The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Varys held his hands together, nodded slightly, and said, "Prime Minister Tyrion, you have helped everyone regain the confidence to win. King's Landing is unbreakable."

Tyrion climbed off the chair, lamely brought the jug and wine glass, and while pouring the wine, he said: "What I am most worried about is the emergence of traitors in the city. A friend of mine told me that strong fortresses are often the strongest." Break it from the inside first.”

Earl Green said this at the royal meeting before leaving King's Landing (Chapter 186). Upon hearing Tyrion's hint, Varys's eyes moved slightly.

Wallis took the wine glass, took a sip, and agreed: "Earl Green is a rare friend."

Tyrion used the gesture of drinking to secretly observe Varys's expression... Well, it looked very candid.

"So……"

Tyrion leaned against the table and said seriously: "My friend, please tell me your purpose."

He narrowed his eyes and continued: "What is the purpose of reporting this to me?"

Wallis gently put down his wine glass, paused, and sighed: "My lord, I am worried about the Queen Regent. As far as I know, this news has been spread in the Red Keep."

Tyrion swung the wine glass and said thoughtfully: "How do you think my Queen Mother sister will react when she hears this? Will she believe it?"

Varys sighed again: "Lord Tyrion, this is what I am worried about. We all know that the Queen Regent is more willing to believe her own feelings than rational speculation."

After a pause, he continued: "The situation is chaotic now, and the army on the Crab Claw Peninsula needs to be stabilized."

Tyrion tapped his fingers on the table and said: "Actually... everyone knows that Earl Green is the sharpest sword in Cersei's hand, except for herself."

Varys nodded slightly and said: "The stable Crab Claw Peninsula can still contain Stannis's Dragonstone Island even if they do nothing. I think they are aware of this, so they have what happened next."

Tyrion thought for a moment, took a sip of summer red, and said, "According to Cersei's character, she will order Green to return to King's Landing regardless."

He looked at Varys, whose face became heavy, and asked: "My friend, do you think Earl Green should come back?"

After Tyrion finished speaking, Varys's pupils narrowed slightly.

After a moment of silence, he said helplessly: "There is no other way, my lord."

Tyrion raised his eyebrows and said, "I want to hear your reasons, Lord Varys."

Varys said slowly: "Prime Minister Tyrion, you not only took control of King's Landing in a short period of time, but you also formed a delicate balance with the Queen Regent while taking the lead. Your methods have to be admired."

Tyrion grinned: "But."

Hearing this, Wallis's eyes couldn't help but widen slightly, and then he smiled lightly.

He continued: "Queen Cersei can temporarily tolerate you for the upcoming war, but Earl Green can't. For her... whether she realizes that Earl Green is a sharp sword in her hand or not, he belongs to her alone. I am a vassal of one person, so you cannot interfere in this matter."

Tyrion shrugged and said: "Haha, the lioness roars. This is sister Cersei's private matter. The analysis is very appropriate."

Varys smiled: "To borrow Sir Jaime's words, loyalty is not afraid of tests. I believe that when Earl Green returns to King's Landing, Queen Cersei will no longer doubt his loyalty."

Tyrion laughed and said, "I trust Greene's skills in serving my sister more."

Varys's eyes flickered: "Prime Minister Tyrion, I heard that she is a little angry today. Maybe you can take the initiative to help Queen Cersei."

Tyrion's eyes trembled slightly and he grinned; Varys's smile gradually deepened, and his eyes were deep.

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On the rocky coast in the western part of the North, the warship "Booze".

The gray-haired old warrior said: "Today is the day of victory, but there is no smile on your face. The living should laugh, because the dead cannot do that, boy."

After speaking, the old soldier smiled to himself in order to demonstrate.

The old warrior's name is Dagmore. Although his smile is ugly, it brings back countless memories of Theon... When he was a child, this smile accompanied him. Whenever he drove the pony to cross the mossy low wall, every time When he threw his ax and hit the erected target, whenever he blocked Dagmor's attack, whenever he shot the seagull's wing, whenever he steered the tiller to guide the longship through the tangled reef, this smile was always there Always on the left and right...Dagmor gave him more smiles than his father or Eddard Stark.

Theon said irritably: "According to rights, my sister's task should have been given to me. I want to talk to you, Uncle Dagmore."

Dagmore is not Theon's biological uncle, he is just one of his father's many men. It is said that there was a bit of Greyjoy blood four or five generations ago, which was accidentally obtained from a certain fornication... Even so, Theon still kept calling him uncle.

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Dagmore looked bitter and advised: "The Young Wolf Lord of the Stark family is your friend. The Stark family has kept you for ten years, Theon."

Theon stared at the old warrior: "Uncle Dagmore, I am not a Stark, I am Greyjoy, and I am the heir to the King of the Iron Islands. If you don't produce beautiful results and prove it to the ironborn, How can I convince them that I am a prince?"

Dagmore continued to persuade: "Our mission is only to plunder the rocky coast! You are still young, and there will be plenty of opportunities to fight in the future."

Xion smiled slyly and said: "As long as the purpose of robbery and harassment is achieved, what difference does it make who does it? Have you lost interest in this bandit's business, Uncle Dagmore?"

Dagmo seemed to be moved, he was silent for a moment, and said: "What are you going to do?"

The corners of Xion's lips raised and he said, "If my sister can take down a castle, then so can I."

Dagmore raised the horn glass, took a sip of wine, and said, "Xion, Asha's manpower is four to five times that of ours."

Theon raised his chin and said, "Asha is only a woman after all, and I have four times her wit and five times her courage."

Asha is no ordinary woman... Dagmo thought so in his heart, but did not say it out loud. The old warrior always felt that the Ironborn wanted a male king, not a queen.

He hesitated and said, "Your father's side..."

Before Dagmore could finish, Theon interrupted: "My father will thank me when I hand over an entire kingdom!"

He added with a proud expression: "The actions I plan will allow bards to sing for thousands of years!"

Dagmo's cloudy eyes gradually brightened. His hair may have turned white and his teeth may have become loose, but his desire for glory has not diminished at all.

Dagmo drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, threw away the horn glass, and said, "What role will I play in your plan?"

"To fill the enemy's hearts with fear, only your name can do it..."

Theon leaned forward and continued: "I want you to attract the defenders of Winterfell, Dagmor!"

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Winterfell three days later.

"Maester Luwin, I dreamed of that raven again last night, the one with the three eyes. It flew into my chamber and asked me to come with it."

Maester Luwin threw a block of wood into the fireplace and said, "Little Bran, mark my words and refuse it."

Bran Stark inherited the Tully appearance from his mother. He has chestnut hair and blue eyes. After he fell from the watchtower (Chapter 149), although he survived, he lost the ability to walk. From then on, he needed to be carried by a servant to complete daily activities.

After hearing Maester Luwin's advice, nine-year-old Bran just nodded and said nothing.

Maester Luwin sighed: "Bran, you should know that dreams have no meaning."

Bran's voice was a little stubborn: "I heard that the children of the forest know about dreams."

Maester Luwin shook his head slightly and replied: "Little Bran, the Children of the Forest themselves only exist in dreams. They have disappeared long ago."

"What is this?" Rickon's childish voice suddenly came.

In Maester Luwin's study, books were piled on the tables and chairs almost higher than his height. Rows of bottles and jars were displayed on the shelves beside the wall. The furniture was covered with burned candles and dried wax. Yes, there are star charts hanging on the wall, scattered maps spread out on the straw mat, papers, quills and ink bottles everywhere.

Rickon Stark is four years old this year. He is the youngest son of Lord Eddard. He is staring curiously at the black arrow that he finally pulled out.

Bran glanced at the shining arrow in his brother's hand: "It's glass... dragonglass?"

Maester Luwin first corrected him: "Its scientific name is obsidian. The fire of the gods forged this substance deep in the earth's core."

He continued: "Thousands of years ago, because the children of the forest did not know how to smelt metal, they used obsidian to hunt. Their arrows and blades were all made of obsidian."

He warned Rickon again: "The arrows are very sharp, so don't cut yourself."

Bran said: "Maester Luwin, tell me about the Children of the Forest."

Maester Luwin said in a kind tone: "Little Bran, what do you want to know?"

Bran hugged Rickon who leaned over to "listen to the story" and said, "I want to know every aspect."

Maester Luwin tugged on his maester's necklace and said slowly: "The Children of the Forest are a group of people who lived in the Dawn Era and were the original rulers of the world. Long before kings and kingdoms appeared, there were no castles or villages at that time. There is no market either.

No humans existed at that time, only the Children of the Forest lived in the land we call the Seven Kingdoms. No one knows how long they ruled here, or where they came from. "

Throwing a piece of wood into the fireplace, he continued: "The children of the forest are a dark and beautiful people. They are short in stature, and even the height of adults is about the same as our children.

They live in deep forests, caves, swamp islands, and secret tree towns. Despite their small stature, children of the forest are agile and graceful, and both men and women hunt with weirwood bows and arrows and flying nets.

They worshiped ancient gods of forests, streams, and rocks whose names were secret. Their wise men are called greenseers, who carve strange faces on the weirwood trees to protect the forest. "

"About 12,000 years ago, the ancestors appeared. They rode horses, carried bronze swords and huge leather shields, and crossed the sea from the east through the Dorne Broken Arm, which was not broken at that time.

When the ancestors built houses and farmland, they cut down the trees with faces and used them as firewood. The children of the forest were so frightened that they immediately went to war with the ancestors.

The ancestors were taller and stronger, and wood, stone, and obsidian could not compete with bronze, so the children of the forest suffered heavy casualties.

Ancient ballads say that the greenseers cast powerful magic that caused sea levels to rise, sweep across the land, and shatter the Arm of Dorne, but it was too late.

The war continued until the blood of the ancestors and the children of the forest dyed the earth red. The chiefs and heroes of the ancestors, as well as the green seers and wood dancers of the children of the forest came to the Thousand Faces Islet in the God's Eye Lake to make an oath of alliance. "

Bran asked: "Oath? What kind of oath?"

Maester Luwin nodded and said: "The oath stipulates that the ancestors own the coast, plains, grasslands, mountains and swamps, but the lush forest will always belong to the children of the forest, and no more weirwood trees are allowed to be cut down in the entire kingdom. "

"The signing of the oath ended the Dawn Era and began the Heroic Era. It also began the four-thousand-year friendship between the ancestors and the Children of the Forest. Later, the ancestors even abandoned the faith they brought from the east and worshiped the Children of the Forest instead. of mysterious gods.”

Bran asked doubtfully: "According to the oath, the Children of the Forest still live in the forest. Why do you say they disappeared?"

Maester Luwin was very patient: "As long as the kingdom of the First Men still exists, the oath of alliance will still be valid, but about a thousand years ago, the tall, blond Andals carried weapons made of stainless steel, and had seven symbols symbolizing the new gods painted on their chests. Mangxing, cross the narrow sea and come to kill us."

Dong-dong-dong, there was a rapid knock on the door.

"Maester Luwin, Benford Talha of Torrhen Square (located on the large lake southwest of Winterfell) asked for help. They encountered a pirate attack. The leader of the pirate group was named Dagmer."

"Dagmor Cleftpalate of the Iron Islands?!"

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Early the next morning, Stark retainer Ser Rodrik Kelso set out for an emergency expedition with eight hundred soldiers gathered from Winterfell and nearby manors, leaving only some symbolic guards in Winterfell.

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Two days later, in the early morning, Xion quietly appeared under a wall in Lindong City with dozens of iron types. The corners of his mouth were raised with a proud look on his face.

Dozens of ironborn, led by Theon, successfully swam across the moat of Winterfell without disturbing the guards on guard, and appeared here.

Xion stretched his neck and observed quietly for a while, then raised his hand to make a gesture.

Several lean iron types opened their bags and took out iron claws and ropes. They carried the rope on their backs, ran a few steps, jumped up suddenly, and inserted their iron claws deeply into the gaps in the city wall. Repeatedly, several iron species climbed up the city wall one by one.

Not long after, the ropes were thrown down one by one. With a wave of Xion's big hand, the remaining iron types climbed up the city wall with the help of the ropes.