Chapter 796
"You look terrifying now, like a piece of ice without emotion." Sansa worriedly said.
"I'm Faceless Men." Arya frowned, indifferently said.
"What kind of meditation do you have?" Sansa asked.
"It's my secret." Arya avoided answering.
Sansa facial expression grave said: "The day before Aegon was killed, our five siblings were united. At that time, there was a cold and terrifying will, following your mental strength... Big loss to Bran."
"By the way, did Bran contact you? He became the Three-Eyed Crow."
Arya hesitated for a moment, nodded and said : "That day my Soul returned to oneself's body, and he found me."
"I really found you..." Sansa's face was dark, and he was very uncomfortable.
Aegon was captured and then burned to death. It was a knot in her heart that was hard to unravel: Obviously Three-Eyed Crow knew everything, obviously Jon was still calling for help under the Winterfell Heart Tree, why did Bran keep standing by? , watching the tragedy happen to her indifferently?
Bran helped Jon and Arya, why not help her?
Arya noticed the elder sister's change in mood, but she thought she was worried about oneself, so she explained: "My meditation is from the House of Black and White, it is very powerful, but it also has a disadvantage, half Others."
"Others?" Sansa was horrified.
Arya glanced back at Brienne and Hound, who were looking over here, and said in a low voice, "Be quiet, don't let other people know."
Sansa walked away with an ugly complexion Going to the younger sister, touching her face, and ignoring her struggle, he put his hand into the collar and touched her left breast.
"Your body temperature is abnormal, a lot lower than normal." Sansa's pretty face was pale, and her voice was shaking.
"I think it's fine now." Arya shrugged.
"But you're going to be Others," Sansa said urgently.
"I know in my heart that I won't let oneself be transformed into Others."
"Is it really possible to become Others?" Sansa whispered.
"Bran has deduced my meditation method, which is powerful, even involving the Song of the Dead, but very wicked in its foundation.
Only a determined person can Don't go down the wrong path after cultivation. Don't worry, my will is as solid as a rock." Arya believed herself.
"Song of the Dead?" Sansa was at a loss.
"The Death Principle, which can make a mortal a Death God." Arya's eyes lit up.
"What if you fail?" Sansa asked worriedly.
"Failed...maybe become a monster." Arya said seriously.
"Ah, you better stop being cultivated." Sansa exclaimed.
"Ordinary Faceless Men can't even pass the dog level, how can they not cultivate "Death God Holy Scripture"?
Also, even if they become Others, they are independent of will Others. When that time comes, I will help you kill the Others King first, and then suicide."
"The Others King will definitely not guard against an Others." Arya's eyes were cold and firm.
...
Barristan, representing Dragon Queen, appears under King's Landing while Sansa is flying with Arya and Hound to Winterfell.
Hand of the King Randyll Tarly cross the Blackwater Rush to meet Laoba near Kingswood on the South Bank.
Looking at the surging water flowing into the sea from the east, Barristan sighed: "It's really hard to meet you here in this way, can you understand what I mean?"
Randyll Tarly's face as hard as yellow granite reveals a touch of embarrassment and embarrassment.
"Westeros' moral decay, rites and music destroyed at this time, all started with Mad King, starting with his murder of Rickard Stark father and son, visiting another lord's house, negotiating, getting married, it seems to be successful. It's more dangerous than going to the battlefield."
"Aerys Your Majesty killed Duke Rickard in the wrong way, but he may have had difficulties at the time." The old man frowned and said a word of defense for the old master.
"If being tortured by crazy genes counts as hard, so be it," Randyll said nonchalantly.
"Forget it, I won't discuss this today. The matter of Aerys Your Majesty and Duke Rickard will eventually be completely resolved at the Great Council convened by Queen."
Barristan shook his head and said The purpose of this trip: "Stannis refuses a truce, but Queen Your Majesty must hand over a hundred tons of Wildfire."
Randyll Tarly's eyelids twitched slightly, coldly said: "You think I'll give in ?"
"The Queen said, you don't agree, she doesn't mind having Iron Throne change to a master who takes care of the overall situation within a day." Barristan said softly.
Randyll's stern expression couldn't hold back, and he growled angrily: "She's too crazy, King's Landing has 40,000 armies and hundreds of Scorpions."
"Lord Earl, please calmly think about it, who does the Queen want Wildfire for? Conquer the world for her oneself?
No, she wants Wildfire, just to deal with Others, to save Westeros.
The full name of King of the Seven Kingdoms is 'Andals, Rhoynar and King of the First Men, and Protector of the Realm', who do you think is the Protector of the Realm between Cersei and Euron?" Laoba said sincerely.
The anger froze on Randyll's face.
He fell silent.
For a while, he growled, "Why is she forcing Iron Throne and not Stannis to stop the raid on King's Landing?"
"Because Stannis is in Winterfell and Iron Throne is right The Others who went south did not respond at all."
"I sent out a hundred tons of Wildfire for nothing. It is difficult for me to explain to the Minister of State. Wildfire can not only burn the Vale army besieging the city, but also prevent the possible arrival of King's Landing. Others down." Randyll Tarly said solemnly.
"You want gold, grain?" Laoba frowned.
"I want Dragonglass, and I need to equip every soldier in King's Landing with a Dragonglass weapon."
Laoba shook his head slowly with a strange expression.
Randyll Tarly frowned, "Forty thousand people are indeed a bit too many weapons, so let's use half of them in rotation."
"No, you misunderstood me, Dragonstone is willing to provide King's Landing with 500,000 Dragonglass spearheads for free." Laoba said softly.
"Half a million is not a small number, can you help Daenerys call the shots?" Randyll Tarly wondered.
"Queen Your Majesty is willing to give Dragonglass weapons for free to all human beings who resist Others. She doesn't care about money or whether you are loyal to her. Saving the world is her only purpose."
Randyll Tarly was stunned for a long time, "I can ship a hundred tons of Wildfire, but you have to promise me a request to take my son Dickon to Winterfell."
"Are you sure?"
"I'd love to go in person and lead King's Landing...no, at least lead Horn Hill to stop the Others from heading south. The Hand of the King should be defending Westeros, isn't it?" Randyll Tarly's eyes dimmed." It's a pity I can't do that, it's also the responsibility of the Hand of the King to defend the capital and defend the King."
"Perhaps, Euron can make peace with Stannis. Give the King's Landing to Davos, and Euron and Cersei withdraw to Highgarden, Reach also needs to be armed." Laoba suggested.
"Your idea is very good, but unfortunately..." Randyll Tarly shook his head and said bitterly: "The last time the Vale princes rebelled, Davos led the Wyvern Legion to set fire to the Euron camp outside Duskendale. Blow up others, but let him... I heard that his stuff was burnt out. How can such a big hatred be reconciled?"
...
Although the temperature dropped below freezing and the Sun was out, Dragon Queen's Wyrmrider regiment brought a shipment of "Tyrion Oil" from Dragonstone to increase Wildfire stability for added safety.
Just outside Linhe Gate, a large group of Alchemists are busy refilling Wildfire in glass jars.
For every batch loaded, a Wyvern flew from the South Shore to the North Shore wharf, loaded the Wildfire and flew to Winterfell immediately.
Without the slightest delay.
Not only Wyvern, Dany's three dragons, but also came over.
Two dragons were sentry in mid-air, and the other dropped down to lift a ton of Wildfire.
"Hey, Ser, is someone looking for you?" Just as Big Black fell, causing a commotion among the residents and sailors at the quayside, a scruffy little beggar with a frostbite approached Barristan and dropped a ball of paper. He turned around and quickly slid into the crowd.
Lao Ba lowered his head and picked up the paper ball, opened it and looked at it, and was stunned.
—your Old Brother is going to Winterfell and I hope you can give him a ride.
"Old Brother, who? It's not clear what you say."
Old Knight was puzzled, and unconsciously took a few steps forward, wanting to look in the crowd. that little beggar.
Ordinary people saw the White Cloak with white glaze inlaid on its chest and a white cloak hanging behind it, and they walked away with expressions of awe and admiration.
Even if someone pointed fingers at him, it didn't stand in his way.
Suddenly, a cripple with a tattered sheepskin coat and a dirty face and a beard seemed to be drunk, bowed his head, swayed, did not dodge, and just leaned on the left waist of Barristan's sword. past.
"Be careful, Ser Selmy!"
Although the bearded man looks like a beggar, he also has a sword attached to his left waist, and the two guards around Laoba immediately stepped forward. , with a wary expression on his beard.
The cripple didn't dodge or evade, let them stop him, and only slammed the head up and looked at Barristan who was looking over.
"Ah, you—" Laoba's expression changed drastically, he pulled away the two guards, grabbed cripple's right arm and walked back.
“Why are you here?” Laoba whispered.
"hehe, didn't expect me to be this virtuous. You can still recognize me at a glance. I was going to report my name just now." Struggling to keep up with White Cloak.
"I also know you turned to ashes," Laoba coldly snorted, and unconsciously slowed down his steps, wondering, "I heard that you broke your right hand, why did you lame your left foot?"
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"The right hand is broken, and the left foot is lame." The bearded man said bitterly.
Barristan has been on the big blackwater Rush large sea ship with Wildfire tanks with the beard, and entered the captain's room on the second floor, only then did he relax and let go of the bearded right arm.
40 Wyverns can't take all the Wildfires at once, the rest will be sent to Dragonstone by sea ships and slowly transferred to Winterfell.
After the two were seated, Laoba threw the letter on the bearded upper body with a cold face, indifferently said: "You are not my brother."
The bearded face was puzzled at first. , After picking up the note and looking at it, you will understand the meaning of the other party.
He threw the note on the ground, he smiled and said: "This is written by Varys, I have self-knowledge, and now I can't climb the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard and Hand of Queen Your Majesty. the King."
"Jaime, don't be glib, why are you dressed like this? Why did you come to me?" Laoba coldly said.
The cripple with a sloppy face on the opposite side is the once personable and powerful Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Jaime Lannister.
"Varys insisted on sticking my rough beard face on your cold buttocks, but he didn't lie. I need your help."
"You go to Winterfell What do you do?" Lao Ba frowned.
The smile on Jaime's face disappeared, misery and helplessness like maggots on the wall of the toilet cesspool, dragging one after another obvious trace on his cheek, slowly crawling up his brow, "Now, don't go to Winterfell. , what else can I do?
I don't know what to do, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to do something wrong.
At least this time I can be totally sure that Others, defending Westeros, there is absolutely nothing wrong."
Looking at the obvious wrinkles on his face, Laoba guessed that the little brother must have had a difficult life in the past two years, and couldn't help but wonder: "Cersei just In Red Keep, the Lion Family is in King's Landing, why are you dressed like this? You seem to be avoiding someone."
Jaime's blue eyes flashed with bitter hatred, and he gritted his teeth: "Euron!"