The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Melisandre entered the Mountain's and Jeyne's bedroom as if it were her own, without the slightest hesitation.

She sat on the chaise lounge in front of the bed, her beautiful eyes fixed on the Mountain and Jeyne.

Having traveled through, the Mountain had adapted to everything in this world. For a close vassal, this wouldn't seem impolite. The only difference was that other vassals would stand, while Melisandre naturally chose to sit.

"Lord Mountain, you haven't been to the North, nor have you met Jon Snow, but you know of him, don't you?"

The Mountain looked at Melisandre, not answering her pointless question.

"I just saw a confusing prophecy in the flames, that Jon Snow is actually of true royal blood." Melisandre stared at the Mountain. "He is Eddard Stark's bastard, yet he has true royal blood. What do you make of this prophecy?"

"Gendry Clegane also has true royal blood, his father was Robert Baratheon I; Shireen Baratheon also has true royal blood, her father Stannis Baratheon I was a king with the right of succession; Robb Stark of the North was hailed as King in the North by his vassals, all the blood of the Stark family is true royal blood." The Mountain offered a compromise.

The Mountain was adept at playing dumb and dodging questions!

The trajectory of the world has changed a bit too much; he had to try to get it back on track. Information that couldn't be revealed in advance should be kept quiet. Every prediction of the future has a butterfly effect. And the butterfly effect is destructive and unpredictable, which the Mountain was wary of. After all, knowing what will happen in the future and not being able to predict the future are completely different kinds of control.

Melisandre's alluring eyes seemed to have the magic to penetrate people's hearts. From the Mountain's 'standard answer,' she gleaned his secret—the Mountain knew the secret of Jon Snow's birth, but he was unwilling to tell her.

Melisandre came to the Mountain's bedroom, just as she observed the flames, as a means of verifying what she thought in her heart. However, observing the flames belonged to magical miracles, while talking to the Mountain and peering into people's hearts belonged to the wisdom accumulated from life experience.

The Mountain had never been to the Wall, never met Jon Snow, but he actually knew Jon Snow's true identity. Why would the Mountain have the same ability as a greenseer? There was only one answer: the Mountain was Azor Ahai reborn.

Melisandre no longer hesitated. She knelt on one knee, something she had wanted to do very much during the day, but she had held back. She wanted to cautiously verify it again at night. The flames showed her Jon Snow, but wisdom made her no longer hesitate: "Lord Mountain, please allow me to follow you from now on. I am your most loyal right-hand man. Please allow me to be by your side like a close guard. You are the true king I have been searching for from afar. You are Azor Ahai reborn."

"I am not!" The Mountain flatly denied.

Azor Ahai reborn was a very mysterious topic. Who will ultimately be Azor Ahai? Has Azor Ahai been reborn or not? No one can say for sure.

Theology often has an inscrutable, mysterious ambiguity!

"Lord Mountain, whether you are or not, please allow me to follow you." Melisandre's beautiful eyes looked at the Mountain. Even when facing Stannis, she had never been so humble.

The Mountain looked at Jeyne. The madam was here. They had just been talking about those sensitive topics between husband and wife, and the central figure of the topic was Melisandre. Melisandre's beauty and charm were like a bright star in the night sky. As long as you looked up, you would be attracted by her brilliance. She had a fatal attraction for men, and the Mountain had to admit this in his heart.

"Lady Melisandre, I have heard many rumors about you and Stannis Baratheon," Lady Jeyne said.

"Those rumors are true," Melisandre confessed. In order to obtain the power of the royal family to bless her magic, she had done things with Stannis that only husband and wife should do, many times. And Queen Selyse Florent was not displeased with this.

"Oh, I am not like Lady Selyse Florent. I cannot accept you sharing my husband with me." Lady Jeyne was still as decisive as ever. In defending her family, she was a resolute and sharp killer!

"Lady Jeyne, I understand and will remember."

Jeyne looked at the Mountain. A trace of strangeness flashed through the Mountain's heart, perhaps he felt a little regret. Melisandre was unparalleled in beauty, and the body under the red robe must also be the ultimate perfection... The Mountain looked at Jeyne, his eyes saying, "Boss, I think we should let Melisandre get up first, after all, she is an advanced Red God priestess with the ability to predict, control flames, and summon shadow assassins."

Lady Jeyne's eyes replied, "If you want her to get up, then let her get up."

The Mountain said, "Lady Melisandre, I would be delighted if you are willing to follow me. But your current identity is the Queen Shireen's advisor..."

Melisandre interrupted the Mountain as she stood up: "Lord Mountain, I can also be your advisor at the same time."

"Madam, you cannot be Gregor's advisor, he does not build a country, nor does he claim to be a king."

"Then please let me be the Duke's accompanying priest," Melisandre requested a title.

The accompanying priest was equivalent to the Mountain's military advisor. If the Mountain was a king, Melisandre would be the Hand of the King.

"Okay, I will bestow upon you the title of accompanying priest of the Clegane army, and together with me, you will command my army," the Mountain said. Before making this decision, he did not look into Jeyne's eyes again. He was the supreme commander of the Clegane army, and his words were law and command in the Clegane army. If he said to bestow, then it was bestowed.

Melisandre got her wish. She thanked the Mountain, and her graceful figure exuded a faint heat, making the Mountain and Jeyne feel very comfortable. The new Clegane village was still a bit cool at night, and the Mountain's room was extremely large, with some charcoal burning in the fireplace for warmth. But with Melisandre here, she unconsciously raised the temperature in the room. She herself seemed to have the temperature of fire, and seemed to be able to automatically adjust the temperature.

The night was deep, and Melisandre had solved the most important thing she had come to Westeros for, which was to find a true king to serve. Her face radiated an unusual brilliance, and her whole person seemed to be shrouded in a faint holy light.

"Lord Mountain, please take out the heirloom of the Red Hands of Burning Men: the Burning Axe." Melisandre regained her natural arrogance.

The Mountain and Lady Jeyne exchanged glances. The husband and wife were of one mind. The strange and beautiful characters on the axe, without a doubt, Melisandre recognized.

The Mountain got up and took the small axe from the sword belt hanging on the wall. Lady Jeyne also got up, she was in her original state, but she did not avoid suspicion, she put on a silk robe, covering her petite and exquisite body. Her exposed skin glowed like silk.

Melisandre took the axe and stroked the flame patterns and characters on the handle with her fingers. She began to read it out word by word. The first syllable was in High Valyrian: Dragonflame! This was the command for the dragon to breathe fire.

"Dragonflame!" The Mountain traced Melisandre's syllables, but did not understand what it meant.

Jeyne also subconsciously said the dragon-riding command: Dragonflame! This syllable was peculiar and pleasant to hear, full of ancient meaning, but what exactly did it mean? Jeyne also did not know. Old Timett, who passed on the Burning Axe to the Mountain, also did not recognize the characters on the handle. But he had the unique method of approaching sheep thieves passed down by the Red Hands, which had nothing to do with the dragon-riding command, which was the personal method of Dragon Knight Ricard.

"This word is called Dragonflame, it is High Valyrian, saying this word will make the dragon breathe fire," said the Red God priestess Melisandre.

*

At the same time, across the Narrow Sea, on the Dothraki Sea.

"This word is called Dragonflame, it is High Valyrian, saying this word will make the dragon breathe fire," said the Red God priest Magiro.

Sitting in front of Magiro was Daenerys Targaryen's sellsword Daario Naharis, wearing light chainmail, with a Dothraki arakh on his left and a Myrish stiletto on his right. The hilts of the knife and sword were a matching pair of nude golden women, shiny and bright from long use.

Beside Daario was Prince Quentyn Martell, nicknamed the Frog, from Dorne on the continent of Westeros. Quentyn Martell was plain-looking, and sitting next to Daario, he looked rustic, as if he came from a remote countryside. His eyes were calm, and he also wore light chainmail, covered with yellowish-brown leather. There was armor at the joints of his legs and hands.

These were two warriors who came to try to become dragon riders, and of course there was another, named Victarion Greyjoy, the most powerful commander of the Iron Fleet of the Iron Islands. He had offered the Dragon Horn to the Queen, helping the Queen obtain the secret of dragon riding, allowing the Queen to freely ride the black dragon Drogon, and command the white dragon Viserion and the green dragon Rhaegal at will.

The Queen's white dragon Viserion and green dragon Rhaegal did not yet have dragon riders, and now there were three heroes who wanted to become dragon riders, namely Daario, Quentyn, and Victarion.

Victarion had already learned the dragon-riding command at sea, but Daario and Quentyn had only started after entering the Dothraki Sea.

*

The Dothraki Sea was very large, even wider than two continents of Westeros. It took Daenerys Targaryen and her subordinates more than a month to land from the sea, cross the hills and the Red Waste, and enter the southern part of the Dothraki Sea. And it would take at least another month to go from the southern part of the Dothraki Sea to the holy city.

Daenerys finally decided to let Tyrion Lannister lead her navy, with the help of Varys, Barristan the Bold, Grey Worm, Hero, the Tattered Prince, Asha and Theon, and take the waterway to the Free City of Pentos. She herself led three bloodriders, Aggo, Jhogo, and Rakharo, as well as three warriors who were determined to become dragon riders, Daario, Quentyn, and Victarion, and also brought the Red God priest Magiro. All the accompanying soldiers were cavalry, all of them were Daenerys' khalasar. Everyone landed and began the journey to conquer the Dothraki Sea.

*

Under the night, in a green sea of grass, there was a hill like a stone island.

Daenerys and her three dragons lived on it.

They had lived here for a month.

Daenerys rode a dragon and arrived at this stone island in just one day, and then she made it her home, waiting here for her 'dragon riders' and bloodriders, and her khalasar.

The hill looked particularly large from below. Dany had grown accustomed to calling this hill Dragonstone, the same name as the castle where she was born. Although she had no memory of Dragonstone Island, she could not forget this Dragonstone Hill.

Shrubs and thorny bushes covered the lower slopes of Dragonstone Hill; higher up, only a row of jagged, bare rocks pointed steeply towards the sky. There, among the broken boulders, sharp ridges, and needle-like spires, Drogon had built his nest in a shallow cave.

The three dragons and one person lived in that nest!

Daenerys was standing on the top of the mountain, the air was filled with the smell of ashes, all the rocks and trees within sight were burnt black, and burnt bone fragments were scattered on the ground, which was the work of her three children.

Just two days ago, she found a source of water while climbing the rocky spire, shimmering in the afterglow of the setting sun. A stream. Daenerys decided to take a bath in the stream. In the grassland, there were many night lions and wolves, as well as poisonous snakes. But wherever the dragon's breath went, the lions, wolves, and poisonous snakes had already fled, fleeing to the farthest place they could escape to.

And her subordinates would arrive at Dragonstone Hill in one day's ride to meet her.

The Dothraki Sea was too big, and the khals on the grassland lived in scattered places. It would take time and effort to conquer them one by one, and once the news of the three dragons spread across the grassland after conquering a certain khal, it would cause panic among the khals everywhere, which would cause the khals to disperse, and Daenerys would no longer be able to gather them.

The only best way was the annual festival in the holy city. All the khals on the grassland would return to the holy city to celebrate, and in the holy city, it was the most glorious moment when all the khals put down their weapons and hostility and became a loving family. Daenerys had already planned to wipe out all the khals on the grassland in the holy city two months later.

Kill all the khals, and Daenerys would be the greatest khal.

The holy city did not allow knives, swords, and bows and arrows, but it did not prohibit flames.

When everyone was empty-handed, the three three-year-old dragons were absolutely safe, and at the same time absolutely invincible.

When all the khals gathered in the Dosh Khaleen's domed house, only a Dragonflame command was needed.

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