Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The war horns are ringing, and the melodies of fighting and mourning are played and sung in the distance.

The boy pressed his face against the wall of the room and leaned towards the gap in the door step by step.

"Boom!"

A loud noise made him shiver a few times, his face suddenly retracted, and his breathing became rapid.

He swallowed, and his heartbeat of "Dong Dong!" was clearly audible.

The boy leaned his head against the wall and felt the shaking of the stone wall.

It seemed like a long time passed before the shaking of the wall gradually subsided.

The boy gasped softly again and hesitated for a moment. The curiosity welling up in his heart once again overshadowed the fear. He shook his head and sprinkled the water he scooped out during the day on his face. The sudden coolness suddenly woke him up.

The boy put his face close to the wall again and moved towards the crack of the door.

His eyes widened, and a sense of loss suddenly fell in his heart. It was empty outside, the streets and alleys were only dark, and there was no sword fight as imagined.

Severe pain came from the top of his head. The boy quickly turned his head, and his father looked at him angrily.

His ears were plucked hard, and his father's whisper was filled with fire, "Do I have to tie up your hands and feet with hemp rope before you are willing to stay away from the door!"

The boy's body was picked up by his father and was about to drag him towards the back room.

The loud neighing of the horses made the two of them stop their movements.

The boy felt a pressure on his back. His father pressed his body down and stared at the crack in the door nervously.

The horses' hooves clattered, and the white robes and glowing masks of the Kingsguard attracted attention.

William Lannister swung his riding whip and followed James with difficulty. The knight he served did not seem to be worried about the battle situation at the Old City Gate. This was true, even if he looked at it from a distance at the Gate of the Gods, he could It was seen that Stannis's Stormland army had been disorganized, and the whole army was in disarray.

James continued to quicken his pace, running through the rare and spacious streets of King's Landing, heading straight to the Red Keep.

…

Barristan regained his composure, picked up the incomplete white robe, and waved it again and again in front of the approaching knights. He avoided a heavy chop, leaving only half of the white robe.

He grabbed the broken sword, aimed it at the knight's exposed neck, and stabbed it hard.

The gushing blood was like a waterfall, and Barristan's white hair was completely smeared.

In a blink of an eye, the blue and white flag passed not far away in front of him. The soldiers whose horses were knocked away were like scattered flowers flying in the air, performing a good show of falling to the ground before their eyes.

The Knight of the Stormland stumbled into his side in embarrassment. Barristan wiped his neck away mercilessly, picked up his sword and shield, and carefully avoided the attacks of his attendants.

"Pfft!" The sound of the sword piercing the attendant's head was like splitting a sweet watermelon, and the juice was squeezed out.

Sandor Clegane smiled softly at himself, threw away his broken sword, picked up a handy hammer from the pile of dead people, and hit the heads of the soldiers who were running around from north to south, west to east without knowing it.

"Bang!" The hammer hit the helmet, and the helmet deflated visibly to the naked eye. The soldiers from the Stormland wailed on the ground in pain.

The sound of fighting gradually weakened, and the sound of horse hooves shaking the earth gradually became louder. Barristan gasped and looked around. The Vale Cavalry was like a blue needle, digging out gaps in the Stormland army, tearing apart Stannis's emptiness. line of defense.

"Long live Duke Attis!~"

The pioneer cavalry from the Valley even reached the gates of the old city. The Stormland army was clearly overwhelmed by the sudden attack from behind. Barristan watched a Stormland knight shaking his head in front of him, unaware. Looking around in confusion, shouting absurd sentences "Where is the enemy?", Barristan looked at the knight, who was obviously just a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. His face was pale, and his hair was stuck to his helmet with sweat stains. inside.

He dropped his weapon, "We have to escape, we have to get back to the ship..."

Before he finished speaking, a spear penetrated his chest, leaving a hole filled with blood.

"Ser Barristan!"

The Vale Knight stopped his horse, and Barristan looked up. It was Anda Royce, the eldest son of the Royce family.

He took off his mask and said to Barristan: "Duke Attis has long discussed strategy with Lord Tywin and agreed to attack Stannis together."

Barristan nodded slightly, it could only be like this, what else could it be.

"Duke Attis is the savior of King's Landing." Barristan praised.

Anda nodded slightly with satisfaction, remained silent, closed his mask, and rode towards the surroundings.

"Boom!"

The sound of swords hitting shields came from the far ramp. A large number of infantrymen in the valley held up long fan-shaped shields, hitting the shields with the backs of their swords, and slowly ran towards Stannis's army.

Their helmets and armor were thrown away, and their swords and shields were thrown to the ground.

The Stormlanders rushed towards the sea. Barristan no longer even raised his sword to meet the enemy, but only raised his shield and looked around warily. Stannis's army swarmed towards their warships, and their fighting spirit seemed to be drained away. .

The Valley army was not in a hurry to besiege the enemy. They just urged the Stormland army to rush to the coast like the people of King's Landing rushing to market. The knights who unfortunately fell became prisoners of the Valley people.

Barristan's hand relaxed, he let out a long breath, and slumped down on the raised rocks on the spot, sitting and watching the enemy troops flee.

…

Joffrey paced around Maegor's tower, his lips twitching.

The sound of fighting almost killed him.

"I want Stannis's head and hang it on the top of the city. The wind will blow, the rain will blow, the thunder will strike! A hundred years! Ten thousand years will not stop!"

Joffrey screamed hysterically, his body twitching so much that it frightened others.

But Sansa knew that Joffrey was more afraid.

"It will be so, Your Majesty," Meryn Trant looked out the window of Maegor's Tower from time to time, "As long as you are here, King's Landing will last forever, and Stannis's head will be here."

Cersei was surprisingly silent, staring silently at the mirror in front of her and drinking the red wine in her hand.

Joffrey turned his head to look at Sansa, suddenly approached, and pinched the latter's chin hard.

His voice was subtle, like the devil's whisper, "Listen, my Sansa, if King's Landing is captured, I will make you live a life worse than death and feed you to the maggots in the dungeon!"

"There are rumors of direwolves in the city. Maybe it's not a bad idea to feed the wolf girl to the wolves." Meryn Trant nervously gave advice. He looked at Sansa, as if he wanted to find some comfort from the little girl's fragility.

Sansa couldn't help laughing at them in her heart, and laughed out loud.

Joffrey's eyes widened, "Are you laughing? You are laughing!" He shouted hysterically, pulling out the long sword from his waist, "I must make you look good! You watch, you watch..."

Joffrey in front of him was like a crazy child who grew up in a prison, childish and tyrannical.

Sansa smiled and raised her head, "If this will make you feel better, come on." She said, but she was laughing wildly in her heart.

A bunch of cowards! She shouted in her heart.

Joffrey was stunned and looked at Sansa in a panic.

The door suddenly opened, and the Kingsguard who looked like Jaime appeared at the door.

"Artis Arryn is here to help us, Cersei!"

Jaime's voice! Cersei suddenly stood up from the stool, and she looked at the door happily.

"Jaime..."

The original words stopped in her throat, and Cersei looked at the tall figure at the door in a daze.

Joffrey didn't care about that. He walked to the window and looked into the distance.

The flags of Nightsong and Stannis fell to the sea, and the crescent and falcon flags of House Arryn and the flags of many nobles in the Vale fluttered on the beach.

"My brother-in-law's army!" Joffrey shouted, his joy overflowing.