The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

After Melisandre's words fell, Old Bear and others became slightly excited, while Tyrion's black and green eyes trembled slightly.

Sunlight streamed in through the broken windows, and Maester Aemon looked at Melisandre with his cloudy eyes: "Madam, are you referring to the War of the Dawn?"

The Battle of the Dawn was the first battle against the invasion of the White Walkers during the Long Night. According to legend... the White Walkers came from the far north and resurrected the dead to fight for them. The Children of the Forest and their allies, the First Men, fought against them. Fighting bravely, but retreating steadily. Later, Azor Ahai held the "Lightbringer" and led mankind to victory.

After the White Walkers retreated to the land of eternal winter, Brandon the Builder used ice, gravel, and magic to build the Great Wall of Despair to resist the White Walkers' re-invasion.

The prophecy declares: After the long summer, the stars weep with blood, the White Walkers will come to the world again, and the prince in the prophecy, Azor Ahai, will be reincarnated and reborn, leading mankind to defeat the darkness and bringing never-ending to the world. The long summer.

In addition to Coach Alliser, Mr. Bear and several other Night Watchmen couldn't help but feel a little excited. To them... there was one more noble from the Seven Kingdoms who believed in the White Walkers' invasion, which meant that the Night Watch Legion would get more. of assistance.

Previously, the Bears had been afraid to mention their own sightings of wights, for fear that Stannis would misunderstand that the Night's Watch was deceiving him.

Looking at the night watchmen who were whispering to each other from time to time, Melisandre spread her hands and spoke in a hoarse and low voice: "The only true god - the King of Light guided him in the blazing flames. The great King Stannis chose to stop the rebellion. , heading north to resist the invasion of cold darkness."

Old Xiong, who believed in the old gods, could not help but frown. At this moment, Maester Aemon said: "If the flame can guide you, I would like to know where the prophesied prince is?"

"He's standing right in front of you."

Melisandre stretched out a hand in the direction beside her and said loudly: "Stannis Baratheon is the son of the Holy Flame - the warrior of the light - the reincarnation of Azor Ahai. The prophecy of the ancient book of Asshai has been fulfilled in him, the red comet in the sky announced his arrival, and he possesses the heroic red sword 'Lightbringer'."

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and Stannis's expression became even stiffer. He gritted his teeth and said: "Night's Watch, I don't like endless negotiations. You asked me for help, and I was in time. Come on, you can only accept my proposal now."

Elder Xiong looked around at the Night Watchmen around him and said: "Your Majesty, the grantor of the Night Watch's land is the Stark family. Even out of courtesy, I should discuss it with the Duke of Winterfell..."

Stannis waved his hand and said: "I sent my personal letter to Lord Eddard before I came here. He will come to see the legitimate king soon."

As Stannis spoke, the king's squire, Davon Seaworth (the fifth son of the Onion Knight), silently brought a rough-shaped chair and placed it behind him.

After a pause, Stannis sat down with his back straight, and continued: "Commander-in-Chief Mormont, you belong to the Night's Watch and the Great Wall, and are independent of the Seven Kingdoms. Think carefully about my proposal, and I will give it to you. You have three days to think about it.”

He rubbed his chin with one finger: "When Duke Eddard arrives, I will form a war meeting at the Great Wall of Despair, and I will arrange all the defenses until we defeat the Wildling Legion and the White Walkers."

Hearing this, Maester Aemon glanced at Mr. Xiong, who looked slightly stiff, and said: "Your Majesty Stannis, can you give the Night's Watch a great honor? Let us take a look at the legendary heroic sword - ——Lightbringer.”

"Can."

Stannis took the sword handed to him by Squire Devon, and with a snap, he pulled the sword out of its scabbard.

Suddenly, the dim hall was filled with light. The golden, orange and red lines on the sword flickered and changed, and the jumping colors were as bright as flames.

Stannis displays Lightbringer like a torch without a flame. Looking at the shining steel, Tyrion moved closer, and then he raised his eyebrows... He didn't feel the heat.

Just a self-illuminating sword?

Tyrion had read "A Summary of the Jade Sea" written by the Volantis adventurer Coloquo Forda. The chapters about Azor Ahai mentioned his sword—— Lightbringer.

Azor Ahai's lightbringer, tempered with the blood of his wife, its blade is as hot as fire, and those who are struck by it have smoke and steam pouring from their mouths and molten eyes running down their cheeks It flows down, and eventually the entire body bursts into flames.

Therefore, "Lightbringer" should not be a cute little girl who can only shine!

Stannis was sitting upright with a glowing sword in his hand. Tyrion secretly glanced at the pious red-robed priestess next to the king, with a flash of suspicion in his eyes.

Just when Tyrion was thinking of finding an excuse to touch the sword to confirm his suspicion, Stannis sheathed the sword.

The dazzling light suddenly disappeared, making the hall look very dark.

He glanced at the people present with his deep eyes, and said: "Now that you have seen it, you can go and perform your duties. Lannister, please stay for a while, I have something to ask you."

The old bear shrugged and left with the night watchers. Sir Bronn, who had agreed to be inseparable with Tyrion, said "I'll wait for you outside the door" and followed the others.

Soon, only Stannis, Melisandre and Tyrion were left in front of the fireplace.

Stannis was staring at him, and Tyrion felt the oppression that the old lion had brought to him from the person opposite.

Well, Stannis, although much younger than Tywin, appears older and frailer.

Tyrion's eyes rolled slightly, and a deliberately flattering smile appeared on his face, breaking the solemn silence.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being presumptuous. You seem more like the master here, and the real master - the Night Watchman - is more like a servant who is at your disposal. This will breed many people who are dissatisfied with you. I Very worried about this.”

Tyrion rubbed his hands in a flattering manner, and Stannis stared at him for a while and said, "Don't show that false smile in front of me."

Hearing this, Tyrion, who was smiling all over his face, suddenly stiffened.

Stannis continued: "If I really regarded them as servants, I would have executed them long ago. The Night's Watch is indeed the master of the Wall. This is a well-known fact, but they have not performed their duties well and there are loopholes everywhere. The defense of the Great Wall is proof.”

His eyes were profound: "Tyrion Lannister, tell me, in this situation, as the legitimate king of the Seven Kingdoms, what attitude should I take towards them? I have shown them my whole life. Patience at its best.”

Tyrion twitched his lips: "Perhaps the bad environment has restricted Lord Mormont's hands and feet."

At the same time, he suddenly felt that Stannis was quite cute.

"There is no need to waste your thoughts on false words in front of me. I heard about what you did in King's Landing..."

Stannis looked directly at Tyrion: "...Tell me, how did you escape from the Red Keep dungeon? I hope you can tell the truth."

A tangled look appeared on Tyrion's face, and Melisandre's voice came over: "Brave little lion, the King of Light is watching you."

Tyrion saw Melisandre gently raise a hand, her long and white fingers moving slightly, and the flames in the fireplace that were originally burning quietly seemed to be awakened by an invisible force.

The flame suddenly became stronger, growing larger and rising, the blazing flames jumped, and the dancing firelight reflected strange light and shadow.

Tyrion's little body couldn't help but tremble, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said: "Yes...James, it was my brother who saw that my father was not going to let me go, so he secretly took me out of the dungeon."

The shadow cast by the firelight obscured Stannis's eyes, and his winter-like voice sounded: "Everyone knows this. What I'm asking is how did you get to the Great Wall?"

"oh oh!"

Tyrion's eyes moved slightly. He stretched out a finger to scratch his cheek and said, "My former guard captain was... well, you just met him. His name is Bronn. He used to be a mercenary. ”

After a pause, he continued: "He met me outside... We originally planned to take a boat to the other side of the strait, but my generous bounty came faster than I thought. Except for the Dornish nobles, Cersei ·Lannister also wants my head."

He shrugged: "Later, Bronn and I discussed it for a long time, and then we discovered that my only safe place was the Great Wall, and later we found out about the whereabouts of Lang Crow... Well, as you know, the Night Watch is very There is a shortage of manpower, but they don’t mind my short legs, and they welcome sinful people like me who take the initiative to put on black clothes.”

Melisandre walked towards the fireplace lightly: "Little Lion, what is your relationship with Duke Green?"

Tyrion couldn't help but secretly admire the graceful figure of the priestess, with a look of pain on his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "He and I are good friends, but to be honest, I actually hate him a little."

Stannis stared at Tyrion for a while and said coldly: "The reason."

Tyrion thought for a moment and replied: "The only thing I can use is a flexible brain, but Duke Green's brain is a little smarter than mine..."

He stretched out the thumb and index finger of his right hand to gesture, and the pads of the two fingers were almost touching.

Then, he grinned: "I am a despicable dwarf, and the hatred of dwarfs is always so inexplicable. I think this is why my father can't wait to chop off my head."

Stannis looked to the other side, and Melisandre nodded slightly. She smiled softly at Tyrion: "Your Majesty, our little lion...he is surprisingly honest."

Stannis tapped his chin, and moved his eyes to the person in front of him again, saying: "Tyrion Lannister, under the laws of the just kingdom, everyone in this world has value, including you. You are a dwarf who is naturally disliked by people."

He pointed a finger at Tyrion: "You have almost single-handedly reversed the Battle of King's Landing. As a dwarf, you are the only man who has made me feel despair. In my eyes, you are better than those who only Nobles who understand hypocrisy are more valuable."

After hearing Stannis's still blunt words, Tyrion couldn't help but look surprised.

When Tyrion came to his senses, the charming Melisandre had arrived beside him at some point.

Melisandre's palms were warm and soft. She gently stroked the hair on Tyrion's head and said warmly: "You once destroyed the king's fleet with wildfire, which impressed him deeply. Now, His Majesty the King invites you to bloom his Wildfire, these are the guidance of the Lord of Light.”

As she spoke, Melisandre lowered her body, first kissed Tyrion gently on the top of his head, and then... she held his cheeks with some fiery hands, and she made eye contact with him.

The distance was very close, and from the corner of his eye, Tyrion saw the fine hair on the beauty's face and the extremely delicate white skin.

In front of her scarlet eyes, Tyrion's flexible eyeballs dared not move at all. He swallowed nervously and finally squeezed out his voice: "It is a great honor to serve... His Majesty."

Melisandre stood up slightly, and gently touched Tyrion's forehead with her thick red lips. She pursed her lips and smiled softly, saying: "What a cute little lion."

Tyrion's nose was slightly numb. Her head was covered with the same bright red silk robe, and there was nothing inside... He accidentally admired a piece of white.

With a polite smile commonly used by nobles on her face, Tysha Tysha Tysha... repeatedly repeating the name of his beloved wife in his heart, Tyrion successfully suppressed his body's reaction.

He suddenly thought of his good sisters. They were both extremely charming. Among them, Cersei was a stupid lioness who could only show her teeth and claws, and Melisandre was a flame that could devour life at any time. Her beauty was very deadly... Tyrion kept warning himself in his heart.

Stannis nodded with a slight satisfaction and said, "Lannister, no one in the Seven Kingdoms knows how to use wildfire on the battlefield better than you. I will select a group of knights and soldiers to hand over to you. Your first task is to train them and make wildfire my sword."

Tyrion's eyes twitched slightly, and he thought of another identity given to him by Green—the adjutant of the Burning Legion.

He moved his lips and bowed slightly excitedly: "Yes, King Stannis."

After a pause, he said hesitantly: "I'm sorry, before meeting you, the commander-in-chief has appointed me as his affairs officer. How should I explain to him...?"

Stannis simply waved his hand and said: "You are still a member of the Night's Watch. My appointment will not affect the tradition of the Night's Watch. You will serve me in your original capacity until I win this war. I will tell Commander Mormont my decision."

His teeth creaked: "By the way, let him sort out the list of ruins to be rebuilt as soon as possible."

Hearing the sound of bones breaking, Tyrion shuddered and said obediently: "Yes, my majesty."

Before leaving, Tyrion saw Melisandre's meaningful eyes. She seemed to see through everything, which made him feel a little uneasy in his heart, thinking that he had successfully slipped into Stannis's camp.

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Under Storm's End, Tyrell Camp.

During the lively banquet, the Duke of Mace stroked his beard and read the letter, his face full of satisfaction.

This was the intelligence about Riverrun that had just been sent, which mentioned that Green was also building a catapult to support Lannister's siege.