Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

The arrows like meteors surged onto the walls of King's Landing like a tide. The night and the already dark salt water of Blackwater Bay concealed the huge size of Stannis's fleet. The warships slowly approached the walls located on Aegon's High Hill.

"The Vale cavalry just left the Old Gate this morning, and Stannis's Dragonstone fleet came to King's Landing impatiently. It's just the right time." Renfrey Ryke's eyes looked through the shrouded black curtain, and his eyes were filled with fear as he looked at the sky in the distance.

Ser Barristan Selmy was silent, with the decaying Red Keep behind him.

The soldiers of the Capital Guard shouted in the distance, "One! Two! Push!"

The long-armed catapult moved slowly like a behemoth. In the Red Keep with a large gap in the stone wall in front, countless corpses lay. The direwolf emblem and the lion emblem were now animals to be slaughtered, sinking into the blood and flesh.

"The King's Hand pin, the burnt face, alas, could this be the former Prime Minister Lord Eddard Stark?" Varys, the octopus spider, followed Barristan and said with regret.

Barristan turned his head to look at Varys, with deep meaning in his eyes.

Varys's little bird found Eddard's body in the deepest part of the Red Castle, as if it was scorched by fire. The guards of Winterfell beside him also suffered the same fate. The flames burned very cleanly, and the face was unrecognizable. The charred body, only the stubborn bones were rescued by the gold cloak when it was about to burn to ashes.

Not only that, Varys also proposed to mobilize craftsmen and speed up the construction of catapults and siege vehicles.

After the suggestion was adopted by the queen, it soon faced problems. The Red Castle was located on Aegon's Hill, and it was very difficult to push the siege equipment up, especially under the obstruction of the wooden sheds built by countless residents of King's Landing.

Then there was a sea of ​​fire all over the sky.

King Joffrey ordered to set it on fire.

Barristan seemed to have returned to the era of the Mad King more than a decade ago.

"Burn them! Burn them!"

Mad King Aerys' voice was hoarse and terrifying, and his long sharp nails mixed with blood rubbed the corners of the Iron Throne.

The residents of King's Landing who disobeyed orders succumbed to the spears and swords of the golden robes and became the wailing souls in the fire.

Barristan stepped over the debris and bricks of the Red Castle and chose the black three-night poplar that had survived in the Red Castle courtyard. The green shade was still there, and he sat down in silence.

The silver scabbard was removed by Barristan and placed on the stone steps. He lowered his head and no longer looked at the miserable situation of the Red Castle.

"When the fire started, the residents of King's Landing rushed out, and many ran to the Red Castle. In the end, when the boulders hit the Red Castle, many people even helped the Northern soldiers." Varys folded his hands and said regretfully.

Barristan did not speak, he had no intention of responding to the hypocritical face of the spider.

"Ser Barristan, leave the hard and dirty work of cleaning up the battlefield to me and Lord Varys." Lord Renfrey Lake of the Crown said.

"That makes sense. It's better for spiders to deal with the dirty spider silk that can be seen everywhere in the Red Keep." Varys smiled and looked at Barristan.

"I'll just sit here and take a break. After all, there are still big battles to fight." Barristan said, his words lost the firmness of the former captain of the Kingsguard, and were more lonely.

Varys nodded, "Ser Barristan is loyal to his duties, which is admirable." He walked side by side with the Earl of Duskendale towards the Red Keep courtyard, whispering and complimenting each other.

"Loyal to his duties." Barristan looked bitter and smiled mockingly. This praise is always ironic to him.

"The soldiers of the Reach, who are entrenched in the Golden Road, have gathered at the Bitter Bridge. The road from the Westerlands to King's Landing is unobstructed," Tyrion burped as he drank red wine. "You are taking me to King's Landing. It doesn't look like you are going to put me in the position of acting Prime Minister."

Tywin sat in front of the tent, looking at Tyrion expressionlessly, and said, "Renly has assembled a hundred thousand troops in Highgarden and is also heading towards King's Landing."

"Bad news, isn't it?" Tyrion buried half of his face in the wine glass.

"You look like this," Tywin reached out and knocked the wine glass down, and the red wine spilled all over Tyrion's face, "You are not worthy of being a Lannister."

"Well," Tyrion wiped the wine stains on his mouth, stretched out his tongue and licked the wine aroma left on his lips, "It seems that I am worthy now."

"We are surrounded by enemies on all sides. The family must either continue to exist or perish like the Targaryens." Tywin said.

Tyrion clenched his fists. "For a dwarf, becoming a Lannister is the greatest blessing. The extinction of the family is not a good thing for half of the people." Perhaps it is also the greatest misfortune, Tyrion thought.

"I won't stay in King's Landing for too long. After forcing Stannis's fleet back, I will leave you two thousand soldiers from Casterly Rock to be your barrier in King's Landing." Tywin said.

"Oh," Tyrion looked at Tywin in disbelief, "I really feel the deep father's love."

A cold snort came from Tywin's mouth, "Take care of Cersei and the young king, so that Jaime and I can deal with the northerners and southerners at ease."

"We need allies, father," Tyrion reminded, "otherwise we will die. No one can deal with the southerners and northerners at the same time."

Tywin looked at Tyrion in silence, his lips trembling slightly. Tyrion knew that his father agreed with his point of view.

"You are right," Tywin said.

Tyrion took a long breath, "Edd Stark must not die. The conflict with the North is the easiest to resolve. Getting Eddard and Miss Sansa to Winterfell intact is the most important thing in King's Landing right now." After all, the previous war was in the Riverlands, and it was Riverrun that damaged the honor first."

Tyrion looked up at Tywin who stood up.

Tywin tapped the table, "Continue."

"Renly Baratheon and Stannis Baratheon became kings one after another. It is said that Stannis released all the ravens on Dragonstone and sent them to the Wall and to Dorne. It is not known what the content of the letter is. What?" Tyrion said.

"It's just nonsense," Tywin said coldly.

"The biggest enemies are the Riverlands and Stormlands behind Renly, followed by Stannis. As long as we give up some benefits, peace talks with the North and the Riverlands are completely feasible," Tyrion said.

Tywin stood there, looking at the huge map of Westeros hanging in the tent.

"The only thing we have to fight for," Tyrion looked at Tywin, "is to occupy a strategic position and be able to protect our back at any time or stab a sword through our back at any time, Valemen."

"As long as we negotiate peace with the Wolf family, as long as Attis Arryn's interests in the Riverlands are guaranteed, and the Iron Throne brings the Green Fork under the rule of the Vale, this is something Stannis cannot agree to, I'm afraid. "Renly," Tyrion said worriedly, "Renly is good at adapting. He may win over Atys Arryn to ensure the results he achieved in the Riverlands."

Tywin took a deep breath and kept looking at Tyrion with his eyes.

"You must attack with force. The motto of the Arryn family is 'high as high as glory'. Attis Arryn must at least be decent in appearance. God, Joffrey is the confirmed heir to the Iron Throne. Stannis and Renly He is the one who intends to usurp the Iron Throne, as long as he gives Attis enough benefits." Tyrion murmured.

Tyrion looked at Tywin, "I remember, dear King Robert once said it verbally," Tywin stared at Tyrion. Tyrion's analysis was very clear, and almost all the forces from all sides were included. Holding the core firmly, "Myrcella Baratheon was married to Attis Arryn and sent to the Eagle's Nest. I think, coupled with the legal recognition conditions in the river, Attis Arryn will definitely Will be tempted."

Tywin's face was expressionless. He approached Tyrion and patted him on the shoulder, "You are right."

Tyrion's heart moved slightly, and he swallowed, "For the family to continue to give me the golden dragon, so that I, a half-human, can enjoy the service of a full human, isn't it?" He looked at Tywin.