Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Moqorro stared at the terrifying giant bat on the door of the Hundred Furnaces Hall. The sharp angles on its wings made the whole door look particularly hideous. The scarlet comet afterglow shone on the bat's open bloody mouth, as if the beast had just bitten its prey and had blood in its mouth.

A breeze blew across Moqorro's exposed arms, and he felt a chill, which made him wrap his clothes tightly. His neck shrank into his fat red robe, and the asphalt-colored skin on his face was perfectly hidden in the darkness. Only the white of his eyes in his pupils could be clearly seen.

Moqorro stared at the bat's open bloody mouth. The black and sticky shadow crawled out of the bloody mouth like paint, as if it had life. The surface of the shadow seemed to be jumping magma. Black thin lines kept coming out of the shadow surface, like a palm, grabbing the bat's wings and drilling into the gap of the iron door of the Hundred Furnaces Hall.

Moqorro stood up without making a sound, his pupils widened, and stood there in astonishment.

The shadow struggled to crawl out of the bloody mouth, opening its mouth wide, as if roaring silently.

A cut was torn on its back, and two dark wings grew and spread out in it. Moqorro couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart, and he took a step back slightly. He swallowed his saliva and touched the cracks on the wall behind him with his hands.

At first he thought it was a bat, but soon overturned this idea.

Moqorro's pupils trembled slightly. The creature that crawled out of the bloody mouth of the iron-sculptured bat had a huge head.

The appearance of the head only appeared in legends and the remaining murals. A dragon's head made of sticky shadows tore its mouth, and its wings folded slightly, and it quickly drilled into the gap of the iron door without leaving any trace.

"Dragon?" Moqorro was still in shock and took a deep breath. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of terrible magic Melisandre of Asshai was performing behind the iron door of the Hundred Furnaces Hall.

Shadows spread around the Hall of a Hundred Hearths, and the dark dragon head slowly approached Melisandre standing in front of the stove.

The sky-blue dragon egg glowed faintly, and Melisandre's red eyes stared at the burning stove. The leech had turned into ash. She raised her head and looked into the empty and gloomy eye sockets in the shadow.

The ruby ​​on her chest dimmed in an instant, and Melisandre's face turned pale.

The glimmer of the dragon egg became brighter and brighter, and there was even a faint sign of daylight in the Hall of a Hundred Hearths.

The shadow dragon opened its arms, and its ferocious dragon mouth opened slightly, and the bloody light of the red comet shone on it.

A man and a dragon, one red and one black, confronted each other for a few seconds. The dragon turned into black water in an instant, covering the stove fueled by the king's blood and the pale red-robed woman. The steaming black slurry rushed all over the Hall of a Hundred Hearths, and the main hall of Harrenhal was immediately immersed in the entire black sea.

Moqorro seemed to hear something, and he gently put his ear against the iron door, listening carefully to the sound inside. He frowned, and the low roar of the beast came into his ears.

The morning dew flowed down the cracks of the wall of Harrenhal, dripping on Moqorro's face.

He was awakened by the sudden coldness, and looked blankly at the open iron door of the Hundred Hearths.

Melisandre sat quietly in front of the iron door, looking at the comet in the distance that was still dragging a scarlet tail, and her eyes seemed to have never blinked.

"What happened," Moqorro stood up and approached Melisandre, "I saw it last night"

"Everything you see is true, Moqorro of Volantis, it is the Lord of Light who lets you see it, believe your eyes, it is very clear." Melisandre said, her voice was laziness and a little tired.

Moqorro frowned tightly and asked uncertainly, "Is it all true?"

"You have seen the power that the Lord of Light gave me. You saw it in the Mountains of the Moon. You saw it again last night. Believe in the Lord of Light and believe in your own eyes." Melisandre just repeated, reminding Moqorro to believe what he saw with his own eyes.

"The curse of Harrenhal?" Moqorro asked, "Is it solved?" He did not forget the promise that the Red Woman made to Lord Arryn.

After hearing this, Melisandre looked at the Red Monk in a daze, "The ruthless cold water of the Ironborn, the blood and tears of the Riverlanders, the magic of dragon flames and the charred corpses are all wrapped in this huge black castle. For thousands of years, the magic of Westeros, Essos, and the known world has gradually become thinner, but here there is a rich magic that is no less than Asshai."

"So? Curse, it" Moqorro continued to ask. He had heard this in the Red Temple of Volantis. He didn't care about it at first, but everything that happened to Melisandre made him believe these statements. He could also see that Lord Artis Arryn was also afraid of the curse of Harrenhal, so he allowed the red-robed woman to follow the Vale army to Harrenhal.

"The blood of the king resonates strongly with the magic here, too strongly." Melisandre murmured, "but I don't know why."

"What does the blood of the Stark family have to do with Harrenhal?" Moqorro asked. Robb Stark came from the distant North, and the Stark family had not had much connection with Harrenhal in history.

Melisandre did not answer, but frowned slightly, her eyes wandering, as if she was also looking for an answer.

"We interpreted the instructions of the Lord of Light correctly. The blood of the king of the North worked, and the effect was extraordinary," Melisandre said, with a very firm tone, "The lingering ghosts and entangled curses of Harrenhal are all covered under the quagmire of shadows"

The quagmire of shadows? That's clearly a dragon, Moqorro thought.

"The Shadow Swamp spread with the help of the Red Comet, and I borrowed the power of the Dragon Egg."

Magro looked behind Melisandre. On the stove with only embers left, a sky-blue dragon egg was placed there safely.

"The Stark blood resonates with the magic of Harrenhal, we just don't know where this resonance comes from." Melisandre murmured, and every time Maguro saw her serious look, he felt that Chant a mantra.

"The Lord of Light didn't tell us? Or rather, didn't tell you?" Magiro asked.

Melisandre did not answer, acquiescing to this fact, "Maybe," she said, "this is not important to the true king's career." Melisandre wrapped her red robe tightly, with a touch of worry on her brows, she He looked up at the bright red comet in the sky, "I have a feeling that the curse has only been suppressed, not eliminated."

Magiro looked at Melisandre in confusion, without answering. He raised his hand, rubbed his lips with his fingers hesitantly, and frowned tightly. This castle was too tall and huge, and the shadows cast by the five towering twisted towers were enough. Most of the sunshine in the castle was driven away, and he felt only uneasy in his heart. It was hard for him to imagine that an old woman could live alone here for decades without the company of her relatives.

Tyrion rubbed his eyes, and was a little surprised to find that he had a good sleep last night, with no nightmares at all, except for a slight pain in his head.

A little sunlight leaked in through the cracks in the curtains. The first few times he came to Harrenhal, it was cloudy, without a trace of sunlight, and it was all cold. Unexpectedly, it would be sunny when he woke up.

He climbed out of bed and walked to the corridor in front of the door with sleepy eyes. Pod had been waiting at the door for a long time.

"My lord, you're awake," Pod said.

Tyrion looked at the sunlight, which was a little dazzling, "What time is it? Where is the toilet?"

Pod replied: "It's almost noon, sir. This is the first time you've gotten up so late." He raised his arm and pointed to the far side of the corridor, "The toilet is there, I'll guide you there."

"Hoo~"

Tyrion seemed to have arrived in the uninhabited King's Landing, his sister's favorite school grounds at the Red Keep. When the sun was bright, Cersei seemed to regard it as a beach ten miles away from Casterly Rock, where Tyrion and James were children. He often went there to play, and he also knew that James often stayed there with his sister without telling him.

Since it was noon, the shadows of Harrenhal's five towers were suppressed to a minimum. Sufficient sunlight shone throughout the castle, and some buds could be seen growing even on the cracked walls.

Tyrion frowned. He had the impression that there was no vegetation in Harrenhal, but the cracked gaps in the city wall seemed to grow many buds and branches overnight, not just in one place, but in many places as far as the eye could see. .

"The eagle in the sky is still a gardener on the earth?" Tyrion raised his eyebrows slightly and said in surprise.

Following the memory in his mind, he came to the tower where he had negotiated with Attis Arryn last night and climbed up.

A gorgeous red robe instantly caught his eye.

"Oh!~" Tyrion's lips bulged into a round shape, "I didn't expect Lord Arryn to have such a charming beauty hidden in this dark castle."

Melisandre looked at Tyrion, and the exotic aura of her red eyes and burgundy hair immediately fascinated Tyrion.

"My lady, it is an honor to see you here," Tyrion bowed slightly and saluted Melisandre. "You are as eye-catching as a red-hot bouquet in Harrenhal."

Melisandre just smiled and did not respond.

Attis walked into the study, "I thought I made it clear yesterday, Tyrion," he pulled out the bench and sat on it, "I will go to King's Landing."

Tyrion took a deep breath, "Maybe you don't need my reminder, after all, Lannister's identity is here, but I must say, Aelin, and Lannister, we have a solid marriage contract. It’s not a tense situation.”

"Princess Myrcella is my fiancée," Attis smiled softly, "The alliance between the Eagle's Nest and Casterly Rock is unbreakable, and they are indestructibly united in front of King Joffrey to protect the Iron Throne."

He pointed to the map, "To show sincerity, Hunter and Redford's valley troops have withdrawn from Golden Teeth City, the gateway to the West. You need manpower to defend that fortified city."

Tyrion took a deep look at Attis and said, "The tragedy at the Frey family was caused by the gangsters who rebelled against the Iron Throne. My good nephew will understand this."

Attis shook his head and pointed to the letter on the table. "Count Leonor Corbray confirmed that this matter was caused by Lynn Corbray cooperating with gangsters in order to deceive Mrs. Pia Frey and seize the inheritance rights of Twin River City." done.”

"Isn't Lyn the heir to Earl Corbray?" Tyrion suddenly realized. He looked at Attis with a deeper look. "In this case," he said, "you are the Minister of Justice of the Royal Council. The issue of the inheritance of the nobles is best solved by you. I will report this matter to King Joffrey and the King's Hand."

Attis nodded slightly and spread his hands, "This is sincerity. The sincerity of both parties is not only the connection of the marriage contract, but more importantly," he poured the wine into the cup and handed it to Tyrion, "the connection of credit, we Will restore the prestige of the Iron Throne, with credit."

No one can be more trustworthy than Stannis. Wouldn't it be better if the Iron Throne was given to him? Tyrion took the glass and drank it in one gulp.

"If the Tyrells are truly willing to serve King Joffrey," Attis said, raising his glass, "perhaps the peace of the Seven Kingdoms can be forged at our hands."

Tyrion looked at Attis, raised his glass, "Peace."

"Peace." Attis swallowed his drink.

"But I still don't understand," Tyrion said, his eyebrows slightly raised, "Golden Tooth is so important, dear Lord Tywin is not able to completely control it. Control that strong city," Tyrion pointed to the map, "The Riverlands are surrounded by the Twins, Harrenhal, and Golden Tooth, and the Arryn family can better exercise the power of the Governor of the Trident."

"It's just a castle," Atis chuckled, "It's not as exaggerated as you say, the Trident is not the home of the people of the Vale after all," he looked at Tyrion, as if he was looking at him gently, "Robb Stark once occupied the Golden Tooth, and now he is in the dungeon of Harrenhal"

"No strong city can protect the Westerlands," Atis said, his eyes were full of deep meaning, "The key lies in the people of the attack and defense."

Tyrion thought of Davon Lannister, who was captured by the Northern Army and released back to Casterly Rock not long after. Now it is said that he is, fishing? He even went out to the sea to fish on the island. It was a great stimulation. It is said that his father, the deceased Sir Stafford, loved fishing the most.

"It is people who can accomplish things, not castles that stand still and cannot move." Atis took a sip of wine and said with a smile.

Tyrion sighed, "It seems that I have already discussed these things with you." He pursed his lips, "It seems that I should leave. Go to Dorne, wow! My small body can really walk. Sooner or later, I can travel all over the Seven Kingdoms. Maybe I can't go to the Eyrie."

"Maybe when Princess Myrcella and I return to the Eyrie," Atis said with a smile, "you can follow."

"I hope that day will come sooner, really." Tyrion shook his head, "After lunch, I can set off and take the ship full of fish smell to the Dorne Desert where there is no grass. Life is really wonderful."

He didn't wait for Atis to respond, turned around and walked out the door.

"If possible," Atis's voice sounded behind Tyrion, "I sincerely hope to call you the Duke of Casterly Rock, Tyrion Lannister, sooner or later. If you become the Warden of the West, the days of peace will truly come, won't they?"

Atis's words passed through the eardrums and entered the brain, which was already buzzing. Tyrion forced out a face, "Lord Tywin will never let one and a half people lead the Lannister family. I still have my brother and my dear sister."

"Kingsguard and Queen Mother, no, Tyrion, you are the only legitimate heir, the heir of Lannister, don't forget, I am the Lord Chancellor, and the Lord Chancellor is best at matters of inheritance." Atis's voice seemed to be magical, lingering in Tyrion's mind.

Tyrion turned his head, "The best place for me is still the fragrant brothel." He walked out the door and strode away.

I will support you, Tyrion Lannister, Atis drank the last sip of wine and said in his heart.

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