Kago's eyes were cold and he spoke a few words of Dothraki.
Ed Stark didn't understand, but looked at the other person and didn't complain.
The man with long dark brown hair nodded slightly.
"good."
After all, he had heard about the Dothraki for a long time. They were a people on horseback and everyone was an expert in cavalry, so he nodded and agreed.
At this point, all the main commanders of the coalition forces have been assigned.
Viserys is a very special being in the formation, even more important than everyone else. He has to control the dragon to burn the army of dead men, and even face the threat of the Night King alone. In name, he is the same as Robert and the entire army.
commander in chief.
Soon after the meeting was disbanded, Viserys left the Twins with his guards on horses and returned to the Dothraki camp.
But he took one person away from the Twins, and that was the ancestor of the Targaryen family, Maester Aemon.
Maester Aemon was so old that all his contemporaries had long since died. He was born 200 years before Aegon's calendar.
He became the only lonely old ship in the new era, adhering to his oath on the desperate Great Wall. He had no relatives or friends, and could only face the white snowflakes outside the Great Wall.
And now, after all the hardships, he has finally met his few relatives in this world, but he is also the great-grandson of his younger brother Aegon, three generations apart.
"You look a lot like Aegon...your bloodline is also very pure. I feel the power of blood and fire from your body..."
Maester Aemon, who had a pair of white blind eyes, touched the outline of Viserys's cheek with his hand and roughly knew what his great-nephew looked like.
Aegon V is Aemon's younger brother. He has long silver hair, a tall figure, and a very handsome face. According to rumors, he was born with the temperament of a king, and even attracted his elder sister and younger sister to give him aphrodisiacs to compete for him.
Then Aemon spoke tremblingly.
"Little Viserys, have you married your own wife?"
And Viserys naturally knew that the 'Aegon' mentioned by Uncle Zeng was Aegon V, his great-grandfather, and not the little Aegon whose identity was yet to be confirmed, so he nodded and said.
"Not married yet, Mr. Zeng."
"But there is already an engagement, and the fiancée is the princess of Dorne."
"Princess of Dorne? Is the marriage contract concluded because of the alliance?"
The old man sat on a chair and listened quietly to Viserys, and then asked.
Viserys was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Um."
Then he saw the white-haired old man in front of him with his toothless mouth open, and he let out a hearty laugh with a hoarse voice, and then he spoke.
"You did the right thing, little Viserys..."
"Since I have inherited the throne, I must kill the boy in my heart..."
"Remember, to kill the boy in your heart, you have to marry a wife with a suitable status, not a wife you love or love you."
"However, in order to maintain the stability of the kingdom, it is an ancient tradition for our family to marry Dorne."
The Targaryens and the Martells of Dorne were originally sworn enemies, but unexpectedly they became deep-rooted allies later on.
The reason is that marriages between the two clans are extremely frequent, and almost every few generations of kings there will be a queen from Dorne.
"My grandfather is Daeron II, my grandmother is the princess of Dorne, Milia Martell, and my mother is also from Dorne and is Diana Dain of the Dain family. She married my
Father Meka.”
Maester Aemon's voice was trembling and he even had difficulty speaking. He occasionally needed to stop and take a few breaths.
However, the old man still chattered endlessly and seemed to have a lot to say, and Viserys listened patiently and learned a lot of wisdom.
Afterwards, Viserys wanted to take Maester Aemon to Pentos by ship, but the old man insisted on staying on the battlefield and adhering to his oath of the Night's Watch.
...
The coalition forces are actively preparing to deal with the next White Walker attack.
And north of the Neck, the vast land that has been occupied by the Army of the Dead is filled with white wind and snow, everything is lonely, and filled with deathly silence.
A weak figure has heavy chains tied to his hands and feet. His head is disproportionately large, and there is a dark red blood scab on his protruding forehead. He is ugly, with two eyes, one green and one black, and a head of golden hair.
And a messy beard.
He is Tyrion Lannister who narrowly escaped death in the cellars of Moat Cailin.
The wildfire explosion spread over a wide area, but Tyrion survived by hiding underground.
The shock wave of the explosion destroyed the cellar wall, allowing him to regain his freedom, but the chains on his hands and feet were still not broken.
Tyrion was buried under the rubble for an unknown amount of time. The Night King survived the explosion of wildfire unharmed, and then continued to move south. The army of the dead also followed, which allowed Tyrion to retrieve it again.
Saved a life.
After regaining consciousness, Tyrion climbed out of the ruins with his bare hands after all the hardships, his hands stained with blood, and then began to drag heavy chains and wander aimlessly in the North, which had become a dead zone.
He was looking forward to meeting anyone with whom he could communicate, but unfortunately he did not meet him. However, Tyrion was also lucky enough not to encounter any stray wights.
During this period, Tyrion relied on chewing tree bark, vegetation, and frozen hard corpses. As long as he could chew anything, he was willing to work hard to survive.
But on this day.
Tyrion, who had reached the physical and mental limits of his confusion, accidentally fell into a trap, but the first thing he thought of after falling was not fear, but ecstasy, complete ecstasy, and then he fainted.
.
"Based on the family emblem on his body, he may be Tyrion Lannister, the second son of Tywin Lannister, Warden of the West."
Benyan weighed the golden lion badge he took off from Tyrion slightly in his hand, and then said.
"Is he the little devil?"
When Ser Alliser Thorne saw the ugly dwarf on the ground, he spat. He originally thought it was prey, but he didn't expect it to be an imp.
"Thankfully you reacted quickly, otherwise I almost thought he was a ghoul and chopped him with a knife."
"Should we take him and leave?"
On the other side, Yoren, the Wandering Crow, hesitated and asked. It is not a simple matter when it involves a big noble, and it might end up causing a lot of trouble.
"Of course! My brother!"
"Where do you want to go? Please take me with you."
"You also know that 'Lannister debts must be paid', and I am a Lannister."
"My father is the Duke of Casterly Rock. Do you like gold? Beauty, castle? All these things are available as long as you rescue me."
At this time, Tyrion, who had quietly woken up on the ground, had been eavesdropping on their conversation for a long time.
It wasn't until he was sure that they were in no danger that he suddenly opened his eyes and spoke.
And a fainted person suddenly spoke, and said a lot of words, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, which shocked everyone present.
Bunyan hesitated slightly, and then spoke.
"We were also saved by others, and we were also entrusted by others to go find Viserys."