Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 141 Dragon, Tide and Wolf
"Red Hand" Timei's long sword was knocked down again. He covered his painful arm and looked at the calm Attis Arryn in front of him in disbelief.

"I" Timei's arm was trembling, pain radiating from the inside out, and it was difficult to even move the entire arm by will, "How is it possible?"

Attis Arryn held his long sword against the stone ground of the Eagle's Nest City campus, "Are you convinced, 'Red Hand' of the Burning Department?"

From the beginning of Melisandre's ceremony, Attis discovered that the leader of the Burning Man in front of him was not really willing to surrender, but was just pretending to bow his head because he was frightened by the red-robed woman's witchcraft of controlling flames and shadows.

But fortunately, the ancestors of these mountain clans, especially the Burning Tribe, have always respected the strong. Since Melisandre's ritual is not enough to make the "Red Hand" of the tribe stand out through personal force, he has other methods.

For example, in a head-on combat, he was not afraid of Attis from the Demon Mountain, let alone a high-mountain clan with a barbaric fighting style and no rules.

"Take me to your cave, 'Red Hand' Timei," Attis walked slowly to Timei, who was barely able to stand, "You lose."

Timei bit her lower lip, looking at Attis reluctantly, and said nothing.

The two stood in a stalemate like this for a long time before Timei said: "You are my true king, you can go whenever you want."

Attis looked at Timei's gloomy eyes and nodded slightly, "That's it for today."

Looking up at the hillside of the Burning Man Department, countless goat skulls were scattered on the slope leading to the cave, and charred black ash seemed to cover the entire hillside.

An Gai looked at the mutton bones and burnt blackness along the slope, and felt faintly frightened, but his master didn't care about this and walked up the slope.

Adam, the shadow lynx, walked vigilantly in front of his owner. His hair stood on end and he looked into the distance with his fangs exposed, as if he smelled a formidable smell.

Timei looked at Attis Arryn's back with mixed feelings in his heart.

One moment, the ancestors of their mountain clan were preparing to unite against Attis Arryn's lackey knights, but the next moment they were told that Attis Arryn, whom they had been resisting, was actually the person chosen by the Red God, and they were The venerated Fire Miko prostrates herself in worship of the True King.

He and the warriors of the Burning Tribe followed Attis Arryn and the guards of the Eyrie City on the mountain roads they were familiar with.

At the end of the hillside is a deep forest and dense jungle. Attis and his team passed through the dense jungle without any hindrance. There is a cave on the hillside. A huge mountain peak stands in front of them. A ramp cut along the wall leads to a A deep cave.

The entrance of the cave can accommodate a dozen people to enter. The soldiers of the Burning Man Division are holding weapons and watching the intruders with vigilance.

"Red Hand" Timei stepped forward, exchanged a few words, and then the warriors of the ancestors stepped aside.

There was a faint light of fire in the dark cave. Attis walked into it and stood there, his eyes not turning at all. The reflection occupying his pupils was a huge skull, a dragon's skull.

Breathless silence permeated the shocked crowd. The corners of "Red Hand" Timei's lips curved up, seeming to express disdain for these ignorant Andals, but completely forgot that they were climbing to the top of the Giant's Spear and witnessing the Eagle. The exclamations and shouts during the hive city.

Melisandre approached Timei's wife, whispered a few words in her ear, and then she groped forward along the dragon's skeleton.

An Gai held a torch and quickly followed behind the woman, illuminating the darkness ahead.

At the end of the keel, Timei's wife held a piece of pelvis in her hands, walked out devoutly, and knelt down in front of Attis.There was a fossil lying quietly in the pelvis. The light blue texture seemed to be squirming, and the hot breath came to him.

"Is this a dragon egg?" An Gai frowned, stared at the dragon egg in disbelief, and said in a low voice.

Theon missed the taste that the nun on the ship brought to him. The neat nun's uniform showed holiness, and desecrating sanctity made Theon's blood boil just by thinking about it, especially on her chest. The seven-star necklace is even more interesting if you see this chain swinging on the bed board.

But unfortunately, this nun was much wilder than expected. A sharp dagger was hidden in the nun's robe. If Xion hadn't reacted in time, the second child might have been killed on the spot.

"Father is crazy." Theon muttered. He looked at Uncle Aeron standing on the shore of the island, his bare feet stained by the sea water. Theon could distinguish which parts of Aeron's hair were ridiculous seaweed and which ones were Stinky hair.

Robb was invincible, but his father refused to cooperate with the extremely superior Wolf-Osprey Alliance and attack Lannister Port for the sake of so-called face.
"The dead will rise again, even more powerfully." The seawater covered the rocks and covered Aeron's bare feet. White waves surged on the surface of the rocks. Everything was so strange to Theon.

Aeron turned to look at Theon, who then remembered that he should respond, "The dead never die." There was still a hint of northerner in his accent.

"Lord Balon is your father, Theon Greyjoy. I hope you remember that you are a Greyjoy," Aeron Damphair said.

Theon immediately interrupted Aeron, "I have always been an ironborn. I was born this way. Even in the North and growing up in Winterfell, I am still a descendant of the Gray Sea King."

Aeron stared into Theon's eyes without changing his expression, "I hope so, Theon Greyjoy."

"The Iron Bitch is just ahead. You have fifty brave and fighting ironmen, Theon Greyjoy." Aeron pointed to a reef in the distance, and a longship was docked on the shore.

Theon's nails dug into his palms, and he moved resolutely towards the Iron Bitch.

"You" Robb stroked Jeyne's belly, his eyes seemed to light up.

With tears in her eyes, Jenny nodded, "I don't know if it's a daughter or a son, but he or she is destined to become an illegitimate child."

Robb was slightly stunned, "Badborn?" He thought of his mother Catelyn's attitude towards Jon Snow, which had been so mean for a long time.

"You also have a noble girl from the valley waiting to marry you, Your Majesty," Jenny bit her lower lip and held back tears, "Thank you for your love these days, but I am destined to be unimportant."

Robb shook his head, "No, I will not let my children have the name Snow. They should be called Stark. This is the honor that a king should abide by, Jeyne." He held Jeyne in his hands. With a petite face, he said, "I am a king, and I will not let down the honor of a girl. What's more, that girl is the one I love."

Jenny swallowed and opened her lips slightly, "I, you shouldn't do this. Doing this is breaking the engagement."

"These boring things are not something a girl should think about," Robb held up the hair on Jenny's forehead and smiled slightly, "I will compensate them, a generous compensation. The Arryn family and the Royce family will accept it. Trust me, Jenny."

He kissed Jenny deeply on the lips and hugged her tightly.

(End of this chapter)