The Mountain of Ice and Fire

King Quaithe got out of the carriage, walked quickly, came to the Magic Mountain, and knelt on one knee: "Fedor Raymond Horn pays homage to Your Majesty."

Haji and others dismounted one after another and knelt down together.

The accompanying five hundred guards and generals dismounted and knelt on the ground.

Magic Mountain stepped forward, with a smile on his face, bowed, and held up the arm of King Quaithe with his huge palm: "Please rise, Your Majesty the King."

If the enemy doesn't submit, kill him. If the other party has knelt down, you must help him up with your own hands. – This is Tywin Lannister's motto, and Magic Mountain has always kept it in mind and followed its guidance.

Fedor Raymond Horn stood up. He was tall, with fair skin and a dignified appearance, and distinct facial features. It was just a pity that he stood in front of Magic Mountain and had no aura at all.

Anyone standing in front of Magic Mountain becomes a half-sized kid, and their aura disappears.

Magic Mountain was very polite. He needed a sensible guy to manage Quaithe for him, and the guy in front of him was undoubtedly the best candidate. He killed the warmongers in the city for Magic Mountain, the bravest and most warlike generals, the wealthiest twelve giants and the leaders of the Ancient Spice Guild, the most terrifying Masked Elders of the Sorrowful Men, and the most disturbing Pree wizards in Magic Mountain's heart.

It can be said that the king cleared all obstacles for Magic Mountain to enter the city.

If you want to keep a dog, Fedor Raymond Horn in front of you is the most obedient one, and he is unambiguous when it comes to biting people.

"Your Majesty, please." Magic Mountain made a gesture of invitation. He was extremely brave, but gentle and humble, without the slightest contempt, humiliation, or disdain for the King of Quaithe.

The courtiers, generals, and soldiers of Quaithe stood up and saw their king walking slightly ahead of Magic Mountain, with Magic Mountain half a step behind, accompanying their king very humbly, without the arrogance of a victor.

This made the Quaithe people feel a little uncomfortable.

People often make the wrong judgment that people with Magic Mountain's appearance and physique are barbaric and rude. When he shows a polite and humble side, these people feel a little unreal.

His Majesty King Fedor Raymond Horn also felt the same way. He was mentally prepared to be humiliated and humiliated by Magic Mountain, but Magic Mountain did not make any rude moves, which caused a slight change in his heart.

Although he claimed to be omniscient, he did not foresee this.

The Magic Mountain he had seen through magical powers was more about killing and harshness, and such a gentle side was rare.

Sometimes, meeting is not as good as hearing about it; and sometimes, hearing about it is not as good as meeting.

The Quaithe people watched the king and Magic Mountain move forward in a 'respectful' manner, and everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, they also believed that the king was too wise and made the most correct decision. If they had listened to the proposals of the Tourmaline Brotherhood, the Ancient Spice Guild, and the Masked Elders of the Sorrowful Men and started a war with Magic Mountain, the city of Quaithe would not have been safe and secure. In the sky, the giant dragon at close range gave people suffocating pressure, and everyone knew that as long as the dragon opened its mouth, they would be burned to ashes.

And next to the dragon, there was also a ferocious black dragon.

The only difference from what the king said was that they only saw two dragons, while His Majesty the King said that if a war broke out, four dragons would attack the city.

Four dragons, four different directions, if a night attack were to occur, such as on a late night when everyone was asleep, it would definitely be impossible to defend against.

The courtiers, generals, and guards of both sides followed behind the two kings in order.

Missandei and Daenerys walked beside Magic Mountain. Missandei was proficient in languages from all over the world, and she translated for King Fedor Raymond Horn, who spoke the common tongue with a Quaithe accent.

This was a somewhat strange team. The two kings looked very harmonious, just like two long-lost brothers; while the courtiers, generals, and soldiers of both sides were somewhat estranged from each other, keeping a distance, but moving forward slowly together.

Caw!

A dragon's roar came from the west.

Everyone, including the two kings, turned to look west.

Caw!

Another dragon's roar!

This dragon's roar was different from the last one.

Judging from the sound, these were two different dragons.

And above everyone's heads, the giant dragon and the black dragon were slowly circling, without making a dragon's roar.

In the sky, in the western sky, two dragons appeared.

One white dragon, its scales shining in the sunlight, was magnificent, just like the dragon in mythology.

The other bronze dragon looked more powerful and majestic. The two dragons flew side by side towards this side.

Caw!

The black dragon flew out to meet them.

Caw!

Sheep Stealer made a low murmur, as if greeting the two little friends who had flown in.

Sheep Stealer did not leave Magic Mountain's sky. She circled in the low sky, like a concrete god of death, giving the Quaithe people heavy pressure.

"It really is four dragons," Lord Haji Morne said in a low voice. His voice was full of tense tension, like a taut bowstring.

"Yes," the Undying warlock said without moving his lips. His blue eyes, sunken in their sockets, stared at the dragons in the sky, his gaze flickering like jewels.

The Quaithe courtiers and generals all closed their mouths tightly, and the warhorses they were leading stirred up a commotion. The soldiers held the reins tightly to prevent the horses from running wild.

All the Quaithe soldiers had dismounted, and they controlled their warhorses from running wild very well.

Before coming, His Majesty the King had also ordered the soldiers to practice controlling the horses. Everyone knew they would face giant dragons. They dismounted and held the reins, which also helped them control the restless warhorses better.

Although the giant dragons were flying in the sky, they did not release a threatening aura. This was specially instructed by Magic Mountain to Sheep Stealer. Dragons and humans, after battles, life, and the test of time, have been able to follow each other's hearts. And the bridge in between is the dragon language.

In the sky, the white dragon and the bronze dragon flew closer. Three people were riding on the backs of the dragons - Arianne Martell was riding on the back of the white dragon, and Jon Targaryen and Gendry Baratheon were riding on the back of the bronze dragon.

Four dragons descended into the sky, and on the plains, tens of thousands of Dothraki cavalry and Unsullied phalanxes shouted.

In the sky, the four dragons roared together in response.

Even standing next to Magic Mountain, King Fedor Raymond Horn could not hear Magic Mountain's words.

The dragon's roar and the army's shouts were overwhelming and invincible.

For a time, King Fedor Raymond Horn and his courtiers, generals, and accompanying soldiers all changed their expressions.

The sound was like thunder, reaching the city of Quaithe, causing the soldiers and people on the city walls and in the city to change their expressions as well, revealing unease and suspicion.

Magic Mountain raised his hand, and the Unsullied phalanx and the Dothraki cavalry stopped shouting together.

In the sky, the dragon's roars of the four dragons also stopped.

Inside and outside the city walls, the Quaithe people, from the king to the soldiers, were all in awe and disbelief.

Magic Mountain just raised his hand, and the shouts of tens of thousands of people and the dragon's roars stopped at the same time. They had never seen or heard of such military might and discipline. This could only be something that existed in legendary stories, but they were experiencing it themselves.

All the Quaithe courtiers and generals understood from Magic Mountain's gesture: if they started a war, let alone hundreds of dragon-hunting crossbows, even more dragon-hunting crossbows could not stop these four dragons and these Unsullied and Dothraki people.

The people with the least military discipline are the Dothraki people.

The Quaithe people had never seen Dothraki cavalry who obeyed military discipline like iron. Tens of thousands of Dothraki cavalry were as disciplined and rigorous as one person.

The white dragon took the lead in flying down. A clearing had long been made next to Magic Mountain to facilitate the landing of the two dragons.

Arianne Martell rolled off the dragon's back, covered in dust, but unable to hide her beauty.

In front of the army and the Quaithe people, Arianne knelt on one knee: "Arianne Martell of Dorne pays homage to His Majesty the King."

Magic Mountain nodded and raised his right hand to signal Arianne to rise.

The bronze dragon followed and flew down. Jon and Gendry jumped off the dragon's back. The two came to Magic Mountain, knelt on one knee, and paid homage to His Majesty the King together.

"You have worked hard, Commander-in-Chief Jon, Duke Gendry," Magic Mountain said, "Rise!"

The two stood up. Gendry Baratheon stood next to Arianne, while Jon hugged Daenerys, then hugged Jorah Mormont, and shook hands with Missandei and Missan Lo.

"Your Majesty, let's go, to the central army tent," Magic Mountain said to Fedor Raymond Horn.

"Yes. Your Majesty."

*

Inside the central army tent, Magic Mountain and Fedor Raymond Horn sat down across a table. There were no fruits, snacks, or wine on the table.

There were only pens and paper on the table.

Not brown parchment paper, nor thick vellum paper, but white, thin paper.

The Quaithe people had never seen this kind of paper.

The two kings were sitting with their courtiers. On the king's side were Daenerys, Arianne, scholars, priests, and Quaithe.

The scholars and priests were from Slaver's Bay and were members of Daenerys' council.

On Fedor Raymond Horn's left and right sides were Haji Morne, the Undying warlock, and the court steward.

Magic Mountain said to Missandei behind him: "Missandei, take some paper to show the Quaithe people outside the tent, let everyone pass it through their hands."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Fedor Raymond Horn picked up a piece of paper, which he had never seen before. When he held it up, the paper was so thin that he could see the candlelight through it.

Haji Morne had a look of surprise on his face.

The Undying warlock and the court steward both had looks of astonishment on their faces.

They were knowledgeable and experienced. Quaithe was a transit station and trading place for goods from all over the world, but they had never seen such beautiful and light paper.

Magic Mountain handed a piece of paper to Haji Morne.

Haji Morne reached out and took it, stroking it with his hand, with an expression on his face as if he were touching a beautiful jade.

Perhaps there was an element of deliberately pleasing Magic Mountain in this, but more of it was surprise at this new thing.

"Lord Haji, based on your trading experience, if this paper were used to replace all the parchment paper and vellum paper in the world, how much profit would there be?"

"Supply the whole world?" Haji stammered a little, "Your Majesty, can so much paper be produced?"

Magic Mountain nodded: "I have solved the technology for mass production of this paper."

"Can it be written on? Will it soak through and stick together?"

Magic Mountain did not answer, but put the quill pen and ink in front of Haji.

"Lord Haji, we are going to sign a surrender agreement and government rules with Quaithe. You and our scholars will write it, in triplicate, one for Quaithe, one for me, and one for backup. Writing on this paper will not soak through or stick together, and the storage time will only be longer than parchment scrolls. Over time, there will be no moisture from parchment and vellum."

Haji was overjoyed, and he tried hard to control his ecstasy so that he would not lose his composure: "Your Majesty, if this paper is sold all over the world, it will be gold, spices, and luxury goods. We will make a fortune."

"This is only a very small part of our new business map," Magic Mountain said lightly. An appropriate expression of arrogance appeared on his face.

Haji, Fedor Raymond Horn, the Undying warlock, and the court steward all had strange expressions, and they could not help but look at each other and the people around them.

"You have already seen the cannons of our navy. You have never seen such weapons, have you?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," King Horn said.

"That's just a very small part of our new weapons. With steel and gunpowder, we can manufacture more new weapons. New bow and arrow weapons that can shoot farther than the farthest bow and arrow range now, easily penetrating any armor. That arrow doesn't need a shaft, just a small iron bullet. In the future, our archers will kill enemies at long range on the battlefield. No wooden arrow legions can be our new archers' opponents. We call our new archers gunmen."

King Horn and Haji and others looked at each other.

The Undying warlock and King Horn looked at each other, but could not see any predictions in the king's eyes.

King Horn, Lord Haji, and others had never heard of these things that Magic Mountain said.

"Arrows without shafts?" King Horn said subconsciously. He felt that his predictive ability was facing a serious challenge. He had never foreseen these things that clearly belonged to the future.

Arrows, without shafts! How is this possible?!

"You don't need to use a bow anymore!" Magic Mountain said, "The new arrows are not launched with a bow."

"Your Majesty," the court steward said hesitantly, "I think the Dothraki people may not be used to using the new bows."

"They will get used to it, and their unparalleled warhorse skills will be better utilized."

The four Quaithe people were silent for a moment.

They found it difficult to understand and felt it was incredible.

However, none of the courtiers around Magic Mountain showed that Magic Mountain was talking nonsense. Their expressions towards Magic Mountain clearly showed that they believed it without a doubt.

The snow-white paper that they had never seen before was right in front of them. This was undoubtedly a new thing, never seen before.

In the naval battle, the other side's hundred warships destroyed more than six hundred Quaithe warships. The sea was full of the wreckage of warships. When a large number of Quaithe naval reinforcements surrounded them, two warships with cannons still escaped. All those who went to chase them were sunk one by one. Finally, thousands of Quaithe naval warships could only watch helplessly as the two cannon ships sailed away into the depths of the sea.

"I swear in the names of the Red God, the Blood God, the Seven Gods, the Old Gods, and the Immortal Witch God, the new bows and arrows I speak of are all real." The Mountain leaned back, his gaze naturally condescending. "After Qarth submits, a brand new civilized world will be ushered in." He looked at King Hoen. "Your Majesty Hoen, I am very confident in cooperating with you. The science of the Westerosi is magic. Perhaps in ten days, I can show you the new bow and arrow that is unique to me. I have given it a new name: Gunpowder Musket! It's about as long as this dagger of mine, and can be stuck in the waist without having to be carried on the back. It will be the world's first newest short-handled bow and arrow."