Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The paddle of the wooden boat cuts through the turquoise water of the lake, causing ripples in circles.

Melisandre, a woman in red robe, stood on the canoe, and Maggio stretched out his huge belly, swinging his two strong arms back and forth, and skillfully controlled the oars.

Soros poured out the wine bag, but it was hard to find a drop of wine in it. He licked his lips a few times and looked impatiently at the wooden boat that was gradually moving away, heading towards the calm depths of God's Eye Lake.

He didn't know what the purpose of these two red-robed monks coming to Westeros and the valley was. Thoros didn't see any missionary activities by them, but many red-robed monks in the Eastern Continent heard about it. After the two received the courtesy of the Arryn family, they came to the Vale and the Riverlands one after another, eager to take advantage of the tournament to preach.

But I heard that all the red-robed monks who wanted to enter the interior of the Valley Avenue from Seaou Town were expelled. The belief in the Red God is still difficult to gain a foothold in the valley. There are many savages in the Mingyue Mountains who are said to believe in the Red God, but this news has not yet Not sure if this is true.

There are many people in the Riverlands who are gradually attracted by some of the skills of the red-robed monk, but they have not reached the level of conversion.

The monks sent by Seagull Town to the Riverlands are all in Harrenhal at this time and can be sent to villages and towns at any time. By then, the Red God Faith will have no chance.

Thoros shook his head, swallowed, and stood up to find a drink. These trivial matters of missionary matters had very little to do with him. Ever since he saw all kinds of crazy deeds in King's Landing, he was just a drunkard waiting to die. That’s all.

"Can you feel it?"

Melisandre asked suddenly.

Magiro turned his head in confusion, "What?" he asked.

"Just like Asia." Melisandre's red eyes stared closely at the center of the lake shrouded in mist in the distance. The rich aura reminded her of the end of the east.

Magiro curled his lips and said, "I have never been to that city where the sun never shines. To me, it is simply terrifying." He continued to paddle.

Melisandre didn't answer. Asshai was just the place where she often lived in recent years. She didn't know where her hometown was, and it wasn't important.

The red-robed woman's eyes flickered, looking intently into the distance obscured by the mist.

"You promised to hatch a dragon from the stone. Because you and I are on the same ship, R'hllor, please make your promise come true." Magiro murmured in a low voice, seeing that he was getting more and more angry. In the calm and deep water, my voice unconsciously became smaller.

For a huge lake, the water surface of God's Eye Lake seems a bit too calm, and it is even difficult to find some waves.

He paddled carefully, and the canoe continued to move forward.

"After the tourney, I will personally escort Princess Myrcella back to King's Landing." James said while looking at Attis Arryn, who was sitting safely in the first place.

Attis put down the plate in his hand, wiped his lips with a handkerchief, and turned to look at the Kingsguard who stood up, "Is this your request, 'Kingslayer'?"

"This is my obligation, as the Kingsguard to protect the princess," James said.

The duty of the Kingsguard. Attis looked at James' determined eyes without any hesitation.

"I never thought about leaving the princess at Harrenhal." Attis stood up and walked to James, "Myrcella and I only signed a marriage contract, and there was no wedding. Her family and belongings remain the same. Still in King's Landing."

James relaxed his brows and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "In that case, wait until the tourney is over."

"What's wrong with your hand?" Attis interrupted, looking at James' trembling hand.

James frowned slightly, "It's just an injury to his arm," he responded casually with some impatience, not wanting to continue the topic, "Maybe it could be earlier, and the princess should go back to see her mother and family."

"On your own," Attis stared into Jaime's eyes, "can you protect the princess and my fiancée from Stannis's iron heel?"

James' frown deepened at this time, and a chuckle came from his mouth, "King's Landing has tens of thousands of troops, and the Lannister and towering walls can protect it."

"I believed you had this ability before, but now?" Artis didn't seem to be obsessed with discussing the defense issue with James. He walked past James, "After the war started, Lannister failed one after another. , the Seven Kingdoms' best standing army in the West and the castles in the West were retreating steadily, and even Casterly Rock City almost fell into the hands of the enemy. "

James was silent and just turned to look at Attis.

"Stannis was able to defeat ten times more enemies in the Stormlands. Based on this alone, I don't believe that King's Landing can be defended by the Lannister." Attis's voice was not serious, but rather an understatement.

After hearing this, Jaime just shook his head slightly, "Every family is plotting, but only the Lannister is the king's most loyal minister," he said with contempt hidden in his words, "As for Arryn and Tyrell," he He chuckled and said, "You are just like the theatergoers outside the Braavos theater, watching the bloody war of lions from the sidelines, and then profiting from it afterwards."

"That's right," Attis turned around and replied sincerely, his tone completely sure.

James stopped smiling, Artis's confession made him a little suspicious.

"This is a question that a qualified noble should consider. I am not a reckless Stark. I am the Duke of the Valley. Everything I say and do is related to the interests of the people of the Mingyue Mountains and the Valley."

“‘Tall as Glory’ Arryn,” Jaime’s words showed contempt again, “What a touching story.”

"In a touching story, the protagonist is never a noble, but a knight, a real knight." Attis's eyes moved slightly, "You, Jaime Lannister, are a knight."

James could see that Attis's eyes were full of doubts. This look made him feel a little stinging in his heart. James swallowed, "I am a Kingsguard wearing white robes. I swear to protect the king and his family." My family, I will protect Princess Myrcella with my life to prevent her from being harmed."

With a "pop!", a letter was placed on the table next to the two of them.

"There are rumors that the Mad King burned down King's Landing." Attis squinted at the letter on the table and pressed it gently. "You have personally served the Mad King. Is there really a wildfire in King's Landing that is enough to burn down the entire city?"

Jaime swallowed and reached for the letter. It was a letter sent by the alchemist Harlin to Thoros. The content was that he wanted to recommend wildfire to Queen Cersei to repel Stannis.

Green flames appeared in front of his eyes, and the mad king's hysterical murmurs also appeared in his ears.

"Burn them. Burn them!"

"King's Landing doesn't look safe," Attis got the answer from James's eyes, "I hope the Seven Gods can protect the princess through this difficult time."

James turned to look at Attis, pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

The lady once again entered the secret passage from before, and the familiar smell of the Red Castle lingered in her nose.

Compared to the humidity before, the corridor became much drier and cleaner. Sansa didn't know if it was because of the cleaning by the little girl who was called "Bedbug" before. There were even hand-painted patterns on the walls of the corridor.

The pictures on the wall are enough to prove the little girl's rich imagination. The black dragon with its fangs and claws is definitely not the legendary "Black Death" Balerion. The fleeing people are posing in various postures in the streets and alleys of the city, and they are bloody. , limbs can be found peeled off and burned to ashes.

She determined that this city was King's Landing. It was the Red Keep that was shrouded in the black dragon's flames. The city walls were shattered under the flames. Maybe if you got closer, you could hear Joffrey's howl. That would definitely make people happy.

"The old wolf has returned to White Harbor, it's time for us to leave."

On the other side of the wall, the eunuch's voice came again. Sansa remembered correctly that this voice must come from Varys.

Old wolf? White Harbor?

Stark symbol, city in the north

Overflowing throbbing surged from the bottom of her heart, and the lady's animal nature was also aroused. Her front paws scratched the wall of the corridor.

Don't move! Don't move! Lady, don't make a sound!

Sansa screamed in her heart, and the lady seemed to hear it and stopped.

The sound is more pronounced

"He must be raising an army. What happened in the north was beyond our expectation. All the Stark children disappeared. I thought..."

Varys' voice revealed regret, "I underestimated Tywin Lannister. I didn't expect him to be so ruthless."

"When are we leaving?" This is the voice of Bedbug.

"Wait until the prey is caught in the net before leaving. Attis Arryn's Vale Cavalry, the Lannister's standing army in the west, and Stannis's little power will probably be torn to pieces by lions and eagles before we take action, Tyrell It’s not difficult to guess what I’m thinking, but I’m just a wallflower, and it’s easy to win over.”

"The Dragon Queen of the East."

"When Westeros is named Targaryen, this is an issue we should consider." Varys's voice gradually became smaller.