Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Two hundred and sixty-five, the trend is gradually rising

The sky above Harrenhal was densely covered with haze, with cascading dark clouds roaring with thunder from time to time, and blue electric light looming. This makes it hard to imagine the weather in the Riverlands. If you stood on the cliff-like tower of Harrenhal and looked out, you would have thought it was the Cape of Wrath pointing directly at the skyline of the Narrow Sea.

The Winged Knights held high the ribbon flag of the Crescent Falcon, holding the flag high against the cold wind. Every time the horse's hoof hits the ground, thick mud splashes out wherever it passes, and the mud sticks to the horseshoe. The knight's chainmail and blue robe cannot escape the broken mud of the King's Road.

Heavy rain washed away the walls of Harrenhal, and every time the heavy gates opened and closed, there was a buzzing sound of heavy iron hinges.

The Winged Knight rushed into the city gate, "The Green Fork River surged, flooding farmland and the knight's private property!"

Countless fireworks lit up the lamps in the Bailu Hall, and the walls of the cold hall were warmed. Craftsmen maids came and went, trying their best to repaint the walls and decorate the halls with exquisite ornaments. Treasures, wines and spices from the Free Trade Cities and even further east were continuously transported to Harrenhal.

"If the Vale Army stays on the Trident River for too long, I'm afraid the Vale Road will be completely submerged in snow, and the home-loving knights and levy sergeants may not be able to fight anywhere, Duke," said Yohn Royce, who There was a slight pause, but then he emphasized, "Of course, I still stick to my original point of view. Attis, Tywin is dead, and the Kingdom of King's Landing is in control. We will never return to the Valley Road easily if we don't win it as soon as possible!"

"Mrs. Anya hopes that her sons can end this knight's dance and return to Tieyu City to attend the wedding." Harold Haddon whispered behind Attis.

"The monk's newly built temple was also flooded by the water from the Red Fork River and the Blue Fork River. Every time you breathe, you can clearly feel the piercing coldness in your throat. The earth should also be frozen, but why is there more and more mud in the riverlands? The river is getting more and more overflowing?" The Bishop of the Seven Gods sent to the Riverlands by Seagull Town said helplessly.

"This strange phenomenon has been informed to the school through the raven. There must be corresponding records. We will get the answer soon."

"Is winter coming soon?"

"Even the Canyon Rider would look like a fish here."

The noise occupied the Hundred Furnaces Hall, and kept echoing due to the walls and space.

"Quiet!" Angei noticed the impatience in Attis's expression and stood up and shouted loudly.

The voice spread from the main seat to the iron gate, and one word drowned out all the voices.

The Winged Knight rushed in, half-kneeling on the ground, holding an envelope in his hand, "Duke Attis Arryn!"

"What's the matter?" Harold Hutton looked down and asked loudly.

"The Green Fork River surged, and a large number of knights' estates and castles were flooded."

Before the knight finished speaking, there was another commotion in the Hundred Furnace Hall.

"Another surge?"

"Seven hells, how can we get back to the valley?"

"Those mountain clan barbarians in the valley have begun to plunder villages again, without any discipline!"

"Quiet!" shouted Angey and Harold Hutton in unison.

The Bailu Hall, which was noisy again, became quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on Attis Aylin.

"My lord," the bachelor of Harrenhal stroked the chain around his neck and bowed slightly to the duke, "according to my understanding, the Trident River should not surge so crazily in winter, and the city may not have a corresponding explanation. ”

"Perhaps it is the will of the seven gods. The people of the valley should return to the canyon and prepare for the winter." The bishop naturally made the statement that a priest should have.

Jon frowned. He did not hesitate at all from the monk's rhetoric, "The top priority is to capture King's Landing."

"I'm afraid you shouldn't talk about taking King's Landing, Earl," Harold Hatton said. "Lord Attis Arryn is for the Seven Kingdoms, and the Vale is also part of Westeros."

"Perhaps it is the Six Kingdoms, Sir Harold," the maester said flatteringly. "The Trident and the Vale have become one. I am afraid that the ancient name will also need to be changed, the Kingdom of the Vale and the Trident."

Attis Arryn remained silent. He listened to the sound of rain outside the window and the sound of craftsmen and servants treading water as they passed by. If Harrenhal's sewer construction had not been perfect enough, I am afraid that the huge castle would have become a habitat for trout. .

A red, familiar yet distant figure appeared at the door of Bailu Hall.

"grown ups!"

A red-robed monk whose whole body looked like it had been smeared with asphalt walked in.

Magiro? Attis stood up and stared behind him.

There was no sign of the woman in red robe.

"Excuse me for being rude, sir," Magi Luo said loudly, "I need to report something to you, something..." He looked at the people gathered around him, "Some private things, about everything on Thousand Faces Island."

The raging fire burns wantonly at the highest point of the towering tower, floating in the dense water vapor at night. It coexists with the bright moon, just like the magic of the orange moon versus the reality of the bright moon.

Baelor Hightower looked up, his usual smile gone, his lips pursed, and his brows furrowed from time to time.

The invasion of the Ironborn gave him a headache. Although Oldtown had not been actually attacked, anyone with a discerning eye could see Greyjoy's next move. The Iron Fleet defeated the Redwin family's small army left on the Arbor Island. The fleet is almost unimpeded in Whispering Bay, and from time to time there are movements that threaten the old town.

"Brother," Garth Hightower's voice came from behind, "hasn't there been any news about father?"

Belle took a deep breath and turned around. Even though it was night, Garth still couldn't let go of his knightly duties and still wore heavy armor. He walked over and patted Garth's strong shoulders. "Father prayed to the gods to give him magic to defeat the invaders, but he forgot that he already had the most outstanding knights and warriors in the Seven Kingdoms."

"Not yet." Belle turned his head and looked at the towering tower. At least the beacon on the tower had not turned green yet, which meant that the old man in the old town did not think this was a critical moment.

"Does he have to wait until the sea monster's tentacles wrap around the tower before he can get down from there?!" Garth couldn't help but feel stuffy in his chest. He hesitated for a moment and walked out of the room, "I want to see my father."

"Father doesn't let anyone go to the tower," Beile said behind him, "Except..."

"Moroya?" Garth turned his head, his mouth full of anger, "Damn, dear Moroya is like this because of him!"

Beile ignored Garth's anger, he picked up a letter from the table, "I will let the maester pass the letter to King's Landing, although someone on the Qingting Island must have sent ravens, but just in case we need Redwyne's fleet to return to Qingting Island and Whispering Bay, so that our losses will be minimized."

"Hehe! If those bastard iron races come ashore to fight us, their heads must be ended here with the Drowned God!"

Beile looked up melancholy, looking at the orange fire on the towering tower, and his eyes did not turn away for a long time.

Morua Hightower leaned on the wall of the towering tower, overlooking the prosperity of the old town.

The night wind blew her messy hair, which had grown to her heels, like a black waterfall.

"Awakashimiduo" her father's voice came from the other side of the wall, "Strange words, I'm afraid that the Valyrians can't read or hear them."

Morua walked in and glanced at the horn hanging on the wall, "The babbling of these sea creatures is not easy to understand, father."

"I know, I understand, I know," the old man said repeatedly, turned his head to look at his daughter who came forward, and waved, "Come and take a look at these records with me, haha, it's really wonderful, great times, great magic."

Morua ignored her father, but walked to the side of the glass candle and stared at the burning wick.

"Doctors of the Academy, how many people are pretending to be stupid?" The crazy woman's voice was like a nightmare humming an unknown tune in her ear, as if the hoarseness of sawdust rubbing against each other was mixed with the crispness of glass falling into pieces.

The old man ignored his daughter and was still immersed in the thick foreign language book. Even though the pages looked like they would turn to ashes in the next moment, it could not stop the old man's enthusiasm.

Across the Whispering Bay, Euron's eyes were staring at the sea shrouded in thick fog in the distance, tasting honey wine in his mouth, smiling but not speaking.

Under him was Faria Flowers, who was trying hard to please him. She kept moaning and calling Euron's name.

"Daenerys will be my sister, and we will get along well. When your majesty's brother brings her, she will be your rock wife and I will be your salt concubine," Faria Flowers said in Euron's ear.

Euron smiled, "My dear brother probably likes the toy I gave him very much, a dark-skinned woman, he enjoys it."

He grabbed Faria Flowers' shoulders with both hands, "Hurry up, I need a child."

Faria shyly took the initiative to get close to him and wrapped herself in the bed quilt.