Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The wine glass on the table was empty, and Balon Greyjoy reached out to pick up the wine jug and poured it again.

Sawon Portley's insistence made him fall into deep thought again. He had pondered too many times before, but he couldn't figure out any clues, leaving only worries in his mind.

He impatiently grasped the handle of the wine glass again and drank the wine.

"Ha~" Balon made a comfortable sound and burped slightly.

His salt concubine was probably waiting for him in bed with her clothes off. Balon put down the wine glass and walked out of the tower.

The shaking iron chain bridge appeared in his sight. Balon steadied himself, held the iron chain, and groped into the darkness ahead.

There was always no one guarding here. Balon shook his head. It seemed that nothing had changed since he became king. No new rules had been established, and everyone still did things according to the old rules.

It has to change, Balon said secretly in his heart.

The momentary daylight stirred up by the thunder illuminated the shaking iron chain bridge in Pike City. The dense rain lines were like cracks on the surface of broken glass. The light was only for a moment, making the rain scene freeze in place in an instant, and then shrouded in darkness.

The storm washed the iron chain, and the raindrops fell straight down, splashing everywhere, and also splashing on the face of Balon Greyjoy.

His face was pale, his hair was scattered on both sides, and the rain was on his angular and thin face, as if the white light reflected on the tip of a knife was as eye-catching.

There was a black shadow in front, the outline of a person.

Balon touched his waist and held the hilt of the sword in his hand, "Who are you?"

The sound of the storm drowned out almost all the voices of the people. Balon could only ask loudly, but the man didn't seem to hear clearly, and stood silently in the middle of the bridge cable, motionless.

Balon drew out his sword, which cut through the rain in an instant, splashing water, like a sea monster's tentacles suddenly extending out of the sea, ferocious and terrifying.

"I warn you." Balon's body suddenly went limp, his throat seemed to be blocked by seaweed, leaving only the sound of struggling.

The stranger approached Balon, his face exposed in his robe facing Balon, and whispered something.

Balon opened his eyes wide, he couldn't hear what the assassin said, but he could guess from the tone of his voice

An unknown person?

Balon's body was dragged by the assassin, rolling, falling, and the most powerless feeling of weightlessness completely enveloped his whole body.

My Seastone Seat, my family, Asha

Theon

These names were blocked in the throat, and only pitiful whimpers were heard.

"Plop!"

Balon fell into the sea, like a stone falling into a stream, the water splashed slightly, and in an instant he was swept by the storm again.

As if it was a signal, the moment Baron fell into the sea, the storm seemed to have calmed down, and the wind and waves gradually subsided.

Looking up at the bridge rope, the assassin who had been standing on the bridge rope had disappeared, leaving only the iron rope that was washed and hit by the rain, which looked shaky and empty between the two towers.

When the waves gradually subsided, it was dawn, but the rare calm was broken by the alarming bells. The bells of the main castle of Pike and the Blood Castle rang at the same time, and the figures began to increase. The visible panic spread in Pike.

Militang stopped where he was, and gently pulled with both hands. The black cloth covering the surface of the cloak behind him was unveiled, and the rainbow pattern was revealed, which was particularly eye-catching under the bright sunshine.

Passing through the dense forest and bypassing the vast Harrenhal, in the middle of a seemingly barren field in the God's Eye Lake, the smoke from the village was curling up.

Militang sighed, "It should be here." He muttered to himself. According to Sir Theodore's instructions, the sparrows' resting place should be here.

He drew out his long sword and went into the grass bushes as tall as a person alone. He knocked the grass with the back of the sword and waded out to create a path for people to walk on.

Walking out of the grass bushes, the old brown flag was inserted diagonally into the soil. The seven-pointed star pattern on it had faded very lightly, and it was even impossible to identify it without careful observation.

Militang stopped. The believers in groups of three or two, wrapped in gray-brown cloth, were working together to slowly move the large water tank into the house.

He quickly retracted his long sword and went forward to move the water tank with the believers.

The believers simply looked at him, and after noticing the shiny crystal star on the round head of his sword and the rainbow-colored cloak behind him, they stopped paying attention and made some space for Militang to help.

The water tank landed steadily on the ground of the house. The crusted mud seemed flat and hard, but it was still soft. The bottom of the water tank sank deeply, leaving a dent.

Just as he was about to look up, a familiar voice rang in his ears.

"You're here."

Militang looked up, his eyes moved slightly, and Sir Theodore Wells was holding a long sword and looking at him.

"Millitang Darry?" A surprised voice came from behind Sir Theodore. Militang frowned slightly, looked over, and a familiar face suddenly came into his eyes.

"Baron Dedings? How could you be." Militang was also surprised. Since he became a fugitive after the defeat of Salt Pan Town, he could not imagine that he could see acquaintances in the river again, especially nobles, not to mention that David Dedings in front of him was once a wealthy noble leader. The financial resources of the Dedings family have never been underestimated by any family in the river.

But now

Militang looked David Dedings up and down. His armor was covered with sword marks, and his leather armor was pierced with arrow holes. The gold ring that Baron Dedings was once proud of was gone. His hair was messy, and his beard was no longer as well-groomed as before, but sloppy.

This contrast made Miltang unable to accept it for a while. He opened his mouth and shook his head.

"Baron? That was all in the past," Baron Deddings muttered, his helplessness evident here, "Attis Arryn took the Green Fork, and my territory was plundered and plundered , the noble nobles can only seek the blessings of the seven gods and curse the greedy valley people."

"And the sad King of the North, the 'lost' King of the North." He lowered his head, as if muttering to himself.

Theodore's face was expressionless, as if he had been used to this scene for a long time. He just waved and motioned for Militan to follow.

Militan followed and walked towards the house.

There was the sound of the hitting of sticks and the clanking of swords. Militan felt as if he was in a school field. He looked at the sparrows undergoing training in the open wasteland behind the house, his eyes full of surprise.

"You are training an army under Attis Arryn?" Militan asked, worry creeping onto his face, "This is so close to Harrenhal."

"We are not training an army, Militan," Theodore said. "The followers of the Seven Gods have the right to defend their bodies. We are only giving them the ability to exercise their rights."

"But" Militan looked at the knight training the sparrow, "how could these knights..."

Theodore glanced at Militan, "No need to be surprised, there are so many knights who believe in the Seven Gods."

Militan looked at the knights in the crowd with fear. The familiar family coat of arms was all too familiar to him, "Knights of the Green Fork River?"

He turned to look at Theodore, "Let me be frank, what do you think would happen if the news that Robb Stark's old men were recruited by the High Sparrow reached the ears of Attis Arryn?" Militan pressed down. Feeling anxious in my heart, I waited for Theodore’s response.

Theodore did not speak in time, he stared at Militan, "The war is over." He only said one sentence, then waved his hand, signaling the knights on the school field to stop training and walk away.

Militao gritted his teeth and followed him without saying any more. He decided to wait until he saw the High Sparrow before trying to dissuade him.

"I need to see him, High Sparrow." Militan said to Theodore from behind. The latter took a long step, and Militan even felt a little difficult to follow.

"The High Sparrow is flying in the sky," Theodore responded. "He may be stationed in some village for a few days or weeks, no one can tell."

"How long are we going to stay here?" Militan frowned, "King's Landing is our goal."

"Eradicating the traitors and restoring the glory of the Seven Gods is our goal, Sir Militan," Theodore said. "Besides, the heresy of the Red God is entrenched in the sanctuary of the Seven Gods. How can we turn a blind eye."

"Red God?" Militan frowned. He didn't know what Theodore meant, so he stopped talking and hurried to follow.