Chapter 267 The momentum is gradually rising
Two hundred and sixty-five, the trend is gradually gaining momentum
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 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 brief 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?"
"The barbarians from the mountain tribes in the valley began to plunder the 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," said Harold Hatton. "Lord Attis Arryn is for the Seven Kingdoms, and the Vale is also part of Westeros."
"Perhaps the Six Kingdoms, Sir Harold," the maester said flatteringly, "The Trident and the Vale have become one, and I'm afraid the ancient name will have 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 treading water as craftsmen and servants 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.
"My lord!"
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."< br>
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 duty as a knight, and the heavy armor was still tied to his body. He walked over and patted Garth's strong shoulder, "My father prayed to the gods to give him magic to defeat the invaders, but he forgot that he was already surrounded by the most outstanding knights and warriors of the Seven Kingdoms."
"Not yet." Belle turned to look at the towering tower. At least the beacon on the tower had not turned green yet, which meant that the old man in Old Town did not feel that this was a critical moment.
"Does he have to wait until the sea monster's tentacles wrap around the towering tower before he can get down from there?!" Garth couldn't help the tightness in his chest. He hesitated for a moment and walked out of the room, "I want to see my father. .”
"Father lets no one go to the Tower," Baelor said behind him, "except..."
"Moroya?" Garth turned his head and said sullenly, "Damn it, it's entirely his fault that my dear Moroya became like this!"
Baelor ignored Garth's anger and picked up a letter from the table. "I will ask the maester to deliver the letter to King's Landing. Although someone on the Arbor Island must have sent a raven, just in case we need thunder." Devin's fleet returns to Arbor Island, back to Whispering Bay, so that our losses will be minimized."
"Hmph! If those bastard ironborn come ashore to fight with us, their heads will be killed here together with the Drowned God!"
Belle looked up melancholy, looking at the orange fire on the towering tower, without turning her eyes for a long time.
Moroya Hightower held her hands on the edge of the towering tower and looked down at the prosperity of the old town.
The night wind blew up her messy hair, which had grown to her heels, like a black waterfall.
"Aboru Kasimida" the father's voice came from the other side of the wall, "the strange writing, I'm afraid even the Valyrian people can't understand it."
Moroya walked in and glanced at the horn hanging on the wall, "The ravings of these sea creatures are not easy to understand, father."
"I know, I understand, I understand," the old man said repeatedly, turning his head to look at his approaching daughter and waving, "Come and look at these records with me, haha, it's really amazing, a great era, a great era Magic.”
Moroya ignored her father, but walked closer to the glass candle and stared at the burning wick.
"Doctors in the city, how many of them are pretending to be stupid?" The madwoman's voice was like a nightmare whispering an unknown ditty in her ears, like the hoarseness of sawdust 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 of the book seemed to be about to disappear in the next moment, he 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 mead in his mouth, smiling without saying a word.
Beneath her was the ingratiating Faria Flower, who was moaning and calling Euron's name.
"Daenerys will be my sister, and we will get along very well. When His Majesty's brother brings her, she will be your rock wife, and I will be your salt concubine." Faria Fohua Zaiyou Lun whispered.
Euron smiled, "My dear brother probably likes the toys I gave him, dark-skinned women, he is enjoying it."
He grabbed Faria Fohua's shoulders with both hands, "We have to hurry, I need a child."
Faria shyly took the initiative to stick close to her and wrapped herself in the bed quilt.
(End of chapter)