The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Arya glanced at Melisandre. Melisandre, like her, was a guard of the Mountain. Arya wouldn't tell the Mountain some things so as not to worry him, but she needed Melisandre's help and cooperation. Arya needed a suitable time and place to tell Melisandre that the Faceless Men had arrived.

The person the Faceless Men wanted to assassinate was the King they were both protecting: the Mountain!

The Faceless Men were an assassin organization, and Arya was just one person. Obviously, she needed help. Although Arya had knelt before the statue of the Many-Faced God and made vows while lighting candles, she had always believed in the faith of the Northmen—the Old Gods. Although the first tenet in the Faceless Men's training was to forget one's true self: name and identity—Arya was and always would be a Stark, never an anonymous nobody.

When she was training on the Isle of Gods, only praying in the godswood could bring true peace to Arya's heart.

The House of Black and White was located on the Isle of Gods, and the so-called Isle of Gods was a place where you could find temples to almost every god in the world. It was the most concentrated place of temples for all the world's gods, including the Drowned God of the Iron Islands, the Blood God of the Claw, and the Old Gods worshipped by the Northmen of Westeros.

The Old Gods faith had no temples; the Northmen prayed in the godswood.

The most authentic sacred tree in the godswood was the weirwood, also known as the heart tree, with leaves as blood-red as human palms. But because of the wars, heart trees were almost extinct everywhere except in the North. Where heart trees were extinct, people who believed in the Old Gods used oak trees as sacred trees for prayer; but in the godswood on the Isle of Gods, there was a very rare weirwood: a heart tree.

There were many famous temples on the Isle of Gods, but in the outside world, because the fame of the Faceless Men assassins was too great, most people in the outside world only knew that there was a House of Black and White on the Isle of Gods in Braavos, and did not know that there were also Moon Goddess Temples, Septs of the Seven, Red Temples, Cold God Temples, Drowned God Temples, Blood God Temples, Houses of the Undying, godswoods…

Arya, who had learned a whole body of skills in the House of Black and White, had completely returned to the identity and self of Arya Stark from the moment she left the House of Black and White…

There are exceptions to everything! Even the gods have their moments of inattention!

Arya was one such exception.

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The Mountain led his army across the Trident River. Because he was concerned about the little dragon, he let out a roar, and the Red Smoke Beast ran. The generals whipped their horses and followed closely. For a time, the sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, rumbling towards the Vale.

Three hundred miles behind the Mountain, four extraordinary people were riding horses on the Kingsroad. They came out of King's Landing and traveled overnight, resting slightly at dawn before continuing their journey. These four were Daenerys Targaryen, Missandei, Mirri Maz Duur, and Jorah Mormont, following the Kingsroad to catch up with the Mountain.

As expected, Daenerys Targaryen did not take the opportunity to find a ferry to leave Westeros, as Jeyne Westerling had predicted. Her dragons were not by her side, and she really couldn't leave Westeros. Daenerys hoped to catch up with the Mountain at the Trident River, because she really didn't understand the path to the Mountains of the Moon, and couldn't find where the dragon's lair was, but she was too superficial in her understanding of the speed of the Red Smoke Beast and the bravery of the purebred warhorses of the Claw. If the Mountain let go of his speed, regardless of the followers of his personal guards, at this time, he would have already entered the deepest part of the Mountains of the Moon alone.

By the time Daenerys and her party of four arrived at the Crossroads Inn at nightfall, the Mountain and his party had already entered the depths of the Mountains of the Moon. As soon as thousands of horses entered the territory of the mountain clan tribes of the Mountains of the Moon, they encountered the tribesmen…

Early the next morning, in the cold, knife-like mountain wind, the fiery red Red Smoke Beast appeared at the foot of Cloud Mountain. On the back of the Red Smoke Beast was a giant as burly as a mountain, wearing armor, a greatsword, a flat-topped helmet, and a fierce expression. It was the new King of Westeros, Gregor Clegane.

Alone, he rode the Red Smoke Beast straight up the hillside, like a fast-flying red cloud. The Red Smoke Beast's hooves flew, stirring up a shallow wake of soil and weeds behind its long tail.

The morning of Cloud Mountain was empty and silent. The sound of the Red Smoke Beast's hooves shattered the silence of this mountain forest, startling the small birds and beasts in the bushes and trees. Several miles away on the left side of the mountain road, the early-rising shepherds and the people of the Burned Men heard the echo of the hooves—in the valley, the sound of hooves would travel far in the silence of the morning—the shepherds and the people who stayed behind all climbed to high places, seeing the Red Smoke Beast flying up the mountain and the giant on the back of the magical creature: the Mountain!

Cheers rang out on the mountainside of Cloud Mountain, on the edge of the pasture, and near the houses of the Burned Men who stayed behind. Many young people ran towards the dragon's lair to greet their tribal elder: the Red Hand Mountain!

The Mountain is here!

Only the Mountain had a Red Smoke Beast that could climb mountains and run through water as fast as flying. It was a remarkable unicorn with blood-red eyes, and its fur and skin were as fiery as flames, and all the sweat it shed was the bright red of blood. The people of the Burned Men regarded the Red Smoke Beast as a divine beast.

In the dragon's lair on the mountainside, there was also an unusual sound. The roar of a dragon came from inside the cave, as if responding to the Mountain's arrival. Soon, a black and ferocious dragon head poked out of the dragon's lair. It was the young dragon Drogon.

Drogon, with his bad temper and personality, was always the first to appear, and he also liked to compete for the first place.

Climbing the mountain was very difficult. The mountain road of Cloud Mountain was very slippery in the morning. The grass was covered with white frost, but the Red Smoke Beast had been trained in the harsh cold of the North, and this weather had little effect on it. In the deep autumn Mountains of the Moon, the temperature was very low. There would be frost at night, there would be thin ice on some roads, and the mountain wind in the morning was like a knife, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling. If you ran fast, it would make it difficult to breathe.

But the Red Smoke Beast was carrying a person of the Mountain's size and was running fast up the mountain.

Drogon came out of the dragon cave, then Rhaegal, and finally the giant dragon Sheepstealer. Once she came out, she was a moving mountain peak. Drogon and Rhaegal, whose size had far exceeded that of elephants, immediately became children.

"Sheepstealer!" the Mountain shouted. His voice was like muffled thunder, rumbling in the valley. He spoke in Valyrian.

Sheepstealer had also seen the Mountain flying up the mountain. She let out a clear dragon roar, like the sound of jade colliding, the sound was crisp and melodious, and the etherealness of the mountains was highlighted at once.

The next second, Sheepstealer's wings shook, and the dragon soared into the sky. When her wings spread out, the entire hillside was dark. The ubiquitous sky light was blocked by Sheepstealer's wings.

In a very short time, perhaps a heartbeat, the Mountain felt a hot wind blowing on his face. Sheepstealer glided down, and her huge body was right above his head, looking like she was about to cover him, but in fact, the height between the dragon and the man was very high, but Sheepstealer's size was too huge, giving people the illusion that she was within reach.

Jiu!

Sheepstealer's dragon roar was very light, but its penetrating power was extremely strong. The clear metallic sound hit the Mountain's heart directly. The man was under the dragon's body, and the dragon was above the man's head. Between the flapping of wings, Sheepstealer turned, and the speed of the Red Smoke Beast was obviously reduced. The dragon's might seriously affected the speed of the magical creature, the Red Smoke Beast. If it weren't for the fact that she and Sheepstealer were the same 'master' and had already adapted to each other, at such a distance, the Red Smoke Beast would have run away in fear.

Sheepstealer, who had become a mother, had an even more intense golden-red light on her scales, and the golden-red dazzling color in her eyes was even brighter. Her invincible temperament was even more powerful.

The Mountain did not see the three little dragons that he had fantasized about countless times. He looked out over the hillside, and outside the dragon's lair, in Sheepstealer's territory, the Mountain only saw Drogon and Rhaegal.

"Sheepstealer, where are the children?" the Mountain shouted.

Suddenly, the eyes lit up, and a hot wind blew on his face. Sheepstealer turned and flew back to the hillside, and the sky light poured down.

Sheepstealer folded her wings, and the sound of the wind rustled through the nearby trees and grass. She landed, and the ground on the hillside trembled slightly.

The dragon's body was really too huge.

In the time of the next heartbeat, the Red Smoke Beast came to the edge of the dragon's territory. At the edge of the black area, the Red Smoke Beast stopped. The Mountain jumped off the Red Smoke Beast and patted the Red Smoke Beast's head. The Red Smoke Beast seemed to be relieved like a human and ran towards the pasture.

The three dragons stared at him in the dragon's territory, as if he was a delicious meal. Although he knew that the dragon would not be rude to him because the master was here, the Red Smoke Beast still felt that it was the safest way to stay away from these proud guys.

The Red Smoke Beast went towards the pasture, he knew the way around here, just like returning to his own home. He knew where there was water, where there was the most delicious fodder, and he also knew where to find his stable and the people of the Burned Men.

The Mountain walked into the dragon's territory. Sheepstealer's ferocious giant head lowered, spewing out scalding dragon breath, blowing the Mountain's cloak. She was greeting the Mountain in her own way. This was a way of communication and intimacy between humans and dragons.

The Mountain's giant palm was like a young girl's small hand in front of the giant dragon's head. The small hand patted the giant dragon's head, stroking the giant dragon's golden-red, warm, and smooth scales: "Old fellow, crouch down, congratulations on becoming a mother, but, where are your children? I haven't seen any of them."

The giant dragon's head nudged forward slightly, knocking the burly and infinitely powerful Mountain to the ground, just like an adult gently pushing a small child to the ground. The Mountain turned over, and Sheepstealer's dragon breath was like a scalding fist of air, hitting him in the face with a bang.

The Mountain staggered, instinctively sidestepping to avoid it, but Sheepstealer's dragon claws stretched out again, touching his 'calf', and the Mountain fell again. His body was huge and heavy, and he crashed to the ground with a loud bang.

The dragon eyes of Drogon and Rhaegal were dazzling, tilting their heads, stretching their long necks, opening their dragon mouths slightly, and making dragon roars, as if mocking the Mountain's vulnerability. Sheepstealer also made a dragon roar, she raised her head, her long neck seemed to stretch into the sky, and made a high-pitched and happy cry. The dragon roar echoed through the mountains, and the echo vibrated between heaven and earth.

The giant dragon, who had become a mother, had even greater majesty, but also had a more gentle and approachable side. She was playing with the Mountain in her own unique way, to express her inner joy.

Footsteps were heard in the distance, and the people of the Burned Men came one after another.

The Mountain half-squatted up, his eyes aimed at Sheepstealer, and Sheepstealer was also aiming at him. A huge and ferocious dragon head on a long neck stared at the Mountain from a high position. Between the closing of the dragon eyes, it seemed that golden-red flames splashed out. This scene was like a huge beast overlooking a pitiful dwarf.

"Tamara, food," the Mountain shouted.

The giant dragon's unintentional touch on the Mountain was a real hardship for the Mountain. He couldn't enjoy Sheepstealer's excitement and joy expressed in this way. This guy's weakness was food, so give her food and let her calm down first.

In the long time he had fought alongside Sheepstealer, the Mountain was experiencing this side of Sheepstealer for the first time. The Mountain hoped this kind of intimacy would end, but he couldn't stop it. Although dragons were magical creatures with wisdom and knew the master's mind well, she was still a magical creature after all, not a human. She couldn't understand the helplessness that the Mountain had to fall down with a light touch of her dragon claws.

When the Mountain shouted for food, Sheepstealer's head tilted even more, and a pair of dragon eyes made of golden-red gemstones looked at the Mountain, as if she was thinking. Then, the Mountain heard Sheepstealer's soft chirping, followed by Drogon and Rhaegal making soft chirps in response. The two young dragons walked into the dragon's lair one after another.

"Sheepstealer, stop," the Mountain slowly stood up, pointing at Sheepstealer, expressing his dissatisfaction, "Don't touch me again, okay? Crouch down, eat."

Sheepstealer's head slowly lowered, lowered to the height of the Mountain, and a scalding dragon breath spewed out, aiming at the Mountain's face. The Mountain was already vigilant this time and dodged to the side. There was a loud bang in the air. The air flow dispersed, and a hot wind brushed his face.

"Haha, I knew you…" Before he could finish speaking, Sheepstealer's huge head arched up, gently touching the Mountain's chest, and the Mountain crashed down…

Sheepstealer let out a melodious dragon roar, and the people of the Burned Men heard the joy in the dragon roar.

The sound of horses' hooves exploded at the foot of the mountain, and the Mountain's five hundred personal guards arrived at the foot of the mountain at this time.

"Sheepstealer, stop, crouch down, eat," the Mountain uttered a series of dragon words.

Sheepstealer's ferocious giant head raised high, looking towards the cavalry team at the foot of the mountain.

"Those are my soldiers, Sheepstealer," the Mountain shouted while lying on the ground.

Then, his voice stopped, and his movements also stopped. He saw Drogon and Rhaegal walking out of the dragon's lair, holding little dragons in their mouths. The figures of the little dragons could be seen between Drogon and Rhaegal's teeth, and the little guys' small tails were dragging outside the dragon mouths.

Dragons, three little dragons.

The excitement in the Mountain's heart overflowed at once. He almost forgot to breathe. He was really worried that Drogon and Rhaegal's sharp teeth would hurt the little guys' bodies. No, cages must be custom-made for the little guys. They can't let the dragon mouths carry them when they travel. That's too dangerous and very inconvenient.

Thank you [Cute Fish Balls] for the reward, thank you, handshake!