Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

After nightfall, the streets of King's Landing were deserted.

Ever since the news of the collapse of the Great Wall of Despair came, panic and riots began to spread in the city.

After discussion, the Royal Council issued a curfew order. Anyone who remained on the street after the evening bell struck would be punished by death.

This move alleviated the chaos in King's Landing to a certain extent, but it also cast a lingering haze in the hearts of the people in the city.

If the previous rumors about the collapse of the Great Wall were still true and false, then the tough measures taken by the Imperial Council are equivalent to the official self-inflicted crime.

Fortunately, King's Landing has experienced a zombie siege before, and under the leadership of King Caesar, the resurrected monsters have been successfully reburied. Therefore, although the people in the city are worried about the coming White Walkers, they are not worried about it. Too fearful.

The expected escape did not happen. On the contrary, residents of surrounding villages and towns continued to flock to King's Landing. Perhaps they felt that this city protected by dragons felt safer.

Through the silent streets, Tyrion Lannister returned to his residence.

"Sir, you are back." Xue Yi smiled as soon as she saw him, the kind of smile that could make people forget their fatigue all day long.

Tyrion nodded reluctantly, but his mood didn't feel much better.

Xue Yi stepped forward considerately, helped him change his coat, and asked:

"Sir, is there any news from His Majesty?"

Tyrion nodded and said:

"His Majesty is on his way back. We have also received orders to establish a new line of defense in the Neck."

"Jingze?" Xue Yi opened her mouth in surprise, "Doesn't that mean that the entire northern territory has been abandoned?"

"Your Majesty has ordered all northerners to move south." Tyrion explained.

But his face was still solemn.

Such a huge migration plan is bound to bring extremely terrible impacts and casualties.

But the king still issued such an order without hesitation.

It can be seen that the situation is much worse than imagined.

However, what Tyrion was thinking more about at this time was not the Northerners who had to brave the wind and snow to trek south, but his brother Jaime.

There is even his sister Cersei who has always been his enemy.

One of them works as a guard at the Great Wall, and the other works as a... technician in Mole Village.

Now that the White Walkers are invading, they must be the first to bear the brunt.

I don't know if they are still alive...

"Your Majesty, can't you keep the White Walkers out of the Great Wall?" Shae lit an incense candle and knelt down to help him take off his shoes.

"Your Majesty is not a god." Tyrion felt his lover's soft hands massaging the soles of his feet and closed his eyes comfortably.

"In the hearts of the people of Junlin, His Majesty is no different from an omnipotent god."

Tyrion shook his head and laughed, making no comment on such childish remarks.

Being at the core of the power of the Seven Kingdoms, although he is ostracized, Tyrion's grasp of the current situation is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people.

He knew very well that although Caesar now had unparalleled prestige and had strong intimidation and control over the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, all of this was based on his invincible and terrifying reputation.

This invasion of the White Walkers is a huge challenge for Caesar.

If he can continue to lead people to victory, then Caesar's name will surpass all the kings in the history of Westeros.

But if he fails, he will surely face a terrifying backlash.

Although the Royal Council approved the decision to move the northern border to the south, the nobles of the seven countries, including the northern nobles who stayed in King's Landing, did not dare to object.

But that doesn't mean everyone agrees with Caesar's decision.

The people of the Seven Kingdoms have placed great expectations on this king, and the blessings of the Seven Gods have also shrouded him in divine glory. Of course, there are also Caesar's past legendary experiences. These are added together to create the most dominant figure in the history of the Seven Kingdoms. The king of strength.

But now, when the king ordered to abandon the northern border and retreat to the Neck, his invincible aura had faded in people's hearts.

If the neck line of defense also collapses, then...

For a moment, Tyrion was a little ready to make a move, but soon his thoughts were suppressed by a strong sense of guilt.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened and the housekeeper said:

"Sir, Ser Stevron Frey wishes to see you."

Tyrion rolled his eyes, seeming to realize something.

"Invite him in."

Xue Yi helped him put on his boots again and asked:

"Ser Stevron is Lord Walder Frey's eldest son, right?"

"right."

"What is he looking for you at this time?"

"What else can a weasel do?" Tyrion snorted, jumped off the chair, and headed out.

Xue Yi took his arm and followed him:

"I'll accompany you to meet your guests."

Tyrion glanced at her, not refusing.

He knew Xue Yi's little thoughts. This woman was not willing to just be his lover, so she always tried her best to integrate into the aristocratic social circle.

Tyrion had no objection to this.

Because he also feels a little guilty about Shae. Now as the Duke of Casterly Rock, it is no longer possible for him to marry a woman of Shae's status.

Therefore, I want to make some compensation in other aspects.

The two met the guests in the living room.

Like the rest of House Frey, Ser Stevron looks like a weasel.

After some polite remarks, Tyrion asked directly:

"Sir, what do you want me to do at this late hour?"

Sir Stevron took the tea from Shae, thanked him, and then said:

"My lord, if I remember correctly, you are not engaged yet, are you?"

Tyrion smiled and said:

"Father actually let me get engaged to Miss Sansa from the Stark family. Unfortunately, that seems to be a counterfeit, and the Stark family obviously doesn't intend to recognize this marriage. No way, who told me to be a Where's the dwarf?"

Sir Stevron laughed loudly:

"It's because they don't have vision. Your wisdom shines brightly, and a little physical defect is nothing."

"If only people in the world had eyesight like you." Tyrion echoed casually, "Sir Stevron, you came here so late just to compliment me, didn't you?"

Sir Stevron shook his head with a smile, and said:

"Of course not. Your Excellency, since you are not engaged, I have a suitable candidate to recommend to you."

The smile on Tyrion's face widened, and he asked:

"who?"

"My granddaughter, Varda Frey. She is sixteen years old and pretty." At this point, Sir Stevron glanced at Shae, "No worse than your lover. If you like, House Frey Willing to marry the Lannister family."

"We have been in-laws for a long time." Tyrion said with a smile, "My aunt Gina married your brother, remember?"

"Of course I do," said Sir Stevron, "so I want to kiss more."

Tyrion could feel Shae's eyes burning on him, but it wasn't for a jealous lover, and he didn't want to marry a Frey back.

"Sir Stevron, I appreciate your kindness. But now that the White Walkers are coming south and the war is imminent, I'm afraid it's not a good time to get married."

"It doesn't matter. You can get engaged first."

Tyrion had to resort to delaying:

"Let me think about it."

"Okay." Sir Stevron was not reluctant, and after chatting for a while, he got up to leave.

As soon as he left, Shae said sourly:

"The eldest granddaughter of the Marquess Frey is also worthy of your status, my lord, and she is as beautiful as a flower, why refuse?"

Tyrion said with a smile:

"How beautiful the weasel's granddaughter can be, as long as I have her."

Then go hug your lover.

Shae dodged lightly and spat:

"It will coax me. But to be honest, this marriage is really good. Although the Frey family is inferior to the Lannister family. But the Lannister family is now at a low point. If you want to marry the right Waiting for the duke's daughter, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Tyrion also restrained his smile, and said seriously:

"You know why I reject the weasel?"

"Why?"

"Because they have bad intentions."

"Bad intentions?" Xue Yi became confused, "Why not?"

Tyrion smiled and said:

"You also know that the Lannister family is at a low point, although I can still attend the imperial meeting, but that's because Caesar needs me to balance the power of the overly powerful southern princes.

In fact, I have long been an existence that everyone can't avoid. Foyle took the initiative to send his granddaughter here at this time, what good intentions could he have?

Don't forget, this weasel also had a daughter married to Roose Bolton.

Countess Anya Waywood of the Valley has been bringing her adopted son to visit Frey's house recently. Hey, guess what they're up to. "

Xue Yi was originally smart, and she has been following Tyrion's ears and eyes since then. Naturally, she is not a political idiot. Hearing this, she immediately reacted:

"Does Walder Frey want to learn from the Duke of Hoster Tully back then, and replicate a 'fish, wolf, deer and eagle' alliance through marriage?"

Tyrion whistled and joked:

"Although Walder Frey has many daughters and granddaughters, he is not as good as Horst Tully in terms of his heart. And the current Caesar is not the mad king he was back then. He really wants to kill himself by doing this."

Xue Yi nodded thoughtfully, but then asked in a low voice:

"Since you understand all of this, then... are you really not moved?"

Tyrion rolled his eyes and said angrily:

"I want to live a few more years."

Shae blinked:

"But now that the ghosts are going south, it may be an opportunity."

The sarcasm on Tyrion's face became more intense:

"If Walder Frey really thinks this way, he may not even live to see the White Walkers."

Xue Yi wrinkled her nose and didn't try to persuade her anymore.

She stepped forward to hold the man's hand, and said with a delicate smile:

"Okay, let you lose a bride, I'll make it up to you."

Tyrion regained his spirits immediately, but just as he buried his head in his lover's warm chest, there was another knock on the door.

"Who?" He said angrily, "Don't come here to introduce me to marriage again."

The butler's voice sounded outside the door:

"My lord, Your Majesty has just returned to King's Landing, and there will be an imperial meeting immediately."

Tyrion let out a foul breath and said helplessly:

"Okay, get the carriage ready, and I'll come out."

Xue Yi smiled and kissed his forehead, and said:

"I'll wait for your return."

"Okay." Tyrion squeezed the woman's buttocks casually, got up and went out.

All the way to the Red Fort, into the meeting hall, I saw that the lights were brightly lit here, and all the cabinet ministers had already arrived.

Tyrion stepped forward to greet everyone. He had just climbed onto the chair and before he could sit firmly, he saw the king walking into the hall accompanied by Ser Barristan.

"There's no need to get up." Samwell raised his hand to stop everyone, stepped forward and sat down at the front of the table, and said directly, "The matter is urgent, let's keep it short. The Great Wall collapsed and the White Walkers moved south. There are many reasons for this. It's too complicated and doesn't really help the situation, so I won't say more.

What we can do now is build a new line of defense. "

Having said this, his eyes slowly swept over everyone's faces and continued:

"After discussing with the Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch, Ed Stark, I decided to set up this defense line in the Neck. The specific deployment location, the setting of the defense line, the deployment of troops, etc. will all be based on the actual geographical conditions. Decide.

What are your opinions on this? "

Tyrion understood the meaning of the king's words, which was that the establishment of a new defense line in the Neck was a definite matter. The other party held a meeting to discuss and was only seeking opinions on how to deploy this line of defense.

Although such a decision seems a bit overbearing, it has to be said that at such an urgent moment, as the king of the Seven Kingdoms, he should have such responsibility and courage, so as not to leave it to the nobles for discussion and another round of wrangling between the various forces.

A waste of time.

Earl Landao spoke first and said:

"There are currently 200,000 troops gathered in King's Landing. If we want to deploy them along the Neck, these troops should be barely enough. The only thing we need to worry about is whether we can complete the construction of fortifications before the White Walkers arrive."

"This is not a big problem." University Scholar Coburn said, "Ghouls are afraid of fire. I have prepared a lot of good things that can be used to deal with them."

Earl Randyll asked thoughtfully:

"Is it the kind of thing you used against Dorne on Eagle's Beak Island?"

"Yes, some minor changes were made."

"How powerful is it?"

"It can have about 70% to 80% of the power of [Wildfire], but the advantage is that the manufacturing cost is low."

"Very good." Samwell nodded with satisfaction, "All the artillery has also been transported to the front line."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Ghoulies are afraid of fire, but White Walkers are not." Samwell asked again, "How are the dragonglass weapons prepared?"

"Probably enough to arm an army of 70,000 people."

"This is the only choice for now." Samwell said, "Where's the food?"

Upon hearing this, Tyrion immediately replied:

"Your Majesty, if we set up defenses in Jingze, the logistical pressure will be much less. It is roughly estimated that the food will be enough to support the army for half a year."

Samwell nodded and said:

"That's enough for now. You send people to the other side of the Narrow Sea and tell the people of the Free Trade Cities that the White Walkers are the responsibility of all humans. If Westeros falls, Essos will be next. Let them provide food. Weapons, personnel support.”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Okay, that's it, the army will set off tomorrow." Samwell said, "I will lead the army myself!"