The Mountain of Ice and Fire

The Mountain's hand reached into Daenerys's bosom, retrieving the Dragon Horn and placing it inside his own tunic.

Daenerys's exquisitely perfect face did not flush with shame, only with extreme anger.

Anger could also make one blush!

“...You...you...you...” Daenerys was so enraged by the Mountain's rudeness, disrespect, and despicable shamelessness that she couldn't speak. She only felt a fire burning fiercely in her chest, and a thousand crabs pinching and clawing in her stomach.

But she was 'nestled' in the Mountain's arms, unable to move.

One of the Mountain's hands gently encircled her waist, like a steel-forged iron hoop. Daenerys's back was pressed tightly against the Mountain's chest, giving her the sensation of leaning against a wall as solid and thick as steel.

“Your Majesty, I will temporarily keep the Dragon Horn safe for you,” the Mountain said softly, his words full of knightly grace.

Daenerys almost fainted from anger, her whole body trembling, though she didn't realize it.

She opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be firmly blocked by something, preventing her from making a sound. The air also seemed to solidify into an invisible iron plate, suffocating her mouth and nose, making it impossible to breathe.

The Mountain was indeed the greatest villain in the Seven Kingdoms, he was just—too despicable! Beyond description!

The teenage Daenerys was still too naive!

Breaking his word, betraying trust, insidious and cunning... Daenerys could hardly find the words to curse the Mountain. Nor did she want to believe that she had been deceived by the Mountain!

Had the Mountain just captured her like this?!

In her heart, Daenerys regretted her credulity to the extreme, the stinging pain of regret like an invisible knife, stabbing her through and through.

She hated the Mountain, and she also hated herself for trusting him so easily!

Unable to speak or breathe, Daenerys forcibly turned her head, wanting to see clearly the face of this greatest villain in the Seven Kingdoms, a face that deserved to be pierced by a thousand swords and ten thousand arrows. She saw the Mountain's mouth open, his breath spraying all over her face and neck, and burrowing under her collar, causing her to feel extreme nausea, which made her body tremble even more.

Then, she saw the Mountain's mouth opening and closing, and she understood that the Mountain was speaking, but was horrified to realize that she couldn't hear a single word. The Mountain's gaze passed over her head, looking down. That stinking mouth, which should be hacked a thousand times, was constantly opening and closing. What on earth was he saying to the soldiers below? Daenerys's thoughts became sluggish and confused. She found her head in a mess. Why couldn't she hear even a single word from the Mountain… She was shocked and horrified!

Daenerys, because she was angry to the extreme, was in a daze, and her ears were also deafened...

But this time was not long, only she herself felt as if a hundred years had passed—Daenerys's reason returned in a very short time, the trance disappeared, and all functions of hearing and smell were restored. She heard the Mountain loudly speaking to the soldiers below, but this was no longer important. The most important thing was that Daenerys shouted the fatal dragon words. She was a true dragon, she was a queen, and she wanted to fight back.

There would only be a Daenerys who died in battle, never a Daenerys who was humiliated and disrespected. She would never yield, be humiliated, or be threatened. The Mountain would not succeed.

I am of true dragon blood! The Unburnt! Mother of Dragons!

“Drogon, dragonfire!” Daenerys’s voice was sharp and high-pitched.

This dragon word, full of anger and fighting spirit, made Drogon's fighting spirit burn like dragonfire. The influence of the dragon rider on the dragon was enormous. The master's forced command outweighed Drogon's obedience to the Sheepstealer. The black dragon Drogon, flying alongside, turned his head and aimed his dragon mouth at the Mountain, a red-hot fireball rapidly forming in Drogon's throat…

This was exactly what the Mountain had been worried about and feared. Daenerys was the Unburnt, but he was not.

“Sheepstealer, attack!” the Mountain roared suddenly.

But the Mountain's shout was a step too late!

Bang!

A fireball, like a giant's fist, spewed out of the Sheepstealer's giant mouth, hitting the black dragon Drogon's head squarely, knocking the black dragon's head to the side. The fireball that had rapidly formed in the black dragon's throat failed to spew out.

The Sheepstealer, without waiting for the Mountain to issue an order, preemptively spewed out dragonfire, hitting Drogon.

The old dragon was indeed the wiser!

The dragon words issued by Daenerys, Drogon heard, and of course the Sheepstealer also heard.

The Sheepstealer grew up in the age of dragons. She was a veteran who had participated in countless large-scale dragon battles. Moreover, born a wild dragon, her combat experience had been extremely rich since she was young. Her glorious past made the dragon knights of the entire continent look at her with respect. In those years, of the six wild dragons on Dragonstone, the number of dragon-taming warriors killed by the other five wild dragons combined was not as many as the number killed by the Sheepstealer alone.

In the era of the Dance of the Dragons, the main force on the battlefield was absolutely the dragon knights and dragons. At that time, the battles were always giant dragons fighting each other in the sky, and the victory or defeat of a dragon often determined the victory or defeat of a battle.

And the Sheepstealer was often the best in dragon battles.

Drogon, only four years old, was still fighting against a dragon of the same race for the first time, and was reluctantly fighting against his leader dragon. Without any experience, he was caught off guard by the Sheepstealer. Drogon fell towards the sky, as if a boxer had taken an uppercut on the chin.

Drogon could not withstand the impact of the fireball spewed out by the Sheepstealer. Falling downwards was the defensive instinct to dissipate the impact force of the fireball.

“Pursue, Sheepstealer,” the Mountain issued a second order.

His order was again a step too late.

Without the Mountain issuing an order, the Sheepstealer had already pursued. The authority of the leader dragon was inviolable, and those who dared to violate it would generally only have a dead end.

Whoosh!

A golden-red shadow streaked across the sky, like a giant whip, lashing out at Drogon's black body in mid-air.

Smack!

With a crisp loud noise, Drogon let out a miserable dragon roar, this time falling suddenly out of control.

The Sheepstealer's tail, as if hitting a bullet, directly sent Drogon towards the sea below.

Drogon fell rapidly, boom, he fell into the sea, stirring up a large wave of white spray.

The soldiers of the entire sea area watched in stunned silence!

Everyone, all witnessed the dragon battle for the first time—a dragon battle with too much disparity in strength. It was like the Mountain, who was nearly three meters tall, bullying a dwarf who was less than one meter two tall.

This was simply not a battle on the same level.

When the Mountain confronted Daenerys earlier, he adopted a defensive counterattack tactic to ensure his victory. Because no matter how powerful Drogon was, as long as Drogon launched an attack, the Mountain, who was fully focused on defense, would have enough time and space to dodge the first strike, and Drogon's opportunity would only be that one strike.

Coo!

A dragon roar that shattered people's eardrums resounded through time and space!

That was the giant dragon Sheepstealer declaring her absolute authority and absolute leadership position.

“Your Majesty, your little dragon has been knocked into the sea by the Sheepstealer, but don't worry, I won't let the Sheepstealer kill Drogon,” the Mountain said with a soft smile.

Daenerys, who could not move in the Mountain's arms, had a beautiful face that turned from red to pale, her purple eyes filled with hostility and anger.

With a loud splash, the black dragon Drogon darted out of the sea, bringing up a white wave.

He let out a dragon roar.

The Sheepstealer also roared at Drogon.

Only they themselves knew what the roars of the two dragons were saying.

But obviously, Drogon did not dare to approach the Sheepstealer.

The Mountain feared Drogon's dragonfire, but because of the distance, even if Drogon spewed out dragonfire, it would not be able to touch the Mountain himself.

The Sheepstealer's combat experience was so old that she did not need the master to issue an order. Once danger came, she would take the initiative to attack first, possessing complete initiative. This greatly exceeded the Mountain's expectations and gave the Mountain absolute surprise. Drogon wanted to launch a surprise attack? Haha, impossible!

The Mountain's two dragon word commands were a step behind the Sheepstealer's attack actions.

The transmission of the order lagged behind the Sheepstealer's attack.

The two hundred and fifty-one-year-old young and strong dragon took action effortlessly and easily taught a lesson to a small dragon who was only four years old.

The results of the battle reduced the Mountain's worries about Drogon's dragonfire to zero.

In the face of the Sheepstealer's such powerful combat power, the Mountain's defensive counterattack tactics actually seemed very ridiculous.

In fact, all that was needed was to crush all the way.

This also shows that the Mountain, who was not a true dragon knight, did not yet have a deep understanding of the Sheepstealer's powerful combat power.

The Mountain was also experiencing a real dragon battle for the first time.

After all, before this, no one in this era could have personally experienced the battle between dragons.

Neither the Mountain nor Daenerys could have imagined how vulnerable the black dragon Drogon was in front of the Sheepstealer.

“Your Majesty, are you ready to submit? If you don't submit, I will let the Sheepstealer beat Drogon until he does,” the Mountain said with a smile, his tone relaxed, his attitude leisurely—deliberately, with a little stimulation—triumphantly.

The hot air of his speech sprayed on Daenerys's head and neck, and this scent full of wild masculine aura made Daenerys feel an indescribable strangeness. She found that her body was softening, similar to the dizzy edge feeling of being about to get drunk. The Mountain's scent was unique, a man's scent that Daenerys had never smelled before.

Their posture was also very intimate and ambiguous! Standing on the warship on the sea looking up at the sky: Daenerys snuggled tightly in the Mountain's arms, her silver-golden hair draped over her shoulders, her beautiful face like a flower, as if a shy girl was snuggling in the arms of her protector.

Under the Mountain's absolute power, Daenerys could not struggle at all, unable to move.

“...I...will never...never...never...submit... Your methods...are too despicable...shameless...” Daenerys's indignation could not be suppressed.

“Your Majesty, it's not my fault.”

Daenerys could hardly believe it: “...It's...my...fault... You are faithless and treacherous...but it's...my fault...”

“Of course it's your fault. I am the greatest villain in the Seven Kingdoms, brutal, terrifying, cunning, and bloody, and simply untrustworthy, but you actually believed me. It's completely your fault, there is no doubt about this, my Queen.”

Daenerys's pale face turned red with anger, and she felt the blood rushing to her head, suffocating her. In her stomach, those thousand crabs were pinching and clawing frantically again! Daenerys repeatedly tested on the verge of fainting!

The Mountain's loud, bell-like voice rang out: “Asha, blow the horn and have all your scattered Iron Islands fleet return, otherwise, I will burn your entire fleet to ashes.” Asha stood at the bow of the Sea Serpent flagship, holding a short-handled axe and a long sword, both of which were stained with blood. She looked up at the sky, staring at the Mountain, her eyes like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

“Princess Arianne Martell, go and burn all of Asha's fleet, leaving not a single ship behind,” the Mountain shouted.

“Yes, Lord Hand.”

Woooo woooo woooo!

Asha blew the horn unique to the Iron Islands.

Woooo woooo woooo!

A responding horn came from a warship in the distance.

More horns sounded on the sea, like a relay race.

In a short while, all the warships under Asha's command received the order to return.

The scattered fleet turned around and returned one by one.

“Asha, you are a Westerosi, so I appoint you as the deputy commander of the Royal Navy Fleet. Your superior is the commander-in-chief of the Royal Navy Fleet, Wagner Gahr. All the soldiers under your command will receive the kingdom's military pay every month, and will no longer have to rely on piracy to plunder for a living. It is not glorious to be a pirate. If you do not accept, I will kill you and all your people.”

Asha was silent!

She understood that no one should take the Mountain's words as a threat. If the Mountain said he would kill her and all her soldiers, he would definitely do it. If she did not submit, there would only be a dead end.

Asha was a warrior who loved life!

“Asha, are you a knight?”

Knighthood could not be inherited, it could only be bestowed by a knight. This was an honor, and many great nobles could not become a knight in their entire lives. Even fewer women became knights. But this sacred title of knight was completely worthless to the Mountain. As long as there was a need, he could wholesale it.

As he spoke, the Mountain Giant Dragon slowly lowered its altitude, hovering in the low air, its ferocious dragon head not far from Asha's bow. The Sheepstealer only needed a small fireball to ignite Asha's Sea Serpent into a torch.

“I am not a knight,” Asha said proudly.

“You are now.”

“I am not a knight,” Asha insisted.

Becoming a knight was a very solemn and sacred thing, and Asha could not tolerate rashness.

“I say you are, so you are! Kneel down!” the Mountain shouted.

“Mountain, knights are not bestowed at sea, your sword cannot get close to my shoulders.”

“Is that so?”

The Sheepstealer flew over the Sea Serpent, and the Mountain jumped down from the dragon's back with Daenerys in his arms. The deck of the Sea Serpent let out a painful creaking sound, as if the deck would break in the next moment. With a loud clang, the Mountain's Ice Giant Sword was unsheathed: “Kneel down!”

The mighty roar made the hearts of the soldiers on the Sea Serpent jump.

Asha stared at the Mountain and slowly knelt on one knee.

Daenerys's face, which had been red with anger, turned pale again.

She still could not struggle, as if her body and the Mountain were growing together.

The Mountain's arm around her was too thick, like a meat shield箍住her.

The Queen's generals could see that Daenerys was being threatened by the Mountain. There was light in their eyes and fire in their hearts, but they could only maintain a suffocating silence. Their King was in the Mountain's hands. As for why it suddenly became this situation, they still could not understand.

The Mountain's greatsword tapped Alysanne on the head, then her left and right shoulders, while reciting a long string of knightly vows that held no real force. Alysanne had no choice but to repeat them, then swore her oath and, with the Mountain's permission, stood up.

Alysanne was now a knight! Granted the honor by the Mountain himself!

The Mountain stood on the deck of the Sea Monster: "Jorah Mormont, Barristan Selmy, Daario, Rakharo, the Tattered Prince, Jon Targaryen, Missandei, Grey Worm, Hero, Orell, Jiqi, Irri, Doreah, Rakharo, Yalyn, Hobbart, Leonard... listen to me, all of you, kneel and surrender!"

Daenerys, Alysanne, the Tattered Prince, Jiqi, Doreah, Yalyn, Jorah, Barristan, and the others were all shocked because the Mountain had called out the names of most of their generals. Even Daenerys' handmaidens, the Mountain knew their names.

This was impossible!

Even Daenerys herself wasn't this familiar with the names of the generals under her command!

She was only familiar with the generals at her side and the names of the great khals in the Dothraki army!

Daenerys turned her head in shock, glaring at the Mountain. Just how many unbelievable secrets did this despicable behemoth still have hidden?

The Mountain looked around: "...I want all of you to kneel and surrender. Your queen, Daenerys Targaryen, is now my prisoner. Before the battle, I gave your queen a choice, and she made her decision, but clearly, she chose poorly. Now, I'm giving you one last chance, and it's the only one you'll get: surrender, or die!"

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