ebookpocket.com #231 - Chapter 5: New Players
#231 - Chapter 5: New Players
At the pinnacle of the sky, atop the Leviathan's mountain-sized dragon form, Liu Yuan pointed downwards, explaining things in detail to Ruiken. He had always adhered to this educational philosophy: that it was beneficial for children to broaden their horizons and see the world.
That day in Qarth, he revealed his dragon form, his powerful aura shocking everyone. The spies who had intended to follow them were so frightened that they ran away with their tails between their legs, never daring to follow again. After leaving the city's visible range, he had taken the army into his space. Now, his space, having devoured the earth element core, had expanded to about 200,000 acres, equivalent to 67 square kilometers.
The heart of the Lord of Mysteries was like a brilliant pearl, suspended in the air, with countless light bands wrapped around it like spider silk. Circles of light spots were slowly peeled away, and the heart had now become the size of a ping-pong ball. Liu Yuan knew that the space was analyzing and devouring the origin and rules contained within it. When the space developed to a certain extent, it could advance to a small world. He understood that his space was left by the system, and its rules were even more perfect than many small worlds.
In the future, when his strength was sufficient, he might be able to integrate the small world into himself, like the protagonist in novels, and become a world master. The stronger the small world, the stronger he would be. It was still a bit far to think about these things now; he was only at the peak of the third rank. Liu Yuan's return this time was not only to deal with King's Landing but also because the "Red Wedding" plot was about to happen according to the timeline.
Although Robb was a bit stupid, he was still quite obedient, and he would help if he could. With this in mind, he ordered Leviathan to accelerate.
"Roar!" Leviathan roared loudly, its golden wings vibrated, and it accelerated suddenly. A layer of air cover enveloped its body, and it rubbed against the air, generating heat and emitting a red light. Leviathan could not break the sound barrier; at least, it could not do so with its current strength.
On the grassland below, countless Dothraki saw a streak of fire flying west.
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In the Kneeling Man, Arya sat on the carriage shaft with a pout, looking sulky. Gendry was beside her, using the inn's tools to help Thoros repair his armor. He said as he worked, "If I had a better furnace, I could definitely do a better job."
Thoros quickly waved his hand. "No need, you've already done an excellent job. Armor is mainly for defending against swords and spears; whether it's beautiful or not is not important."
Arya was full of unhappiness and complained, "Why are you helping them! This big liar said he would let us go, but he went back on his word and kept us as prisoners."
Thoros quickly explained, "No, no, you are not prisoners, Miss Stark; you are our honored guest. Besides, look, what prisoner can carry weapons like you do?"
Arya still insisted, "Then why don't you let me go?"
Thoros said earnestly, "This is entirely for your safety. Lannister soldiers often appear in this forest, and they will not be merciful to Eddard Stark's daughter."
A group of people pushed and shoved Sandor Clegane, who was tied up. Arya jumped lightly from the carriage. She came to him and questioned, "Thanks to you, I can't leave now. I really don't understand what good it does you to expose me?"
Sandor grinned, revealing a smug look. "Hehe, no good, I'm just happy!"
Arya smiled and kicked him in the crotch with lightning speed. "Hehe ^_^ You're right, I'm also very happy! I hope you can still laugh next time."
Arya was no longer the innocent little girl she once was, and this kick made Clegane's eyes roll back in pain. Everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their crotches, and they looked at Arya with some dodging.
Thoros unconsciously distanced himself from her, clamping his legs together even tighter. "Okay, we should go. Everyone, hurry up, move the things that need to be loaded onto the car, and don't dawdle."
At this moment, Hot Pie carefully walked out of the room with a steaming, fragrant bread in his hands. He came to Gendry and Arya and said with a hint of apology, "I'm really sorry, my friends. The owner here appreciates my bread-making skills very much. He also discussed it with Thoros. If I am willing to stay and help, then their debts can be written off. After careful consideration, I decided to accept this proposal. After all, I am just an ordinary person who only desires a peaceful and stable life."
Hearing this, Gendry stepped forward and gave Hot Pie a warm hug, and sincerely wished him, "May everything be well with you!" At this moment, Arya also deeply felt that everyone has their own path to follow in life, and no one can predict when and where we will part with the people around us. For a moment, she was speechless and didn't know how to respond.
Hot Pie showed a simple and honest smile to the two of them and then handed the bread in his hand to them. "This is specially made for you!"
Arya happily took the bread and looked at it carefully. She saw that the bread had a unique shape, and she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Wow, what a special shape! This hedgehog is so cute, I like it so much. Thank you!"
However, Hot Pie looked helpless, with several black lines appearing on his forehead, and he corrected with a wry smile, "Hey, please, this is clearly a wolf!"
Arya was a little embarrassed, and she quickly changed her words and said, "Uh… yes, yes, you're right, it is indeed a wolf. I might not have noticed just now, haha." After speaking, she gently bit into the bread, chewing and savoring it carefully. The wonderful taste made her praise it, "Um, the taste is really great! Thank you, this is definitely the most delicious bread I've ever eaten."
Thoros led a horse slowly, originally intending to ride with Arya, but for some reason, he suddenly changed his mind halfway.
Arya looked at the horse in front of her, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, and she turned her head and asked, "Where are we going?"
Thoros patted the horse's back and replied, "First to our secret camp, and then we'll send you to Riverrun. I believe your uncle will be very generous in sending us a batch of much-needed supplies. Oh, by the way, your mother, Lady Catelyn, and your brother, Robb, are also there."
Hearing this news, Arya's eyes lit up, and she said excitedly, "Really? That's great! What are they doing in Riverrun?"
Thoros's face became a little heavy, and he sighed and said, "Alas, this is actually bad news. Your grandfather, Duke Hoster Tully, unfortunately passed away, and they are all rushing to attend the funeral. Unfortunately, the journey is far away, and you probably won't make it in time…"
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In the bedroom of the Lord of Storm's End, an ambiguous atmosphere permeated the air. On the gauze-draped bed, a fierce storm of passion was unfolding. As the clouds parted and the rain subsided, the room gradually returned to silence, leaving only the blushing and heart-pounding moans gradually dissipating.
At this moment, a pair of slender and straight beautiful legs stretched out from the middle of the bed. Then, a beautiful and moving woman slowly sat up. Her figure was tall and graceful, like a fairy descending to earth. Her black and shiny hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, gently brushing against her fair and snowy skin. Her skin had a charming wheat color, exuding a unique charm.
The woman frowned slightly, seemingly still not satisfied with the passion just now. She reached for the wine bottle placed beside the bed, poured herself a full glass of red wine without hesitation, and then tilted her head and drank it all in one gulp. The red wine flowed down her sexy lips, and some even spilled on her full and round breasts, adding a bit more alluring charm.
After drinking the wine, the woman's eyes became blurred, full of teasing and charm. She picked up the wine bottle, climbed back onto the bed, and said娇声 to the man beside her, "My Majesty, would you like to have a little bit too?" Her voice was soft and melodious, as if it could hook people's souls.
Viserys's Adam's apple trembled slightly. He approached the charming body in front of him and gently licked the remaining wine on her chest with his tongue.
"Hmm…"
Arianne did not have the slightest hint of coyness. She unhesitatingly reached out and grabbed the bottle of wine. Everything happened so naturally, and Viserys widened his eyes, enjoying the rare wine and beautiful scenery to his heart's content. He felt the sweet taste and was deeply shocked by the fragrant scene in front of him.
The two were entangled upstairs, enjoying the joy and passion brought by each other. In the room downstairs, the Hand of the King, old Gryphon, tossed and turned, unable to sleep. At this moment, Jon Connington, who had served as prime minister for four terms, was worried - the current situation of Viserys's army was not optimistic.
Although they unexpectedly captured Storm's End, this land was, after all, the hereditary territory of the Baratheon family, and the local residents did not have much affection for the Targaryen family. In the past less than twenty years, the nobles of the Stormlands had experienced three or four major purges, and their figures could be seen in almost every defeat. After such frequent tossing, it was difficult to conscript enough soldiers to replenish the army here.
As for the only ally, the Martell family, due to the obstruction of many lords in the Dornish Marches and the Reach, reinforcements from Dorne would probably not easily reach the battlefield. Rumor has it that Prince Oberyn has personally led a large army north to support… support.