Chapter 321 Twin Rivers and Two Dragons, Till Death

Clay Mandler, who was far away in the Twins City, didn't know what was happening in the cold mist of Seal Bay.

He is currently busy in the Twins City.

Halfway through the meeting, Daenerys drove Drogon to the sky above the River Guard Tower.

Clay couldn't tell exactly when Daenerys would arrive, but it would probably be within the next few days.

Now her arrival was within Clay's expectation.

In the open space outside Twin River City, the black dragon Drogon landed.

Daenerys, with long silver hair, jumped off the dragon's back neatly.

She knew why Clay had called her here.

This is to let the forces on his side get to know each other with himself.

Now, in their camp, the northern faction with Clay as the core, surrounded by the North and the Riverlands, and a large number of nobles who had been on the battlefield with Clay before, cooperated with each other, and the cost of trust was very low.

The other faction is the Southern faction with Daenerys Targaryen at its core.

This faction is very simple. The entire Dorne has gathered around Daenerys, and they also need to use the Targaryen surname to realize their ambitions on the Dorne borderland.

And revenge against the Lannister.

Due to objective reasons, Clay never had the opportunity to stay in Dorne for a long time, which led to the current situation.

He was aware of the existence of this problem, so he called Daenerys over specifically.

The little queen is actually a mascot at this kind of meeting, but she has the symbolic meaning of her attendance.

Similarly, in the future, Clay will slowly take time to meet Prince Doran and some of the great nobles of Dorne.

The principles are all interoperable. There is no need to lay hidden dangers for the new dynasty in the future because of this kind of thing.

"Clay, the war atmosphere here is much stronger than that in Sunspear City."

Walking on the bridge across the Green Fork River, Daenerys looked at the rushing river, turned to Clay and said.

"This is normal. These people you have seen today were all under my command before. I, as a commander, am very strict with my orders."

Clay smiled.

Nodding slightly, Daenerys had to admit that although they were both dragon knights, she and Clay were far apart when it came to fighting.

Issues such as how to arrange troops and where to station troops are indeed not what she is good at.

After she arrived today, Clay was discussing the defense issues west of Riverrun with a large group of riverland nobles in front of the huge riverland sand table.

She stood nearby obediently and listened very carefully to the discussion and arrangements between Clay and his generals.

In the end, she reluctantly discovered that she really couldn't do these things.

It was not without reason that her husband rose from a small heir to White Harbor to become the actual commander of the entire Northern Territory and Riverlands army.

Assuming that there is no him and no dragon, maybe his husband can become the king in the end, but that is another story.

At present, after Robb Stark's body was returned to Winterfell, the power transition in the entire North and the Riverlands was so smooth that there was almost no trouble.

It has a very direct relationship with Clay Mandler, who was the absolute leader of these nobles.

"There's nothing wrong with Dorne, right?"

Clay remembered something and asked Daenerys, who was staring at the river in trance.

Daenerys came back to her senses and smiled at Clay:

"what you mean?"

"I'm not worried that Dorne won't be able to defend the Prince's Pass. The city of Skyreach itself is easy to defend and difficult to attack. What I mean is that Prince Doran and a large group of Dorne nobles have been asking me to stay behind the mountains in Dorne. No comments?"

This is actually the result of Clay's deliberate suppression.

Because the land in the Stormlands and the Reach was too fertile, Clay didn't want the Dornish people to be overfed.

If Dorne's power goes too deep into these two lands, it will not be a good thing for him to rule King's Landing in the future.

How can you allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch?

But such blind suppression is not the answer, so Clay now has to speed up the pace of integrating the north.

Daenerys shook her head:

"They didn't say anything directly, but they did have some objections to being so defensive. But that was before, when Renly and Stannis were in King's Landing."

"Now, before I leave, armies from both places have arrived in Dorne and garrisoned on their borders."

"Renly and Tyrell seem to be working hard to build ballistae to defend the city."

Daenerys had a look of recollection on her face.

"When I came here this time, I took a detour to Storm's End. Before I even got close, many ballistae flew towards Drogon. Fortunately, Drogon flew high enough, so there was no danger."

Clay nodded. He had already figured out these things through his own channels.

It is normal for the nobles who are unwilling to give up resistance to come up with some means to fight against the dragon.

However, what is interesting is that Clay also heard some rumors. Behind these ballistas that suddenly appeared, there were shadows of some new bachelors.

The city-defending giant crossbow is aimed at the ground, and its range is not strong enough. Unless it is unlucky like Meraxes, it will not pose a threat to the adult dragon at all.

It is simply impossible to expect ordinary nobles to hire craftsmen to design this type of anti-air dragon crossbow.

Clay realized that this kind of large-scale "technical support" and the role played by the academy in it was very intriguing.

"We still have many enemies."

Clay couldn't help but sigh.

Daenerys didn't quite understand what Clay meant. In her opinion, the situation had completely turned around, and the initiative on the battlefield was completely on her side.

To put it more intuitively, who they want to hit depends entirely on their mood.

"What's the meaning?"

she asked.

Clay shook his head. To explain these things, it cannot be explained clearly in a few sentences.

"Dany, please stay in the Twins during this period. Don't go back to Dorne yet. Some people are already anxious and starting to use dirty tricks to deal with us."

Clay stretched out his hand and scratched the two raised eyebrows, and smiled helplessly:

"You can't imagine how rich these people's methods are and how dark their tactics are."

He patted Daenerys on the back and pointed to the gray and black River Guard Tower that stood in the center of the bridge and was covered with withered yellow vegetation:

"If you want to know why I said that, go inside, meet my family, and let them tell you about wine."

Daenerys knew that Clay was letting herself go.

My husband has this habit. Whenever he thinks, he always likes to be alone.

But he never knew how to chase people away.

Daenerys, who knew Clay's subtext well, took a deep breath, nodded, and walked towards the River Guard Tower.

She also wanted to meet Clay's family. After all, if there were no accidents, she would spend a lot of time dealing with them in the future.

There's no need to act like a condescending queen, Clay won't like it.

…

two days later

Great Wall of Despair

east lookout

As Carter Pike's deputy who stayed at the castle to look after the house,

Glendon Hewett was dying of anxiety now.

It has been two days since the Eastwatch fleet set sail, and there is no news at all.

The night watchman brothers on the Great Wall reported to him that a large group of very abnormal white mist appeared on the sea surface of Seal Bay in the northeast.

A strong northwest wind has been blowing for the past two days, but this white fog seems to be firmly nailed to the sea.

Commander Donghai Wang took away more than half of the entire castle's troops. According to the agreement, they would return to the port that night.

But it was already dusk of the second day. Except for the abnormal white fog, the dark and sticky sea was calm and suffocating.

If there was a big storm on the sea, then Glendon Hewitt could more or less guess what happened to the Eastwatch Fleet.

However, there was nothing.

No one can be seen alive, and no body can be seen dead.

No, Glendon Hewett urgently mobilized the merchant ships that were supposed to complete the trade.

He had to know what was going on with Carter Pike, so Eastwatch could prepare early.

However, the big-bellied merchant ship that was sent out sailed toward the white fog and returned shortly after.

However, they brought back a strange news:

"The sea surface there is full of pure white ice that is difficult to melt. If we hadn't turned the steering wheel quickly, we would have been sunk directly by those raised ice spikes."

These are the captain's exact words.

Moreover, they also knocked off a piece of ice there and brought it back.

There is a common sense that everyone knows. It is impossible for large areas of ice to appear on the normal sea surface for no reason.

The water is constantly moving and cannot freeze.

The eyes cannot deceive, the sea surface is frozen, so the Eastwatch fleet entering inside...

Glendon Hewett no longer dared to think about it.

However, what surprised him even more was yet to come.

The ice spikes brought back specially by the crew could not be melted.

At first, it was left outside. It took off its pants to freeze the temperature of the dick, but no one noticed anything unusual.

However, when someone picked up the piece of ice with their hands, something unusual was discovered soon after.

The palm of the hand was losing temperature rapidly, but the ice cubes that should have melted a long time ago did not respond at all.

At first, the man thought it was his illusion, but after several attempts, he threw away the ice cube in his hand with a pale face and quickly ran towards Glendon Hewett's position.

It's not their fault. If Clay were here, he would immediately understand that this is not an ordinary ice cube formed because water is below the freezing point.

Under the magic vision, this thing exudes strong cold magic.

For it, freezing itself is the form of existence. In other words, unless it encounters the same magical flame, its frozen form cannot be easily changed by being roasted on the fire.

In the hall of Eastwatch, there is a kind of "ice" that the night watchman can break but cannot melt despite all his efforts. You look at me and I look at you, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

Although their brains could not understand how such an outrageous situation happened, the soldiers' intuition told them that the Eastwatch fleet that was sent out was probably in danger now.

After a long silence, Glendon Hewitt spoke with difficulty:

"We have to inform Lord Commander Mormont of this news as quickly as possible."

Everyone nodded in agreement, this is the most effective method at present.

Wrinkling his eyebrows, Glendon Hewett asked:

"Is that nagging red-haired woman not gone yet?"

Everyone knows that he is talking about Melisandre, who Carter Pike interrogated for a long time without saying a word.

"Yes, it's still locked up next to the weapons depot. I don't know if it froze to death."

Little did they know that R'hllor's messengers were unafraid of the cold.

Glendon Hewitt, who had become the de facto commander of Eastwatch, ordered:

"Bring her here and show her this thing."

Glendon Hewitt thought to himself:

"Using a charming woman to deal with mysterious things may have some unexpected effects."

He made the right bet.

When the Night Watch soldiers opened the cell next to the weapons depot, Melisandre was sitting there as if nothing happened.

He still only had the red robe on him. The cold didn't seem to hurt her at all.

The soldiers had long known that this woman was probably not an ordinary person, but they were just surprised.

Then he still carried out Sir Glendon Hewett’s order:

"Rise, woman, and follow us to the main tower. Ser Glendon Hewett wants to see you."

Melisandre's blue eyes scanned the soldiers' faces, smiled charmingly, then stood up and followed the two soldiers.

As far as she was concerned, as long as Clay Mandler didn't indicate that he knew what was going on here, she would have to leave and go to Winterfell to find a way to inform him.

However, the Night Watch refused to let him go, and the Red God Priest, who was not good at fighting, had no good solution.

She decided to reveal her identity to that Sir Glendon Hewett today.

She had lit a small fire in her cell, but R'hllor had given her no further revelations.

Upon arriving in the main tower, Melisandre found many people gathered here.

Glendon Hewett was about to speak, but found that this woman, whose expression had never lost control since returning from beyond the Great Wall, was staring at the ice spike on the table with a horrified expression.

There was an obvious tremor in her voice:

"You...where did you get such a thing?"

Sir Glendon Hewett raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, this woman knew this thing.

He frowned, looked at Melisandre, and asked in a deep voice:

"Madam, before asking us questions, should you explain your identity? We have been in Eastwatch for so long, and we still don't know who you are."

Melisandre struggled to look away from the ice spikes that pierced her back, making her feel like she was facing an enemy.

In her opinion, that thing, to give an inappropriate example, was like the blood crystal of the Cold God, full of frightening cold magic.

After taking a few deep breaths of cold air and forcing herself to calm down, she replied:

"The cold wind has begun to blow, and soon the long night will never end. I am Melisandre, the messenger representing R'hllor, the Lord of Light."

Ser Glendon Hewett had heard of the name of the Lord of Light. Before he arrived in Eastwatch, he knew that there was a red man named Thoros in the court of King Robert Baratheon. God Priest.

I think I am in the same group with this woman.

He no longer cares about delving into Melisandre's identity. The fleet and the strange white mist are the top priority.

Sir Glendon Hewett poked the ice crystal with his thick leather-gloved fingers and asked directly:

"Looking at your expression, do you know this thing?"

The Red God Priest nodded solemnly. The power of the Cold God was the life and death enemy of their servants of R'hllor, and they would never admit their mistake.

"This is something condensed by cold magic. You ignorant mortals, I need to know now where you found this thing."

Obviously, Melisandre's arrogant tone made Sir Glendon Hewett very angry, but he gritted his teeth and there was nothing he could do.

Whether it was the Cold God or the Red God, whether they existed or not, they were not something that his little night watchman could handle.

So, taking a deep breath, pretending that he couldn't hear the annoying name just now, Sir Glendon Hewett answered the Scarlet Witch's question:

"You can go up to the Great Wall now to see. On the northeastern sea, if there is still sunshine, you should be able to see a large white thick fog. The sea inside is frozen and there are these things everywhere."

Upon hearing this, Melisandre's eyes suddenly widened. In a rare move, she roared at Sir Glendon Hewett:

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

She didn't notice at all that as the commander of Eastwatch, Glendon Hewett had no obligation to tell her such a thing to a woman whose identity was still in question.

After Melisandre shouted, she didn't look back and immediately rushed out the door. She wanted to see with her own eyes how far the cold god's power had spread.

However, as soon as she opened the door, she was bumped into a soldier who was hurriedly trying to push the door in.

The soldier didn't seem to realize that he had bumped into someone. He pushed them away and hit him on the head. At this moment, Melisandre, whose mind was buzzing, rushed into the room and shouted :

"Sir Glendon Hewett! Go to the dock quickly, the fleet is back!"

What?

The fleet is back?

After being stunned for two seconds, the commander of Eastwatch came to his senses, strode forward, grabbed the soldier who came to report the news, and asked loudly:

"Can you say that again!"

The soldier also knew that the matter was important, swallowed his saliva, and repeated loudly:

"Sir, the fleet is back! But there are only two ships!"

"Where is Lord Carter Pike?"

The soldier shook his head:

"I don't know. I came here first to report the news, but I didn't see Mr. Carter Pike."

Sir Glendon Hewett left this guy who was talking and panting, and directly led a group of night watchmen and rushed towards the dock, ignoring Melisandre who was rubbing her head.

The latter also heard the soldier's words, gritted his teeth, stood up, and ran towards the dock after the night watchman's figure.

She was very curious about who the person who could escape from the servants of the Cold God was.

Eastwatch itself is not that big, and the main fortress is not far from the port.

As soon as the outer walls were removed, everyone saw the two tattered and almost unrecognizable longships moored at the port, as if they had been swallowed into the belly of a giant dragon.

My heart sank, no need to ask now, it must have been an extremely brutal battle.

Otherwise, it would never look like this.

Riding on horses, the group quickly arrived at the port.

When they arrived in front of the warships and observed carefully, they found that the escape of these two ships was definitely a blessing from the gods.

It can be said that as it is now, if you go up and kick it, these ships may sink on the spot.

They were all acquaintances, and Sir Glendon Hewett was also quite familiar with these crew members. He knew exactly how many there were.

Nodding at the head with his eyes, he knew that the number of people was at least half less.

Moreover, he smelled a strong smell of blood on the boat.

"Gaspar, what's going on?"

Sir Glendon Hewett saw the lookout hand on Carter Pike's flagship at a glance.

The young man who once wore black clothes and carried a long sword has now become a pitiful man with a broken hand, a pale and frightened face.

Hearing someone calling him, Gaspar turned his head numbly and saw that it was Glendon Hewitt.

The purple lips squirmed, but still didn't open.

Sir Glendon Hewett was almost dying of anxiety. He strode forward and put his hands on Gaspar's shoulders:

"What the hell are you talking to me about? Where are the Carter Pike men? Where are the remaining ships? What happened to you?"

Normally, this action is normal.

But now, Sir Glendon Hewett suddenly suppressed Gaspar and fell backward.

It was as if this body had no bones at all.

Melisandre, who arrived later, interrupted with a reminder:

"Sir, this man is seriously injured."

What responded to him was the angry roar of Sir Glendon Hewett:

"Shut up, witch of R'hllor!"

Although the Night Watch valued the lives of the Oath Brothers, the Oath required them to first guard the entire Great Wall.

Now that he doesn't know what the danger is, how can Glendon Hewett have the time to wait for Gaspar to recover from his injury?

At this moment, an extremely weak but real voice interrupted everything:

"Glendon Hewitt, I'm here."

Suddenly he raised his head and separated the crowd. On the stretcher made of wooden boards, Carter Pike was lying there quietly.

He was even worse than Gaspar. His entire left arm was completely missing, his lower abdomen was bloody, and there was a big gash on his face. But at this time, the hot blood had turned into red ice.

"Old man, you...who the hell did this?!"

Seeing his old boss and comrade-in-arms injured like this, Sir Glendon Hewett's anger was about to reach its peak.

However, Carter Pike's answer immediately cooled his anger.

"I don't know, I really don't know."

Carter Pike tried hard to stretch the muscles at the corners of his mouth, pulling out a wry smile.

"It is three times larger than the largest warship in the Iron Fleet. The dark sails are dozens of meters high. The guy on it is wearing full-body armor that can only be made by the most sophisticated blacksmiths in Westeros."

He closed his eyes and kept mumbling:

"A massacre... a massacre..."

"The Ice, the Black Crow... were directly knocked apart."

These words made Sir Glendon Hewitt have a question mark on his forehead, because he had no idea what his old comrade was talking about.

"you……"

Glendon Hewett didn't know how to continue asking.

At this time, Melisandre spoke again:

"Night Watch, the one who massacred you was an unrivaled, at least four or five times larger than you, a giant warship that was completely black and had a style that has never been seen in Westeros and Essos, right?"

Carter Pike's description instantly reminded Melisandre of the scene she saw in the fire.

Boundless weakness has enveloped the commander of Eastwatch. He is too seriously injured and may not be able to survive.

After hearing Melisandre's words, he used his last strength and said slowly:

"Yes, what you described is absolutely correct...it seems you have seen them..."

"You are right. We should all listen to you. This is no longer a problem that Eastwatch can handle."

He wanted to tilt his head, but he had no energy left, so he could only try his best to control his eyes and look at Sir Glendon Hewett:

"Old man, go, follow what this woman said, contact Clay Manderly and Castle Black immediately, and tell them everything that happened here."

"The blood of brothers... cannot be kept in vain..."

Speaking slowly, Commander Donghaiwang's voice gradually faded away, and the blood-stained chest gradually became silent.

Everyone watched this scene in silence. On the edge of this world, everyone, despite their various shortcomings, was precious to the Night Watchmen.

Carter Pike completed his watch, and his breath stopped at the foot of the Great Wall of Despair.