Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The wheels were stuck in the mud, and the usual potholes turned into quagmire after a night of heavy rain, making the soldiers marching and camping in the valley miserable.

The farmer knelt down on the side of the King's Road and stood motionless, staring blankly at the messy farmland.

The patrol scouts in the valley stayed away from the main force in the rear and ignored this scene. They just glanced at it slightly and rode past.

There are more and more farmers like this, and some are groping in the fields, but from a distance, it looks like they are in a lake, and the heavy rain has swallowed up almost everything here.

A valley veteran stopped his horse, white mist pouring out of his mouth every time he took a breath.

Thick red hair covered his face, and his lips could only be seen when he spoke, "After a week of frost, there's another heavy rain..." He turned his head and looked in the northeast direction worriedly, and flicked his riding crop irritably, "Only the Seven Gods know Can we return to Erin Valley before the heavy snow closes the mountain?"

"Don't worry," the cavalryman on the side took off his helmet, carefully picked out the mud sticks on it with his fingers, and used the accumulated water in the helmet to clean his hands, "When the river at the ferry ebbs, we can arrive in winter. I rushed back to the castle and fireplace in Arryn Valley..."

Another cavalryman who had just arrived behind them shrugged slightly, and said in a tone that didn't seem to care, "My brother will go home and stay at the fiefdom on the Bright Moon Avenue, and I," he pointed at the end of the King's Road with his whip, " For me, the second son, the Green Fork River is home.”

The veteran looked at the wrapping hanging on his saddle and muttered, "This harp is rarer than your sword. It is inseparable all day long."

The second son who stayed on the Green Fork River didn't care. There were old antiques everywhere in the army, and there were even idiots who refused the Green Fork River fief and insisted on returning to the Erin Valley fief to retire. He took out his harp from the wrapping cloth and played the strings. There are still some drops of water on it.

"Hedang!" The cavalryman who was a war poet played the strings slightly, opened his mouth slightly, and his refreshing voice echoed on the King's Road.

No one stopped him. In the war era, apart from drinking and sex, such quiet and comfortable entertainment methods were rare during the war, so the resident singers at the crossroads were snapped up.

"The King's Road, the King's Road ~ the long and narrow road in the lake, where the knights of the canyon shuttle ~"

"The farmers are busy in the lake! Harvesting the frost residue and mud! The knights of the canyon are marching beside them!~"

"Without the ears of rice, who will care about the iron chair? Let the buttocks of that bastard-raised White Walker stick to it, and the cold wind will pierce your bones!"

The cavalry sang loudly, and no one cared how many words rhymed with it, because everyone only heard one word...

"Raised by a bastard!" The veteran raised his hand slightly and made a toast-like greeting.

A line of cavalry moved slowly through the flooded farmland toward the designated patrol area.

…

"The lord of the valley north of Hongge City has issued a mountain closure order, and there is also a tendency for ice to form on the valley road." Sir Marvin Bellmore, who resigned from Attis's guard captain, took his father's report and said to him Attis Arryn said.

Marvin Bellmore looked at himself, frowning, "The valley is not afraid of lions and direwolves, but the heavy snow that seals the mountains has been our enemy for thousands of years."

"The Gaoshan Clan has also been our enemy for thousands of years, but..." Weimar glanced outside the tent, and the noise and fighting of the Gaoshan Clan soldiers could be clearly heard, "We can still conquer them."

"The gods know how we conquered it," Marvin Bellmore looked at Weimar with some deep meaning, "It was not by our own strength."

Weimar didn't say much, he frowned rather dissatisfied.

Attis stared at the map in his hand. The only land route from the valley to the Riverlands was the Blood Gate. The original order to widen the road and integrate the Arryn Valley Road was more to facilitate the mobilization of the valley army and to strengthen the Arryn Valley Road. The integration of the various castles in the Ring Valley rather than relying solely on tradition to connect them to each other.

If winter comes suddenly, the mountains will be blocked by heavy snow, and the army will be trapped in the riverlands and it will be difficult to return to the Arryn Valley.

By sea... Attis immediately rejected this proposal. Since Aegon's conquest, the navy in the valley had no achievements except for a few families' own warships to protect trade.

Count Grafson's letters were like addictive poppy milk, tickling Artis's heart.

"King's Landing is undefeated. The royal navy is a piece of paper and a ruined sea. Stannis's Dragonstone fleet and pirate ships control the Narrow Sea. The royal power is empty. In order to protect the waters of the Vale and fulfill the kingdom's duty of guarding the East, The Vale needs a naval fleet comparable to the era of Aegon the Conqueror. The Seagull Town Shipyard is well-equipped and has sufficient long-term trade funds to undertake fleet production..."

Attis put down the letter. This was not the only letter he had received in the past few days. The letter from Prime Minister Tywin was also full of meaning.

"Prince Tommen was assassinated. Count Rosby failed to fulfill his obligations as a guest. The truth is confusing. The Royal Council sincerely invites the Kingdom's Minister of Justice, Attis Arryn, to participate in the trial..."

A trial, not an investigation, and Attis noted the textual details.

He raised his head and gathered the letters together.

Marvin Bellmore and Weimar stood on one side, watching Artis silently, neither of them knowing the Duke's next decision.

Attis paused on Marvin's face for a moment. He knew that Marvin Belmore's dissatisfaction with the mountain clan and the red robe woman was not an isolated case, but represented a large group. Although they could now linger in the continuous victories and results without considering those contradictions, if winter really came, the main force of the Vale army was still trapped outside and consumed for no reason. The mentality of these groups would definitely be greatly affected, and negative effects would definitely follow.

Ever since the news of Stannis's failure came, he knew very well that the head-on competition on the chess and card table had come to an end for the time being, and the political game of the court had quietly begun.

Obviously, Attis looked at the other end of the table, and the golden rose emblem was silently left on a corner of the envelope.

Margaery Tyrell and Joffrey on the Iron Throne had already made an engagement and would get married on a chosen day.

It is difficult to guess what the Rose family is thinking. This kind of invitation should be sent out after the royal invitation letter is sent out. But it seems that the Duke of Mace cares about the Arryn family's thoughts, although Artis thinks that he has not yet exposed his ambition to pursue the Iron Throne.

Showing goodwill is also showing weakness. Artis felt that the rose emblem was a bit dazzling, but what he felt more was the sharp thorns in the subtle fragrance of the rose. If there is poison in it, it is enough to be fatal.