iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 615: Glory of the Warriors
The eagle at this time was just an ordinary prey. When the servant brought it to him, Green just took a quick look at it and gave it to the chief Kare who shouted the loudest.

Then, not long after the team set off, Priest Maqilo entered the king's carriage.

"His Majesty."

Priest Maqiro saluted, and Green leaned back in his chair, motioning for him to sit aside.

Leo Tyrell brought the wine glass, and Green took a sip of summer red and asked calmly: "Moqorro, do you know anything about the Greenseer in the legend of Westeros?"

Moqorro's skin was as black as asphalt, with tattoos of red flames covering his cheeks and forehead. He thought for a moment and replied respectfully, "I have heard of this title from the Supreme Priest. Legend has it that the wise men among the Children of the Forest who possess mysterious powers are honored as Greenseers. They can control nature, explore the past, and predict the future."

Although he concealed it well, he could not hide the contempt in his eyes when he mentioned "predicting the future".

"I just shot down a flying eagle."

"Yes, sir, your arrows are extraordinary..."

Hearing Maqiro's compliment, Green shook his head and said directly: "It was looking for me. It was staring at me in the sky."

Priest Maqilo was slightly surprised: "The eagle is watching you?"

Green nodded his chin: "I have been very sensitive to other people's sight since I was a child. My mother said that I am a natural hunter."

Moqorro did not doubt Green's words. As the King of the Seven Kingdoms, there was no need for him to tell such a lie. On the contrary, he was slightly excited to hear this secret, which showed that he had at least gained the king's initial trust.

Green took a sip of wine and continued, "It is something else that is peeping through the eyes of the eagle. I am sure of that. That is why I thought of the legendary Green Prophet."

Priest Moqorro nodded. "From what I know, one of the abilities of the Greenseer is to sneak into the consciousness of an animal and control it, such as wolves, deer, and birds."

After a pause, he continued, "However, the Green Prophets have disappeared from this world. Most of what we know about them comes from the legends and stories that have been passed down."

Green motioned Leo Tyrell, who was quietly standing by, to pour the wine, then slowly said, "Some time ago, a war report came from the North. Stannis's wildling army miraculously defeated the Northern cavalry of the Lord of Winterfell. He seemed to be able to see every move of the Northern army."

Priest Moqorro frowned slightly: "Could it be that the power of the greenseer is helping Stannis and his army..."

He thought again, after Stannis expelled Melisandre, did he betray the faith of the Lord of Light?
"There are more and more unknown abilities..."

Green rubbed his brows, paused, and then continued: "...This will affect the stability of the seven countries."

His eyes moved over: "Moqorro, my red priest, how should your king deal with this?"

After exchanging a glance, Priest Machiro smiled at him and said, "Your Majesty, the unknown may be mysterious, but when they are watched by the true God, everything will be meaningless."

Their eyes met again, and after a pause, Green nodded slightly. His voice was cold: "Very good, please find the location of the Green Prophet, Maqiro. I am looking forward to your performance."

Priest Maqiro lowered his eyes and nodded respectfully: "This is all the blessing of the King of Light, my majesty, I will obey your orders."

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Eastwatch is in danger, and Tyrion, lying on the battlements, knows very well that they are no longer able to withstand the next wave of siege from Stannis's army.

“Huhu~”

Sir Gerrit's sudden strange laughter broke the solemn and suffocating silence.

Sir Jaime, whose body was covered with black and red stains, was sitting on the cold stone slabs. For some reason, his mouth slowly opened and he began to laugh.

The laughter was contagious quickly, and the people around burst into laughter.

Tyrion glanced at Ser Bronn, who was laughing so hard that he was bent over backwards. When their laughter died down, he said, "Hey, guys, it's not time for the feast yet..." Ser Gerrit ignored Tyrion's voice and proudly announced, "I checked roughly. They have lost tens of thousands of people..."

Tyrion interrupted. "Thousands of people were burned to death with green fire, to be exact..."

Ser Glint continued to ignore Tyrion's voice. His eyes swept over the embarrassed and exhausted warriors: "And we only suffered a few hundred casualties. We are the best, hehe."

Tyrion tried to interrupt again, but met Ser Jaime's gaze and chose to pretend nothing happened.

Ser Jaime smiled like a kind brother, then turned his gaze to the other side: "Sir, I still have a dozen black brothers who can wield swords."

Sir Gerrit grinned: "There are still more than seventy blue robes that can move."

He held out his palm to James, "Kingslayer, what I envy you most is that you slept with the queen. Also, it would be an honor to die in battle with you."

"I have also killed a 'god'."

Ser Jaime shrugged, then shook Gerrit's hand and raised his lips: "Let's compete. Whoever dies first loses. The loser will go to the seven levels of hell and dance naked for the winner."

"Okay, the new and old gods are witnesses, hahahaha!"

Sir Gerrit laughed and gave his highest compliment: "If you were from Crab Claw Peninsula, you would definitely have a chance to become the most powerful Crab Warrior."

Ser Jaime smiled and shook his head. "Unfortunately, I have always been a lion."

"cough!"

Tyrion, who could no longer bear it, stood up and shouted, "Grett, Jaime, and you, all look at me. Yes, you too, all look at me!"

The dwarf adjutant, who still lacked dignity, finally attracted those who were ready to die in battle. He smiled and said, "If I heard correctly, you are discussing how to throw yourself into the Stranger's arms?"

After a moment of silence, James leaned his head against the cold stone wall, raised his eyelids, and broke the silence: "My black brothers and I have decided that when the enemy's war horn sounds, we will ride straight to the largest stag flag. If we are lucky..."

He grinned. "...I can take Stannis with me to hell."

Hearing this, Sir Gerrit burst into laughter: "Your idea is great, Jaime, let us join you in your action!"

Ser Jaime spread his hands. "Of course, there is nothing like dying in a charge..."

"Hey, you don't have to die."

Tyrion interrupted them, crossing his arms. "I, your dwarf Lord Commander, can lead you."

Sir Gerrit shouted angrily, "I will never run away. The warriors of Crabbe will die in battle!"

Tyrion ignored Gretel's anger and stared at the silent Jaime without moving.

After a while, Jaime retracted his gaze and slowly said, "Thank you, Tyrion, my brother."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky above the black ash: "I came to the Great Wall to find my knight's heart. I am lucky enough to die in battle. Gods are merciful."

A pair of green eyes met with one black and one green. He smiled gently and said, "Tyrion, you are not a knight. You can go. And, I'm sorry."

“The scene was so sad…”

Tyrion turned his face away and curled his lips, then he jumped down: "My idea is not to persuade you to escape, but to wait for the next opportunity... Ugh!"

Ser Gerrit suddenly grabbed Tyrion by the collar, lifted him up with one hand, and said sternly: "If you hadn't quietly evacuated the giants, Eastwatch would never have fallen into such a situation so quickly!"

(End of this chapter)