iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 399 The Dream of a True Dragon

Wildfire, obsidian bows and arrows, spears, daggers... In this way, both long-range and short-range combat seemed to be fully prepared, but not long after, the quill in Green's hand suddenly stopped.

If he were the leader of the White Walkers, and saw humans defeating the army of zombies as easily as cutting cheese...what would he do?
Should we equip the zombies with ice armor or raise ice shields to resist?
Green tapped the table with his fingers, tapping it lightly. Out of caution, he had to prepare in advance an obsidian weapon that could break the ice armor.

An obsidian axe, a maqawite (copied from a book review), and heavy crossbow 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 moment, thinking that the White Walkers might have to expend a lot of magic to put ice armor on each of their army of wights in order to resist the obsidian weapons, Lord Green's mood finally improved a little.

After all, everything has a price, and putting ice armor on every wight is not an easy task. So, this loss... is another gain!
However, whether these numerous speculations are correct or not still needs to be verified on the battlefield by the vanguard of the living coalition, Stannis Baratheon. Green intends to slightly increase his support for him to show his generosity as the commander-in-chief of the living coalition.

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

Two days later, the Black Pearl, which Green was on, slowly left.

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Valley, Eagle's Nest.

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

The Advisory Maesters (Chapter 280) helped her carefully select about 200 knights and more than 700 knight squires from the new nobles of the valley.

Yesterday, she personally saw them off at the Gates of the Moon. They will meet up with Green's army at Saltpans (Chapter 380), Crab's new territory in the riverlands.

Green once told her that this list of people going to the expedition was actually like a cake-sharing game among the vassals of the Kleber Valley... It was indeed as he described, every valley resident on the list of people going to the expedition was as excited as if they had received a piece of delicious cake.

Those who are selected are naturally delighted, but those who are not on the list will inevitably feel disappointed, and their emotions need to be comforted.

"Maester Erlin."

Hearing Daenerys' call, Maester Erlin 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 Eyrie. I plan to invite all the ladies and young ladies who are currently staying at the Gates of the Moon."

Maester Erlin nodded slightly and responded, "As you command, we will compile a guest list and hand it over to you as soon as possible."

"Thank you. It's a great help."

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

Maester Erlin was silent for a moment, then suggested, "Based on my experience, the moon tomorrow night will surely be exceptionally beautiful. Perhaps we can send out invitations 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 Erryn."

After giving instructions on other matters related to the banquet, Daenerys leaned back in her chair to rest for a while, and then devoted herself to another crucial matter in the Vale, which was the assessment of candidates from all over the Vale to participate in the tourney at the Gates of the Moon (Chapter 264).

Ever since the news that the usurper king executed the former Duke of the Eyrie, Robert Arryn, in the name of an assassin reached the Vale, Daenerys could clearly feel from the letters delivered by ravens... the enthusiasm of the people in the Vale to participate in the tourney at the Gates of the Moon suddenly became high.

Although she was busy with the government affairs of the valley every day, she still took time out every day to learn various knowledge from Maester Al.

At that time, they were just beginning to read "True History"... Daenerys was actually full of doubts about why the fake king named Joffrey executed the former Duke of the Eyrie who was still a child. She felt that no one would really believe the excuse of the so-called assassin.

After thinking about it for several days, in the end... she could only attribute it all to the fact that Green's road to conquest was protected by the gods.

Daenerys collected her thoughts and continued to read the documents in her hand. According to the estimates of Maesters Ar and Erlin, the number of participants in the Moon Gate Tournament in more than half a year will reach at least 10,000, and the first batch of apprentice knights in the valley will be born among them.

The harvest season is over, and there are plenty of people at the Gates of the Moon to build the tournament grounds. Daenerys can already imagine the unprecedented grand occasion on the day of the tournament.

Daenerys moved her sore neck and read carefully the letters from various places about the pre-selection situation. She worked so hard, and that night... Green should "reward" her well on the bed.

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

When most of the afternoon had passed, there was a knock on the door.

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

After the ceremony, Scholar Al smiled and said, "Your Highness, I'm sorry to bother you. It's time to listen to the story."

Daenerys glanced out the window and couldn't help but sigh that time passed so quickly. Before she knew it, the sun was setting.

"Everyone, that's all for today. Thank you for your help."

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

"Your Highness, you can have a glass of wine and relax first. A relaxed mood will help with learning."

Maester Al turned the page and continued, "I went to Moon Gate Castle this morning. The people who migrated from Crab Claw Peninsula were very satisfied with their new homes (Chapter 270). They asked me to convey..."

As he spoke, he looked up 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 crescents.

After a pause, she nodded, coughed lightly, and said, "I am happy for them too. Thank you for conveying this, Maester Al."

After turning the page, Maester Al spoke slowly and kindly, "Your Highness, today we will read about Dorne, the southernmost of the Seven Kingdoms, and the Martell family. To be more precise, the N'Mellos Martell family of Sunspear."

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

"The history of Dorne begins with Princess Nymeria of Rhoynar. About a thousand years ago, Nymeria, the warrior queen of Rhoynar, was unable to resist the invasion of the Valyrians, so she could only lead women, children and refugees into exile, traveling through many places and arriving in Dorne in Westeros..."

At night, the bathroom was filled with warm steam.

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

As she spoke, she put away her clothes and respectfully made way for the princess, who was then helped by two maids to slowly lie down in the bathtub. "I sincerely suggest that you arrange two guards to stand by your side while you take a bath."

Daenerys took a short break from soaking in the boiling water and breathed a sigh of relief. Surana continued, "Poisoning during the wedding banquet and even using the wedding banquet to trample on the rights of the guests, I have to suspect... they are the real half-wild nobles, while the Crab family is the elegant southern nobles."

Daenerys closed her eyes slightly. She couldn't help laughing. "I agree with your suspicion. At least, among all the towns in the Seven Kingdoms that I have seen, there is no town that is cleaner and tidier than Whispering Castle and Mermaid Harbor... Well, now that the Eyrie and the Gates of the Moon are under your care, I am living more and more comfortably."

Butler Surana shrugged: "Lord Green taught me a lesson, whips and sticks can ..."

Listening to Surana's words, Daenerys found herself suddenly in a gray world, as if there was no end to the dark shadows moving slowly in the distance.

With rustling sounds, Daenerys took a few steps towards the direction of the black shadow, then bent down and ran her fingertips over the footprints she had left behind. It was snow... dark grey snow.

Then, a biting chill suddenly hit Daenerys. She turned around alertly and saw... a taller black shadow looking over there.

She couldn't see clearly, but she could strongly feel that the dark shadow was staring at her closely.

Everything in the world suddenly came to a standstill.

Then, she saw... It was a pair of ice-blue eyes, without any emotional fluctuations, as if all the warmth and hope were frozen.

The moment their eyes met, Daenerys felt herself frozen in an instant, and an irresistible chill surged from head to toe.

The biting cold wind was sharp and piercing, and the dark snowflakes were rolling, like the struggle of a soul swallowed by the darkness.

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

"Your Highness, Princess, Princess, Princess..."

Daenerys suddenly opened her eyes, and there was still fear in her violet eyes.

same time.

Whoosh—Boom—

The secret dragon lair of the Eyrie. The solid fence blocking the front was destroyed by the flames sprayed by Rhaegal. It flapped its wings and staggered forward on its short legs, followed closely by Viserion and Jones.

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

Under the moonlight, the three little dragons that crawled out of the cave screamed towards the north, and their voices echoed in the silent mountains.

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Cold raindrops fluttered in the air, gradually turning the solid walls of the Red Fort into a dark red. The color was like coagulated blood, exuding a heart-pounding sense of depression and solemnity.

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

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

Her tone was stern. "Tommen, I taught you not to listen to foolish advice. If you show up at grandfather's funeral in the Great Sept, soaking wet, you will be the laughing stock of the Seven Kingdoms, even if you are king."

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

Cersei frowned at her son's well-behaved appearance. "Tommen, you are not a child. You are the king. Don't behave like that again. Remember, your brother will never show weakness to others. You must do the same."

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

Before Cersei spoke, Myrcella immediately went over and hugged her brother, saying, "Mother, Tommen is too sad. Please give him some time. He won't let you down. I believe my brother will be a good king of the Seven Kingdoms."

The lioness glanced at the cub and said, "I hope so."

After that, she entered the carriage first.

Inside the carriage, Cersei looked at her son who was holding her hand tightly. She sighed secretly. Tommen's docility made her uneasy. The king is fearless... If it was Joffrey just now, he would definitely argue with her and would never listen to her.

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

After looking at the haggard little lioness, the lioness's gaze shifted to the other side... Joffrey's crown was too big for Tommen's head, but one day... he would grow up and be fit to wear the crown of the Seven Kingdoms left by his brother.

Tommen leaned back on the pillows and peered at the rain curtain outside the carriage window for a while. Suddenly he said, "Mother, have you heard? Lord Green has captured Dragonstone."

Cersei had been busy with her father's and Joffrey's funerals recently and had no energy to care about other things. She was a little surprised and asked, "So soon? What about Stannis? Was he killed or captured?"

"He escaped!"

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

After hearing this, Cersei couldn't help but sneer sarcastically. She never expected Stannis to be so cowardly as to become a stray dog. How ridiculous!

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

In front of the marble Great Sept of Baelor on the Visenya Hill, the number of mourners was far less than the number of golden-robed guards arranged around the square.

The archbishops were waiting for Cersei and her entourage at the top of the stairs, and they escorted Cersei, Tommen, and Myrcella into the sept with a smile.

Under the towering dome of the hall made of crystal, glass and gold, the old lion's body lay quietly in the marble coffin on the platform, while James was still standing beside him. His short beard covered his chin and cheeks, making him look a little weathered.

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

Tommen looked at his grandfather with tears in his eyes, and Cersei warned him in a low voice: "You are the king, not a whining 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, and even more so to protect him from his enemies.

Some enemy... is hiding here right now, pretending to be a friend of the Lannisters.

(End of this chapter)