The Mountain of Ice and Fire

In the air, the Mountain watched Daenerys: "Daenerys, Jon is no match for Arianne. Although Rhaegal didn't throw him off and barely accepted him, I think he still needs a long period of adaptation. Obviously, his dragon language isn't familiar either."

"Jon is a Targaryen, and I believe he will adjust quickly. In the meantime, I have taught him the dragon language."

"Just a few simple sentences?" The Mountain's tone was laced with laughter.

Daenerys stared at the Mountain, sensing that he had some plan that was unfavorable to her, like a cat staring at a little mouse poking its head out of a hole. The Mountain was the cat, and she was the little mouse.

The Mountain's dragon had the advantage, so why didn't he attack?

"Arianne helped Stannis defeat your entire left wing, so your defeat is already certain. I predict the white dragon Viserion will go east and crush the Iron Islands fleet again. What do you think?" The Mountain said leisurely with a smile.

"Jon will kill Arianne," Daenerys said, maintaining her composure despite being just a teenager.

"You're very confident in Jon."

"He's a Targaryen."

"But you killed his girlfriend and his brothers in black."

"The culprit was Bran Stark."

"The culprit is you. You are the Queen, and Bran is just your courtier."

"The Green Prophet is not a courtier of anyone; he belongs only to himself."

Oh! This surprised the Mountain! His judgment of Bran seemed to have deviated a bit. Indeed, Bran is Bloodraven, and Bloodraven no longer belongs to anyone. He may already be a demigod, like the Night King.

"But you still let the culprit Bran go, and you don't even know which direction he went."

"Bran is not my courtier, nor is he my enemy."

"He is a prophet who wants to kill me, which benefits you, so when he disregards your royal authority, you choose to tolerate it." The Mountain was spot on. His insight was not comparable to the reckless and brutal Mountain of the past.

"How I do things is my business. Enough talk, Mountain, you have a dragon, attack!" Daenerys shouted coldly.

Attack, the Mountain did want to, but if a dragon flame swept over and he couldn't dodge it, that wouldn't be fun.

Defense and counterattack were the best tactics. As long as you attack, there will be weaknesses. The Mountain knew he couldn't afford to fail.

"Daenerys, I won't choose to kill you; I want you to submit. When I came last time, the white paper, snow salt, noodles, sunken water bay drawings, and gold-inlaid jade chopsticks that I gave you, where have you seen them, where have you heard of them? In my territory, Castamere, my people's drinking water comes from aerial aqueducts, not ground ditches. Drinking water and washing water are no longer in the same pool, and every household has indoor toilets instead of relieving themselves anywhere. These are the true signs of civilization. In Tarbeck Hall and Castamere, my people have planted mulberry trees and raised the first batch of silkworms before autumn arrives. When winter passes, Westeros will begin to have its own silk, not relying entirely on imports from the East."

The Mountain's eloquence was like a rushing river.

"Seeking welfare for the people and creating civilization for the world is what a son of god should do. Not long ago, in the North, I killed the Night King, not for my own selfish ambition, but to save the North and the Starks, including the entire human race. There are gods in the world, and I am the will of the gods walking on the earth."

After proclaiming himself a son of god, the Mountain changed the subject and talked about politics, "The slavery in Essos must be completely abolished, but you are just compromising with the slave owners. The servant market in Pentos is a slave market, and you know it. And the Free City of Volantis is the connection point between the eastern and western slave markets. Eastern slave owners sail to Volantis to buy slaves, while western nobles sell prisoners of war, civilians, and criminals as slaves to Volantis. Although you claim to be the liberator of slaves, you have done nothing. After you leave Slaver's Bay, your butcher king becomes another bigger slave owner."

"You know that the king I appointed in Slaver's Bay... is a butcher?" Daenerys was shocked. The Mountain's information seemed... too well-informed, making her wary. Oh, right, it must be Tyrion who told him. That despicable Tyrion, a contemptible traitor. When Bran Stark took Tyrion away, he said he saw fragments of Tyrion's future, and Bran said Tyrion would be of great use in the future. She wondered what use that dwarf, who had already sworn allegiance to the Mountain, could still have.

Daenerys was shocked and suspicious, and her expression was uncertain!

The Mountain continued eloquently: "Daenerys, you left Slaver's Bay to attack Westeros, so of course you need to find someone to be the king of Slaver's Bay. And a butcher, because he led the slaves to resist the slave owners, joined your side, and fought bravely with the slave owners, was favored by you, so when you left Slaver's Bay, you made him the king of Slaver's Bay, to take care of Astapor, Yunkai, and Meereen for you. But if you ride your dragon back now, you will find that the butcher is turning other people into slaves, no different from the previous slave owners, except that the previous slaves were poor people, and this time the slaves are the defeated slave owners and anyone who opposes the butcher. The butcher king is still implementing the complete slavery system that he hated the most."

"How would you know?" Daenerys asked sharply. Even she herself didn't know these things.

"Daenerys, I am Azor Ahai reborn, the Lightbringer, and I am destined to rebuild a new civilized world. My first step is to start by killing the Night King and saving the human race. Daenerys, liberator of slaves, I need your help."

"You need my submission," Daenerys said coldly.

The Mountain's long speech continued, like a rushing river: "Daenerys, if you can order a truce and go with me to Oldtown in Westeros, there is a Citadel there, full of maesters. The Citadel has mathematicians, doctors, architects, weapon masters, planting masters, historians, mineralogists, wandering singers and bards, and believers and high priests of various gods."

"The library in the Citadel has more than 100,000 volumes, and science and theology converge at one point in the Starry Sept of the Citadel. Currently, science is prevalent, and theology is weak, but the dragon glass candles have ignited spontaneously, and theology has begun to revive with the appearance of dragons."

"But in my eyes, science is actually theology. I will give the scientific knowledge that God has given me to the maesters of the Citadel to realize one by one, thereby changing this world. But the maesters need the protection of power to change the world, otherwise a foolish king can cut off the heads of the knowledgeable maesters with a casual order, and I cannot tolerate this, so I must first control power and get the help of more people. Daenerys, I hope you can be one of them."

Daenerys opened her rosy little mouth, but couldn't say another word. She looked at the Mountain with a completely strange gaze, and with very cautious doubt.

These words flowed smoothly, but why didn't it seem like nonsense coming from the mouth of the Mountain, who was famous for his brutality and terror? These words seemed to really flicker with wisdom.

The Mountain was good at reasoning?! This was too absurd!!!

Daenerys's impression of the Mountain came from Varys, Tyrion, Barristan Selmy the Bold, and Jorah Mormont. All the fierce generals and courtiers under her command believed that the Mountain was brutal and terrifying, killed people like flies, was illiterate, was the worst of the Seven Kingdoms, the worst of the worst, and must be eliminated.

"Daenerys, if you are willing to call a truce, we can immediately save the lives of tens of thousands of people. I will prove that everything I have said to you is true. I need your help to bring a higher level of civilization, wealth, peace, and auspiciousness to this world, instead of war, killing, power, and blood. The Iron Throne should not be your only desire, and your life should have more beautiful things." The Mountain's words at the end were actually full of sincerity.

This was unbelievable to Daenerys! Daenerys clearly felt that the Mountain's words brought confused disorder to her mind—

On the other side, Arianne had been aiming at the Mountain and Daenerys. Her heart was wrapped in inexplicable jealousy, and the evaporation of that jealousy came from the Mountain wanting Daenerys to submit. In Arianne's understanding, only a close relationship between men and women could achieve this. However, the Mountain had told Arianne about his desire for Daenerys to submit long ago, not just in the air above this sea. Before this, Arianne had no discomfort. But now, Arianne found that her feelings had suddenly changed...

This was also something she herself couldn't accept...

Arianne admired her uncle Prince Oberyn Martell. She disdained to care about any man, and wouldn't really like only one person. If she took a fancy to handsome and brave men, Arianne would take the initiative to enjoy the joy of fish and water, just like her uncle Oberyn Martell, loving one after another, men and women alike, with a dissolute private life.

Oberyn had eight known bastards by his side, and even more unknown bastards. He roamed the continent of Essos when he was young, established his own mercenary team, and leaving his love everywhere was a normal part of life. Arianne Martell and the other eight bastard daughters of Oberyn had admired Oberyn since childhood, and learned the essence of Oberyn's dissolute private life through their exposure. Arianne could like many outstanding men, and those men could also like any women they liked...

But suddenly, Arianne realized that she seemed to no longer be herself... She had a voice in her heart shouting to her: She couldn't let Daenerys submit to the Mountain! She found that she couldn't suppress this voice.

The unwarranted and irrational jealousy made Arianne Martell feel uncomfortable and restless. She drove the white dragon to the east of the battlefield and launched a frenzied attack on Asha's fleet, which had an overwhelming advantage. And Jon was once again far behind her.

Rhaegal and Jon had no tacit understanding yet, and Jon's mastery of dragon language, as the Mountain had predicted, was not proficient.

Jon, with only a burst of enthusiasm, could not make up for the obvious lack of dragon riding ability.

He still needed time!

The Ironborn of the Iron Islands immediately scattered in all directions under the attack of the white dragon. The Ironborn were one of the most skilled navies, and they were also a smooth group that would retreat immediately if they saw the situation was not good. On the north side of the battlefield, although Jorah, Barristan, Rakharo, Asha, and Daario were all fierce generals, the Dothraki soldiers who followed them were all rookies in naval warfare. Most of the soldiers had not yet learned to move freely in the waves, and they could not avoid being affected by the violent shaking of the ship.

The situation of the entire naval battle was rapidly tilting towards the Mountain's side!

Because the white dragon ignited many ships in Daenerys's left-wing fleet, affected by the flames, Stannis's victorious fleet had not been able to quickly encircle Jorah and others from behind. Once they encircled them, Daenerys's fleet would be completely wiped out. The Dothraki cavalry, Unsullied, and mercenaries on board would all be buried in the sea.

The courage of not being afraid of death cannot lastingly make up for the serious lack of combat power itself!

The difference between naval warfare and land warfare was too great!

"Call a truce, Daenerys, let us save the lives of tens of thousands of Dothraki people below. Behind every Dothraki warrior, there is a family on the grassland."

"I agree to a truce, but I will never submit. We are equal and peaceful."

The Mountain pretended to be silent for a moment. Even if he pretended to think, he had a mighty and unparalleled aura. The fierce appearance, the burly figure, and the dragon brought too many psychological advantages to the Mountain in terms of deterrence.

"Okay, I agree, let's restart our previous peace agreement." The Mountain seemed to have made a difficult decision.

"That's good, let's order a truce together." Daenerys felt relieved, but her tone was still stern, and her expression was still majestic. In front of the Mountain, she tried her best to maintain her dignity and demeanor as a queen. It was difficult, but she did it.

The Mountain raised his hand and let out an almost overwhelming roar: "Truce!"

Daenerys also raised her hand, driving Drogon to fly low and circle: "Stop fighting, stop fighting."

In the east, Arianne Martell, who was driving the white dragon, felt a thud in her heart: Had Daenerys submitted to the Mountain? Was the Mountain going to establish a close relationship between men and women with Daenerys? She drove the white dragon and still chased the scattered Iron Islands fleet, spitting out fireballs one by one, hitting one warship after another.

Woo woo woo woo!

The horns of the truce sounded.

Woo woo woo woo!

More horns of the truce sounded!

"Arianne Martell, are you going to violate military orders?" Jon was anxious, chased after her and shouted sharply.

Arianne swooshed back, rushing towards Jon. Jon was taken aback and dodged awkwardly. Arianne shouted, "Jon, you are a fool, your Daenerys probably won't belong to you."

Arianne's words drifted in the air, and she swooshed away. She drove the white dragon as she pleased, almost becoming one with the dragon. Sure enough, the battle was the best trial for dragon knights and dragons. After this battle, the tacit cooperation between Jon and Rhaegal was also rapidly improving, but it was not shown under Arianne's suppression.

In the vast sea, the soldiers of both sides slowly stopped fighting.

Tens of thousands of people looked up together, gazing at their 'King' in the sky – the Demon Mountain and Daenerys. They saw Demon Mountain's dragon approach Daenerys, and Daenerys' Drogon roared, welcoming the sheep-stealing dragon of Demon Mountain. The sheep thief had originally been Drogon's leader, and the two had enjoyed a beautiful 'relationship.' Once the 'masters' had resolved their hostility, the positive emotions they released through the dragon-riding command would immediately be transmitted to the dragons.

"Daenerys, I am very happy to reach a peace agreement with you again," Demon Mountain extended a hand towards Daenerys, a giant hand. His eyes were full of sincerity, and there was no falsehood.

The two dragons flew side by side, one large and one small, like mother and child, or like lovers.

Daenerys extended her small hand towards Demon Mountain, but suddenly, her hand was gripped by a huge force. Her small body was lifted into the air, and an irresistible force came over her, lifting her into the air. Greatly surprised, before she could react, she fell into a man's embrace filled with rough气息.

"I'm sorry, Daenerys, you must submit! There will be no more peace agreements between us!"

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