nothing we can do. The shipyards in Gulltown and King's Landing are at full capacity, building ships to prepare for the arrival."
Everyone looked at each other, no one knew what Attis had in mind. The steward Simon and Dr. Marwin worked together to write down all the Prime Minister's orders.
"Send a letter to Highgarden at the same time, promising to help them fight Euron in the name of Prime Minister," Attis said. "Also send a letter to Hightower, asking them to calm down and stabilize the city's defenses."
Attis did not believe that the ironborn would attack the old town. He preferred to believe that the Reach without a navy would be immobilized by Euron like nails. He was sure that Euron would send longships to shield the islands and Qingting Island used Qingting Island as a stronghold to harass the trade routes in the Reach, and created a great momentum to make the people of the Reach mistakenly think that the Ironborn were attacking Oldtown.
Attis considered his judgment, hoping it would not be a mistake.
An empty King's Landing, a weak king
This is enough to be called temptation.
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