The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Arya Stark stood at the bow of the ship and saw Jon Targaryen from afar.

Jon was still the same Jon as before, but he looked depressed and lacked his former vitality. Daenerys, standing beside him, had bright eyes and dazzling teeth, unparalleled in beauty.

Arya Stark's height was not outstanding among the generals. She subtly stepped back and hid herself in the crowd.

Jon Targaryen stood beside Daenerys Targaryen. He only saw the bald Varys in white robes and a group of strong generals standing at the bow of the ship. He did not see Arya Stark. But Arya could see him.

In the sky, the Mountain rode the dragon Sheepstealer, hovering over Dragonstone alongside Arianne Martell's white dragon.

The white dragon accompanied the dragon Sheepstealer, a golden-red and pure white pairing.

The black dragon Drogon and the bronze dragon Rhaegal circled and flew around Sheepstealer, chirping joyfully and in high spirits.

As Varys and the generals disembarked from the flagship War Hammer and stepped onto the Dragonstone pier, the Mountain's dragon began to descend slowly from the high sky.

On the Dragonstone pier, the eight thousand Unsullied soldiers retreated, shrinking their formation to clear a large open space.

Sheepstealer flew down, like an overwhelming golden-red cloud. Her descent stirred up a gust of wind, blowing Daenerys's silver-gold hair.

The white dragon also landed, and Arianne Martell gracefully dismounted from Vermax's back, spirited and radiant.

The Mountain grabbed the dragon horn and jumped down from Sheepstealer's back, making a loud crash.

Sheepstealer had fought alongside the Mountain for a long time and would never obey the 'bow down' dragon command, and never would.

Drogon and Rhaegal also landed, chirping beside Sheepstealer, as if welcoming the most distinguished guest.

The Mountain patted Sheepstealer's ferocious and enormous head, uttering a dragon command: "Fly!"

Sheepstealer's wings shook, rising, gliding at low altitude, her wings spread, blocking the sunlight, darkening the pier and the harbor.

Above the heads of the people on the pier and the harbor warships, it was as if a roof made of golden-red scales had been built.

Daenerys and her generals were all solemn.

The closer they got, the more they felt the unparalleled pressure brought by the dragon Sheepstealer.

Sheepstealer flew into the high sky, Drogon, Rhaegal, and Vermax also flew up together, chasing and playing with each other, attacking with their claws.

*

On the pier, most of Daenerys's soldiers saw a giant like the Mountain this close for the first time.

Khal Drogo was a hero of the Dothraki and a legendary Khal who had won hundreds of battles on the plains. He was burly and tall, but he could not compare to the giant in front of him.

This guy was simply a giant.

The tallest generals and soldiers looked like immature teenagers in front of him.

Daenerys was petite and exquisite, and she had to look up at the Mountain!

Daenerys said, "Lord Hand, I only see that you have returned my Master of Whisperers, but I do not see General Daario."

"Your Grace, I am here." Daario stepped out of the Mountain's guard and knelt on one knee, paying his respects to the Queen.

"Daario, you are wearing Westerosi chainmail and a Westerosi soldier's helmet?" Daenerys's expression turned cold.

"Your Grace, I am now a small guard beside the Mountain."

"Oh, when did you decide to leave me?"

Varys whispered in Daenerys's ear, "Your Grace, Daario's loyalty is beyond doubt."

Daario said, "Your Grace, in the Red Keep of King's Landing, the Mountain released me from the dungeon. He did not kill me, so I voluntarily became the Mountain's guard. The Mountain has given me the power to leave him at any time. As long as Your Grace speaks, I can return at any time."

Daenerys and Varys exchanged glances, their expressions cold: "Daario, I am no longer your Queen."

"…Your Grace…"

Suddenly, the sound of a bowstring rang out, and an arrow flew, hitting Daario's left shoulder with a thud.

Aggo, the Bloodrider archer, shot Daario with an arrow.

Daario rose in pain, and Aggo's second arrow arrived, too fast, and pierced into Daario's right shoulder with a thud.

These two arrows were so fast that it was as if they were shot at the same time, and Daario's rising action was not even completed.

"Aggo, stop!" Daenerys shouted sharply.

But Aggo's hand was too fast, and two more arrows were nocked on the bowstring, this time to shoot Daario's legs.

Aggo did not want to kill Daario immediately, but to shoot his shoulders and legs first, torture him, and then kill him.

The third arrow, Aggo was going to shoot Daario's left leg.

Whoosh!

An arrow suddenly shot over, carrying a sharp iron whistle sound, straight for Aggo's face.

Aggo raised his bow and deflected it, the arrow on the bowstring fell, and his body leaned back, the arrow brushed past his forehead. With a clang, it shot into the chest armor of Barristan Selmy the Bold. The arrow fell, but it was an arrow with a broken arrowhead.

Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Aggo stood firm. Behind the Mountain, a general drew his bow and aimed at him again.

Aggo's eyes narrowed. The other party's archery was good, and, in his hand, he was holding a dragonbone bow.

Aggo's hand raised, and the arrow also pointed at the other party.

If the other party's arrow was not a whistling arrow, Aggo might not have been able to dodge it.

The other party deliberately used a whistling arrow, the whistle sound alerted Aggo, causing him to dodge in time.

The Mountain shouted, "Your Grace, your man shot my guard."

"I'm fine!" Daario revealed a nonchalant smile. He grabbed the arrow on his right shoulder with his left hand and pulled it out forcefully, the black iron arrowhead was pulled out with blood. He threw the arrow on the ground, his expression relaxed, as if he was made of iron. Then, he pulled out the arrow on his left shoulder.

The armor-piercing arrows used by Aggo easily pierced through Daario's excellent chainmail.

A military scholar came out of the team, and together with Qotho and Rakharo, helped Daario retreat back to the flagship in the harbor.

The Mountain brought the entire navy of the kingdom, which had completely surrounded the Dragonstone harbor, covering the entire outer sea. Only three warships entered the harbor and docked at the pier. The flagship War Hammer was the one in the center.

The Mountain's adopted son, Anguy, the divine archer confronting Aggo, said, "Father, I want this general to duel."

"Your Grace, I challenge the other archer's archery skills to a duel," Aggo said in a deep voice.

Daenerys and the Mountain's eyes met, and Daenerys said, "Aggo, the visitors are guests, I cannot allow you to hurt him." Daenerys looked at the Mountain, "Lord Mountain, I am sorry… my Bloodrider Aggo…"

Daenerys's words stung the Mountain. She said 'I cannot allow you to hurt him', which clearly meant that Anguy was not as good as Aggo, this was damn humiliation!

"Anguy, are you going to play target practice or shoot at each other?" the Mountain shouted.

Target practice would not kill people, it was purely a competition of skills; shooting at each other was either death or injury, very dangerous, unless both sides broke off the arrowheads beforehand. But breaking off the arrowheads would affect their skills for the divine archers. Just now, Anguy broke off the arrowhead because he did not want to hurt people in a sneak attack; but a formal martial arts duel was completely different.

"Shoot at each other, Father," Anguy said. Anguy's voice was calm and steady, but full of fighting spirit. He wanted to kill the other party.

"Your leg?" The Mountain heard Anguy's intention. He was angry, but he did not want to lose his divine archer son. Anguy Clegane was a skilled archer, the best in Westeros, and had made countless contributions. Often an arrow ended a battle. But his right leg was broken, and now he was using a prosthetic limb. This would affect Anguy's dodging, speed of movement, and strength.

"There is nothing wrong with my leg, Father." Anguy's voice was still so determined.

"Good!"

The Mountain looked at Daenerys: "Your Grace, I hope to see a wonderful archery duel."

"Lord Mountain, Aggo is a divine archer of the plains, without rivals. Daario's injury… I am sorry… I will compensate him with a large sum of money…"

Tyrion said, "Your Grace, Lord Hand, Aggo is a divine archer of the plains, Anguy is a divine archer of Westeros, both sides are very remarkable archers, a competition between the two sides, no matter who is injured, will hurt the harmony of our truce."

Tyrion also knew that once the real competition started, neither side would use broken arrowheads. Broken arrowheads could not fully demonstrate the archer's skills. No swordsman would duel with a training sword. That would become a joke ridiculed by all warriors.

Whoosh!

An arrow flew and nailed in front of Tyrion's toes: "Little Devil, the archery duel, it was said in advance, life and death are determined by fate, it will not affect this peace agreement," the divine archer Anguy shouted.

Aggo said, "Lord Hand, I only duel archery with real divine archers, this is an honor." He loosened his hand, the arrow shot out, making a whistling sound, pulling out a long arrow shadow, and with a clang, hit the smallest flagpole on the Mountain's flagship War Hammer docked in the harbor.

The flagship was full of flagpoles.

This arrow was so far away that it was staggering!

The faces of the Mountain and the generals changed.

Anguy's face also turned black.

Aggo shot the flagpole, this was the most serious provocation.

This guy is too arrogant!

The Dothraki on Aggo's side cheered loudly, and the Dorolololo shouts resounded over the harbor.

"Go to the training ground," the Mountain stared at Daenerys and shouted in a deep voice.

"…Lord Mountain…"

"Don't worry, even if Aggo shoots Anguy to death, it will not affect today's peace agreement," the Mountain said lightly. He looked back at Anguy: Kill him!

Anguy returned the look: Don't worry, Father!

*

Training ground.

Anguy rode on a warhorse.

This was a Dothraki warhorse.

Anguy rode the warhorse and began to trot. He needed to be familiar with the warhorse, break the strangeness, and establish a shallow understanding.

Aggo also rode on a warhorse.

This was his best warhorse, which had lived with the owner for many years, and had long had the deepest understanding. Aggo spoke out and twisted his waist, and the warhorse knew whether to advance or retreat, whether to trot or charge. Aggo clamped his legs and tapped his feet, using different strengths, and the warhorse could understand the owner's different intentions.

Aggo rode the warhorse and trotted around the training ground to warm up, so that people and horses entered the competitive state.

But Anguy had just broken the barrier of strangeness with the warhorse.

The Mountain and Daenerys stood on the high platform in the training ground.

The generals on both sides stood beside the Mountain and Daenerys.

Around the training ground, there were soldiers from both sides, of which 99% were Daenerys's soldiers. The Mountain's soldiers only occupied a small viewing opening.

Wuwuwuwu!

The horn player blew the horn.

Arianne's hand held the Mountain's hand under the railing. The Mountain felt Arianne's tension.

The Mountain looked at his generals, and everyone's faces had no easy smiles, their faces were cold, the atmosphere was depressed and heavy.

The situation was indeed very unfavorable to Anguy.

The other party's Dothraki warhorse, an unfamiliar training ground, if you choose to fight on foot, Anguy's right leg is a prosthetic limb, which is more inconvenient to move.

In a duel between the top archers, any negligence is fatal.

The duel was obviously unfavorable to Anguy.

When the horn sounded throughout the training ground, the Mountain realized that his heart was also beating violently. However, no one could see his inner emotions from his expression.

As the Little Devil announced loudly, the duel between Anguy and Aggo officially began.

"What is he doing?" Bloodrider Rakharo said in surprise, "Is he crazy?"

Aggo rode towards the sidelines, while running, he took off his quiver and threw the quiver on the ground.

Aggo had only a bow left in his hand, a priceless dragonbone bow, but he had no arrows, not a single arrow.

The Mountain and his generals were all stunned.

On Daenerys's side, countless Dothraki erupted in cheers.

Aggo raised the dragonbone bow, riding and galloping, enjoying the deafening cheers from everyone.

He doesn't need arrows, an empty bow, to shoot Anguy off his horse!

Bloodrider Rakharo naturally knew why Aggo did this, but it was too dangerous to do so. The Little Devil said that Anguy was the best archer in Westeros. Aggo was playing with him like this, which was tantamount to joking with his own life: Aggo was going to catch the arrow with his bare hands, and then kill Anguy with Anguy's arrow.

For prairie archers, everyone has practiced catching arrows with their bare hands.

And Aggo is the most powerful guy to catch arrows with his bare hands, as famous as his divine arrows.

Anguy did not chase Aggo while riding his horse, he did not move until Aggo dropped his quiver.

Daenerys was also shocked: "Fool, why do this, this is too stupid?" She cursed Aggo in her heart. Aggo was her most powerful archer, since it was a duel, of course, it was to kill the other party and not his own people.

Whoosh!

Anguy shot an arrow!

The entire audience erupted in Dothraki ridicule. Whistles and Dororoloro shouts rang together.

Anguy's arrow was very far away from Aggo.

Even the worst archer would not shoot an arrow that deviates so far.

The accuracy of this arrow was so poor that it was beyond everyone's expectations!

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