Chapter 372
Grand Maester Pycelle is 84 years old this year, a handsome old man in Whitebeard who was pretty and healthy a few years ago.
I can watch the stars and the moon with the elder sisters of Street of Silk every night, but I was frightened by Tyrion and thrown into a black jail for a few months.
Although the person came out, the kidney seems to have been lost in the prison, and he can no longer lift his head and walk like a fly.
old fogey trembled up the tower, hurriedly took out the letter from the crow's leg, just glanced at it, and exclaimed "The Seven bless" with excitement!
After tossing back and forth for half an hour, several steps away from the entrance of the Conference Hall, he held up the letterhead and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, Queen, rejoice! The Demon Dragon witch has retreated, The army suffered heavy casualties, even the Demon Dragon suffered heavy losses, we are victorious!"
"What? Shoot the dragon?" Ser Harys exclaimed in shock.
"Is the Demon Dragon girl dead?" Little Rose asked eagerly.
"Not dead." Pycelle gasped, leaning against the door frame.
"Then how badly is she injured? How long can she last?" Boros hurriedly got up from his chair, walked to the door and took the letter.
"Uh..." After watching for a while, White Cloak, who entered the second palace, embarrassedly said, "It hasn't even started yet. What do you say?"
" Hey, why don't you understand unspoken implication? Look," Grand Maester Pycelle took back the letter and read aloud: "Scorpion completely restrained dragon, Demon Dragon terrified and over-cautious, hesitant, after a wave of arrows , Demon Dragon is helpless and retreats with hatred.
Our army occupies the commanding heights, and Windwyrm's crossbow arrows cover Stone Drum. There is no victory and no defeat, and we can hold on for at least a month.
I hope Ser Meryn Trant Don't rush into the march, and if the battleship doesn't have a Scorpion installed, don't go out to sea to avoid running into the Mother of Demon Dragons' fleet."
"See, reading between the lines, I seem to see Ser Lucion confident The smiling face of Lucion. Lucion's personality, it is known.
Honest and steady, serious, reserved. He said no problem, it must be no problem." Grand Maester emphasized.
"Yes, I watched Lucion grow up, and that child never spoke big words." Ser Harys from Westerlands voted to approves.
Little Rose lazily sat back in the chair and said ill-humoredly: "The dragon isn't dead, the Dragon Queen isn't injured, and the other party hasn't even died yet. What are you excited about?"
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"Your Majesty, you don't understand, Scorpion was invented by us Maester, and there are 500 brand new Scorpions in the Red Keep arsenal.
At this time Dragonstone determined the role of Scorpion , we will no longer have to sleep and sleep, and bear the Heart Demon female riding dragon to burn the Red Keep." Pycelle said resolutely.
Little Rose thought about it, and nodded it.
After being picked up from the Great Sept by Earl Tarly, she really thought about running back to Highgarden immediately.
In addition to the fear of High Sparrow occupying King's Landing, and the fear that the Dragon Queen will burn the Red Keep and burn oneself as Harren the Black - Margaery received a letter from Citadel after leaving the Great Sept third day.
If Scorpion is as strong as it appears on paper (Westeros' Scorpion hasn't killed a dragon yet), then Red Keep is at least safe.
"Dragon Queen only came to Westeros a few days ago, how did you guys build 500 Scorpions so quickly? Are Scorpions easy to make?" she said curiously.
"On the contrary, only the toughest golden wood, the strongest animal tendons, and the strongest shrapnel can become the material for the crossbow machine.
The building process involves complex mathematical operations. It also requires top craftsmen to spend a lot of time and energy to carve standardized parts.
Finally, Maester personally shot, according to the blueprint, step by step to combine the parts into a crossbow machine."
"And , a crossbow machine costs as much as 150 Golden Dragons, which is more expensive than the ransom of ordinary Knights, and it takes a top craftsman one and a half months to complete." Pycelle sighed.
"Then why does the Red Keep have so many Scorpions?" Ser Harys wondered.
"It's Duke Tywin!" Pycelle said reverently, "He's far-sighted, and about a year and a half ago, before Chaos of Four Kings was over, he sent me a letter asking me to find Scorpion's at the Imperial Family Library. Build a blueprint.
According to the design drawings, materials are purchased from all over the world, and top craftsmen from Dozens are hired from Myr, Qohor, Tyrosh and other city-states, and more than a thousand experienced Smith and carpenter slaves are purchased. "
Little Rose was stunned and said incredulously: "He knew the news of the Mother of Demon Dragons then? Guess the situation today?"
Pycelle looked deeply. The Rose Queen of Highgarden glanced and said, "Do you know Brave Companions?"
"Bloody Mummers?"
Harys complained, "Lord Tywin has done the worst thing in his life. What happened was that they hired Qohor mercenaries. Bloody Mummers disobeyed discipline and had no honor.
At that time, Lord Tywin was still in Harrenhal, and Bloody Mummers dared to kill my squire. Later, they joined the northerners, and even cut them off. Jaime's dominant hand."
"Maybe." Pycelle didn't like the Bloody Mummers either. It was the Bloody Mummers who ravaged the Three Rivers and disturbed the people of the Riverlands, so they had to come to King's Landing. Sparrow.
Well, High Sparrow is also from the Riverlands.
Little Rose looked thoughtful and said: "Did Duke Tywin hear the news of Demon Dragon when he hired Brave Companions, and started to build Scorpion to defend against Demon Dragon?"
"Defense ?" Pycelle sneered at first, then looked disappointed, "Scorpion is just a backup plan, just in case, who would think 'in case' really comes..."
"Damn it. Braavos bastard with so many Golden Dragons..." old Maester cursed in such a low voice that no one else could even hear what he was muttering.
"What about craftsmen and slaves? Can you build more Scorpions to arm the entire King's Landing?" White Cloak Boros asked.
"Then ask Mr. Kevan, the craftsmen, slaves, and materials are all in Westerlands, in Casterly Rock."
"Cuck——" There was a faint crow in the rain curtain in the distance outside the window. The minister and queen in the Conference Hall did not pay attention to the sound, but Tommen, who was staring at the window in a daze, shouted: "Pycelle master, I see the crow. The wings of black bring news of black."
Pycelle was stunned, walked to the window and looked into it, but did not see the silhouette of the crow, and said casually: "Your Majesty, no matter the good news or the bad news, we will use the black crow to deliver it.
The Crow's Nest also has White Raven, but the White Raven's viability is too low to be as fierce as the Black Crow."
"I really saw the crow," Tommen insisted.
"This is the Red Keep, and nobles often send letters here." Grand Maester didn't care.
"Since Ser Lucion is confident of battering the Rebellion, should Ser Meryn Trant go to reinforce Dragonstone? As planned, he should be heading out to sea with a thousand Gold Cloak this afternoon." Ser Boros asked.
"Ser Harys, what do you think?" Pycelle wondered.
After pondering for a moment, the bald old man waved his hand and made a slashing action, and said in a gloomy voice: "It's time for support. Dragonstone has a difficult terrain and can easily hit a one-to-ten battle damage ratio. We are one, Demon Dragon. Army Ten.
As news of Targaryen's dragon-riding return spreads, it's inevitable that there will be dissent within Seven Kingdoms.
We're turning Dragonstone into a slaughterhouse and strangling Seven The rebels in the Kingdoms who are still loyal to Demon Dragon."
"Well, Ser, you're right." Pycelle glanced at the bald Ser with admiration, and said, "You can get fifty Scorpions each and put them in place. On the ship..."
"deng deng deng..." A rush of running outside the door interrupted Grand Maester's words, and everyone frowned as they were pushed away violently. the door, and immediately yelled at him.
The gray-clothed Maester who rushed in yelled: "The major event is not good! Lord Pycelle, everyone and Your Majesty, Dragonstone has fallen, Ser Lucion has died, and the Dragon Queen has taken Dragonstone!"
"What?" The five bosses exclaimed in unison, and even Tommen, who had always been a matter of no concern to oneself, also called out.
Little Fatty is also nine years old and at least understands who is the enemy and who is the oneself.
"Maester Davensy, what are you talking about? I just received a letter from Ser Lucion, you..." Grand Maester held up the letterhead in his hand tremblingly, "You were in the Crow's Nest just now. , did you meet me in person to win the trust?"
Maester Davensy is in his early thirties, with a round nose, round face, and a bald head, and is Grand Maester's assistant.
Well, Grand Maester's assistant is also a knowledgeable Maester.
"Raven flew over again, from Dragonstone, the war was over, Dragon Queen took Dragonstone within an hour."
"How is it possible? Dragonstone has Scorpion, and dragon doesn't dare Come close, could that woman be Magic?" Pycelle face deathly pale.
"Uh, she really knows witchcraft!" Several people looked at Grand Maester who was in a hurry and shouted.
"I mean..." Pycelle waved his hands unconsciously, "What Magic can break through... Forget it, send me the letter."
With that, old Maester stepped forward and snatched the letterhead.
"The letter was sent by that woman, let's take the money to redeem the man, and if we don't give the money, send it to Wall to be a black clothed person. Why are there only thirty-two soldiers?" Grand Maester muttered.
Little Rose looked shocked and said in horror: "Dead, four hundred guards, only thirty-two..."
"Hi, Demoness So vicious!" Bald Ser's scalp tingled.
"Not only vicious, but also greedy," Pycelle slowly put down the letter, "10 Golden Dragon ransoms for a soldier, 5,000 for Ser Peake."
"She's crazy? "
...
"Are you crazy?"
Dragonstone, in the reclining giant dragon-shaped hall, Ser Titus Peake Barely opening his bruised eyes, he stared at the Dragon Queen on the Blackstone Throne.
"I'm just a Ser, and Ser's ransom won't exceed 300 Golden Dragon. 5,000? Do you take me for Jaime Lannister?"
"Stupid|fuck, Jaime Lannister Kneeling in front of me and yelling alive?" Dany tilted his head, looking down on.
"But I'm not worth five thousand Golden Dragon!" Titus Peake said aggrieved.
Dany just waited for this sentence, and immediately said: "Then put on black clothed and go to guard the Wall."
"I have a wife, and I can't bear... "
"Your wife is beautiful?" Dany said curiously.
“His wife is an ordinary-looking Lannister sidekick,” Old Crab said.
The black armored Ser, who had made a lot of nonsense to slay the dragon before, looked at the Dragon Queen with pleading eyes and said sincerely: "Margot is not beautiful, but a wife is better than nothing, I can't bear the present Aristocratic life!"
Dany's mouth twitched a few times and asked, "Then how much can you bid?"
"Four hundred Golden Dragon, how?" Heijia Ser gritted his teeth. .
Dany waved his hand slyly, "Bronn, drag him out, if you don't get the ransom within a week, you'll pack it up and send it to the Wall."
"Don't—" Heijia Knight looked desperate and screamed shrilly.