Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 176 Ceremony

Magiro stared at the terrifying huge bat on the door of the Hundred Furnace Hall. The edges on its wings made the entire door look particularly ferocious. The scarlet comet's residual light shone on the bat's open bloody mouth, as if the beast had just bitten its prey. Passed, with blood in his mouth.

A gust of breeze blew over Magiro's exposed arms, and he suddenly felt a chill. He couldn't help but wrap up his clothes tightly, huddled his neck in his fat red robe, and the asphalt-colored skin on his face was perfectly hidden in the darkness. The whites of the pupils can be clearly seen.

Magiro stared intently at the bat's open bloody mouth. The black, sticky shadow crawled out of the bloody mouth like paint, as if it was alive. The surface of the shadow seemed like jumping magma, with thin black lines. It sprang out from the surface of the shadow, like a palm, grabbing the wings of a bat and getting into the gap in the iron door of Bailu Hall.

Magiro stood up without making a sound, his pupils widened and he stood there in shock.

The shadow crawled out of the bloody mouth with difficulty, opening its mouth wide as if roaring silently.

There was a slit on its back, and two pitch-black wings grew and spread out inside it. Magiro couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart. He took a slight step back. He swallowed and touched the cracks on the wall behind him with his hands. gap.

He initially thought it was a bat, but quickly dismissed that idea.

Magiro's pupils trembled slightly. The creature crawling out of the iron bat's bloody mouth had a huge head.

The appearance of the head only appeared in legends and leftover murals. A dragon's head made of sticky shadows was tearing its mouth, its wings were slightly folded, and it quickly penetrated through the gap in the iron door without leaving any trace.

"Dragon?" Ma Qiluo was shocked and took a deep breath. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of terrible magic Melisandre of Asshai was casting behind the iron door of Hundred Furnaces Hall.

Shadows spread around the Hundred Furnaces Hall, and the dark faucet slowly approached Melisandre who was standing in front of the furnace.

The sky-blue dragon egg shimmered faintly. Melisandre's red eyes stared at the burning stove. The leeches had turned into ash. She raised her head and looked into the empty and sinister eyes in the shadow.

The ruby ​​​​on her chest dimmed instantly, and Melisandre's face turned pale.

The glimmer of the dragon egg became brighter and brighter, and there were even faint signs of daylight in the Hundred Furnaces Hall.

The Shadow Dragon opened its arms, its ferocious mouth opened slightly, and the blood of the red comet shone on it.

One person and one dragon, one red and one black, faced each other for several seconds. The dragon instantly turned into black water, covering up the furnace fueled by the king's blood and the pale-faced red-robed woman. The steaming black liquid covered the entire body. The Hall of Hundreds of Furnaces, the main hall of Harrenhal suddenly fell into the entire black sea.

Magi Luo seemed to hear something. He gently put his ear against the iron door and listened carefully to the sounds inside. He frowned, and the low roar of the beast reached his ears.

Morning dew ran down the cracks in the walls of Harrenhal, dripping onto Magro's face.

He was awakened by the sudden coldness and looked blankly at the open iron door of Bailu Hall.

Melisandre sat quietly in front of the iron gate, looking at the comet still trailing a scarlet trail in the distance, her eyes never seemed to blink.

"What happened," Magiro stood up and approached Melisandre, "I saw it last night."

"Everything you see is true, Magiro of Volantis, the King of Light allowed you to see it. Believe in your eyes, it is very clear." Melisandre said, with laziness and a little tiredness in her voice. .

Magi Luo frowned tightly and asked uncertainly, "Is this all true?"

"You have seen what kind of power the Lord of Light gave me. You have seen it again in the Mingyue Mountains last night. Believe in the Lord of Light and believe in your own eyes." Melisandre just repeated, reminding Ma Chiro believed what he saw with his own eyes.

"The curse of Harrenhal?" Magro asked. "Is it solved?" He did not forget the promise made by the red woman to Lord Arryn.

After hearing this, Melisandre looked at the red-robed monk in a daze, "The ruthless cold water of the Iron People, the blood and tears of the people of the Riverlands, the magic of the dragon flames and the charred corpses were all destroyed by this huge black The castle is wrapped in it. For thousands of years, the magic power of Westeros, Essos, and the known world has gradually become thinner, but here there is a rich magic power that is no less than that of Asshai."

"So? Curse, it?" Magiro continued to ask. He had heard this statement in the Red Temple of Volantis. He originally didn't care about it, but what happened to Melisandre made him I have long believed these claims. At the same time, he could also see that Duke Attis Arryn was also wary of Harrenhal's curse, so he allowed the red-robed woman to follow the valley army to Harrenhal.

"The king's blood has a strong resonance with the magic here, too strong." Melisandre murmured, "But I don't know why."

"What does the blood of the Stark family have to do with Harrenhal?" Magro asked. Robb Stark came from the far north, and the Stark family did not have much connection with Harrenhal in history. .

Melisandre did not answer, but frowned slightly, her eyes wandering, as if she was also searching for the answer.

"Our interpretation of the Lord of Light's instructions is correct. The blood of the King of the North has worked, and the effect is extraordinary," Melisandre said with a very firm tone, "The lingering ghosts of Harrenhal and The curse of entanglement is hidden beneath the mire of shadow."

A mire of shadow? That was clearly a demonic dragon, Magiro thought to himself.

"The mire of shadow spreads with the help of the red comet, and I used the power of the dragon egg"

Magiro looked behind Melisandre. On the stove with only embers left, a sky-blue dragon egg was placed there safely.

"The Stark blood resonates with the magic of Harrenhal, we just don't know where this resonance comes from." Melisandre murmured, and every time Maguro saw her serious look, he felt that he was Chant a mantra.

"The Lord of Light didn't tell us? Or rather, didn't tell you?" Magiro asked.

Melisandre did not answer, acquiescing to this fact, "Maybe," she said, "this is not important to the true king's career." Melisandre wrapped her red robe tightly, with a touch of worry on her brows, she He looked up at the bright red comet in the sky, "I have a feeling that the curse has only been suppressed, not eliminated."

Magiro looked at Melisandre in confusion, without answering. He raised his hand, rubbed his lips with his fingers hesitantly, and frowned tightly. This castle was too tall and huge, and the shadows cast by the five tall twisted towers were enough. Most of the sunlight in the castle was driven away, and he felt only uneasy in his heart. It was hard for him to imagine that an old woman could live alone here for decades without the company of her relatives.

Tyrion rubbed his eyes, and was a little surprised to find that he had a good sleep last night, with no nightmares at all, except for a slight pain in his head.

A little sunlight leaked in through the cracks in the curtains. The first few times he came to Harrenhal, it was cloudy, without a trace of sunlight, and it was all cold. Unexpectedly, it would be sunny when he woke up.

He climbed out of bed and walked to the corridor in front of the door with sleepy eyes. Pod had been waiting at the door for a long time. "My lord, you are awake," Pod said.

Tyrion looked at the sunlight, which was a little dazzling, "What time is it? Where is the toilet?"

Pod replied: "It's almost noon, sir. This is the first time you've gotten up so late." He raised his arm and pointed to the far side of the corridor, "The toilet is there, I'll guide you there."

"Whoo~"

Tyrion seemed to have arrived in the uninhabited King's Landing, his sister's favorite school grounds at the Red Keep. When the sun was bright, Cersei seemed to regard it as a beach ten miles away from Casterly Rock, where Tyrion and James were children. He often went there to play, and he also knew that James often stayed there with his sister without telling him.

Since it was noon, the shadows of Harrenhal's five towers were suppressed to a minimum. Sufficient sunlight shone throughout the castle, and some buds could be seen growing even on the cracked walls.

Tyrion frowned. He had the impression that there was no vegetation in Harrenhal, but the cracked gaps in the city wall seemed to grow many buds and branches overnight, not just in one place, but in many places as far as the eye could see. .

"The eagle in the sky is still a gardener on the earth?" Tyrion raised his eyebrows slightly and said in surprise.

Following the memory in his mind, he came to the tower where he had negotiated with Attis Arryn last night and climbed up.

A gorgeous red robe instantly caught his eye.

"Oh!~" Tyrion's lips bulged into a round shape, "I didn't expect that Lord Arryn would hide such a delicate beauty in this dark castle."

Melisandre looked at Tyrion, and the exotic aura of her red eyes and burgundy hair immediately fascinated Tyrion.

"My lady, it is an honor to see you here," Tyrion bowed slightly and saluted Melisandre. "You are as eye-catching as a red-hot bouquet in Harrenhal."

Melisandre just smiled and did not respond.

Attis walked into the study, "I thought I made it clear yesterday, Tyrion," he pulled out the bench and sat on it, "I will go to King's Landing."

Tyrion took a deep breath, "Maybe you don't need my reminder, after all, Lannister's identity is here, but I must say, Aelin, and Lannister, we have a solid marriage contract. It’s not a tense situation.”

"Princess Myrcella is my fiancée," Attis smiled softly, "The alliance between the Eagle's Nest and Casterly Rock is unbreakable, and they are indestructibly united in front of King Joffrey to protect the Iron Throne."

He pointed to the map, "To show sincerity, Hunter and Redford's valley troops have withdrawn from Golden Teeth City, the gateway to the West. You need manpower to defend that fortified city."

Tyrion took a deep look at Attis and said, "The tragedy at the Frey family was caused by the gangsters who rebelled against the Iron Throne. My good nephew will understand this."

Attis shook his head and pointed to the letter on the table, "Count Leonor Corbray confirmed that this matter was caused by Lynn Corbray cooperating with gangsters in order to deceive Mrs. Pia Frey and seize the inheritance rights of Twin River City. done.”

"Isn't Lyn the heir to Earl Corbray?" Tyrion suddenly realized. He looked at Attis with a deeper look. "In this case," he said, "you are the Minister of Justice of the Royal Council. The issue of the inheritance of the nobles is best solved by you. I will report this matter to King Joffrey and the King's Hand."

Attis nodded slightly and spread his hands, "This is sincerity. The sincerity of both parties is not only the connection of the marriage contract, but more importantly," he poured the wine into the cup and handed it to Tyrion, "the connection of credit, we Will restore the prestige of the Iron Throne, by faith."

No one can be more trustworthy than Stannis. Would it be better to give the Iron Throne to him? Tyrion took the glass and drank it in one gulp.

"If the Tyrells are truly willing to serve King Joffrey," Attis said, raising his glass, "perhaps the peace of the Seven Kingdoms can be forged at our hands."

Tyrion looked at Attis, raised his glass, "Peace."

"Peace." Attis swallowed his drink.

"However, I still don't understand," Tyrion said, raising his eyebrows slightly, "The Golden Tooth City is so important, but my dear Lord Tywin does not have the ability to completely control it. Control that fortified city," Tyrion Pointing at the map, "The Riverlands are surrounded by the Twins, Harrenhal, and the Golden Teeth. The Arryn family can better exercise the power of the Governor of the Trident."

"It's just a castle," Attis chuckled. "It's not as exaggerated as you said. The Trident River is not the home of the people of the valley after all." He looked at Tyrion as if he was sizing him up gently, "Robb. Stark once captured the Golden Tooth, and now he's in the dungeons of Harrenhal."

"No strong city can protect the Western Region," Attis said, with a hint of meaning in his eyes. "The key lies in the type of people on both sides."

Tyrion thought of Davon Lannister. He was captured by the Northern Army and returned to Casterly Rock not long after. It is said that he is now fishing? He even went out to sea to fish on the islands, which was really exciting. It is said that his father, the deceased Sir Stafford, loved fishing the most.

"People are the ones who can accomplish things, not castles that stand still and cannot move." Attis took a sip of his wine and said with a smile.

Tyrion took a long breath, "It seems that I have already discussed these things with you." He pursed his lips, "It seems like it's time for me to leave. Go to Dorne, oh! I can really walk with my small body. , sooner or later I will be able to travel to the Seven Kingdoms, maybe I just missed the Eyrie City."

"Perhaps when Princess Myrcella and I return to the Eagle's Nest," Attis said with a smile, "you can follow."

"I hope that day comes early. I really do." Tyrion shook his head. "After lunch, I can go on the road and take the fishy-smelling boat to the desert of Dorne where there is no grass. Life is really wonderful."

He didn't wait for Attis to respond, turned around and walked out the door.

"If possible," Attis' words echoed behind Tyrion, "I sincerely hope to call you Tyrion Lannister, Duke of Casterly Rock, as soon as possible. If you become the Warden of the West, the days of peace will truly come. ,Is not it?"

Attis's words passed through the eardrums and entered his mind. There was already a buzzing sound. Tyrion forced his expression, "Lord Tywin will never let a man and a half rule the Lannister family. I and the old man Brother, and dear sister”

"Kingsguard and Queen Mother, no. Tyrion, you are the only legal heir, the heir of Lannister. Don't forget, I am the Minister of Justice. The Minister of Justice is the best at matters such as inheritance rights." Attis The voice seemed to be enchanted, lingering in Tyrion's mind.

Tyrion turned his head and said, "The most suitable place for me is a fragrant brothel." He walked out of the door and strode away.

I have your back, Tyrion Lannister, Artis said to himself as he took his last sip of wine.

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