Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 372 Tywin's Plan A and Plan B

Grand Maester Pycelle is 84 years old this year, a handsome old man with a white beard who was quite healthy a few years ago.

Every night, I can watch the stars and the moon with the girls on Silk Street, but I was frightened by Tyrion once, and I was thrown into a black prison for several months.

Although the person came out, the kidney seemed to be lost in the prison, and he could no longer lift his head up, nor could he walk like flying.

The old man tremblingly climbed up the tower, hurriedly took out the letter from the crow's leg, only glanced at it, and exclaimed "bless the seven gods" in excitement!

After tossing back and forth for half an hour, still a few steps away from the door of the meeting room, he held up the letter and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, Queen, I am so happy! The magic dragon and witch retreated, the army suffered heavy casualties, and even the magic dragon We've been hit hard, and we're victorious!"

"What? Shot the dragon?" cried Ser Harris, shocked.

"Is the Dragon Girl dead?" Little Rose asked eagerly.

"Not dead." Pycelle gasped while leaning on the door frame.

"Then how much is she injured? How long can she last?" Palos hurriedly got up from the chair, went to the door and took the letter.

"Uh..." After watching for a while, the white knight who had entered the palace for the second time said awkwardly, "The fight hasn't started yet, so what do you say?"

"Hey, why can't you understand the meaning behind the words? Look," Grand Maester Pycelle took back the letter and read aloud: "The Dragon Shooting Crossbow completely restrained the giant dragon, and the demon dragon hesitated to move forward. A wave of arrows rained After that, the magic dragon had no choice but to retreat with hatred.

Our army occupies the commanding heights, and the crossbow arrows on the Flying Dragon Tower cover the Stone Drum Tower. There are victories without defeat, and they can hold on for at least a month.

Ser Meryn Tran, don't march in haste, and don't go out to sea without a dragon-shooting crossbow on your battleship, lest you run into the fleet of the Mother of Dragons head-on. "

"See, between the lines, I seem to see Sir Lucian's confident smile. Everyone knows Lucian's character.

Honest and steady, serious, unsmiling.He said that if there is no problem, it must be no problem. "The bachelor emphasized.

"Yes, I watched Lucian grow up, and that child never spoke big words." Sir Harris, the Westlander, nodded in agreement.

Little Rose lazily sat back in her chair, and said angrily, "The dragon isn't dead, the Dragon Queen isn't injured, and the other party hasn't even died yet. Why are you all so excited?"

"Your Majesty, you don't understand, the Dragon Shooting Crossbow was invented by our bachelors, and there are five hundred brand new Dragon Shooting Crossbows in the Red Castle Armory.

At this time, Dragonstone Island has confirmed the function of shooting the dragon crossbow, so we no longer have to sleep and eat, worrying about the witch riding a dragon and burning the Red Castle. "Pycelle said sternly.

Little Rose thought about it carefully, and nodded in approval.

After being picked up from the Great Sept by Earl Tarly, she really thought about fleeing back to Highgarden immediately.

In addition to the fear of the sparrow occupying King's Landing, she was also worried that the Dragon Queen would burn the Red Castle and burn herself to death as a black-hearted Harun—Margaery received a letter from the Academy City on the third day after she left the Great Cathedral.

If the dragon-shooting crossbow is as powerful as it says on paper (the dragon-shooting crossbow in Westeros has not killed dragons at this time), then the Red Keep can at least guarantee safety.

"The Dragon Queen has only been in Westeros for a few days. How did you build five hundred Dragon Shooting Crossbows so quickly? Is it easy to make Dragon Shooting Crossbows?" she asked curiously.

"On the contrary, only the toughest golden wood, the strongest animal tendons, and the strongest shrapnel can be used as materials for crossbows.

The building process involves complex mathematical operations, and requires top craftsmen to spend a lot of time and energy carving standardized parts.

In the end, the bachelor himself took the initiative to assemble the parts into a crossbow step by step according to the drawings. "

"Moreover, the cost of a ballista is as high as 150 gold dragons, which is more expensive than the ransom of ordinary knights, and it takes a top craftsman one and a half months to complete it." Pai Xier sighed.

"Then why are there so many dragon-shooting crossbows in the Red Castle?" Sir Harris asked puzzled.

"It's Duke Tywin!" Pycelle said reverently, "He was far-sighted, and about a year and a half ago, before the Rebellion of the Four Kings ended, he wrote to me and asked me to find the blueprint for making the Dragon Shooting Crossbow in the Royal Library.

Then according to the design drawings, materials were purchased from all over the world, and dozens of top craftsmen were hired from city-states such as Myr, Kohor, and Tyrossi, and more than a thousand experienced blacksmiths and carpenter slaves were purchased. "

Little Rose was stunned, and said in disbelief: "At that time, he knew the news about the mother of dragons? Guess what happened today?"

Pai Xier took a deep look at Queen Rose of Highgarden, and said, "Do you know the Warriors?"

"Blood troupe?"

Harris said with some complaints: "The worst thing Lord Tywin did in his life was to hire Qohor's mercenaries. The Blood Mummer disobeyed discipline and had no honor.

At that time, Lord Tywin was still in Harrenhal, and the Blood Mummer dared to kill my servant.Later, he turned to the northerners and cut off James' dominant hand. "

"Maybe." Pycelle didn't like the blood troupe either. It was the blood troupe that ravaged the Three Rivers Basin and disturbed the people in Hejian, so they could only come to King's Landing to be sparrows.

Well, the big | sparrow also came from Hejian.

Little Rose thought about it: "Could it be that when Duke Tywin heard about the dragon when he hired the warrior group, he started to build a dragon-shooting crossbow to defend against the dragon?"

"Defense?" Pycelle sneered at first, and then looked disappointed, "Shooting the dragon crossbow is just a backup plan, just in case, who would have thought that 'what if' really came?"

"Damn Braavosi bastard, you took so many golden dragons," the old maester cursed in such a low voice that the others didn't even hear him mumbling.

"Where are the craftsmen and slaves? Can you build more dragon-shooting crossbows to arm the entire King's Landing?" White Knight Boros said.

"Then I have to ask Lord Kaifeng. The craftsmen, slaves, and materials are all in the western region, in Casterly Rock City."

"Croak—" There was a faint cry of crows from the rain curtain in the distance outside the window. The ministers and queen in the conference room didn't pay attention, but Tommen, who was staring at the window in a daze, yelled: "Master Pycelle, I saw a crow Yes. Black wings, bring black news."

Pai Xier was stunned, went to the window and looked around, but he didn't see the crow, so he said casually: "Your Majesty, no matter good news or bad news, we will use the crow to convey it.

There are also white crows in the crow's nest, but the viability of the white crows is too low, and they are not as fierce as the black crows. "

"I did see a crow," Tommen insisted.

"This is the Red Castle, and nobles often send letters here." The Grand Maester said indifferently.

"Since Sir Lucian is confident of injuring the rebellion, should Sir Marlin Tran go to reinforce Dragonstone Island? According to the plan, he should take a thousand gold robes to sea this afternoon." Sir Boros asked.

"Sir Harris, what do you think?" Pycelle asked uncertainly.

After pondering for a moment, the bald-haired old man waved his hand and made a slashing movement, and said in a cold voice: "We need to support. The terrain of Dragonstone Island is difficult, and the battle loss ratio of one to ten can be easily achieved. We are one, and the magic dragon army is ten.

As the news of Targaryen's return to riding a dragon spreads, it is inevitable that there will be people with different hearts in the Seven Kingdoms.

We will turn Dragonstone into a slaughterhouse for any rebels in the Seven Kingdoms who remain loyal to the dragon. "

"Well, sir, you are right." Pycelle glanced at the bald sir appreciatively, and said, "Fifty dragon-shooting crossbows can be produced and placed on sea ships."

"Deng Teng Teng" A rush of running outside the door interrupted the words of the Grand Maester. Everyone frowned and looked at the door that was violently pushed open, and they were about to scold immediately.

The gray-clothed bachelor who rushed in howled: "The big thing is wrong! Lord Pycelle, my lords and your majesties, Dragonstone Island has fallen, Sir Lucian died in battle, and the Dragon Queen has taken Dragonstone Island!"

"What?" The five bosses exclaimed in unison, and even Tommen, who had always seemed to have nothing to do with himself, also exclaimed.

The little fat man is also nine years old, at least he understands who is the enemy and who is his own.

"Brother Da Vinci, what are you talking about? I just received a letter from Sir Lucian, you" the Grand Maester tremblingly held up the letter in his hand, "You were also in the Crow's Nest just now, and you saw me pick up the letter in person? "

Bachelor Da Vinci is in his early thirties this year, with a round nose, a round face, and a bald head. He is the assistant of the Grand Bachelor.

Well, the assistants of the bachelors are also learned bachelors.

"Another raven flew over, from Dragonstone. The battle was over, and the Dragon Queen took Dragonstone within an hour."

"How is it possible? Dragonstone Island has a dragon-shooting crossbow, and the dragon dare not approach it. Could it be that the woman can do magic?" Pacelle asked with a pale face.

"Ugh, she really knows witchcraft!" A few people looked at the flustered Grand Scholar and shouted.

"I mean" Pycelle waved his hands unconsciously, "whatever magic can break through, just give me the letter."

As he spoke, the old scholar stepped forward and snatched the letter paper.

"The letter was sent by that woman. Let us redeem him with money. If we don't give money, we will send him to the Great Wall as men in black. But why are there only 32 soldiers?" the Grand Maester murmured.

Little Rose looked shocked, and said in horror: "Dead, out of 32 guards, there are only [-] left."

"Hiss, the witch is so vicious!" Sir Bald said with his scalp numb.

"Not only vicious, but also greedy," Pycelle slowly put down the letter, "One soldier's ransom is ten golden dragons, Sir Peake's is five thousand."

"Is she crazy?"

"Are you crazy?"

On Dragonstone Island, in the hall in the form of a lying dragon, Sir Titus Peake barely opened his bruised eyes, staring at the Dragon Queen on the Blackstone Throne above.

"I'm just a knight, and the knight's ransom didn't exceed three hundred gold dragons. Five thousand? Do you think I'm Jaime Lannister?"

"Stupid, is Jaime Lannister still alive to kneel in front of me and shout?" Dany tilted her head and said contemptuously.

"But I'm not worth five thousand gold dragons!" Titus Peak said aggrievedly.

Dani was waiting for this sentence, and immediately said: "Then put on black clothes and go to defend the Great Wall."

"I have a wife, I can't bear it"

"Your wife is beautiful?" Dany asked curiously.

"His wife is an ordinary-looking Lannister offshoot," said the old crab.

Sir Heijia, who had been talking nonsense about slaying dragons before, looked at the Dragon Queen with pleading eyes, and said sincerely: "Margaux is not beautiful, but having a wife is better than having no wife. I am reluctant to live a noble life now!"

The corners of Dani's mouth twitched a few times, and she asked, "Then how much can you bid?"

"How about four hundred golden dragons?" Sir Black Armor gritted his teeth.

Dany waved her hand grimly, "Bron, drag him out. If you don't receive the ransom within a week, pack it up and send him to the Great Wall."

"Don't—" the black-armored knight looked desperate and screamed shrilly.

(End of this chapter)