Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Moroya watched the burning of the glass candle in the house. The long black column shone with white light. Ordinary people could not look directly at it, but the madwoman Moroya seemed to be completely unaffected by it. She opened her eyes wide and stared directly at the dazzling white light at the top of the candle.

The dragon soared over the town, and the red-orange flames with pale gold edges gushed on the bricks and tiles of the tower. It was so violent that dozens of people fell from the tower, bloody.

The tide of the ocean surged out from the sewer, spreading throughout the street and even the entire city. The docks at the port were burned, leaving only ruins. The tower in the distance was on fire, and countless books were transported by carriages and horses, and they filed out and were confiscated in the docked warships.

The towering tower stood tall, but the Greyjoy flag had been raised and the green fire had been extinguished.

Moroya trembled all over, and was so excited that she could not control herself.

She stretched out her hand, and her fingers touched the white light, as if she had touched a solid object. The electric current surged through her body, causing her to stagger suddenly and almost fall to the ground.

"Sewer" Morua walked out of the room, muttering to herself, with her hands on the battlements at the edge of the tower, looking down.

The wind lifted her long black hair, very gently.

A violent storm rose in the distance, and the tide surged. The flagpole of Hightower broke with a "snap", and the smoky gray burning white tower flag fell from the tall building, hitting some stall or workshop, causing a commotion among the crowd on the street corner below.

This seemed to be a signal, a signal from the wind, as if someone was controlling the wind and telling her that she could act.

She looked at the surging waves, gradually becoming more certain in her heart, and turned back to the room.

Morua spread out the book and placed it on the slanted stone slab, which was just used to hold books.

The oily yellow paper looked extremely fragile, as if it would disappear with a slight touch.

Morua carefully examined the book, which had new ink marks and old pen marks.

It recorded the ritual, which was very weak, but it was particularly suitable for the storm.

"The fire is sufficient." Morua remembered what the magician often said thousands of years ago, and used it to describe the sufficient conditions for the ritual.

She opened the door, and the wind seemed to be isolated and stayed outside, unable to enter the house. There was no trace of wind in the house, and the wind outside was sobbing.

She opened all the windows again. These were not ordinary windows. They were completely dark, as if they were not used for lighting. With the doors and windows closed, the light in the house seemed to be brought into hell by a stranger without a trace. Because of this, the light of the glass candle was particularly conspicuous in the daytime.

Morua knelt down on her knees, and the wind seemed to receive a signal and rushed into the house. Her long hair suddenly spread, the pages of the book rolled and turned, and the burning white fire on the top of the glass candle also swayed.

Far away in the sea, Euron's warship was hidden in the diffuse fog, which was getting thicker and thicker, and seemed to be rushing towards the old town.

Countless monks, red-robed monks, blue-lipped wizards, and priests of the East Continent God's Residence, men and women, old and young, were tied up and kneeling on the deck.

Their tongues were piled into a small hill, and there were also many fragments of people's hands and feet.

So there was no human voice on the ship, except for groans.

The mute crew drew out axes and long knives, pointed them at the necks of the priests, stared at Euron, and received instructions at all times.

Euron looked into the distance, as if his eyes had already seen through the thick fog, across the rolling ocean and the raging storm, to the old town, to the towering tower

He blinked, pursed his blue lips, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Euron stretched out his hand and took off the black eye mask.

The deep black pupils were exposed to the gaze of the gods.

It also passed through the space and the fog and reached the ritual room of the towering tower.

Morua opened her eyes and looked into Euron's black pupils in the white light of the glass candle.

The white light of the glass candle became more intense, and the ritual hut seemed to be unable to bear it. The white light overflowed and spread outward from the top of the tower.

It even overshadowed the green flames of the towering tower, and the light of the white flames overshadowed the sky above the towering tower.

The tide was more turbulent, as if a ferocious beast was passing by the seabed.

Their tentacles were extremely long, and from the sky, they looked like rows of black algae swaying with the flow.

The drain was pouring sewage into the sea, mostly daily water for the civilians of Old Town and wastewater left over from the manufacturing workshop.

The sea water suddenly flooded over, and the soldiers in the sentry tower stared at the surging sea with wide eyes.

"What kind of day is this?" The soldier of the Old Town garrison sighed, he looked up at the sky, "It's not raining heavily."

As if the gods responded, heavy rain suddenly fell, and the rain curtain filled everyone's vision in an instant.

At the sewer entrance of the old town, Beile Haital left a barracks to guard in case of an emergency.

But no matter how strong the soldiers are, they can't resist the surging waves.

The barracks commander was bored and casually picked up a bachelor's book and flipped through it, talking about the essential difference between the red rock in the borderland and the blue rock in the river bay, and Barbara kept talking.

After reading the illustrations marked in the book, he threw it away, not caring about what it said.

"Boom boom boom ~"

He frowned and looked around at the soldiers around him, "What's the sound?"

"Rain?" The soldier pointed to the black clouds approaching in the distance, and the torrential rain was visible to the naked eye.

"No" The barracks commander stood up, holding the long sword in his hand, staring at the source of the sound.

"It is." He saw the clue in the dark of the waterway, and his eyes widened, "Water is coming in! Run!"

With a loud bang, seawater filled the waterway, and the sewer cover on the stone road of the old town was suddenly opened and hit heavily on both sides of the street. The wailing sound spread all over the city.

Countless tentacles stretched out from it, picking up the surrounding pedestrians and dogs, and throwing out the deformed flesh and blood.

"Sea Monster!"

The fog approached, slowly filling the sentinel tower.

"Roar!~" The roar of the giant beast hovered in my ears from above.

Leighton Hightower, the old man of Oldtown, raised his head and looked at the mist-shrouded sky.

dragon!

Viserion breathed out red-orange flames, his wings magnified by the shadows of the mist, making it look like Balerion was reincarnated, causing fear to overflow in the city.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo [ sayings Wor Sai Said tossssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!

"Stop! You deserters! Deserting is punishable by death!" No matter how the knight called, dozens of sentry towers were already empty.

Baelor rushed into the room, "Father, Euron is calling!"

"Boom!" After saying that, the fireball surged up the old town wall, and a city tower collapsed.

Dragon flames suddenly spurted out from the turbulent mid-air, filling the battlement tower.

Wails, roars, escapes, and the sound of trampling water came one after another, occurring all over the tower.

Leyton Hightower remained motionless. He looked at Baelor, swallowing the fear in his throat and regaining his composure.

"Euron Greyjoy and his dragons and sea monsters are coming."

When Belle listened to her father's statement, she still couldn't believe that the scene from the ancient and legendary epic was actually happening before her eyes.

"Here," Layton took out the Hightower family patriarch's badge from the drawer and handed it to Baelor.

"this"

Baelor's words were interrupted by Layton, "Listen, my eldest son, having this thing in your hands proves that Hightower's will is in your hands. With the reputation of the Hightower family and the soldiers, you can carry as many weapons as you want. How much? Go to Harrenhal and meet Lord Attis Arryn. Hightower is willing to form an alliance with Arryn forever."

"and you?"

"Moroa, my daughter will marry Euron Greyjoy."

"What?!" Belle exclaimed, not believing everything she heard.

"Save the fire, and the blood, and take your two brothers away, even if the Oldtown garrison can't take them away," Leyton Hightower said. "I will tell the outside world that you betrayed me and Oldtown. It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t affect the overall situation, let’s go, let’s go!”

Belle's hand that took the badge trembled slightly, "Then, you will represent Old Town."

"Surrender to the sea monster," Layton said with a mocking smile, "By the gods, I didn't expect Hightower to come to my place and want to surrender to the sea monster. How ironic, how ironic."