The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

The originally noisy people in the hall seemed to be pressed by an invisible big hand, and after a slight sound, they gradually became quiet.

However, noisy shouts and hurried footsteps were still heard outside the door, and the commotional movements were like surging undercurrents, constantly impacting the already tense nerves of the people in the hall.

"I, Mes Tyriel, Duke of the High Court, Supreme Leader of the River Bay, Prime Minister of the Kingdom."

Duke Metz stood up and slowly glanced: "I will protect everyone's safety."

At this suffocating moment, the prime minister's demeanor emanated from Duke Metz was like a warm spring breeze, comforting the uneasy people just in a perfect way.

The people who were originally full of panic breathed a sigh of relief, and the anxiety on their faces gradually faded, and they sat back to their positions one after another.

Soon, Count Matus, who went outside to inquire about the situation, returned with great strides. He grabbed the sword handle with the sword around his waist with his left hand, and took every step calmly and powerfully.

Standing under the high seat where Fengjun was, he was tall and had a serious and cold expression on his face.

"Mr. Metz, we were attacked and the enemy used fireboats to ignite the dock."

Hearing the word "enemy", the people in the hall, which had finally finally calmed down, became commotion again... People whispered, their faces were full of fear and doubt, and the uneasiness spread rapidly in the crowd.

Greyjoy is really here? !

Duke Mes touched his neatly trimmed beard and asked, "Matus, how many enemies have come?"

Earl Matus shook his head slightly: "Their soldiers have not appeared yet. The fire ship is the first wave of offensive. I think the real attack is behind."

After pausing slightly, he said again, "Sir, a soldier reported that the 'Hewan Land Leader' was also hit by a fireboat...fire."

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Messe's lips couldn't help but tremble a few times. It was a ship carrying the glory and pride of the river bay.

"My flagship? Can this...can it..."

Although it was not stated clearly, Count Matus knew exactly what Fengjun wanted to express, so he could only shake his head silently.

Standing there, Duke Mace's thick chest rose and fell several times, then moved his footsteps towards the stairs.

"Matus, follow me!"

On the third floor, the window towards the dock was pushed open with force, and a wave of heat hit the face, and a sea of ​​fire in the dock instantly caught my eye.

The burning flames were like giant dragons with fangs and claws, devouring everything there wantonly.

Duke Mace squinted his eyes and looked at the direction where the "Hewan Land Leader" was docked, where... it was completely covered by flames and smoke, and nothing could be seen.

He had the last trace of luck in his heart, but as time went by, that trace of hope gradually faded.

He finally sighed regretfully, he was sure it was too late, the flagship that symbolized Tyrier's honor was about to be turned into ashes in the fire.

After calming down his mind a little, Duke Mess's eyes moved to his side: "Earl of Matus, the enemy is to cause our chaos, and we need to be prepared to fight the enemy immediately."

Earl Matus nodded with a serious expression: "Yes, sir, the enemy's target is likely His Royal Highness the princess in the castle, but it may also be...you."

He looked around and continued, “According to the law issued by Cleb, the stone walls of this tavern are strong enough and the windows are narrow, making it a good defensive facility.”

He said again: "We can arrange archers around the tavern, condescendingly, and shoot the nearby enemies. Then arrange elite soldiers to guard the gate of the tavern. It is difficult for the enemy to break through our defense. I think the enemy does not have siege weapons, or the like. , our strengths are obvious.”

Duke Metz nodded calmly: "I will let the guests move upstairs..."

Before he could finish his words, Earl Matus immediately said, "Mr. Mess, please leave the battle below to me."

Upon hearing this, Duke Mes was a little hesitant, and Matus said again: "If those guests were not in charge, they would probably bring us unexpected trouble."

Paused, he added: “The strong fortresses are often first to break from within, which is the motto of the Regent of Green.”

After the painstaking persuasion of Count Matus, Duke Metz sighed and said, "Here... I will 'take care of' our guests."

His big hand patted Matus on the shoulder: "Tonight let everyone see the bravery of the Knight of Xiahewan, my loyal and brave knight."

"As for orders, Duke of the High Court!"

The white cloak shook, and on it... the golden tree emblem of the Luowan family swayed. Earl Matus and the captain of the Tyrier family looked at each other, nodded, and then left.

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On the hidden heights of Longshi Island, the wind roared, and was like ghosts crying and wolf howling.

"My poor children..."

The blazing fire dyed the night sky a strange orange-red color. Euron Greyjoy held her hands in front of her chest, with a seemingly non-smile smile on her face, looking at the sea of ​​fire in the distance with satisfaction.

The firelight reflected red from his eyes, like a beating fire of desire.

Beside him was the priest Machiro who could not hide his fatigue, and behind him were dozens of crew members of the "Silence" whose tongues were cut off. They stood there motionlessly, like a group of soulless puppets.

The crow turned his head and a strange curve appeared on the corner of his lips: "This time the sacrifice is not small. Alas, they all love me very much. Think about it... I am still sad."

His voice seemed particularly gloomy in the howling wind, as if it was a whisper from the seven levels of hell.

"Looking back on history, the king's crowns were all cast in blood, King Euron."

Machiro nodded slightly at the crow's eyes: "Your species will rush through the flames and rush into Dragonstone Island to attract all the guards. By then, it will be a good time for us to 'visit' Dragonstone Fort."

Crow Eye joked happily: "The soldiers in Dragon Stone Fort will not move, so we still have a lot of trouble."

Priest Machiro looked at the hazy outline of the Dragon Stone Castle, and the black shadow of the castle looked particularly solemn in the night, like a sleeping giant beast.

He withdrew his gaze and spoke slowly: "At least, His Highness the Princess cannot call reinforcements tonight. Without reinforcements, your plan is half successful."

Crow's eyes laughed: "I am her real reinforcement, what a lucky princess."

“We can set out.”

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

The crow turned around and took steps, and everyone slowly moved towards the direction of Dragon Stone Fort.

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The strong wind hit again, with a terrifying howling, as if it was about to overturn the whole world.

The sea of ​​fire on the Dragon Stone Island pier seemed to be pushed by an invisible giant hand, rolling towards the city frantically.

Above the sea, the surging waves slapped the ship's side more violently, with dull sounds one after another, like the prelude of war drum beats.

The Greyjoy family's iconic sea monster flag fluttered high, dancing freely in the strong wind, as if a real sea monster was roaring.

Around the Iron Islands, the flags of the families of the various Iron Islands stand like forests, intertwined with each other, forming another ocean of flags under the gray sky.

"Long live the king!"

"Pyke City!"

"Long live the Iron Islands!"

Deafening shouts came from the densely packed long ships unique to the Iron Islands, and each ship was filled with iron species holding weapons.

Their eyes were flashing with a craziness and fierce light, and the sea breeze whistled, blowing their messy hair and beards.

The sea breeze roared, cutting across their faces like a sharp blade, blew their messy hair and hair, but they didn't realize it, thinking only about the coming fight.

The sharp bow of the Iron Islands splits the waves like a sharp blade, and the waves splash, leaving white water marks on both sides of the hull.

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The waves slammed the shore, stirring up layers of waves. As the long boat gradually approached the pier and the nearby foreshore, the iron species stood up one after another.

Their bodies fluctuated with the violent shaking of the hull, but with the sense of balance of living at sea for many years, they still stood firmly on the deck.

"Iron people, rush!"

With a command, the iron species on the first long ship jumped down first and rushed forward.

The longboats behind were not to be outdone. The continuous streams of iron species poured out from the ship. They waded in the water and rushed towards the target quickly.

The landing iron species quickly assembled to form combat squads. They shouted and screamed, their voices filled with wildness and madness.

They swarmed around the sea of ​​fire and flocked toward the city on the other side, among which... more than half of the iron species were divided into the largest tavern on Dragonstone Island.

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In front of the tavern, Count Matus stood on a high place, pointing his sword in front of him and roared: "Arrow!"

With Matus' shouts, the archers on the roof and windows of the tavern quickly pulled the bowstrings, and sharp arrows shot towards the rushing iron seeds like rain. The arrows flashed with cold light under the reflection of the fire. , cutting through the night sky.