"North Ice King, North Ice King, North Ice King …"
Starting from the Gate of All Gods, the cheers of the crowd were like ink splashed into a clear pool, spreading from west to east at the speed of sound, spreading across half of the King's Landing.
There were countless people, including normal citizens, the beggar army in grey robes, the sons of warriors with colorful capes, the nobles and merchants … They were all cheering loudly, as if they were welcoming a legendary hero.
A group of people entered through the gate amidst the cheers and applause. There was a grey Direwolf flag on the left of the group, and a grey three-headed dragon flag on the right. In the middle, there was a tall man with a full beard.
The man wasn't riding a normal war horse, but a grey unicorn with blood red fur. There was also a Direwolf with red eyes and white fur by his side.
The unicorn was two meters tall and five meters long. It looked like a long-horned yak, but compared to the cumbersome yak, the unicorn was more agile and powerful.
On the horn that looked like a demon god's spear, there was a female corpse with butterfly wings strung on it.
The woman's skin was as pale as a corpse, and there were strange ice blue runes on it. Her wings that were like thin ice were torn apart by swords and spears, and her limbs were pierced through.
A tall knight walked out from the group and pointed at the corpse of the butterfly on the horn, and roared at the King's Landing citizens, "North Ice King has killed the Ice Butterfly Demon!"
"North Ice King is brave, long live North Ice King!" The crowd became more and more excited, and their faces turned red as they screamed at the top of their lungs.
"Incredible, seven days ago, the Ice Butterfly Demon led a hundred thousand ghouls to massacre the Deer Horn Castle, and today, the corpse is hanging on the King's Landing. North Ice King, you live up to your name! "A black man wearing a red and green feather cape exclaimed.
"You're not dead yet!" A mocking voice suddenly came from the side.
The black man turned around, and saw a handsome short man wearing a black wool cape looking at him with a smile.
"You are …" The black man tried to recall, but he didn't seem to have seen this person before, but his voice …
Suddenly, he thought of someone. "Tyrion, it's you?! You're back? "
"Shh, don't shout too loudly. I don't want to steal my good nephew's limelight!" Tyrion leaned over and tiptoed. His body actually rose slowly as if he was in an elevator.
"Is this your child?" The black man was surprised to see the midget holding a sky blue brocade swaddle in his arms.
"I do want a son, a daughter would be fine too, but …"
Tyrion shook his head with a gloomy expression. He removed the brocade on the outside and the white lion skin on the inside. He raised the child and looked at the unicorn knight in the middle of the crowd.
"Little Tywin, look at the Northern Ice King, who killed a deity in anger. Look at how impressive and popular he is. In the future, learn more from this uncle, don't learn from your own uncle. "
"Tywin, my uncle …" The black man's pupils shrunk. He carefully looked at the iconic golden hair and blue eyes. With a trembling voice, he said, "Messai is still alive? Is he the son of Messiah? "
"Why do you think Messai is dead?" Tyrion asked curiously.
"Cersei kept saying that her daughter was tortured to death by the Dragon Queen," the black man said embarrassedly.
Tyrion said strangely, "Jaraba, back then, you were framed by my sister as Little Rose's secret lover. Do you still believe her words?"
"I …" Jaraba's expression was awkward.
"No way?" Tyrion looked at the man beside him in horror. He was close to forty years old and his skin was as dark as the night. "I never thought that Little Rose would have such a strong taste. No wonder she could crawl all over the place …"
"Don't misunderstand. I only had eyes. I didn't have the chance to do it. There are too many people in the palace." Jaraba waved his hand regretfully.
"F * ck, that's even more disgusting." The midget's expression was disgusted. "I thought she was just thirsty and took a fancy to your strong and dark body. I didn't expect her to have feelings …"
A hint of anger flashed in Jaraba's eyes. "No matter what, I'm still a prince. How did I make you feel disgusted? Back then at King's Landing, you and I sparred many times. Why don't you feel disgusted? "
"Don't be agitated. I'm not targeting you."
"You're targeting all black people!"
"No, Jaraba, I like black girls too. Have you forgotten?" Tyrion waved his hand. "It's just that your looks … Brother, you should know your place."
Jaraba touched his square face with protruding cheekbones and said in dissatisfaction, "In the Midsummer Islands, the popularity of my appearance won't lose to yours."
"Alright, we have different tastes. I apologize." The midget shrugged insincerely and asked curiously, "I thought you died in the Midsummer Islands. Did you not go back after the Other Ghosts broke out?"
The black man's full name was Jaraba Thor. He was the prince of the Red Flower Valley in the Midsummer Islands. He had failed in his quest for power and was exiled. He had been living in King's Landing for more than ten years and was Robert's guest.
There were many islands in the Midsummer Islands, and the Red Flower Valley was only a river valley on one of them.
Therefore, Jaraba's identity as a prince was worthless.
The midget thought that he was dead because when the Other Ghosts broke out in the North, the foreigners in the Seven Nations fled the Westeros and returned to their homes.
"I was exiled, not on a vacation. How would I dare to go back? However, when the news of the Great Wall's collapse reached King's Landing, I did leave the Westeros and went to Pentos. Then, you know … "Jaraba shrugged and said helplessly," The legends are right. The Long Night is a crisis for the entire world. No one can escape it.
When millions of Other Ghosts surrounded the city, the Evil God of Ice broke through the two walls on the North and West. I stayed in Prince Havin's mansion in the North.
When the Ghouls came to knock on my door, I was so scared that I peed my pants. I hid in the cupboard and shivered. Fortunately, the Dragon Queen descended from the sky like a deity.
After that, I left Pentos with countless nobles and merchants and took a boat to Tidehead Island.
However, the housing prices on Tidehead Island were too high.
Those property speculators who deserved to be eaten by the Other Ghosts were too crazy. I, a prince, couldn't even afford to live in a two-bedroom apartment of fifty square meters.
I swear that even if those people had atonement scrolls, they would still go to hell after death. "
"Isn't Valerian afraid of angering the public? There are so many nobles who are related, "Tyrion said in confusion.
"It's not Valerian. In fact, Count Monterey is still a child."
"Then who's speculating in real estate?"
"The nobles of the Seven Kingdoms. The nobles of the King's Landing, Hejian, and Stormlands. They bought land on Tidehead Island in advance, built castles, and stockpiled food. They're all rich now."
"No one cares?"
"The nobles didn't break the law. They even paid taxes. How would they care? Who would care?"
"That's not right. I remember that the Dragon Queen settled hundreds of thousands of refugees on Tidehead Island," Tyrion said.
"They can get houses for free based on their household registration."
At this moment, the North Ice King Jon's team had left. The crowd also dispersed. Jaraba looked around and asked, "Do you want to go to the Great Cathedral? The North Ice King will publicly sacrifice the Evil God's corpse on the podium. "
"If you want to go, then go. I've been sick of seeing Evil Gods for the past few years." Tyrion stuffed the child back into his cloak. His body slowly shrunk from 1.9 meters to 1.4 meters (with a pair of high-heeled shoes).
Jaraba turned pale with fright. "Didn't you step on a brick?"
"Step on a brick?" The dwarf sneered and took a few steps back to let him see clearly.
"If you didn't have some tricks up your sleeve, how could you spread the scriptures to the East and become the Deer Cauldron King?" The dwarf said proudly.
Jaraba was surprised. "You became a king?"
"My nephew was crowned the North Ice King by the Dragon Queen. As his uncle, what's wrong with me becoming the Deer Cauldron King?"
Jaraba looked at the eastern hills with reverence and sighed. "Jon Stark earned the title of North Ice King himself.
Just based on his superb Ice Witchcraft, and the Evil God of Ice that died at the hands of the Dark Sisters in the past five years, who in King's Descent City doesn't sincerely praise him as the 'Northern Ice King with unparalleled bravery?' "
The dwarf glared. "Did you pick up my Deer Cauldron King? The ghouls I killed in the Barren Land could fill up the streets of King's Landing. "
With that, he carried the child and walked down the city walls.
"Where are you going? We haven't seen each other in a long time, let me treat you to a drink. "Jaraba chased after him.
"Do you think I can drink with a child?" The dwarf didn't stop walking.
"I have something I need your help with." Jaraba gave him a fawning smile.
The dwarf glanced down at his old friend's leather boots and sighed. "I have an appointment with Jaime at Tariq's restaurant. Come along."
"Tariq of Lion's Gate?"
"Yes."
"Why don't you two brothers go to Casterly Rock City?" Jaraba asked curiously.
"Looks like you're not doing well in Mia's court! You don't even know such a secret. "The dwarf sighed.
"Queen Mia … comes from a humble background. Elegant people like me aren't very popular." Jaraba said awkwardly.
"What secret?" He asked curiously.
"King Ghoul has appeared. The vassals are preparing to hold a 'Ghoul Slaughter Assembly' at King's Landing. Then, they will work together to head north and kill King Ghoul," Tyrion said.
"Four years ago, when Dragon Queen gradually disappeared, it appeared." Jaraba was confused.
"It didn't appear in public before, but this time …" Tyrion's expression became serious. "Since two years ago, the Night Watchmen of Eastwatch have sent news that Ghouls have arrived in the North on icebergs.
Just last month, the Night Watchmen risked their lives to sneak into the fallen area and found that Ghouls were gathering on a large scale. Rough estimates suggest that there are more than twenty thousand Ghouls. "
"Twenty thousand Ghouls? Even the North Ice King can't handle them! "Jaraba's mouth was wide open, his eyes filled with fear.
"That's why we need the vassals to form an alliance."
"What's the use of vassals?" Jaraba shook his head vigorously and complained, "Where's the Three-Eyed Crow, Bran? Why didn't he sound the alarm earlier?
Since the Ghouls are coming in batches, we can also eliminate them batch by batch! "
"The Ghouls are all in the fallen area! Even the Dragon Queen can't see that place. Otherwise, how do you think King Ghoul has survived until now? "
"Why is there a fallen area?"
"You fool, I'm talking to you about the Will of the World. Do you understand?"
"Tell me," Jaraba said.
"It's been almost eight years since the Long Night Descent. Do you think the world still belongs to humans?"
"Does it belong to the Ghouls?"
"Half each. Take Barren Land for example. It was such a large piece of land that once had tens of millions of people. Now, there are only five hundred thousand people left.
It's all thanks to the Danny Ribbons that the Dragon Queen made that we could survive these five years.
Think about it, humans only occupy one-thousandth of the land. The rest belongs to the Ghouls and Ghouls, and those Ghouls are still reproducing …
Who do you think Barren Land belongs to now? And so on. Who does this world belong to? "
"Is the situation that bad? I thought the Long Night was almost over. There are only two years left until the Ten Year Long Night that the Dragon Queen promised, "Jaraba said blankly.
Tyrion smiled. "The Long Night is indeed almost over. The purpose of this Vassal Meeting is to end King Ghoul. Once it's dead, humans will win. "
"What about the Dragon Queen?" "Five years ago, she left Slaver's Bay with two hundred thousand Centaurs and spent a year sweeping through Ursos from south to north, east to west, and back again. We haven't heard anything about her since then," Jarrabah said, puzzled.
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