Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 120 "Beauty" Brienitas
Storm's End is a massive tower.

After centuries of renovations from generation to generation, this castle has a strong defense and a certain degree of life.

The stones on the inner walls of the castle are extremely smooth. As the Storm King's palace, its structure is already similar to a small town rather than a simple war fortress.

The town outside the castle was full of soldiers and merchants, with market farmers and smiling whores.

Cole rode through the dirty and muddy streets, and pedestrians retreated to salute.

There was confusion, shouting, the sound of carriages, and laughter.

Although Cole is not a hypocritical person, he also has the experience of not taking a bath for many years on the Great Wall.

But the environment in Storm's End is really terrible.

The rotten black silt mixed with the stench of excrement and urine. The early morning mist had just dissipated, but the air still smelled of dampness.

Only a speck of sunlight fell through the clouds, and the horse's hooves sank into the mud, kicking up lumps of black mud, some of which splashed onto the horse's legs, and some splashed onto the cloak covering the horse's tail.

He can bear all of these, the only thing that makes Cole frown are the dead rats that are rotting on both sides of the road.

Although the cold weather in winter can reduce the activity of bacteria, such a bad environment can easily leave a lot of hidden dangers.

Now is not the time to think about these issues, he can only turn his eyes away and simply keep out of sight and out of mind.

Walking through a few streets, Camillo yelled loudly when encountering traffic jams: "Make way for the city lord."

In front of a blacksmith shop, he stopped his horse and got off.

Rachel Schiff took his apprentices out to greet him.

"I'm here to get the sword, master blacksmith." Cole dismounted sideways.

"My lord, please let me know. I'll let my apprentice bring it for you. How dare I make you work hard." He expressed his fear and sincerity.

"Just passing by, come by."

"My lord, please follow me." He ordered an apprentice to fetch the sword.

There are all kinds of weapons and armor hanging on both sides of the frame of the blacksmith shop. Recently, many wandering riders and mercenaries have flocked here, and the blacksmith's business has become very hot.

Cole hasn't started recruiting for the time being, but if he wants to use troops against the Stormlands, he is still happy to send a sum of money to recruit these people.

The apprentice held the two swords in his arms.

Full and smooth vegetable tanned leather scabbard with glossy surface, dip-coated with vegetable dyes into a sharp dark black surface.

The scabbard is inlaid with some silver threads and rare gems.

The sheath mouth, the cross-shaped hilt is coiled with a chain rope, the end is carved with a flame cone, and the handle is inlaid with a round ruby.

The two handles and a half swords were exactly the same, Cole took one and couldn't help pulling out its sheath.

There was a sound of friction between the sword surface and the leather sheath, and then a cold light flashed, and the white blade came out from the "night".

The entire body of the sword was exposed in the air, a blood groove opened on the spine of the sword, and the blade was sharp and smooth.

Press lightly on the blade surface with your thumb, a micro mark sinks in, and a little callus opens.

"It's very sharp." He turned it around in his hand, "It's a good sword, you put your heart into it, master blacksmith."

"It is my honor to satisfy you, my lord." Lach Schiff smiled.

Put two long swords on your waist.

Cole gave him the pre-ordered golden dragon, and at the same time rewarded each of the blacksmith apprentices with a silver stag.

"The Black God blesses you, Master Julius." The blacksmith said to him, and the Black God was talking about the god Black Goat.

"Are you from Quhor?" Camillo asked him.

Raki Schiff nodded, "Yes, Lord Knight, I'm from Qohor across the Narrow Sea."

He knew little about Qohor, only that he was one of the nine free trade cities.

"They say the blacksmiths in Quhor are the best in the world." Camillo stared at him.

"Kohol does have the best blacksmiths and the most exquisite skills." Speaking of the blacksmiths in his hometown, he is very proud.

As the inland city of the nine free trade cities, Quhor is famous for its textile industry and forging technology. The armor and swords they cast are bestsellers in both the free trade cities and Westeros. Like Myrish crafts and silks.

"I heard there is someone in Qohor who can forge Valyrian steel?" Camillo asked him.

Raki Schiff shook his head with a smile, "That's probably a liar, my lord. The art of Valyrian steel has been lost. There are people in Quhor who can reforge Valyrian steel, but no one can." Forge this material."

"I wonder if you can recast Valyrian steel? Master blacksmith?" Cole asked suddenly.

"I have been a blacksmith for 26 years, my lord. But I have never seen this kind of steel. As far as I know, there are definitely no more than three people who have mastered this craft. Valyrian steel is too rare and too mysterious .”

Legend has it that during the casting process of Valyrian steel, magic spells were used as a guide and dragon flames were used to assist in the forging.

It's unclear who it came from, but Valyrian steel began to spread with the Valyrian conquest.

Leave the blacksmith shop and return to the castle.

"How do you know about Kehor?" Cole asked Camillo, who was riding sideways.

"My lord, I was apprenticed to a blacksmith for a while." He said of the past. "He's from Cohor, but he's just a rough guy with a bad temper and a lot of drunkenness. Once got into a fight with someone drinking and got killed."

Cole thought of the way he looked at his armor back then, and seemed to have found the reason.

"My father wanted me to learn a trade, but I ended up going fishing with him in the sea. The blacksmith only taught me how to swing a hammer, and he told us something about Quhor."

Camillo suddenly saw a horse rushing forward, "Master Cole, be careful. Someone seems to be coming." He reminded, "It's a knight."

Several guards hurriedly rode their horses to stop them, and saw that the horse's speed did not slow down. Under the sunlight, it could be seen that he was holding a cold and sharp long sword in his hand.

"Drink!" It was a deep female voice, neither pleasant nor unpleasant.She was wearing a helmet, which made it difficult to distinguish between men and women for a while.

He was taller than most Westeros men.

Swish two swords, one guard died in battle, and the other fell off the horse. The female knight rushed towards Cole, shouting, "Cole Julius, I finally got you."

Cole took a look at her armor, and it turned out to be "Brennie the Beauty".

He drew out his newly acquired two-handed and half-handed swords, and commanded aloud, "Surround her."

Controlling the horse to meet the charging Brienne,

Facing the long sword that she slashed in the air, he thrust his hand upwards to meet her, and with the other side of his hand backed the sword, slashing towards Brienne's body.

With a sound of blocking, the sword blade collided with the armor, and the blade pierced through the armor.

(End of this chapter)