The king on the Great Wall

Iger immediately realized that this was Lei Ge—the perspective and thoughts of the green dragon who was about to become his mount at the moment. With a little concentration, he seemed to be able to taste the blood of cattle and sheep in Lei Ge's mouth.

According to the queen's description, she can now also use this simple connection of thoughts to convey instructions to the green dragon that do not exceed its understanding.

No wonder the Dragon Riders are so powerful.

Iger was stunned.

This "dragon control technique" should actually be called "human-dragon integration technique". With its existence, the dragon rider can theoretically be safer than the most skilled pilots - after all, when the pilot boards the plane, the But he won't tell him how he feels today, what his state is like, and what's wrong with him.And this "what you think is what you control" human-dragon interaction is far more subtle and advanced than any other control method!

The only downside is probably...

Iger shook his head, and unfortunately learned from Daenerys: If this spell connection does not take extra effort and then perform a ritual to break it, it will last until one of the people and the dragon dies.Although it is of great help to controlling the dragon, will it really not cause the subject to suffer from schizophrenia?

Could it be that Daenerys became the mad queen in the original story line, and this spell contributed to it?

So far, the spell's interference with his thinking is still not obvious.Iger told Lei Ge in his mind to lie down and not move around, then climbed onto its back, fixed a saddle and cushion on the spine of the dragon's spine with the help of the soldiers, straightened his buttocks, and fastened the "seat belt" ", ready to start the first official flight in life.

The copper-green wings spread out to both sides, flapping, making a dull sound of the canvas hitting the air, and Lei Ge's two legs also kicked the ground at the same time, making Iger dizzy with a strong push back... No, it should be said to be push In the feeling, the grassy river bay plain was suddenly thrown under him.

Iger saw countless onlookers raised their necks to look at his test-flying face, and saw the queen in white also riding on Drogon's back.

The two dragons left the ground one after the other and flew into the air towards the high court not far away. They flew across the city with a vertical distance of less than [-] meters, raised their flags, and then began to circle the circular wall of the castle.

This is a very dangerous height, not to mention the dragon hunting crossbow, even ordinary longbows can reach them, but the two dragon knights are not worried-because the castle has been taken over by the Western Expeditionary Army, the original layout at the top of the city The anti-aircraft weapons were stripped out and replaced by cheering soldiers who filled the walls and tops of the towers.

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Lei Ge roared, and Drogon roared back even more vigorously. The two dragons chased each other like lovers at the Harvest Ball. After flying around twice, they increased their wings and climbed upwards. The majestic and majestic Gaoting City soon became There is a white archery target made of three rings under their buttocks.Around this white circle, there are groups of small black dots that go in all directions like ants - Iger knows that they are messengers and negotiators who are responsible for conveying the news that the Tyrell family has surrendered to the entire river bend , And on behalf of the queen "invited" the princes to live in King's Landing.

Among the countless teams that went in all directions, some of them were all composed of cavalry, and they were responsible for chasing the remnants of the Golden Regiment-the Highgarden Guard who fled south, persuading them to surrender and bringing them back to the queen.And among them, there is another one that Iger personally selects personnel, shouldering a sinister mission that even the queen doesn't know at all, enough to affect the entire Westeros.

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Chapter 702 One More Choice

Everything is good in Yimapingchuan's river bend field, but it can't hide people.

But this is not necessarily a bad thing - neither side can arrange an ambush, and it saves whoever has a wrong mind or worries that the other side will have a wrong mind.

With his back facing the west slanting sun, the leader of the Golden Regiment rode towards the large tree standing in the wilderness a few miles east of the camp, and met the figures waiting under the tree.

It was evening, and a secret meeting was about to take place.

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After being defeated in the Great War, the attempt to withdraw into Highgarden was blocked. The defeated army, which was a mixture of the Golden Regiment and Tyrell's own soldiers, first fled southward for more than ten miles. When they found that the enemy hadn't pursued them, they searched their way west in embarrassment. , ready to flee in the direction of the old town, and plan another plan.

However, there were thousands of them. Even if a group of this size ran away at full speed without looking back, it would be impossible for them to outrun the scouts and messengers who were lightly packed without luggage and had spare horses.

So, before the soldiers who went to contact the Hightower's house did not bring any reply, the messengers from Highgarden followed the traces of the march to the Queen's pardon - the peace reached between Margaery and Egger. The agreement informed the generals of the defeated army, and declared: As long as they accept all the conditions of the agreement, the lives of everyone including Prince Aegon will be guaranteed.

For Jon Connington, Prince Aegon, and the rebellious Lords of the Reach, such as the Lord Tyrell, the result is not good, but it is probably not the worst.

But for others, this solution is completely unacceptable.

The defeated army stopped today at the small village where they were stationed last night. They neither fled westward toward Old Town nor returned eastward to High Court to surrender.

The golden group has dropped the pick.

Not only did the mercenaries not move their nests, but they also drew their knives out of their sheaths and bowed their bows to intimidate and stop the other river bend soldiers, and forcibly stopped the camp. After hearing the news of the peace agreement, their commander Harry Strickland was determined to make Iran Prince Geng and Duke Tyrell, give the Golden Group an explanation!

Ever since Harry became the treasurer of the legion, he has been careful about budgeting and has never done a loss-making business.It is precisely because of his god-like money-making experience that he was miraculously elected as the leader of the legion by a group of fierce men even though he was not a combatant himself.

"The worst mercenary, the most competent commander" - this is the image of Harry in the eyes of the soldiers of the Golden Regiment.

Being able to bring everyone to eat and drink is the only reason for him, a leader who has neither force nor charm, to be in power, and it is also the authoritative source for his orders and prohibitions.

Supporting little Aegon to become king should have been the successful conclusion of four generations of Harry Strickland's mercenary career. Who would have thought that this vote, which was originally a sure thing, would be because of a night watchman who entered the south halfway from the far north Come, and cause him to lose even his underwear?

It is not terrible to lose the battle, but if you admit defeat, accept the queen's request for pardon, surrender unconditionally, then obediently disarm and accept the arrangement, and return to Essos by boat in desperation... What he has to worry about is not only losing his reputation, but Before the pier disappeared from sight, he was chopped up by the team members and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

Harry has always been reasonable: the Golden Group failed to turn the tide and turned the tables, so naturally they would not ask for victory rewards unreasonably.However, the pensions of the fallen soldiers and their travel expenses to and from the two sides of the Narrow Sea have to be reimbursed no matter what!

No mercenary would think it was too much for this request, so of course he had to fight for it.

As for where does the confidence come from?

The answer is: Among the composition of the remnant army, the mercenaries of the Golden Regiment have the absolute upper hand in terms of quantity and combat quality.

I can't beat Iger's Western Expeditionary Army, and I can't beat you landlords?

Harry had already figured it out: if Mace Tyrell and little Aegon didn't meet his demands, he would tie them up and take them to Old Town, threatening the Hightower family to provide him with a ship to escape to freedom trading city.

Lord Tyrell took it for ransom to Highgarden, and his good son-in-law sold it to slaveholders.

With the Anti-Dragon Mother Alliance still at war with Westeros, a Targaryen would be an extremely valuable hostage and source of legitimacy for the war.The slaveholders would be willing to pay a good price for the queen's nephew-to make him a puppet king and force him to continue fighting his aunt.

At the end of the day's spitting and squabbling, Harry Strickland dragged his weary body back to the farmer's house that had been requisitioned as the regiment's headquarters.

Jon Connington and Mace Tyrell neither agreed nor denied his offer, but promised to consider giving him an answer overnight, which was probably a delay, so he took the time to arrange vigilance in case the two An old guy jumps over a wall in a hurry or runs away at night.

Just after finishing the order, the attendant came to his ear and told Harry a new news.

Another messenger came from outside the camp, mysteriously presenting an invitation, claiming that the Queen's Hand would have a secret meeting with him.

Years of experience in managing mercenary regiments let Harry know that there is usually no good price for an enemy he can't beat.So he wanted to refuse it straight away, but after thinking about it for a while, he changed his mind again.

I have nothing more to lose, so why not listen to what that bastard wants to say?

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Returning to the present moment from his thoughts, Harry Strickland saw the figure on the top of the slope clearly in the evening sunset as the distance approached.

One two three four five...

Just like the agreement, there are ten people, one not more and one not less.He was relieved a little, but soon found that one of the ten people opposite was wearing a red robe.

Red God Priest!

He suddenly remembered the black shadow that appeared at the last moment on the day of the decisive battle and cut down the Chinese army's banner across the battlefield.

This is a bit of a hassle.

How many people can a witch who knows magic fight against in a small-scale group fight?It's hard to say, but there must be more than one. The other side is cheating!

He flinched slightly, but after thinking about it, the reason seemed insufficient. Nine of the most skilled men in the golden group were right behind him, so what's the point of being scared away by a woman?On weekdays, the soldiers would tolerate him, the head of the treasurer who was born as a treasurer, sacrificing his life like gold, but now, his life is worthless.

As the golden group approached, the ten people waiting by the tree gradually switched from relaxed to vigilant. From their positions and clothing, Harry quickly found the big man who invited him—a tall but thin man. (Based on mercenary standards), a man in black with a fair complexion and a distinctly foreign appearance.

"Master Prime Minister." He said with a smile on his face, but his feet were standing at a safe distance, and his hand was placed on the hilt of his waist—although he was not good at using it, "Please allow me, a defeated man, to Congratulations on your great victory."

As a defeated opponent, Harry tried his best to show respect without appearing humble, but he couldn't suppress the disappointment and unwillingness in his heart.

He had seen many great people, some of whom seemed to be in high positions, while others seemed very ordinary.But even compared with the latter type of people, the black-clothed prime minister in front of him is still a little too ordinary, and he doesn't have the suffocating sense of oppression that is said in the rumors... The [-] coalition forces of the Golden Regiment and Hewan were defeated by such a guy?

"You're welcome, Captain Harry." The guard, who was transformed into Iger by the red-robed woman's witchcraft, desperately recalled the words and demeanor of his commander-in-chief, trying to put on a calm and majestic appearance, "I and the Tyrell family You should have seen the peace agreement reached. What are your thoughts on this?"

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Chapter 703 One More Choice

"I have no other thoughts except a voice of admiration." The other party's ordinary image made Harry calm down. Of course, he couldn't say that he was ready to kidnap the prince and run away, so he made up a half-truthy sentence, "There is a crisis in our army." There are slight disagreements, and everyone is having some... barely friendly discussions. But no matter what, within three days, you will definitely get all the results you want. On the contrary, the Prime Minister, who has worked so hard to run the dozens of miles himself, Come to see me, a little mercenary captain, I don’t know why?”

"Provide a deal to give Your Excellency the leader one more option—a choice that can reduce losses."

The person pretending to be Iger was his vice-captain of the bodyguard, Leon. As one of the people who was chosen as a confidant in King's Landing, although it was impossible for him to act the majesty of the Lord, at least the lines written by his own commander still memorized down.

Leon looked to both sides: "Let's back away from the left and right, how about a one-on-one talk?"

Do you want to be so mysterious?

Harry Strickland's heart moved slightly. Years of life experience made him realize: I'm afraid this is not a good thing to talk about.

And the rewards for doing bad things are generally quite generous!

Before the head of the golden regiment grasped the aura that flashed through his consciousness and analyzed it, Leon waved his hands to the left and right to show his sincerity, so the other nine followers on his side, including the red-robed woman, all He took a step back, making a gesture of giving them room to talk privately.

Harry suddenly realized that Iger was several meters away from the nearest guard at this moment.I was caught off guard...a good opportunity to assassinate him.

After trembling for half a second, memory and reason poured cold water on him.

I really drifted away.

Unlike himself who was a financial background, the Queen's Hand in front of him had been a Ranger of the Night's Watch in all seriousness.Even if the rumors about killing the other ghosts were fabricated, it is officially recognized that he was hunted down by enemy assassins when he was a logistics officer in King's Landing.

If I can beat him, let's not mention it, even if I make a move, the red robe girl will stand by and watch?After succeeding, can the queen riding a dragon let herself go?Even my own employers and "allies" would probably only despise me for doing too much to cause trouble.

Harry hurriedly put away his wild thoughts, suppressed the contempt and carelessness caused by the opponent's weak aura, and waved to the nine mercenaries he had brought to indicate not to follow, and walked a few steps away from the crowd with Iger.

"Let me get straight to the point." Leon raised his chin with his hands behind his back, and said in a slightly lower but clear voice, "Jon Connington's identity is unquestionable, but there is no evidence to prove the authenticity of Prince Aegon he assisted. Proof. Her Majesty the Queen does not believe that he is her nephew, but she is absolutely unwilling to bear the name of a kinslayer, so she can only announce a pardon for him, but asks him to wear black clothes to give up his right of inheritance."

Harry nodded, and immediately guessed what Iger meant by "one more choice".

"So?" He guessed it, but he understood: the nature of this kind of thing can't help anyone to be smart and talk too much.

"The black clothes are just a layer of cloth, and they cannot stop people from coveting the kingship. As long as Prince Aegon is alive, he will always be a threat to His Majesty." As one of Iger's personal bodyguards and deputies, Leon is also an official. The conversation gradually deepened, and the words of his fake prime minister became calm and smooth as he grasped the rhythm, "The Queen needs someone to do some dirty work for her, preferably—someone who has not yet committed herself to her command."

Queen needs white gloves?

Harry was completely relaxed. He believed this statement because it was so reasonable and fit his impression of the princes and nobles in Westeros who valued power above all else.

"Then, this person who did the dirty work for His Majesty..." In fact, he was obviously himself, "What benefits can I get?"

Leon gave Harry a meaningful look—this action was added into the performance by his own understanding, and then smiled and took out a thin scroll, opened it and showed it to the leader of the Golden Troupe: "This is a piece of paper from the Stormlands. Map, this black spot is Storm's End. It was originally the property of the Baratheon family, but now the stag is extinct... and His Majesty does not intend to restore the Reaver House."

Stormy land?

Harry's heart skipped a beat, but he still didn't ignore the trap in the other party's words: "Except for the castle, how big is the attached territory?"

Leon stretched out his hand and found that his index finger was too thick, so he put on his little finger rather girlishly, and used his fingertip to swim across the picture: "Within the dotted line."

Harry frowned suddenly: "I'm afraid the territory of the Baratheon family is much larger than this!"

"Nonsense, but does 'that person' think that killing a person for the queen can make up for the crime and inherit all the wealth and power of the Duke of Stormland?" Leon snorted coldly with a bit of righteousness. "There are only so many rewards for doing this well. If you want more, you have to earn more military merits in exchange for the redemption expedition against the Free Trade City!"

The size of the territory within the dotted line on the map is equivalent to that of an earldom, which is still relatively small, but even so, it has far exceeded Harry Strickland's expectations.

Sell ​​Prince Aegon to the Free Cities, and the slaveholders will not give him a castle and a large land.

But Harry still wanted to fight for the greater good.

"This matter... is a bit difficult."

"Difficult to do? Then don't do it." The commander-in-chief is really predictable. Leon, who had already had a plan to deal with the greed of the mercenaries and the means of raising prices, didn't even think about it. He simply put away the map, and his tone was instantly cold , "Some people want to take control of Storm's End, but you, Captain, don't have a good way out. How do you want to get out of this war?"

This guy didn't have the aggressive aura as rumored, but the degree of difficulty was not exaggerated at all.

Harry groaned inwardly, but he still had the courage to fight back: "There are people who want to take over Storm's End, but with the careful guards of the Golden Company, I can guarantee that none of them will get it. Across the narrow sea, those gangs The slave master can't wait for a Targaryen to support him against the queen, if Prince Aegon flees from Old Town to Essos, then you will have a headache, Mr Prime Minister?"

Leon squinted his eyes at the mercenary leader—he would never forget how frightening his commander-in-chief made this look at someone who made a mistake, even if he wasn't the one receiving the gaze.

He hoped that he could have one-tenth of that momentum at this moment.

"I have no doubts about the ability of the Golden Group to protect someone. If you had brought Prince Aegon towards Old Town non-stop this morning, it might be possible." Lyon stated the facts expressionlessly, "However, you were delayed for a day, while the ravens and envoys sent by the queen were rushing towards the old town without stopping. I ordered Lord Hightower to close the city gate and rectify the army on the condition and threat of preserving the title, territory and wealth. Prepare and empty the ships in Oldtown's harbor. Prince Aegon will not be taken as shelter or aided in his escape, and guess what, will he think Oldtown's walls can hold up to a hundred thousand troops, or will he obey? "

After a few seconds of tough confrontation, Harry was the first to lose his hold, with a flattering smile on his face: "Mr. Forget it. Do I let Prince Aegon and Jon Connington just disappear, or..."

"I led the troops to pursue him, and he disappeared. Isn't it because I was not able to chase him?" Leon was relieved, and Iger didn't prepare him a plan in case Harry insisted, "Once the queen's peace agreement came out, the gold that was not included in the resettlement plan The mercenaries of the regiment will definitely feel dissatisfied, and demand compensation from Prince Aegon and his right-hand men. When the reasonable request is rejected, there will be a commotion, and some mercenaries will attack the headquarters in the chaos, and kill them to vent their anger. Supporting the false king and some nobles of the River Bend—isn’t this very reasonable? As long as you, as the head of the regiment, take timely action to control the scene, dispose of the murderer and protect the prince’s body, bring him back to plead guilty to the Queen... Your Majesty is merciful and generous, Isn't it human nature to pardon your sins and give you a little reward for respecting the remains of her blood relatives?"

It's not difficult at all, and the process is indeed reasonable and feasible.

Harry nodded, but an unpleasant thought crossed his mind at this moment.

The Golden Group is an armed force loyal to Aegon, but there is nothing about their placement in the peace agreement. This is obviously done deliberately by the person in front of him.And using this to get him into trouble and having to accept this dirty deal also has obvious signs of psychological pressure.

"What if the queen repents afterwards and even wants to kill me? I need something to dispel this doubt!"

"A reasonable request, His Majesty has already thought of it."

Lyon pulled out a second prop and handed it to Harry Strickland.

It was also a piece of rolled paper, but it was obviously more formal than the previous one: the material was not cheap plant fiber paper, but it was thickened and gilded with a scroll—it felt a bit inferior to the imperial decree.

He opened it, and it was written in Common Tongue, which of course didn't include the awful details of hiring a murderer, but still made it clear that he (Harry Strickland) had received the Queen's pardon on this day (date, month, and year) And swore allegiance to her, and thus won Storm's End as a territory.With this time point as evidence, he can jump up at any time when he is about to flip the table, accusing that the queen ordered him to kill the relatives on his behalf.

Beneath the text are two legible seals - the validity of this document has been endorsed jointly by the Queen and the Queen's Hand.

"I'm afraid you are still worried that this is a fake, I will give you another reassurance."

Harry looked up from the pardon to see that the Prime Minister in Black had pulled out another small jar of ink pads out of nowhere and stuck his thumb into it.

"After accepting Storm's End, you have to destroy this document in front of me. Before that, I believe it can give you enough sense of security."

After all, in front of his face, "Iger" pressed his handprint at the bottom of the pardon.