The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

Wildfire, obsidian bows and arrows, spears, daggers... In this way, it seemed that they were all ready for long-range and close combat, but not long after, the quill in Green's hand suddenly stopped.

If he were the leader of the White Walkers and saw humans beating the zombie army as easily as cutting cheese... what would he do?

Should the ghouls be equipped with ice armor, or should they raise ice shields to resist?

Green's fingers tapped on the table, tapping the table lightly. Out of caution, he had to prepare obsidian weapons in advance that could break ice armor.

Obsidian axes, maquawit (book review), and heavy arrows for the dragon-hunting crossbow.

The battle between the living and the dead is inevitable. In order to defeat the zombies, Lord Green has to race against time.

At this time, Lord Greene's mood finally improved slightly when he thought that in order to resist obsidian weapons, the White Walkers might have to spend a lot of magic to equip their army of zombies with ice armor one by one.

After all, everything has a price, and putting ice armor on every ghoul is no easy feat. Therefore, the disappearance of this is the growth of the other!

However, whether these many speculations are correct still needs to wait for the verification of Stannis Baratheon, the vanguard of the Living Alliance, on the battlefield. Green plans to slightly increase his support to show that he is a living person. The generosity of the Allied Commander-in-Chief.

The next day, Green began to patrol around Dragonstone with the blue robes.

Two days later, Green's "Black Pearl" slowly left.

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Vale, Eyrie.

In the study, Daenerys Targaryen gently put down the quill in her hand, then carefully read the letter she had just written again, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The advisory group of bachelors (Chapter 280) helped her carefully select more than 200 knights among the upstarts in the valley, and more than 700 knight attendants.

Yesterday, she personally sent them off at the Gates of the Moon. They will join Green's army in Kleb's new territory in the Riverlands - Saltworks Town (Chapter 380).

Green once told her that the list of expeditions was actually like a cake-sharing game among the vassals of the Kleb Valley... It was exactly as he described, every valley person on the expedition list was like a cake-sharing game. I was as happy as if I had been given a piece of delicious cake.

Those selected are naturally filled with joy, but those who are not included in the list will inevitably feel disappointed and their emotions need to be comforted.

"Maester Erling."

Hearing Daenerys' call, Maester Erling stood up from the table at the other end, walked over steadily, bowed, and said respectfully: "Your Highness."

"Tomorrow night, I will hold a banquet in the Eagle's Nest City. The list... I plan to invite all the ladies and ladies who are currently staying at the Gate of the Moon."

Bachelor Erlin nodded slightly and responded: "As ordered, we will compile the guest list as soon as possible and hand it over to you."

"Thank you, I'm done."

Daenerys thought for a moment and then said: "As for the name of the banquet..."

Bachelor Erlin was silent for a while, and then suggested: "According to my experience, the moon tomorrow night will be particularly beautiful. Maybe we can send out an invitation in the name of a full moon dinner."

Hearing this, Daenerys couldn't help but smile and said: "Very good, thank you for your advice, Maester Erlin."

After instructing other matters related to the banquet, Daenerys leaned back in her chair and rested for a while, then devoted herself to another crucial matter in the valley, which was the candidates from all over the valley to participate in the Gates of the Moon Tournament. Assessment (Chapter 264).

Ever since the news that the usurper and false king had executed the former Duke of the Eyrie, Robert Arryn, in the name of an assassin, reached the valley, Daenerys could clearly feel it in the letters sent by the messenger crow... …The enthusiasm of the people of the Vale to participate in the Tourney at the Gates of the Moon instantly became high.

Although she is busy with government affairs in the valley every day, she still takes time to learn various knowledge from Maester Al every day.

At that time, they were beginning to read "True History"... Daenerys was actually full of doubts about why the false king named Joffrey wanted to execute the former Duke of the Eagle's Nest when he was still a child. She used the excuse of being an assassin. I feel like no one would really believe it.

After thinking about it for several days, in the end...she could only attribute it all to the fact that the gods were protecting Green on his path of conquest.

After withdrawing her thoughts, Daenerys continued to flip through the documents in her hand. According to the estimates of Maester Al and Maester Erling, the number of people participating in the Moongate Castle Tourney in more than half a year will reach at least 10,000 people. By then, the first batch of trainee knights in the valley will be born among them.

The harvest season is over, and the Gate of the Moon has sufficient manpower to build the tourney. Daenerys can already imagine the unprecedented grand occasion on the day of the tourney.

Daenerys moved her aching neck and braced herself to read letters from various places about the preselection status. She worked so hard that night... Green should "repay" her well on the bed.

Not knowing what she was thinking of, Daenerys smiled quietly.

Halfway through the afternoon, there was a knock on the door.

After receiving a response, the door was opened by the silver-haired iron guard outside. Bachelor Al walked in tremblingly with a thick book in his arms.

After saluting, Bachelor Al smiled slightly and said, "Your Highness, I'm sorry to bother you. It's time to listen to stories."

Daenerys glanced at the window and couldn't help but sigh that time flew by so fast, and before she knew it, the sun was setting.

“Everyone, that’s it for today, I’ve got to thank you.”

Everyone in the advisory group of maesters stood up and left. Maester Al placed the books in his arms on the table and sat on the chair opposite Daenerys.

"Your Highness, you can have a glass of wine to relax first. A relaxed mood will help you study better."

While turning the page, Bachelor Al continued: "I went to the Gate of the Moon in the morning. The people who moved from the Crab Claw Peninsula were very satisfied with their new residence (Chapter 270), and they asked me to convey..."

As he spoke, he raised his head and blinked one eye: "They are deeply grateful to the chief's wife."

Daenerys couldn't help but cover her mouth, her beautiful eyes curved into crescent moons.

After a pause, she nodded, coughed slightly, and said, "I'm happy for them too. Thank you for conveying it, Bachelor Al."

After turning the page, Maester Al spoke slowly and kindly: "Your Royal Highness, today I read about Dorne, the southernmost part of the Seven Kingdoms, and the Martell family, to be precise, Nameros Martell of Sunspear. family."

Daenerys took the wine glass handed by the maid, took a sip of wine, and nodded slightly.

"The history of Dorne, we want to start with Princess Nymeria of Rhoynar. About a thousand years ago, the then warrior queen of Rhoynar, Nymeria, was unable to resist the invasion of Valyria. , could only lead the women, children and refugees into exile, and arrived in Dorne in Westeros after traveling to many places..."

At night, the bathroom is filled with warm steam.

Beside the steaming bathtub, Butler Surana came to Daenerys and helped her take off her dress with the maid, and said: "Your Highness, I heard that the little king of King's Landing was drowned in his bathtub... "

With that said, she put away her clothes, respectfully gave up her position, and the two maids served the princess as she lay slowly in the bathtub: "I sincerely suggest that you arrange for two iron guards to guard you when you take a bath."

After pausing for a moment as her body was soaked in the scalding hot water, Daenerys could not help but exhale softly in relief.

Surana continued: "They poisoned the wedding banquet and even used the wedding banquet to trample on the rights of the guests. I have to suspect that... they are real semi-savage nobles, and the Kleb family is the elegant southern nobles."

Daenerys closed her eyelids lightly and couldn't help laughing: "I agree with your suspicion. At least among the towns in the Seven Kingdoms that I have seen, there is no cleaner and tidier one than Whispering City and Mermaid Harbor... Well, nowadays Under your care, I am living more and more comfortably in the Eyrie and the Gates of the Moon."

Butler Surana shrugged: "Master Green taught me a truth, whips and sticks can..."

Listening to Surana's words, Daenerys found herself suddenly in a gray world, with seemingly endless black shadows moving slowly in the distance.

Whispering (xixisusu), Daenerys walked a few steps in the direction of the black shadow. Daenerys bent down and ran her fingertips across the footprints she had left. It was snow... dark gray snow.

Immediately afterwards, a biting chill suddenly hit her. Daenerys turned around and looked alertly, and over there... a taller black figure also looked over.

She couldn't see clearly, but she could strongly feel that the black figure was watching her closely.

Everything in the world suddenly stopped.

Then, she saw... a pair of ice-blue eyes, without any emotion, as if all warmth and hope had been frozen.

The moment their eyes met, Daenerys felt like she was instantly frozen, and an irresistible shiver surged from head to toe.

The biting cold wind was shrill and harsh, and the dark snowflakes were rolling, like a soul swallowed by darkness struggling.

The whole world was shrouded in cold and darkness, making Daenerys feel an unspeakable depression and fear.

"Your Highness, princess, princess..."

Daenerys suddenly opened her eyes, her violet eyes still filled with fear.

same time.

Phew——Boom————

In the secret dragon lair of the Eyrie City, the solid fence blocking the front was destroyed by the flames sprayed by Rhaegal. It flapping its wings and staggering forward on its short legs, with Viserion and Jones following closely behind.

In the mountains, the bright night sky is like a huge dark blue velvet curtain, and the bright stars are like gems inlaid on it.

Under the moonlight, the three little dragons who crawled out of the cave screamed toward the north, their voices echoing in the silent mountains.

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The cold raindrops were flying in the air, gradually turning the solid walls of the Red Fort into a dark red color, like condensed blood, exuding a heart-stopping depression and solemnity.

In front of the heavily guarded carriage, Cersei held her second son's hand tightly, while Tommen raised his own objection: "Uncle Jaime said I can ride out and throw bronze stars to the people while walking."

Cersei was wearing a black dress that represented sadness. She didn't like this color. With her fair skin, she looked like a corpse in the mirror.

Her tone was stern: "Tommen, I taught you not to pay attention to stupid suggestions. If you appear in the Great Sept like a drowned rat to attend your grandfather's funeral, even if you are the king, you will become the laughing stock of the Seven Kingdoms. "

Tommen was frightened by his stern face. The little fat man shrank his neck and said, "I know, Mom."

Her son's well-behaved appearance made Cersei frown: "Tommen, you are not a child, you are the king. Don't behave like you just did. Remember, your brother will never show weakness to others. Look, you have to do it too.”

Tommen lowered his face sadly: "Mom, I miss my brother..."

Before Cersei spoke, Myrcella immediately went over to hug her brother and said: "Mother, Tommen is too sad. Please give him some time. He will not let you down. I believe my brother will Be the king of the Seven Kingdoms."

The lioness glanced at the little lioness: "I hope so."

After saying that, she entered the carriage first.

In the carriage, Cersei looked at her son who was holding her hand tightly. She sighed secretly. Tommen's meekness made her uneasy. The king is fearless... If it had been Joffrey just now, he would definitely argue with her. He would never Will be obedient.

The lioness's other hand was held tightly by Myrcella, and she could also feel the uneasiness of the children.

After looking at the haggard little lioness, the lioness's gaze moved to the other side... Joffrey's crown was too big for Tommen's head, but one day... he would grow up and be suitable to wear it. The Seventh Crown left by his brother.

Tommen leaned on the pillow and peeked out of the rain curtain outside the carriage window for a while, then suddenly said: "Mom, have you heard? Duke Greene conquered Dragonstone."

Cersei has been busy with the funerals of her father and Joffrey recently, and has no energy to care about other things. She was a little surprised and said: "So fast? What about Stannis? Was he killed or captured?"

"He ran away!"

Tommen puffed up his chest as if he had won the battle: "I heard from the gold cloaks that when Uncle Stannis saw that the general was going to attack Dragonstone, he immediately abandoned Dragonstone and escaped overnight."

After hearing this, Cersei couldn't help but sneered mockingly. She really didn't expect Stannis to be so cowardly that he became a lost dog. It was so ridiculous!

She raised her chin slightly. Stannis should only wear skirts from now on. If she were him, she would rather die together than be laughed at!

On the Visenya Hills, in front of the marble Great Cathedral of Baelor, the crowd of mourners was far less numerous than the golden-robed guards arranged around the square.

The archbishops were waiting for Cersei and her party at the top of the stairs, and escorted Cersei, Tommen and Myrcella into the sept with smiles.

Under the dome of the majestic hall made of crystal, glass and gold, the old lion's body was lying quietly in the marble coffin on the platform. James was still standing beside him, his short beard covering his chin and cheeks, making him It looks a bit old.

Cersei led her daughter and son up the stairs and knelt beside the Duke's body.

Tommen looked at his grandfather with tears in his eyes, and Cersei warned in a low voice: "You are the king, not a crying child. Everyone is watching you."

Tommen obediently wiped away his tears with the back of his hand. After a pause, Cersei put her arms around her son and kissed his golden curls.

Her son needed her to teach him how to rule the kingdom, but also to protect him from his enemies.

Certain enemies...are hiding here at the moment, pretending to be friends with the Lannister.