Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The civilians of the Riverlands waded through the water, and the valley cavalry lined up nervously, shuttled back and forth between and on both sides of the crowd, waving their whips and shouting non-stop. The civilians could only yell and push in secret to keep walking. order.

This group of cavalry is just a reserve team in the valley. Most of them are the attendants of the knights. They have no qualifications or opportunities to participate in this jousting competition belonging to the knights of the Seven Kingdoms. The subsequent group melee and archery competition are where they can show their skills. stage.

The Free Riders, who were accustomed to being free and easy, did not take the Valley Cavalry's scoldings to heart, and all the words in their mouths were obscene.

"Dirty words, dirty bandits." The sparrow beside the monk muttered dissatisfiedly, and the former glared at him with the same dissatisfaction.

"Go to Harrenhal to see the beautiful girls! Hey! Hey!" the mercenary sang loudly.

Not to be outdone, the Free Riders said, "Use your sword to steal a sweet kiss! Hey! Hey!"

"I'll make her my lover! Let's sleep together under the shade of the cursed tree! Hey! Hey!" the crowd sang loudly, making everyone laugh. The laughter was like thunder exploding in the middle of the crowd, rumbling. Marching towards the high competition platform set up outside Harrenhal and the open space where the knights can move freely.

"A grand gathering of pagans, a pretentious show," the monk closed his eyes and murmured, "Knights who violate the doctrine, despicable prostitutes, this is a chaotic dance of demons."

David Destin did not pay attention to the black and white of the Seven Gods' Religion. He anxiously surrounded the valley cavalry that was patrolling the surroundings at all times. According to his estimation, there were at least four or five cavalry columns closely watching. Following the advancing crowd, the civilians heading to Harrenhal remained relatively intact and crowded together.

He frowned tightly and looked hesitantly at the towering walls of Harrenhal in front of him. Are the people in the valley always so cautious?

When Theodore woke up again, all he could hear was the pitiful howls of the masons, and all he could see was the deep darkness of the dungeon, but he could also clearly see the attendant's mutilated body and the unstoppable flow of blood.

The bright red blood must have been freshly shed. The boy fell in a pool of blood, which was the only bright color in the surrounding darkness. The intertwining of red and black stimulated Theodore's vision. His pupils tightened and opened slightly, and his lips stopped. Trembling constantly.

The knight who was determined to rebuild the son of a warrior opened his mouth slightly, but the dried blood scab on his face twitched and opened the wound at this small movement, and heart-breaking pain instantly filled his whole body.

"Ahhhh!" The sound of the whip was once again mixed with the miserable howl, resounding through the deep underground of the Widow's Tower, echoing far away.

"Ser Jaime?" Attis Arryn looked at the shocking scars on Jaime's face with some hesitation. From his forehead to his chin, the deepest scars were surrounded by tiny scars. His entire face looked like a jungle of swords. It looked like it had been rolled over inside. Although the overall appearance could still be recognized, the handsome and handsome face in the past must have gone forever.

James seemed to be used to the reactions of the people around him when they first saw his face. "Since you still know me," he put the golden mask he took off back on, "I am the Kingsguard, and I am here to protect my princess," he said briefly. Somewhat hesitantly, "My niece, the daughter of Queen Cersei."

"It's a pity that you didn't make it to the banquet at Hundred Furnaces Hall." Artis didn't know what James had gone through. He was afraid that after experiencing two major defeats at Riverrun and Goldtooth, he was living in a river controlled by running wolves and trout. Traveling between places is not an easy task, "Princess Myrcella is too drunk and may fail in the first joust this morning."

James frowned when he heard this, "Too drunk? Did Myrcella drink?" His words were full of concern, and there was also a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes when he looked at Attis, which was subtle and difficult to detect.

Attis did not answer, but looked calmly at the Kingsguard who had traveled all the way from Casterly Rock to Harrenhal, "Some people are good at solving problems and achieving reconciliation, and some people are used to creating problems and creating chaos. Fortunately, Princess People who belong to the former category." He looked at the many participating knights wearing armor and inspecting lances and horses outside the tower, his eyes moved slightly, "You don't guard the latter category of people who are causing chaos to prevent them from causing trouble, but they come here Here, protect the former category.”

James' palm holding the hilt of the sword seemed to have a little more strength, and his face under the mask also tightened. He knew clearly that Attis Arryn had something in mind.

"Or could it be that the disfigured 'Kingslayer' had lost his arrogance and arrogance and did not dare to return to King's Landing to face his loving father? And sister?" Attis said to James very harshly. There seemed to be disgust in it.

James' straight upper body tensed up slightly. He didn't know where Attis's emotion came from. "Speaking of fending off enemies," James also looked out the window at the countless knights preparing for the competition. "A qualified guardian shouldn't Robert and Renly both like to waste money and hold a tourney when the kingdom needs him most."

But their end was obvious, James thought to himself.

Attis looked at James's eyes exposed in the small holes of the golden mask, and raised the corners of his mouth, "Knowing who the kingdom needs requires wisdom and brains. You are very lucky, Sir James."

James said no more, turned around and left the study in the tower, "I'm going to meet Princess Myrcella. I'll see you at the tournament, Duke Attis Arryn."

The heavy footsteps of the knight's iron boots gradually faded away, and Attis's eyes slightly narrowed as he looked in the direction James left. The disgust in his eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by a face that was gradually contemplating.

"He's afraid of going to King's Landing," Attis whispered, chuckling to himself.

"Most of Attis Arryn's Vale army crossed the Green Fork through the crude passages of Ruby Ford and Crossroads," Davos Seaworth, the Onion Knight, recounted the situation to Stannis in detail, " The Reach, which lost Renly, finally turned to the Lannister, but Dorne's containment and the previous disastrous defeat in the Stormlands hills left them with no time to care."

"There is still news that Redwin's Qingting Island fleet is approaching us," Justin Marseille frowned and reminded, "Our royal fleet may not necessarily be able to defeat them."

"The Earl is certainly right," Sir Davos nodded slightly and pointed to the Summer Sea on the map, the southern end of Dorne. "Although the Dornish fleet has long been lonely, the rampant pirates in the Summer Sea have It will teach them a lesson."

"Which smart pirate would provoke the best naval fleet in Westeros?" Justin said disdainfully with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Davos ignored the sarcasm in Justin's words and continued to follow the Summer Sea with his fingers to Tarth Island and the Stormlands. "I must have seen the roaring waves and fierce storms outside Storm's End before setting off." "Whether Redwin will choose to take the risk and sail around here from the open sea, or whether he will stay where he is and wait for the storm to subside is good news for us."

Davos let go of his hand and supported the table with both hands. "The Vale has just annexed the Riverlands, and held a grand tourney at Harrenhal. The money may not be able to be circulated. The conscripted armies are returning to the Vale one after another. The Riverlands are trapped in the conflict with Dorne." The battle was anxious and hard, and the Qingting Island fleet was slow again."

He looked at Stannis, who had been silent, "Your Majesty, as you said before, I don't see any better time than now to attack King's Landing."

Stannis lowered his eyes and looked calmly at the map of Westeros spread out on the table, like a petrified sculpture.

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