The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Varys and Daario surrendered without a fight!

Ever since the sound of the dragon's roar, Varys had been feeling uneasy.

When the Mountain's voice rang out, he knew this siege was doomed to fail.

If Daenerys' dragon had returned, victory would have belonged to them.

But it was the Mountain's dragon that came.

There wasn't much suspense in this war; whoever's dragon arrived would win!

Dragons weren't just about combat power and fire; more importantly, they gave the soldiers an unshakeable morale boost.

The appearance of the Mountain and the dragon gave the soldiers and citizens of King's Landing unwavering faith in victory.

And the fact that Daenerys' dragon hadn't reappeared gave Varys a very ominous premonition.

Varys reacted quickly; as soon as the Mountain's voice echoed in the night sky, he immediately found an excuse to escape. But unfortunately, the generals he was in contact with also acted decisively, betraying Varys as quickly as possible.

Both Varys, who fled, and the generals who reversed their stance were talented at reading the wind!

Bernie had his soldiers tie up Varys and Daario securely, then the group made their way out of the secret passage at a leisurely pace. Bernie spoke to Varys in a friendly manner, as if Varys were a distinguished guest.

Bernie, who called Daario a dog, knew Daario's identity: Daario's arakh and curved blade gave him away. Among Daenerys's retinue, there was only one fierce general who wielded a sword in his left hand and a blade in his right: Daario Naharis. He was Daenerys's lover and deeply favored. He was also one of Daenerys's most valiant generals, and his loyalty was beyond question.

Varys and Daario, one a strategist, the other a warrior, two big fish under Daenerys's banner!

Bernie was very pleased with his two captives!

This was a great achievement!

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The citizens of Duskendale were awakened from their sleep by the sound of hooves. By the time they got up and lit candles and torches, Duskendale had already fallen. There weren't many soldiers defending the city to begin with, as the main force had responded to Queen Cersei's call to defend King's Landing. Only fifty soldiers and two knights remained in Duskendale.

The fifty soldiers and two knights were slaughtered by the Dothraki, who hadn't yet regained their physical coordination. The Dothraki, who never traveled by sea, had crossed the Narrow Sea by ship, which greatly weakened their stamina. They needed time to recover. Fortunately, the Dothraki had rested on Dragonstone for some time.

The Dothraki's iron hooves flew, and people poured into Duskendale like a tide. Raised curved blades gleamed, and after rushing into Duskendale, they began a massacre, the blades only chopping off the heads of men, while the women were herded together with whips as their spoils.

The cavalry on the periphery were responsible for setting fires, to burn Duskendale to ruins.

Jorah Mormont could only watch all of this in silence.

If it were just a small group of cavalry, or the Queen's personal guards, Jorah Mormont could still stop the bloody slaughter; but with tens of thousands of Dothraki cavalry together, every Ko was a bloodthirsty Khal, and apart from Queen Daenerys, these curved-blade grassland warriors wouldn't listen to Jorah's commands at all.

The Dothraki were extremely proud!

Duskendale quickly fell!

The air was filled with the smell of smoke and blood.

Children who had lost their parents were crying, old people who had lost their homes were wailing, women who had lost their husbands were pleading, and women who were being raped on the spot were whimpering—a scene of human tragedy was unfolding in Duskendale, a living hell.

Bloodriders Aggo and Rakharo stood on horseback outside the gate, watching the Dothraki shout 'Doro!' as they killed people, looted money, set fires, and fought over women. They were expressionless, accustomed to such sights.

Jorah Mormont began shouting Aggo and Rakharo's names outside the town. The Queen's Captain of the Guard was demanding that the Queen's Bloodriders stop this atrocity and quickly lead the cavalry to attack King's Landing, to echo the navy.

But Aggo and Rakharo had been accustomed to this kind of looting since they were children, and they didn't stop the Dothraki from doing evil. Those Kos leading the troops were just doing what they were supposed to do.

Kiai!

A dragon's roar that shook the heavens and earth was heard.

The Dothraki let out victorious shouts to echo the dragon's roar—they thought it was Daenerys' dragon coming—many soldiers looked up at the sky, expecting to see the Queen riding her dragon.

They raised their curved blades and shouted 'Doro!' into the night sky!

A huge black shadow descended, and they sensed something was wrong—the Queen's dragon wasn't this huge!

There was indeed a woman on the dragon's back, but it wasn't their Queen, but Princess Arianne Martell of Dorne. In addition, there was a man as burly as a giant—the Mountain!

"Dragonfire!" The Mountain commanded.

A light appeared at Sheepstealer's long neck, and a golden-red fireball was brewing in the dragon's throat. The dragon's mouth opened, revealing a mouth full of fangs and barbs, and a fireball as bright as the sun, with a tail of flame, was launched, hitting the gathering place of the Dothraki cavalry.

Boom!

The dragonfire overturned more than a dozen cavalrymen, the fireball impacted on the ground and exploded, enveloping a team of soldiers in dragonfire. Human-shaped candles were lit, warhorses were startled, reared up, and knocked more soldiers to the ground.

"Attack!" The Mountain shouted.

The dragon landed on the ground, and the tens of thousands of cavalry's warhorses neighed in fright, desperately scattering and fleeing. The dragon's tail, like a giant whip, slashed through space, sending dozens of cavalrymen flying, men and horses together.

"Dragonfire!"

The Mountain's command didn't stop!

A pillar of fire spewed from the dragon's mouth, sweeping across in a fan shape, engulfing the Dothraki cavalry in a roaring fire.

Countless warhorses neighed and fled, countless soldiers screamed in agony, and fireballs spewed into the cavalry ranks, constantly exploding into huge piles of flames. And the dragon's fire pillar waved, wantonly reaping lives in the cavalry ranks.

The entire Dothraki cavalry formation was in chaos.

Whether Ko or soldier, all desperately fled.

The dragon landed in the core of the formation, like a giant beast falling into an ant nest. The giant beast's flames, dragon tail, dragon claws, and wings were all deadly weapons. With any movement, it easily reaped dozens of lives.

Sheepstealer went on a wanton massacre!

Duskendale was burning fiercely, and the citizens were looking for places to hide. The women who had been gathered in the square also fled, no longer cared for by the invaders.

Outside Duskendale, Jorah Mormont sat on his horse, dumbfounded!

He also thought it was Daenerys' dragon coming, but by the time he reacted, the cavalry in Duskendale was already trapped in a sea of fire.

The dragonfire ignited the entire town, burning wantonly.

This dragon was too huge, with a body like a small mountain.

Jorah Mormont saw such a huge dragon for the first time. In comparison, the Queen's three dragons were just three small children who hadn't yet come of age.

At the gate of Duskendale, Aggo and Rakharo, standing on horseback, were equally astonished—suddenly, a dragon appeared in the sky, and in their horrified gazes, the dragon launched a fierce attack on the cavalry in the town. The dragon not only spewed fireballs and fire pillars, but also landed in the cavalry ranks and wantonly slaughtered warhorses and soldiers. Several horses were picked up by the dragon's big mouth and thrown into the sky, as if a giant was throwing away a small toy. Warhorses flew over Aggo and Rakharo's heads one after another, and warm horse blood rained down on them.

No one had the courage to fight this dragon, and even if the soldiers had the courage, the warhorses under their crotches refused, only desperately fleeing.

Aggo and Rakharo's warhorses were also startled and reared up, but Aggo and Rakharo had superb horsemanship and controlled the warhorses well. By the time they recovered from their extreme shock, most of the cavalry in the town had been slaughtered by the dragon.

At first glance, there was red flame everywhere and heart-stirring screams! Cavalrymen constantly rushed out of the flames, passed by the two Bloodriders, and rushed into the darkness outside the town with scattered flames.

Aggo took down the dragonbone bow, Rakharo drew his curved blade, and the two issued a retreat order.

Boom!

A fireball fell from the sky and landed at the gate of Duskendale, exploding and flames rising several feet high, cutting off the cavalry's escape route from the town.

In the sky, a huge black shadow flapped its wings, stirring up gusts of wind, circling at low altitude, and constantly spewing fireballs, landing in the Dothraki's ranks...

Aggo drew his bow and aimed an arrow at the dragon!

The arrow was too small, and the dragon was too big.

Puff!

With a soft sound, the black iron arrowhead shattered the dragon's scales, and the arrow shot into the dragon's body.

The Mountain clearly felt the dragon's body tremble extremely slightly!

"Circle, rise!" The Mountain issued the dragon-riding command.

Sheepstealer circled and rose higher. Swish, swish, swish, several arrows flew past him.

Aggo drew his bow and fired arrows in quick succession, thinking that every arrow would hit, but he never expected the dragon's huge body to be as fast as the wind, and it obviously knew how to dodge in an arc.

Aggo was extremely surprised, reached into the quiver, and grabbed two arrows with three fingers. The two arrows were simultaneously placed on the bowstring, aiming at the dragon's flight path. With the experience of the dragon's last turn, Aggo understood, and the two arrows whistled out, hitting the dragon's abdomen, as if the dragon had offered itself up.

Aggo's three fingers probed the quiver again, and two more arrows were placed on the bowstring.

"There's an amazing archer down there!" Arianne shrieked.

In fact, small arrow wounds were nothing to the huge Sheepstealer. Compared to the Night King's long ice spear, the small wounds caused by arrows were insignificant, but they would still make Sheepstealer feel uncomfortable.

The Mountain felt sorry for Sheepstealer and didn't want him to have even the slightest injury.

Sheepstealer was a dragon about to become a mother, the Mountain's precious darling.

"Rise, circle!" The Mountain calmed down and ordered.

Although a dive could burn the archer below to ashes, it would risk being shot in Sheepstealer's vitals by the archer, such as the dragon's eye, or Arianne.

Arianne was in front of the Mountain, like the Mountain's human shield.

Sheepstealer was the Mountain's dragon mother, and Arianne was the Mountain's Dornish mother. Neither mother could be lost.

The Mountain loved his mothers!

The Mountain decided to retreat a little first.

The other side had an amazing archer who could shoot arrows into the high sky, with rare and amazing arm strength. The Mountain also had an amazing archer—Anguy Clegane! Moreover, Arya, in order to thank the Mountain for the Valyrian steel longsword 'Lady Forlorn', specially asked the Seven Kingdoms bow and arrow master, who was as famous as Master Tobho Mott, to make a dragonbone bow as a gift to Anguy Clegane.

Sheepstealer flapped its wings, a strong wind rose, and rose again, flying in an arc. Swish, swish, the two arrows shot up by Aggo fell to the ground after their strength was exhausted.

Sheepstealer was hit by three arrows, and the hard scales offset most of the piercing force.

Aggo looked up at the night sky, his ears filled with the sound of crackling flames and the gradually weakening and decreasing wails. The dragon turned into a small black dot in the blink of an eye and soon disappeared.

"He's gone!" Rakharo was overjoyed, waving his curved blade and letting out oh-oh-oh cheers.

The Dothraki cavalry outside Duskendale couldn't believe it. Aggo shot back the dragon with several arrows?!

How was this possible?!

But it was true. The enemy's dragon flew away, flying into the night sky.

Aggo's divine arrows lived up to their name!

The Dothraki cavalry were slightly relieved, and they let out victorious cheers!

"Aggo, you don't understand the person who rides the dragon. It's the Mountain!" Jorah Mormont's voice sounded sternly. "You shot his dragon, and he definitely won't let it go."

"He already knows the power of my divine arrows. The dragon doesn't dare to enter my range at all," Aggo said proudly. He raised the priceless dragonbone bow and accepted the Dothraki's cheers.

"Aggo, you don't understand what kind of person the Mountain is. He will come back for you," Jorah Mormont said sharply. "Our mission is to attack King's Landing, not to burn, kill, and loot along the way."

"The Mountain's dragon is afraid of arrows." Aggo didn't care about Jorah's warning. He let out a sharp whistle, and soon, a team of cavalry galloped over, everyone holding bows and arrows in their hands. This was Aggo's elite cavalry, and everyone was a divine archer. It's just that their bows weren't dragonbone bows. To hit a dragon in the sky, first, you needed an ultra-long range, and second, you needed armor-piercing arrows.

"Five hundred archers, defend the sky with me," Aggo shouted. "The rest of the soldiers, follow Jorah Mormont and Khal Rakharo to attack King's Landing."

Soon, the cavalry outside Duskendale abandoned the thousands of cavalrymen in the town. After a brief period of chaos, more than 20,000 cavalrymen reorganized their ranks. Jorah Mormont led the way, and they rode onto the official road, heading towards King's Landing.

The vanguard had just started, and the center and rear armies were still crowded in place. Suddenly, bang, bang, bang, a series of fireballs exploded behind them, like they were full of tension. The fireballs hit one large merchant ship after another. These merchant ships were the ships that transported this batch of Dothraki cavalry to land—

I don't know when, the dragon had already returned. This time there was no dragon roar, no warning. The dragon was silent, flying around to the sea like a black ghost, and launched dragonfire attacks on hundreds of large ships on the sea.

In just the blink of an eye, the dragon flew around, and hundreds of merchant ships started burning fiercely from the surrounding area, soon burning into a dazzling sea of fire—

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