King's Landing, Red Fort, Imperial Conference Hall.
At the heavy long table, the atmosphere was depressing.
Prime Minister Jon Allin's face was ashen, his wrinkled hands were pressed tightly on the table, and his eyes stabbed at Intelligence Chief Varys:
"Varys, what the hell is going on?"
Just yesterday, the king's flagship fled back to King's Landing like a bereaved dog, bringing back bad news that was enough to shake the Seven Kingdoms.
The huge Seven Nations Fleet was ambushed off Bloodstone Island and wiped out.
Countless nobles, knights, and soldiers have not been killed.
King Robert was furious and vowed to insert the head of the Oriental man in King's Landing.
However, when Duke Eddard Stark revealed that the Orientals had a dragon in their hands, everyone, including the king, fell silent.
Varys' smile was uglier than crying at the moment, he twisted his smooth fingers, and his voice was sharp and frightened: "Your Excellency, please forgive me for my mistake, I have failed to verify the authenticity of Sir Jorah's intelligence, and now it seems that it is most likely an elaborate hoax: :"
Lanli Baratheon let out a sneer full of sarcasm: "Negligence? 'Very likely'? Lord Varys, do you know that because of your "negligence", half of the prominent families of the Seven Kingdoms lost their family heads and heirs, 40,000 elite troops, and 80,000 civilian men who followed the army, and they were buried in the belly of a fish or reduced to prisoners. "
Eddard, Duke of Winterfell, attended the meeting as an exception with the king's permission, and his frowning brows were full of worry: "My lords, it is too early to hold them accountable, and the top priority is how to rescue those captives who have fallen into the hands of the enemy." "
His heart was bitter and churning, the northern border sent thousands of troops this time, and dozens of vassal lords fell into the hands of the enemy.
The names of the Great Jon Amber and his heirs, Lady Maggie Mormont, and Count Rickard Carstock were like boulders pressing on his heart.
The reaction of the princes of the northern border when they learned the news gave him a headache just thinking about it.
Heavy footsteps sounded, and King Robert swaggered out the door.
He was followed by four imperial guards in white robes.
They are Sir Barristan Selmi, Sir James Lannister, Sir Burroughs Braun and Sir Alex Ockhart.
Sir Barristan followed King Robert into the chamber, and the other three guards closed the door of the chamber and stood outside.
King Robert's face was so gloomy that he could drip water, and he sat on the main seat, his eyes swept over the crowd, and his voice was filled with suppressed anger:
"Let's talk about it! What can be done about that damn oriental mongrel, and the ——— dragon he raised?! "
Jon Allin took a deep breath and said bluntly: "Your Majesty, the losses caused by the defeat of this war are beyond imagination, the royal fleet and Lord Redwin's warships have been wiped out, and we can no longer support a war of the same scale." "
Robert slammed his fist on the table, shaking the cups and plates: "Are we going to let that Oriental man go unpunished, gather a large army in the Stone Steps Islands, and invade Westeros?" "
Duke Edd said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the situation is not that bad, although he has dragons, Westeros has a record of killing dragons." "
Grand Scholar Paixier opened the heavy texts at the right time and interjected tremblingly: "In the 10th year of Aegon calendar, Rhaenys Targaryen, the queen of Aegon the Conqueror, rode the dragon Mirasis to attack the Dorne Gate Fortress, and a heavy iron arrow fired from the ballista at the city gate happened to pierce Mirasis' eyes, and the dragon fell with the queen. "
A glimmer of hope lit up in Robert's eyes: "How big is Mirasis? How does it compare to that golden dragon? "
Pasil pushed his glasses: "Mirasis was born on Dragonstone before the War of Conquest, and was about a hundred years old, according to Lord Ed's description,
The golden dragon was more than two hundred feet long—the two should not be far apart. "
Lan Li asked: "So, the age of that golden dragon may also be about a hundred years old?" "
Pasil nodded cautiously: "According to common sense, it is indeed possible." "
"Seven levels of hell..."
Robert roared angrily: "The dragons of Targaryen have been extinct for more than a century, and from which stone did this thing jump out? "
Pasil continued: "Your Majesty, I consulted a Botu who specializes in oriental studies in the school city, and he mentioned that there has always been an ancient legend that dragons still exist in the shadowlands of the Far East.
It is likely that the wizard of the land tamed the dragon's undead spell combined with its resurrected corpse there, and this person may have studied the forbidden spell in Yaxia. "
Jon Arryn turned to Pasil: "Master Pasil, last time I asked the school city to recommend a study soil that is proficient in undead spells and oriental witchcraft, is there any news?" "
Pasil looked embarrassed: "Mr. Prime Minister, the school city - there has been no reply yet." "
Robert pondered for a moment, and then made a decision: "The kind of giant crossbow used by the Dorn people will immediately be imitated by craftsmen and set up for me at the head of King's Landing!" And, Jon, our warship, must be equipped with a heavy crossbow that can shoot dragons! "
Jon sighed tiredly and continued to report: "Your Majesty, I have sent the Chancellor of the Exchequer Petyr to supervise the construction of a batch of giant scorpion crossbows, but that heavy crossbow has a special process and costs a lot of money..."
Lan Li interjected: "I have read historical records that when the Order rebelled, the walls of the old town were covered with crossbows, scorpion crossbows, fire-breathing crossbows and trebuchets, just to fight against Megar I and his dragons, and we may be able to follow suit."
Pasil's lips moved, and he hesitated to speak,
He wanted to remind Duke Lanley that Megher's mount was the terrifying "Black Death" Bellerion—
Jon frowned: "These heavy crossbows are expensive, and we can only arm the defense of King's Landing with all our might, as for the warships—I am angry and blunt, Your Majesty, we can currently mobilize less than ten warships—"
Robert roared irritably: "Then make it!" And also... Let the iron species of the Iron Islands row all their longboats over to me!" "
Jon looked directly at the king, his tone heavy and helpless: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, the treasury is now empty, and I can't even get a golden dragon to build a new ship." "
Robert's face instantly turned pig liver: "There is no boat!" There is no crossbow! No money! Then tell me what to do? Are you sitting here, waiting for the dragon to fly over and roast us all?! "
Duke Edd spoke again, his voice earnest: "Your Majesty, the top priority is to rescue the captured noble lords in order to stabilize the hearts of the people in the kingdom." "
Pasil asked worriedly: "Your Excellency, what if the Oriental wizard insists on not letting people go?" "
Jon Allin snatched the conversation, his voice low but clear:
"We can only try to make peace with him.
Tell them that the Seven Kingdoms are not so easy to conquer. In this way, perhaps it would be a fool's dream to dispel his ambitions, but a temporary truce should be possible.
Then we must redeem the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms....."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were focused on him.