Chapter 312 Long Meng and Lure the Enemy
"No one is more arrogant than the Citadel." - Dr. Marwyn
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The tired throne, the curled iron sheet, and the thorns made of the Sword of the Seven Kingdoms removed their ferocious veil and became soft.
Huddled under the throne is also a rickety king.
In the huge throne room, the emblems of blood and fire are crawling on the surface.
The Targaryen red dragon was obscured by the strong pillars of the throne room, casting a shadow covering its surface, looming, facing the tired throne and the rickety king.
"Who are you?" Attis found himself in the shadow behind the pillar. He couldn't help but open his mouth, as if breaking away from the darkness, staring at the bright Iron Throne, lowering his gaze, and said to the rickety king.
No one spoke.
The rickety king raised his face, pale and weak.
He was wearing a black dress, and his short beard was neither thick nor light. In the light, it looked like his chin was covered with a layer of uncondensed silver paint, with a vague risk of falling off.
A ghost howled in the throne room: "King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, Aegon III of House Targaryen!"
"Aegon the Dragon's Bane?" Attis blurted out. The portraits in the book looked like the people in front of him, just like the children of the forest shook hands with him and swore an oath. History came into reality, and the epic songs sung by minstrels became the people and things in front of him. .
Behind the Iron Throne, a dragon whose body occupies most of the wall lies here. His body is covered with sores left by the crossbow bombing, and he is dying.
Blue body and silver wings, Attis remembered the description in the album.
"Stormcloud," said Attis, "is this your majesty's dragon?" Even though the Targaryens had been destroyed, he still called Aegon III king.
Aegon III lowered his head and stared at him.
After staring for a long time, Attis realized that he was looking behind him, as if no one saw him standing here.
He turned around and saw a green dragon, screaming weakly, with deformed wings that looked like they were not fully developed, curled up there, protecting five dragon eggs.
"The last dragon." Attis knew it, the last dragon that died a century ago.
"Your Majesty," the grand maester bowed, and Attis watched him walk into the throne room, "the magician you hired from the Eastern Continent has arrived."
"Help me hatch dragons," said Aegon III. "The reward is up to them."
The red-robed monk, the wizard of Qarth, the old priest sitting on a giant turtle
"Let's see, my dear King of Westeros." The wizard spoke first, his blue lips looking like they were holding sugar.
Aegon looked at him suspiciously and stood up, "Please."
When several people were communicating, Attis only felt that the air around him was squeezing him, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The life of the last dragon and Aegon's "Storm Cloud" quickly dried up, and time seemed to be flipping in front of them. Only Aegon and several Eastern "magicians" around him had no trace of the passage of time on their faces.
The dragon turned into withered bones and was wrapped in thin skin. The red-robed monk, wizard and old priest lowered their heads to observe.
"It's over," said the wizard.
"What's over?" Aegon asked.
The red-robed monk sat on the ground and looked up at the stove in the corner of the throne room.
"No," the red-robed monk said sadly, "I still can't see anything."
The old priest turned around. The giant turtle looked tired and smiled, as if saying goodbye.
"No chance, old man." The old pastor sighed lonelyly and kept shaking his head.
"The magic is gone," the wizard said, standing there blankly, "We can no longer communicate, only..."
"What can't be communicated?" the Grand Maester asked. The red-robed monk looked at the flames and said, "Unable to communicate with the true God."
"Everything said in the inheritance is right. It's like a tide, one ebbs and the other ebbs and flows. No one can compare with time, not even the dragon."
The bachelor looked at these Eastern "magicians" who were pretending to be in front of the king with ridicule in his heart. He looked down at the dragon bones and the dragon eggs that were about to become fossils.
What tide, what time, the dragons that the academy has studied for such a long time, are they not as knowledgeable about dragons as this group of strangers who are afraid of seeing dragons for the first time in their lives?
"Your Majesty," the red-robed monk stood up and glanced sadly at the bonfire for the last time, "I'm afraid the dragon won't be able to hatch within a hundred years."
Aegon III did not say anything, and sat silently on the Iron Throne, watching these people talking crazy words. He was used to seeing liar wizards who only knew some magic tricks. He waved his hand, "That's it, you can leave."
The three priests looked at each other with hostility, but there was a hint of helplessness in accepting their fate. They bowed and left the throne room.
The Grand Maester watched their figures disappear in front of the door. He turned around and saw the lonely figure of Aegon III. He just nodded slightly and left the throne room.
Attis watched as Aegon III's body sank into the Iron Throne, sinking deeper and deeper into flesh and blood until he was swallowed by the throne.
The history of the Targaryen dynasty began to turn over one by one, including King Daeron, the Young Dragon King, Baelor "Blessed by God", King Aegon IV, the kings in the Blackfire Rebellion, and even the Mad King's back. Pierced by the Kingslayer's sword, the dragon master's deeds became a fairy tale to lull children who loved adventure stories to sleep, and Targaryen gradually fell into mediocrity.
Again in mediocrity.
He saw a Targaryen maiden riding a black dragon.
Attis hit the nail on the head, "Daenerys Targaryen."
Daenerys flies over the city, heading west, farther and farther.
The scene gradually blurred, and Attis woke up in the embers of the fire.
Blue Dragon opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at him.
Attis removed its head and sat up.
Myrcella, whose eyes were full of concern, looked at him and the dragon's red-robed woman with reverence, Magiro who was chewing bread beside him, and Dr. Marwin who was wearing a gray robe and looking forward to it, and couldn't help but join in the fun with curiosity. Manager Simon, and a group of children of the forest surrounding it.
"What did you see?" Melisandre stepped forward and asked.
Attis coughed violently, stood up, looked at the small blue dragon, and recalled the black dragon Daenerys was riding.
There were too many threats and the current situation was too complicated. He needed to react quickly.
"Let the shipyards in Seagull Town and King's Landing start working at full capacity. At the same time, let the blacksmith supervise the production of armor and weapons. Contact the Tully family and the Rowan family. In addition to the valley horses, I also need to purchase the tall horses from the Reach to arm the Canyon Knights. ”
"Send scout cavalry to continue to encircle and suppress the bandits and bandits still wandering in the Riverlands. Either surrender or kill them. Harold Hatton, I need you to direct this matter for me. I will allocate you five hundred people."
He looked at the Steward of Harrenhal, "I need you, Simon, to settle the castle's cooks and craftsmen, harvest the grain and grass as soon as possible, and also help. The knights of the Green Fork Valley are not good at managing the fields."
"And the North, Maester Marwin, please tell Eddard Stark that I can tolerate a queen without a territory toiling in the north, but I will keep my previous promises one by one, and I hope he will keep his promises," Artis paused and added: "Ed refused for some reason, and sent him another letter, telling them the position of the border nobles, and also threatening them appropriately, saying that the threat from the Ironborn was minimal, and that they could not go deep into the interior. I will deal with the Stormland nobles who have betrayed the Iron Throne and warn them to make a decision as soon as possible.”
There are also wildfires, Attis thought to himself. The efficiency of the Golden Eagle is reassuring. These wildfires need to continue to be produced, and currently only King's Landing has the conditions to produce them. They will still stay in King's Landing. Before stable transportation technology appears, They will only stay in King's Landing, waiting for the arrival of the sea monster.
"Deploy troops," Attis said in a deep voice, "Using the economic disadvantage, cut the capital garrison in half and let them find their own way out. Maybe going north to Harrenhal is one of their options, and send orders to the Eastern Continent. Spread the news widely, we lack ships, we lack golden dragons, there is nothing we can do. The shipyards in Gulltown and King's Landing are at full capacity, building ships to prepare for arrival"
Everyone looked at each other, no one knew what Attis had in mind. The steward Simon and Dr. Marwin worked together to write down all the Prime Minister's orders.
"Send a letter to Highgarden at the same time, promising to help them fight against Euron in the name of Prime Minister," Attis said. "Also send a letter to Hightower, asking them to calm down and stabilize the city's defenses."
Attis did not believe that the ironborn would attack the old town. He preferred to believe that the Reach without a navy would be fixed in place by Euron like nails, unable to move. He was sure that Euron would send longships to shield the islands and Qingting Island used Qingting Island as a stronghold to harass the trade routes in the Reach, and created a great momentum to make the people of the Reach mistakenly think that the Ironborn were attacking Oldtown.
Attis considered his judgment, hoping it would not be wrong.
An empty King's Landing, a weak king
This is enough to be called temptation.
(End of chapter)