Chapter 279 Migration and Compromise
Snow covered Jinshan, probably this is the picture
Kefu Marko was as usual, not wearing the standard armor that a Blood Gate knight should have, but instead wearing a bachelor's large cloth robe, looking at the mountains shrouded in the sunset outside Blood Gate City.
A few days ago, these mountains only had white heads on their peaks, but now the snow has spread to the mountainside, looking like a king's attire in the golden sunshine.
In his hand he held a letter from Harrenhal, full of words he didn't understand.
"Green Man Enters the Valley", "Children of the Forest", "Thousand-Faced Island".
In short, it seems that Duke Attis is going to greet and escort a group of strange spirits who have come out of mythology.
It was really like seeing a White Walker alive. Cofu Malkor smoothed out the wrinkles on the envelope again and again, blew hot air, and carefully stuffed it into the seam of his bachelor's robe.
"Are you kidding me?" Punk's voice was hoarse, as if he had been wrapped in the cold wind for a long time. He shook his beard and was covered in standard guard plate armor. The red Blood Gate logo appeared in the old anchorage Marko. On the surface of the family crest, the sky-blue cloak was soaked in snow and adsorbed on his back.
"Master Nestor Royce asked you to act as the Blood Gate Knight because he thinks highly of you!" Punk's beard trembled angrily. "It is to show you in front of more nobles. It is to express your gratitude to you in the Mingyue Mountains." The reward for opening up terraces and settling down the mountain clan is good! You wear a bachelor's robe all day long, and you don't look like a canyon knight at all!"
Kefu Marko still had the familiar handful of soil in his hand, mixed with crop seeds, "Duke Attis led the troops to go on an expedition, and most of the Blood Sect's troops were transferred away. There were less than a hundred people guarding the castle, and most of them were Facing the Valley Road, why don't I stay here and look back at the Eagle's Nest and the Gates of the Moon?"
"That's enough!" Punk waved his hands impatiently and looked up at the sun in the sky. "It's almost time. You have to put on your armor and welcome people through the Blood Gate together."
Kefu Marko stopped talking, nodded and walked into the castle, put on a standard plate armor, mounted a war horse, opened the blood gate, followed by Punk and a dozen cavalry, the flag of the Aylin family was flying in the air. Afterwards, he ran down the mountain.
The sons of the forest, one by one, lined up side by side, with various leaf skirts hanging on their waists, looking up at the approaching Blood Gate cavalry with their heads raised.
Punk stared, the whites of his eyes stretched to their maximum size, like a pair of flounders staring at the short son of the forest.
Corfu Marko held down the reins and looked back at the equally shocked cavalry following him.
"Where am I?" These were the first words spoken by the acting Blood Gate Knight after confirming that the cavalry behind him was a human being and not an ancient spirit.
The chandelier slowly lowered, and in the middle was a red-hot iron cage, in which the dragon egg was placed safely.
The sky-blue dragon eggs were squirming, and thick steam was rolling around.
"Green Man Bachelor" Hong Man walked around the dragon egg several times, stroking his lips with his slender fingers.
Melisandre, the woman in red robe, sat on a chair nearby, with a soft cushion on her back, looking at Hong Man warily.
"The curse of Harrenhal is an unavoidable problem," Melisandre said. "I originally wanted to seek knowledge under the guidance of the Lord of Light, but I didn't expect..." Her burgundy eyes shone with luster. , looking at the seemingly unreliable green bachelor.
Hong Man raised her eyebrows at her proudly, "Qianmian Island is the place with the most weirwood trees in the south. The power of the natural gods is still useful, and the power of the Eastern Continent cannot penetrate."
He continued to stare at the dragon egg, his gaze never shifting, until Hong Man frowned.
"Tell me, impolite red-robed woman," Hongman said, "What ritual did you try to use to awaken the dragon?"
"The king's blood of Robb Stark, the leeches with the blood fed by the sea, and," Melisandre said, looking around, "the great Hall of the Hundred Furnaces in Harrenhal as the venue for the ceremony."
"What happened?"
Melisandre did not answer, but looked at Attis. When the latter nodded slightly, she continued:
"I don't know if there was an error in the ritual or for some other reason. The blood pool filled the hall, forming an illusion. The dragon awakened, obviously carrying an evil aura," Melisandre emphasized the last word, "However, the illusion is still an illusion. .”
Hong Man smiled with satisfaction, and he suddenly jumped up and stamped his feet, "I thought you had the same head as these stupid humans, but I didn't expect you to have solved most of the problems for me!"
He stretched his arms around the Hundred Furnace Hall, "For many people, dragon flames are magic, and this cursed black castle is simply a holy place of magic."
"Slaughterhouse" Melisandre simply translated the word "holy place".
Attis nodded. All the magic he had seen so far did not require human blood or sacrifice. If a place is a holy land of magic, then there must have been at least one massacre in this place.
"So," Attis asked, "can dragon eggs hatch?" "Not only yes, but also very quickly." The Green Man Maester said confidently.
"What's the principle?" This is Melisandre's question.
Hongman raised her mouth, raised her nose high, and her words were full of pride, "Magic complements each other. Even in the current situation of scarcity, there is always a certain balance. The weirwood is the will of the old god, and it is also the green Through the eyes of the prophet, when the Children of the Forest on Thousand Faces Island begin to move away with their families, many of the weirwood trees here will be abandoned, or even uprooted. The checks and balances with the curse of Harrenhal will disappear, and the magic here will disappear in an instant. It will penetrate the entire Westeros. The dragon is indeed a dragon. It has innate wisdom. It knows that it can nourish itself here and has no choice to break the egg."
He carefully placed his hands next to the dragon egg and sighed.
"I thought the ceremony would be more onerous, and it might even involve the pregnant woman's unborn child." Melisandre knew she had spilled the beans and quickly stopped herself.
Attis glanced at her and finally understood why the red-robed woman was so interested in the fetus of the Young Wolf Lord's wife.
"When the venue of the ceremony is in such a weird castle, all imaginable sacrifices can be simplified." Hongman's tone suddenly became awe-inspiring, and her tone became much lower.
The wall panel above the head suddenly made a soft sound, the stationary chandelier hovered, and the surrounding fireworks fireplace in the Hundred Furnaces Hall also swayed as if being blown by the wind.
Hong Man was startled and took a few steps back in a hurry.
Artis looked at the ceiling siding and told calmly: "It's just that the craftsman accidentally made a heavy move."
Finally, he set his sights on the dragon egg and reached out to touch it, but he stopped in mid-air.
"A dragon has been hatched. Without the blood of the Dragon King of Valyria, controlling a dragon is just a luxury." There was no sadness or joy in Attis's words, but the listener was interested. Melisandre approached him and said:
"We need Euron Greyjoy."
"Yes," Attis said firmly, "You are right, but before that, the affairs of King's Landing must be resolved first."
Little Harlin, the pyromancer, knelt on the ground and stared obsessively at the woman standing in front of him.
"I helped your Majesty keep the secret," little Harlin swallowed, and his hands began to unconsciously touch the woman's feet. He raised his head and said, "Queen Mother."
Cersei's stunning appearance appeared in Little Harlin's field of vision. She lowered her body. The ravine in front of her made Little Harlin swallow his saliva again.
"The Queen Mother."
Cersei narrowed her eyes in disgust. The faces of these pyromancers were all equally ugly. If it weren't for the fact that the little Harlin in front of her had a decent appearance and mastered the art of wildfire, she would never have sacrificed her life to let him occupy such a large area. Cheap.
"Take off your clothes," Cersei ordered, like a queen, "help me continue to create wildfires, secretly hoard the wildfires that Jaime has not discovered, and I will naturally give you what you want."
Cersei took off the robe that covered her whole body. As the queen mother, it was already a bargain for her to come to this hellish place with a low profile. This young man, Cersei thought to herself, placing her hand on little Harlin's head like a puppy.
Little Harlin looked at the Queen Mother's naked body with fascination. Inside the pyromancer's small cabin, the sound of the bed board creaking and shaking kept coming from outside.
At the same time, James put down his pen dipped in ink and carefully reviewed the letter he had written, feeling increasingly comfortable.
Tyrion's letter from Harrenhal is spread out safely beside the desk, which shows that he has been completely bound to Arryn. The letter clearly lays out the Lannister strategy of retreating to protect himself.
My brother deserves Casterly Rock, he deserves it. Jaime thought to himself that Attis Arryn was Myrcella's husband and would never completely break up with Lannister in any case, but now Lannister was still hindering Arryn on the Iron Throne.
Return the forces in the West to Casterly Rock, recuperate, and continue to establish a foothold in the Seven Kingdoms as the Grand Duke. Perhaps this is the way to protect yourself.
Joffrey and Tyrell were married, and Myrcella and Arryn were married. Jaime felt a flash of joy in his heart. Lannister would be able to enjoy one or two seats in the future royal council no matter what.
He wrote a text stating that the wildfire had been controlled and King's Landing was safe, and he invited the future Prime Minister Attis Arryn to take charge of King's Landing
I hope this kingdom dispute can be ended quickly. James looked out the window and sighed slightly.
(End of chapter)