The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Felix Martin, the Grand Scholar, blatantly lied, and Kevan successfully framed the situation!

This shows that Felix is Kevan's man.

Felix is the Grand Scholar who teaches the King to write, read, and learn etiquette.

Like the Mountain, Kevan is placing his own people around the King, and buying off those who aren't.

Mace Tyrell said, "Your Majesty, Lord Hand, how should we capture the traitor, the Mountain?"

"Use me as bait!" Kevan had already planned it out.

"How so?" Toman's voice had a pleasant childishness.

"The King sends the Captain of the Kingsguard to arrest me with the Royal Guards, confirming my treason. The Mountain wants me. Since I have submitted to the law, the Mountain has no reason to attack the city. The Mountain enters the city, and the King hosts a banquet, capturing Qyburn, Burney, Waggener, and the Mountain in one fell swoop, and beheading them for public display. With the chief culprits eliminated, the followers will be pardoned. The Mountain's army, without a leader, will naturally disintegrate," Kevan said slowly.

"Good idea!" Mace Tyrell said, "The Mountain's army comes from the Claw Isle, the Mountains of the Moon, the Westerlands, Iron Islands defectors, Northern defectors, and refugees from various places. The barbarians of Claw Isle only obey the Mountain alone, and the mountain tribes of the Mountains of the Moon are the same. The Westerlands army, having lost the Mountain, will turn to obey House Lannister. The surrendered Iron Islands soldiers can be released freely, and they will be grateful. As for the Northern defectors and refugee soldiers, as long as they are pardoned, they will disperse. The remaining few Clegane fanatics can be strangled by Captain Loras and Commander Benlont."

The hall was quiet for a moment!

This plan was vicious. If implemented successfully, the invincible Mountain's army would vanish like smoke.

King Tommen looked at Margaery, who extended her gentle hand and grasped King Tommen's hand, which gradually dispelled the child king's unease.

"The Iron Islands defectors will naturally be dealt with," Kevan said slowly.

"By whom?"

"Euron Crow's Eye. He has already issued orders. The Iron Fleet, which invaded the Reach, is rushing to Blackwater Bay in King's Landing and will arrive soon. The Mountain's fleet at Dragonstone will be completely destroyed. After we capture Waggener, the kingdom will lack a Master of Ships. Let Euron Crow's Eye be the Master of Ships, control him, and the kingdom's navy will become powerful and invincible."

"Is a pirate trustworthy?" Tommen frowned slightly.

"Your Majesty, we don't trust Crow's Eye. We just want him to kneel and submit, control him, and complete the unification of the Iron Islands."

"Lord Hand, we have already killed Euron Crow's Eye's remnants," Mace Tyrell reminded, "I'm afraid it will be difficult to subdue Euron."

"Lord Mace, there is no need to worry about Euron Crow's Eye. I have a way to control him. If Euron Crow's Eye can receive a royal pardon, he won't care about the lives of those remnants. The true core strength of the Iron Islands lies in the Iron Fleet. If the Iron Fleet coming to King's Landing loses Euron's control, the Iron Fleet will rampage in the Seven Kingdoms' waters, and no one can defeat them. The Iron Fleet has three hundred warships, while the Royal Navy Fleet only has seventy. Not letting Euron subdue the Iron Fleet will bring the greatest chaos to the Seven Kingdoms' waters. The Iron Fleet's commander, Victarion Greyjoy, is the Mountain at sea."

"The Mountain at sea? Then he should be beheaded even more!" Mace Tyrell said in a deep voice.

The Reach was ravaged by the Iron Fleet, which left unscathed. This was the shame of House Tyrell.

"Kill the Mountain on land first, then deal with the Mountain at sea," Kevan said lightly.

He naturally knew the Tyrell family's animosity towards the Iron Fleet, so he would first promise you what you wanted!

Half an hour later, everyone reached an agreement: Kevan would submit to the law, lure the Mountain into the city, and at the celebration banquet, capture the Master of War, the Mountain, the Grand Maester Qyburn, the Master of Whisperers Burney, and the Master of Ships Waggener, eliminating the Mountain's faction and himself in one fell swoop.

*

Dorne Sea, the Iron Fleet, hated by Duke Mace, roamed recklessly.

All merchant ships along the way were stopped and looted clean.

Merchant ships that paid money and goods, as long as they did not resist, could in principle leave safely.

Not killing the captains and crew who handed over money was a customary rule among pirates. Like the fish in a pond, if you catch them all every time, there will be no fish in the pond the next time you want to eat fish.

Meeting pirates, as long as you don't resist, you can usually save your life.

When the Iron Fleet passed the Arbor, which had a strong naval force, it did not conceal its whereabouts. Instead, three hundred warships formed a battle formation, drums beating loudly, and slowly sailed through the Arbor waters. The Redwyne family fleet, known as the invincible fleet at sea, formed a formation but only defended, not daring to intercept.

Another Redwyne fleet went to reinforce the Tyrell family in the Reach but was perfectly avoided by Victarion.

Not because of fear, but because there was no intention of fighting the Arbor fleet.

The Arbor, without its main fleet, could only defend and not attack.

The Iron Fleet swaggered past the Arbor, swept all the way, and arrived at the Dornish Sea outside Sunspear, the capital of Dorne.

Commander Victarion hosted the captains of each ship on his flagship.

The Iron Fleet made a fortune in the Reach, leveled all the way on the sea, and looted all the merchant ships it encountered. There were communication channels between merchant ships, and after the news spread, the Dornish Sea was already empty, as if there were no ships for thousands of miles.

Sunspear in Dorne had thirty warships, all huddled in the port, with crossbows and catapults densely arranged on the shore to prevent the Iron Fleet from attacking the port and looting the town.

The Iron Fleet had three hundred warships, while the Dornish port only had thirty. At sea, the strength of the two sides was too disparate!

However, Victarion had no intention of attacking Plankytown and the port of Sunspear in Dorne. The fleet stopped in the Dornish Bay, wandering singers sang hymns, and on his flagship, the 'Iron Victory', Victarion set up a banquet, inviting all the captains to his flagship, where everyone drank and made merry, celebrating the joyful reaping along the way.

Victarion was tall and mighty, wearing heavy armor and a sea monster helmet. He was a devout follower of the Drowned God. Even when sailing, he wore heavy armor and never worried about drowning in the sea. His guards and warriors, like him, adhered to Victarion's tough style.

"Commander, we received King Euron's orders some time ago. We have been advancing too slowly during this time," a captain who had drunk until his tongue was thick staggered to Victarion's side and glared.

He was the captain sent by Euron to monitor Victarion, named Francis Archill, not an Ironborn, but Euron's confidant pirate leader. In his other hand, he also held an iron chain, which locked the wife of a merchant captain. The captain had been killed by Francis, who then robbed his merchant ship, occupied the ship and his wife, and kept the captain's beautiful and sexy wife as a pet. At the other end of the chain, the captain's wife was curled up in a corner of the deck, like a dog, covered in bloody welts.

"Captain Francis, I have changed my mind. I'm not going to Blackwater Bay in King's Landing," Victarion said, taking off his sea monster helmet.

"What did you say?" Francis was stunned. "The Great King has issued a new order, demanding that we rush to Blackwater Bay."

"I know, but the place I'm going is Meereen. I'm going to see the Mother of Dragons."

"Go to Blackwater Bay first, then go to Meereen to see the Mother of Dragons," Francis ordered in a commanding tone, "Commander Victarion, are you trying to disobey orders?"

"Yes, Captain!" Victarion said coldly.

In the next instant, the iron helmet in Victarion's hand smashed into Francis's face, making a dull and cruel thud. Francis's face instantly deformed, and he fell to the ground with a crash. The iron chain in his hand was thrown aside.

Victarion's giant foot stepped on Francis's chest, and the iron helmet in his hand smashed down again violently. With a loud bang, the sound of bone cracking rang out crisply, and Francis's face became a bloody mess.

"Captain, killing enemies is one thing, but insulting ladies is another. My Iron Fleet warriors are never afraid to kill enemies, but they never humiliate the families and ladies of the enemy. You violated the rules when you were in the Shield Islands."

Whoosh!

Victarion drew the dagger from his waist and stabbed it down, nailing Francis's neck to the deck.

He slowly stood up, and the noisy sound on the entire deck completely quieted down.

"Captains, we looted several freighters from Slaver's Bay yesterday, and those captains told us some news. The Mother of Dragons is being besieged by the Good Masters in Meereen, and the situation is critical. I will change course and go to Meereen to rescue the Mother of Dragons. The most beautiful woman in the world is in urgent need of my axe." He took the heavy giant axe handed over by the guard, "Does anyone have any objections?"

The captains on the entire deck were silent to the point of suffocation!

A considerable number of the captains came from Euron Crow's Eye and were loyal subordinates of Euron, not Ironborn.

"If everyone has no objections, the fleet will immediately head east to Slaver's Bay in Meereen, where our true queen needs us to fight."

One captain stood up: "...Commander...are you going to betray King Euron...or are you following King Euron's orders to discuss a marriage alliance with the Mother of Dragons?"

"Euron has never been my true king, nor is he the king of the Iron Islands," Victarion said in a deep voice, "Captain Saxton, you committed the crime of insulting a lady when you were in the Shield Islands. Along the way, you also liked to kill captains who did not resist and humiliate the ladies on board. I now, in the name of the commander of the Iron Fleet, sentence you to death."

The giant axe whistled and struck out, hitting Saxton's chest. The heavy axe deeply penetrated Saxton's body, making a muffled sound of puff. The axe was pulled out, blood gushed out, and Saxton, another loyal subordinate of Crow's Eye, fell down.

Puff!

A captain in armor drew a short sword and stabbed it into the chest of a captain next to him.

Swish!

A short knife swept across, hitting the neck, almost severing it!

Suddenly, on the banquet deck of the Iron Victory, some captains launched a killing spree against other captains!

Those who attacked were all Ironborn captains in armor, and those who were killed were all unprepared pirate subordinates of Euron Crow's Eye. They were not Ironborn.

"Kneel and submit to me, and I will spare you from death," Victarion shouted sternly.

So, more than a dozen captains knelt down, kneeling in the blood of their comrades, and swore allegiance to Victarion.

Victarion strode to the woman whose neck was locked by the iron chain. His axe cut open the iron chain, and he reached out to help the woman up: "Madam, are you willing to stay and serve me, or do you want to leave with your ship and crew?"

The woman's face was pale, trembling, her eyes were frightened, and her lips were shaking.

"Madam, we fight, kill, rob, and pay iron price, but the Iron Fleet are fearless warriors and will not humiliate ladies."

A captain from Blacktyde said with a smile: "Madam, haven't you heard people sing praises of Commander Victarion in the tavern? He is the commander of the Iron Fleet, a fearless warrior. He dares to fight any enemy and never takes off his armor in naval battles, even when sailing. Our fleet warriors never humiliate ladies. We are not low-level, vulgar, and undisciplined Ironmen. The commander often teaches us to have respect for the enemy as well. I can't do that!"

The captain's words caused the other captains to laugh.

"Madam, you are very beautiful. If you are willing to serve me, I am happy for you to stay. If you want to leave, I will return your ship and crew," Victarion said.

"...I choose...to leave..." the woman said weakly.

"You all heard it," Victarion said, "Someone, take the madam to her ship, release all her crew, give them water and food, and let them leave."

More than a dozen pirate captains who followed Euron Crow's Eye looked at Victarion with strange and fearful eyes. They could not understand Victarion's incomprehensible behavior. The Ironborn were not a glorious people, and their notoriety was widespread, but what was Victarion doing? Letting such a beautiful woman choose whether to leave or stay could only be said to be another incomprehensible monster.

An hour later, a total of seven merchant ships chose to leave the Iron Fleet.

Victarion Greyjoy released a raven, telling Euron Crow's Eye and Lord Hand Kevan in King's Landing that they were speeding north to Blackwater Bay. However, the Iron Fleet set sail, turned east, and headed to distant Slaver's Bay to rescue Daenerys Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons, who was trapped in the siege of the Good Masters in Meereen.

The future Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, Queen of Meereen, Stormborn Princess of Dragonstone, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, Daenerys Targaryen, the Iron Fleet is coming!

*

King's Landing.

The morning after the rocket attack on the city.

A small side door of the Gods Gate opened a crack, and a court messenger flashed out and went alone to the Mountain's cavalry camp.

Whoosh!

An arrow shot over the court messenger's head, scaring the court messenger into a cold sweat. Ahead, a team of scouts flashed out from behind a large tree, with steeds and bows, flaunting their power.

"Stop!" the scout captain shouted proudly. This was a young general, riding a tall and handsome purebred horse from Claw Isle, with four knights beside him, all his family guards.

The young man was Comm Warner, the Mountain's squire. He was the head of the Warner family, and he was always accompanied by four of the tribe's bravest guards.

"Sir, I am the King's messenger. His Majesty has a secret letter to meet with Lord Mountain."

Komm Varner signaled with his eyes, and a guard rode over, reached out, and lifted the messenger, placing him across the horse's back. With a whoop from Komm Varner, the five horses sped off like lightning, heading towards the Mountain's central army tent.

*

The Mountain took the letter from the messenger. The wax seal was indeed the King's seal, but that didn't prove anything; others could apply the King's seal as well.

The Mountain crushed the wax seal, unfolded the letter, and read it. The letter stated that Euron Greyjoy, the Crow's Eye, had confessed, exposing Kevan's collusion with the Iron Islands in a rebellion, with conclusive evidence. After the Hand of Justice, Mace, reported to His Majesty the King, Kevan had no choice but to submit to the law. Kevan and his cronies had already been arrested by the Kingsguard and imprisoned in the underground black cells. His Majesty the King praised the Mountain's military action of 'executing the treacherous Hand' and ordered the Mountain to enter the city at noon. His Majesty the King would hold a celebration banquet and reward the Mountain and his generals handsomely.

The Mountain read the letter and handed it to Maester Hallis. Maester Hallis read it and handed it to Maester Peggi (the tax maester dispatched to the Mountain's side by Prime Minister Kevan). Peggi read it and handed it to Captain Erlin… The letter went around in the hands of the generals before finally returning to the Mountain's hands.

The Mountain looked at the letter, then at the messenger. Maester Hallis stood up, about to say, "Duke, Kevan's sudden submission is too abrupt; I fear there's a trick!" Before the words could leave his mouth, the Mountain had already said to his adopted son, Landon Garre, "Is your sword sharp?"

"I wipe it every day; it's always very sharp, Father."

"Behead the messenger and display his head on a spear tip."

"Yes, Father."

Clang!

Landon Garre's longsword was drawn, as bright as autumn water!

The blade was indeed very sharp!

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