Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Even if they are as wealthy as the nobles of the Reach and belong to the Knights of Spring, the thousands-mile-long Rose Avenue rarely rests once it is built.

The short distance from Oldtown to Bitterbridge is an ancient road that once belonged to the Gardener family (perhaps the money for the construction came from Hightower in Oldtown), and the new road from Bitterbridge to King's Landing was built by Jaehaerys, the "King of Humans" · Targaryen I. Most of the popular poems and the thick epics of the Citadel focus on recording his great achievements in building the King's Road within the Seven Kingdoms, but the renovation and expansion of the old roads of the Seven Kingdoms only occupy a few pages.

The turbid water of the Mandeb River flows under the Kuqiao Bridge. The simple wooden sign is leaning on one end of the Kuqiao Bridge, with a corner missing from the edge.

The red and gold fox's flag waved dazzlingly from the castle head of Bitterbridge. Counting the number of flags on the city's head, Florent's fox far outnumbered the yellow centaur of the Caswell family, even though the latter was the master of the Bitter Bridge.

Aleken Floren stood quietly at the other end of the bridge, squatting down and straightening the plaque.

"The hero who resisted tyranny, the Seven Gods will always watch him - Watt the Woodcutter," reads the text on the plaque.

Aleken is aware of this history. This place was originally called Stone Bridge, which had no historical connotation. Until the armed uprising of the church, nearly nine thousand people gathered here to support the church's poor people's assembly, fighting against the "cruel" Maegor. The king's army battles.

Overestimating one's own abilities, Alerken was not like some monks in the church who spoke highly of this. In his opinion, a group of people lacked training and discipline, wearing boiled leather and rusty scraps of steel, trying to use wooden sticks and farm tools. The peasants who forcibly crossed the Mander River were seeking death. The description of being vulnerable in front of the knights and attendants of the royal army was a compliment.

The result was naturally a one-sided massacre. It is said that the blood was dripping for twenty miles, and some bards even said it was two hundred miles. The castles and rivers around Bitter Bridge were all dyed red. Some people even blamed it for the muddy river. in that battle.

Alken Florent stood up. His father had sent him a letter since he disappeared in the Battle of the Hills. While Highgarden was fighting Dorne, he agreed to meet at Bitterbridge and march eastward to support King Stannis. .

As for himself, since Garland Tyrell withdrew his troops from the Golden Road, he has been stationed at Bitterbridge with Florentine's troops.

Avren stood up and looked at the other end of the bridge.

Countless flags were erected, with Florentine's red and gold fox accounting for the majority, and the rest were the knight's personal medals and the flags of the vassals of Brightwater City.

Dust was rolling in front of my eyes, and several horses were galloping towards me.

The leader is tall and thin, with striking silver-gray hair, and his beard is trimmed long and pointed, like a fox's slender chin.

Allister Florent, his father.

Alken coughed slightly and walked towards them.

"Is it time?" Alekon said to his father on the horse.

Allister nodded and shook off the red cloak behind him, "Gather the whole army, the king needs us." He just gave the order softly and then rode away, heading towards the castle of Bitterbridge.

Alerken remained silent. The orders to defeat Blackwater River and attack Tywin Lannister came at almost the same time. He admired Stannis's courage. Robert's second brother was worthy of the title of king.

But... Alerken sighed softly. He was the heir to Brightwater and needed to serve the family, and Stannis was gone.

He looked at Allister's retreating back, his expression becoming more determined. Even though he was disobeying his father and betraying Queen Selyse, for Brightwater City and Florentine, the price was worth it.

Aleken looked back at the passing water under the Bitter Bridge. There were too many bones buried in the turbid rapids...

He did not want Florent to be included in the list of bones.

…

It seems that the gods are also against Stannis.

"Broken Sword" Timon looked up at the gray sky. He originally thought that the rainy season had passed, but the mud under his feet and the rain falling all over the sky did not confirm this.

Big raindrops hit the horse's black eyes, causing it to tremble all over. Timon pulled hard on the reins to calm the horse's neighing.

And Stannis and his steed stood there like a damn statue. Timon looked sideways and spat on the ground. The attendant holding the rope suffered an immediate disaster, but the child probably thought it was rain.

But it was strange to say it. He glanced at the monks next to Stannis. He had never seen any of the seven monks so close to Stannis.

"The seven wandering stars in the sky symbolize the seven gods who overlook all living beings. They surround the world and watch the life of Westeros." The monk closed his eyes and said to Stannis.

Stannis ignored the wet armor and glanced at the monk slightly.

"Do the Seven Gods control the sea and storms?" asked the king.

The monk shrugged and covered his hood a little further, "Despite the legends and anecdotes of the Drowned God and the Storm God, the glory of the Seven Gods always looks over Westeros."

"Westeros?" Stannis looked at the monk, which made the monk a little nervous.

"I dare not say more, but...according to my experience, it should be like this..." The monk remembered that he had solemnized the marriage of the Young Wolf Lord Robb Stark and Jeyne Westerling in the church in the West. Looking up at the past, he looked up at King Stannis, who had always ignored the Seven Gods. He felt a little more annoyed. Why did he and his apprentice have to come to the Stormland to visit relatives? This child's relatives had to live in the Dorne border. Land!

The monk scolded his apprentice over and over in his mind, and looked up at Stannis timidly, fearing that the coldness that was not rainwater would suddenly hit his neck - the coldness of the metal sword.

Stannis was very fair in the rumors, and the monk now just prayed that the rumors were true.

Stannis looked away from him, looking at the heavy rain and the slow army in front of him, still expressionless.

The monk could faintly hear the sound of the king grinding his teeth, but he was surprised but did not dare to look up.

"Shipwreck," Stannis said suddenly, and the septon blinked, unable to understand.

"Shipbreaker Bay," Stannis repeated, looking at the monk, "is on the east coast of Westeros, between Storm's End and the Isle of Tarth. Geographically, it still belongs to Westeros. ”

The monk searched from the little geographical knowledge in his mind and nodded hesitantly.

If he knew the past of Stannis' parents, he would never dare to admit it at this time.

Stannis's dark blue eyes were like a black ocean, and he was no longer interested in the monks. "There is nothing better than a hypocritical god. If it has nothing to do with the world, it is better to attribute the doctrine to the secular king and write the doctrine into law!" He said He said to the monk very sternly.

The monk was a little confused, but he had to bow his head.

"Westeros does not need hypocritical justice. A qualified king should not pray to these false things for justice to come. The Seven Gods cannot truly interfere in any affairs!" Stannis' tone was already sullen, and he shook his sleeves. , rain splashed on the monk's hood, and the monk's eyes widened as he watched Stannis mount his horse and gallop to the front of the team.

"The traitors are ahead, follow your king, stop your damn complaints and prayers to the Seven Gods, focus on your swords and horses, pursue your true honor, and remove the usurping sycophants and incestuous sons from Move up and down the Iron Throne, speed up, attack with all your troops!"

Stannis rushed to the front of the team, leaping over Timon himself, who just looked at the king with a dull expression.

"Go to war!"

"Follow the king!"

"Knights! Long live the King!"

The officers in the phalanx cheered up, and such shouts appeared all over the military formation, and for a moment they drowned out the sound of the rain.

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