Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

A golden sun hung on the red eaves, and the sun coincidentally set on the spire of the Golden Tree City Fortress.

The second son of the Tyrell family, Garlan Tyrell, looked at the sunshine quietly, like a peaceful prince.

"Encourage our king, Loras," Garlan said, as his younger brother juggled his mace.

"What?" Loras frowned slightly, feinted the mace to the right, and struck the faceplate of the sparring partner from the left, frightening the opponent's legs to weaken and collapse to the ground.

"Hahahaha!" Loras laughed loudly, and his hearty laughter attracted the attention of the surrounding knights in the Reach.

Garland held Loras' shoulders and said, "Follow me."

There are hundreds of halls in Golden Tree City. Entering the main hall is like entering a magnificent maze, which is very similar to the plant maze between the outermost wall of the High Garden and the second city wall.

Loras followed Garland through the halls and walked into one of the many seven-star churches in Golden Tree City. These churches are different from the seven-star churches in King's Landing and other places. They are not built independently in the castle. Golden Tree City In comparison, the seven-star temple is like a sparrow to a giant dragon. The temple is small and exquisite in design, but well-equipped and scattered throughout the castle. Anyone, anywhere who wants to pray and talk can easily do so in Golden Tree City. can satisfy him.

"Only you can persuade our king, Loras," Garlan said to his youngest brother.

"Persuade what?" Loras asked puzzledly.

Garland breathed slightly, and said to Loras in a deep voice: "The northerners and the lions have been fighting for months, and we have been wandering in the Reach for too long. His Majesty first held a banquet in Highgarden, and now he holds a banquet in Golden Tree City. Some time ago, I heard that His Majesty wanted to hold a martial arts tournament at Bitter Bridge."

"It's not that serious, Garland," Loras shrugged nonchalantly, "Our king is waiting, waiting for the wolf and lion to bleed out from the entanglement before coming out to be the final finisher. This is correct."

"I don't think that's true, Loras," Garland said rather seriously, "A hundred thousand troops were lingering on the Rose Avenue, consuming almost all the food stocks of the surrounding villages, and many of them were extravagant and wasteful. The most urgent need now is to attack King's Landing directly and make a final decision, and then we can plan other things."

"This is no different from what you said to the king last time, brother," Loras said.

Garland shook his head, "I also asked my sister to persuade the king, but obviously Margaery's words had no effect."

"The queen can't persuade her, but I can." Loras looked at Garland in confusion, but hesitated to speak.

Garland stared into his eyes, and Loras slowly began to compromise, "Okay, I'll try."

Although it was night, the banquet hall in Golden Tree City looked like daytime. Countless servants and maids carrying dinner plates walked through the banquet, serving delicious meals and snacks.

Thaddeus Rowan held the knife and fork and looked at his father who was toasting with King Renly, his face expressionless.

Baelor Hightower sat next to him and picked up a piece of steak. The juice filled his mouth. He chewed it with a little enjoyment and made some sounds of pleasure in his mouth.

"Thank you for your father's hospitality, Ser Thaddeus. The steak grilled in Golden Tree City is indeed a masterpiece." Baelor Hightower said approvingly.

"You are exaggerating, Ser Baelor," Thaddeus said perfunctorily. He lifted the flagon and poured wine into the wine glass. The golden wine flowed out.

"Please pour it for me too, Ser Thaddeus. I would be grateful." Ser Baelor requested politely.

"Of course," Thaddeus raised his eyebrows slightly and poured Baelor Hightower some wine.

Baelor Hightower tasted it slightly, with a smile on his face, "Good wine, really good wine."

Thaddeus was somewhat immune to Baelor's endless praise, but he couldn't help but feel the joy of being praised, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

"Lord Matus Rowan really fought hard for King Renly's legitimate throne," Ser Baelor said. "He brought nearly ten thousand soldiers to your majesty. How heroic!"

"Hourful?" Thaddeus repeated the word in a low voice, "Then my father is truly heroic to the extreme, Ser Baelor."

His face was a little red, and he opened his eyes slightly. "The people near Jinshu City have almost no food. A hundred thousand troops have been staying here for half a month. When are they going to leave? I still have to take out the barn in Jinshu City." As a result, there aren’t many reserves in the castle. No, it will be gone after three or four banquets.”

Thaddeus realized that he had said too much, "I'm sorry, Ser Baelor, I shouldn't complain so much."

"Sir Thaddeus thinks about his people. This is a gift from the gods to the Golden Tree City." Baile said with full praise.

Thaddeus smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I participated in the king's meeting, and I know that your majesty's strategy is to consume and reap profits."

"It is the duty of every vassal to be loyal to His Majesty." Baelor Hightower said, pouring a full glass of wine for the complaining Thaddeus, "Oldtown has recently received many grain speculators' stocks. If Your Majesty, if you don't mind, I can send it to you on my father's behalf."

Thaddeus smiled, but waved his hand, "No need, Sir Baelor. After all, the Earl of Golden Tree City has many vassals, and there is also a lot of freshly harvested food in Stalwart Tower and Coldmoat Castle. There is no need to bother Earl Hightower."

The eldest heir to Golden Tree City smiled kindly at Baelor Hightower and expressed his gratitude.

Garland was observing the conversation between Thaddeus and Baelor not far away, but unfortunately it was quite far away and he did not know the information of the conversation.

"Relax, my brother, you seem a little nervous." Margaery whispered beside Garland. She was extremely beautiful at the moment, with thin and transparent gauze on her arms, and a shining silver necklace around her neck.

"My father intended for you to marry Ser Thaddeus Rowan," Garlan said, glancing over slightly. Ser Thaddeus was focusing on the beef on his plate. "When he proposed to you, he was ridiculed by his grandmother. I was afraid that he would be dissatisfied."

"Yet I married a king, brother," said Margaery, wiping the shavings from her lips with her handkerchief. "Soon your Majesty will occupy King's Landing and the Iron Throne."

"That's true," Garland said. "Robb Stark and Attis Arryn seem to have joined forces. Once the Wolf-Osprey alliance is restored, its power will sweep across the West."

"However, I still recommend that your Majesty come to the Iron Throne as soon as possible and occupy the Red Keep as soon as possible, instead of wasting time on tourneys and banquets and hunting all day long." Garland said.

"I heard your Majesty say," Margaery covered her mouth with a handkerchief, "The Hightowers are not willing to go to King's Landing early. Ser Baelor assured the king that military supplies from Oldtown will continue to flow."

"Nearly 8,000 troops from the Hightower family participated in this march north, mostly cavalry. They were unwilling to suffer too many losses, and no one was willing to do something thankless." Garland said.

"Besides, Robb Stark's military exploits are indeed dazzling. If Davon Lannister hadn't gathered the remaining troops to organize a defense, his father Stafford Lannister would have re-gathered a group of troops in Casterly Rock and Lannister Port. "Ten thousand recruits, I heard that Lannister spent a lot of money from Casterly Rock City's treasury and planned to recruit those notorious mercenary groups across the Narrow Sea. I heard that some mercenary groups have begun to cross the sea." Garland was worried. The ground frowned.

Margaery listened quietly to her brother's analysis of the current situation. Seeing Garland's concern, she said, "Brother, don't worry too much. The Lannister family has a lot of gold, but the Tyrells don't have it either." No matter how many people the mercenary group has, can it be as large as the 100,000-strong army in Hebend?"

Garland smiled slightly. His sister's comfort was very effective. Perhaps he was too worried about the future and ignored how powerful King Renly was.

"Everyone raise a toast," Renly suddenly stood up, "Celebrate together!"

The atmosphere of the dinner reached its peak at this time. The nobles from the Reach and even the Stormlands stood up one after another, raised their wine glasses, and drank with the king.

Randyll Tarly quietly watched the nobles performing at the banquet and drank all the wine in his hands. He stared at Count Alister Florent who was laughing with everyone, and there was something in his eyes. haze.

He had long warned King Renly that the Florens could not be trusted, but Baelor Hightower stepped in and was willing to guarantee the loyalty of the Florens, which was simply ridiculous.

Lord Allister's niece is Stannis's wife. The Florentine family seems to be surrendering now because its fiefdom of Brightwater is too close to Highgarden. This is just a false surrender. King Renly will also ten years later. The infantry command of the Wan Da army was given to Allister Florent, which was simply ridiculous.

As for the Hightower family vouching for the Florent family, it is just another level of relatives. The second daughter of Earl Allister Florent is the current wife of Earl Hightower, so Baile Hightower will naturally Because this relationship guarantees Floren.

But his king didn't seem to care about these obvious facts, and handed over various important tasks to these families. The infantry was handed over to Florent, and the logistics was handed over to Hightower and Tyrell, allowing himself to serve as the commander of the cavalry. Is it appropriate that the Luo Wan family has contributed a lot to the imperial family?

Randyll Tully watched Thaddeus Rowan in the distance, the worry in his heart completely imprinted on his frown.

None of the ancient nobles in the Reach are good. The Hightowers can even recruit 20,000 troops. Rowan and Tully's combined military strength exceeds 30,000. As for the Tyrell family in Highgarden, after mentioning After hundreds of years of operation, Lier could only be slightly on par with Hightower in military terms, and this was despite the fact that Hightower had been neglecting its armaments all year round.

Although there are many armies in the south, each has its own master, and it is not uncommon for them to oppose each other. If it were not for Lord Lotus Rowan and his heart for King Renly, Lord Leyton Hightower would delve into ridiculous magic and ignore government affairs. I'm afraid the vassals have already started quarreling with each other.

Landao looked at King Renly who was cheering on the high platform. Although this king was friendly to others, he did not show the strategic ability to fully integrate the entire army at this time. Most of the prestige in the army still rested on himself.

He sighed slightly. The princes of the valley were also full of internal conflicts, but because Attis Aylin's personal prestige and the symbolic significance of the "Valley Eagle" had overshadowed these conflicts, Attis Aylin was on the Green Fork River these days. Generous compensation to wealthy knights also alleviated these contradictions.

With prestige and inducement, it would be best if King Renly could act like Attis Arryn.

Hale Hunter came over. He was a knight loyal to Randyll Tarly. His hazel eyes were full of worry. Randyll Tarly noticed that there were not just one or two worried people in today's banquet.

"Lord Randyll," Hale Hunt bent down and said to Randyll, "Storm's End has been raided.\

,"Landao's expression was slightly strange. He noticed that many attendants also approached their respective lords like Hale Hunter. I'm afraid it was the same news.

"Go into details." Landao said.

"It was Stannis's fleet. He attacked the outer wall, but fortunately, King Renly's acting castellan, Ser Cortanay Penrose, sealed all the entrances, including the one where the stowaways stowed onions." said Hyle Hunt.

Randolph knew he was referring to "Onion Knight" Davos. He nodded and looked at the king who was listening to Garlan Tyrell's whispers on the high platform.

The king also looked at him. When their eyes met, Randolph knew that the enemy that Renly was really waiting for had appeared. The king's eyes were no longer filled with enjoyment and pleasure, but with calmness and determination.

This was the problem that Renly really wanted to solve before occupying King's Landing, the negotiation and struggle for legitimacy, the negotiation and struggle with his brother Stannis.

Alister Florent stood beside Baelor Hightower on horseback, watching the Riverlands soldiers who hurriedly withdrew from the camp.

"King Renly can't wait to teach his brother a lesson." Baelor Hightower said jokingly.

"More than 20,000 Stormland troops are here. When the news of Stannis' attack on King's Landing came, most of the troops in Storm's End were dispatched. Now it seems that it is really..." Lord Alister murmured.

"A hundred thousand troops marched along the Rose Road to King's Landing. We have stayed for more than a month and have not yet reached Bitterbridge. It is really efficient." Baelor Hightower's words were slightly sarcastic, which was completely different from his mouth full of honey at the banquet.

Alister glanced at Baelor, "The king's 24,000 cavalry have been summoned, and I will also lead the 200 cavalry of House Florent to follow. The army here is handed over to Garlan Tyrell. I suspect the march will be accelerated."

"Most of the 8,000 men of House Hightower are cavalry, and they will be taken to Storm's End by King Renly," Baelor Hightower smiled, "The march can be accelerated, but it will only add a lot of work to my logistics."

"I handed the command of the infantry to my son, and I believe he will not disappoint His Majesty," Alister said, "Randal Tarly and Rotus Rowan will follow Renly to Storm's End. The army here belongs to you and the Tyrells."

"Ser Thaddeus Rowan will lead his own army to go north with me to Bitterbridge," Baelor Hightower said, "The Tyrells don't have the final say."

The eldest son of House Hightower raised his whip slightly and walked away.

The Earl of Brightwater, Alister Florent, looked at the departing Sir Baelor with a hint of deep meaning, turned his horse's head, and left the place.

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