Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 184 Unexpected Disaster (3)

The wine glass on the table had reached its bottom. Balon Greyjoy reached for the flagon and poured it again.

Shavon Botelli's insistence made him fall into deep thought again. He had thought about it too many times before, but he couldn't figure out any clues and only worries remained in his mind.

He impatiently grasped the handle of the wine glass again and drank the drink in one gulp.

"Ha~" Baron made a pleasant sound and hiccupped slightly.

His salt concubine was probably stripping off her clothes on the bed and waiting for him. Baron put down his wine glass and walked out of the tower.

The swaying iron chain bridge appeared in his sight. Baron stabilized his body, held on to the iron rope, and groped towards the darkness ahead.

There is always no one guarding here. Balon shook his head. It seemed that nothing had changed after he became the king. No new rules were established. Everyone still acted according to the old routine.

Something has to change, Balon said secretly in his heart.

The flash of daylight caused by the thunder illuminated the swaying cable bridge of Park City. The dense rain lines were like cracks on the surface of broken glass. The light only lasted for a moment, allowing the rain scene to freeze in place for an instant before being shrouded in darkness.

The storm whipped the iron chains, and the raindrops fell, splashing everywhere, even onto Balon Greyjoy's face.

His face was pale, and his hair was spread on both sides. The rain stained his angular and thin face, which was as eye-catching as the white light reflected on the tip of a knife.

A dark shadow fell in front of him, the silhouette of a person.

Balon touched his waist and held the hilt of the sword in his hand, "Who are you?"

The sound of the storm drowned out almost all the human voices, and Baron could only ask loudly, but the man didn't seem to hear clearly and stood silently in the center of the bridge cable, motionless.

Baron drew out his long sword, and the long sword cut through the surrounding rain lines in an instant, causing splashes of water, like a sea monster suddenly extending its tentacles from the sea, and it was ferocious and terrifying.

"I'm warning you." Baron's whole body suddenly went limp, his throat seemed to be blocked by seaweed, leaving only the squeak of struggle.

The stranger approached Balon, his face exposed in his robe faced Balon, and he whispered something.

Balon opened his eyes wide. He couldn't hear clearly what the assassin was saying, but he could guess by the tone of his voice.

Nobody?

Balon's body was dragged by the assassin, rolling and falling, and the weakest feeling of weightlessness completely enveloped his whole body.

My place of sea stone, my family, Asha

席恩

These names were stuck in his throat, and only pitiful whimpers came out.

"thump!"

Balon fell into the sea, like a stone falling into a stream. The water splashed slightly, and in an instant he was swept by the storm again.

As if it was a signal, at the moment when Balon fell into the sea, the storm seemed to have calmed down, and the wind and waves gradually subsided.

Looking up at the bridge cables, the assassin who had been standing on the bridge cables had disappeared, leaving only the shaky iron cables that had been washed away and beaten by the rain, lying in the middle of the two towers, empty.

It was dawn when the waves gradually subsided, but the rare calm was broken by the frightening bells. The bells of Pike City's main castle and Blood Castle rang at the same time. The number of people began to increase, and panic visible to the naked eye spread throughout Pike City.

Militan stopped where he was, and gently pulled with both hands. The black cloth covering the cloak behind him was lifted, and the rainbow pattern was revealed, which was particularly eye-catching in the beautiful sunshine.

Passing through the dense forest and bypassing the vast Harrenhal, in the middle of a seemingly deserted field in the God's Eye Lake, the smoke from the village was blowing.

Militan let out a long breath, "It should be here." He murmured to himself. According to Sir Theodore's instructions, the sparrows' resting place should be here.

He drew out his long sword and entered the weeds as tall as a man. He struck the weeds with the back of his sword and stepped out into a path for people to walk on.

After walking out of the weeds, an old brown flag was stuck diagonally in the soil. The color of the seven-pointed star pattern on it had faded so much that it could not even be recognized without looking carefully.

Militao stopped, and the believers in groups of three or three, wrapped in gray-brown cloth, were working together to slowly move the large tank filled with water into the house. He quickly retracted his sword and stepped forward to move the water tank with the believers.

The cultists simply looked at him, noticed the bright crystal star on the round head of his sword and the rainbow-colored cloak behind him, and then stopped paying attention, leaving some space for Militan to help easily.

The water tank landed firmly on the floor of the house. The crusty mud seemed flat and hard, but it was still soft. The bottom of the water tank sunk deeply, leaving a dent.

Just as he was about to look up, a familiar voice rang in his ears.

"You came."

Militan raised his eyes and moved slightly. Sir Theodore Wells was holding the sword and looking at him.

"Militan Darry?" A surprised voice came from behind Sir Theodore. Militan frowned slightly and looked over, a familiar face suddenly came into his eyes.

"Baron Deddings? How could you do that?" Militan was equally surprised. Since he became a fugitive after the defeat of Saltworks Town, he could not imagine seeing the acquaintances in the Riverlands again, especially the nobles, let alone the person in front of him. David Deddings was also the leader of a noble family who was once rich. The financial resources of the Deddings family were never underestimated by any family in the Riverlands.

But now

Militan looked up and down at David Deddings. The armor was full of sword marks, and the leather armor was pierced with several arrow holes. The gold ring that Baron Deddings was once so proud of was also missing. His hair was a mess. His beard is no longer the neatly groomed look it once was, but instead looks slovenly.

This contrast made Militan unable to accept it for a moment. He opened his mouth and shook his head.

"Baron? That was all in the past," Baron Deddings muttered, his helplessness evident here, "Attis Arryn took the Green Fork, and my territory was plundered and plundered , the noble nobles can only seek the blessings of the seven gods and curse the greedy valley people."

"And the sad King of the North, the 'lost' King of the North." He lowered his head, as if muttering to himself.

Theodore's face was expressionless, as if he had been used to this scene for a long time. He just waved and motioned for Militan to follow.

Militan followed and walked towards the house.

There was the sound of the hitting of sticks and the clanking of swords. Militan felt as if he was in a school field. He looked at the sparrows undergoing training in the open wasteland behind the house, his eyes full of surprise.

"You are training an army under Attis Arryn?" Militan asked, worry creeping onto his face, "This is so close to Harrenhal."

"We are not training an army, Militan," Theodore said. "The followers of the Seven Gods have the right to defend their bodies. We are only giving them the ability to exercise their rights."

"But" Militan looked at the knight training the sparrow, "how could these knights..."

Theodore glanced at Militan, "No need to be surprised, there are so many knights who believe in the Seven Gods."

Militan looked at the knights in the crowd with fear. The familiar family coat of arms was all too familiar to him, "Knights of the Green Fork River?"

He turned to look at Theodore, "Let me be frank, what do you think would happen if the news that Robb Stark's old men were recruited by the High Sparrow reached the ears of Attis Arryn?" Militan pressed down. Feeling anxious in my heart, I waited for Theodore’s response.

Theodore did not speak in time. He stared at Militao, "The war is over." He only said one sentence, then waved his hand to signal the knights on the school field to stop training and walk away.

Militan gritted his teeth and followed him without saying any more. He decided to wait until he saw the High Sparrow before trying to dissuade him.

"I need to see him, High Sparrow." Militan said to Theodore from behind. The latter took a long step, and Militan even felt a little difficult to follow.

"The High Sparrow is flying in the sky," Theodore responded. "He may be stationed in some village for a few days or weeks, no one can tell."

"How long are we going to stay here?" Militan frowned, "King's Landing is our goal."

"Eradicating the traitors and restoring the glory of the Seven Gods is our goal, Sir Militan," Theodore said. "Besides, the heresy of the Red God is entrenched in the sanctuary of the Seven Gods. How can we turn a blind eye."

"Red God?" Militan frowned. He was not sure what Theodore meant, so he stopped talking and hurried to follow.

(End of this chapter)