"Lord Tywin." Duke Lan Li soon arrived, dressed in a dark green velvet gown with a polite smile, "What are you looking for me?"

Duke Tywin motioned for the other party to sit down, and said, "There was good news from Tianhe City just now."

Duke Lanli thought of Sir Lancel who he had just seen outside, and said with a smile:

"Has Your Majesty conquered Tianji City?"

"Yes. And he captured the 'Red Viper,' alive." Duke Tywin didn't see a hint of strangeness on his face, "So, I would like to ask you to represent the Iron Throne in Yanghald City, tell Prince Doran the news, and tell him that the Iron Throne is willing to make peace with Dorne."

"Peace talks?" Duke Lan Li was slightly surprised.

"Yes." Duke Tywin said lightly, "The purpose of our war was to let the 'Red Viper' be judged, and since this person has been captured, there is no need to continue fighting."

Duke Lan Li nodded, obviously thinking it was a good idea:

"You're right. There's really no need to keep fighting, don't look at the city of Halberd right in front of you, but with the character of the Dorn, even if we conquer the city, they won't give in. Then there will be never-ending rebellion, harassment, and bloodshed...... Therefore, it is better to hold peace talks as soon as possible.

However, if you insist on the trial of the Red Viper, Prince Dolang may not agree to a truce. Even if Dorn doesn't have the ability to fight back, the Martell family will never submit to the Iron Throne again."

Duke Tywin bowed his head and said, "You can tell Prince Doran that as long as 'the Red Viper is willing to confess, I can allow him to put on a black robe and become a night watchman.'"

"Night's watchman?" Duke Lan Li was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile, "Although it is difficult to defend the Great Wall of Desperation, at least the 'Red Viper' can save a life. However, I am afraid that this condition alone may not be able to impress Prince Daolang."

"You can tell Doron that I can even marry Princess Mysera Baratheon to the Martell family, as long as Dorne is willing to submit."

"With this sincerity, I believe that Prince Daolang will not refuse." Duke Lan Li smiled happily, feeling that this condition should be in place, "Okay, then I'll go to Yang Halberd City."

Duke Tywin nodded in satisfaction, got up and poured two glasses of red wine himself, and handed one of them to Duke Lanley:

"I wish you success."

Duke Lanli took the wine glass, touched it with Duke Tywin, and said:

"For the peace of the Seven Kingdoms."

After saying that, he drank it all.

Out of the camp, Duke Lan Li went back to change his clothes, and then walked towards Yang Halberd City with his attendant "Knight of the Hundred Flowers" Loras Tyrell.

When he arrived at the gate of the camp, Duke Lanley found that Duke Tywin had also sent two men to accompany him.

"Sir Gregor, I didn't expect Lord Tywin to send you."

Duke Lan Li looked at the huge "Magic Mountain" Gregor Clegane beside him, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Yes, sir." Gregor muffled.

"Alright, let's go." Duke Lanli chuckled, thinking he had guessed Duke Tywin's intentions.

During the Wars of the Reelers, Lord Tywin led an army into King's Landing, and it was the Magic Mountain who killed Princess Elia Martell of Dorne, the wife of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, and her two children. ….

This blood feud has been remembered by the Martell family for more than ten years.

Now that Duke Tywin has sent the "Magic Mountain" Gregor Clegane to Halberd City, isn't that the equivalent of throwing a wild boar into a nest of poisonous snakes?

It turned out that Duke Tywin had also given such a big gift to the Martell family.

Duke Lan Li was suddenly more confident in this peace talks.

The mission consisted of four people, the last of whom was Duke Tywin's nephew, Davon Lannister.

When the defenders of Yang Halberd City learned of the situation, they put down the hanging baskets and pulled the four people up.

When it was the turn of Gregor Clegane of the "Magic Mountain", the first hanging basket disintegrated directly, and the knight of the West almost fell to death, but fortunately, the defenders were soon again

It took a lot of effort to get the giant up to the city.

Walking through the streets, the Duke of Lanli could clearly feel the undisguised hostility of the Dornés.

It's literally undisguised, because the Dornites shouted out directly:

"Kill them! Kill them!"

Prince Doran had to send soldiers to escort him all the way to save the emissary of the Iron Throne from the angry people of Dorne.

"Lord Lanli." In front of the old palace, Princess Aliane greeted him personally.

"Your Highness Arlene." Duke Lanli politely stepped forward and kissed the princess's finger.

"Feel the warmth of the Dorn?" Princess Arrene asked with a smile.

"I feel it." Duke Lan Li listened to the incessant roars and screams, and his smile did not decrease, "Sure enough, it is as hot as the sun."

"There's even hotter." Princess Arrene winked at Duke Lan Li and turned to lead the way.

The swaying figure looms under the light gauze clothes.

It's a pity that Duke Lan Li doesn't squint.

The group walked along the winding and narrow tower and came to a heavily guarded curved gate.

Then the embarrassing thing happened, the door was too small for everyone else to pass through, except for Sir Gregor Clegane, the "Magic Mountain", who was stuck.

"Are you Dornas all rats?" Sir Gregor roared in rage, trying to squeeze in, his massive body slamming the entire wall slightly, and the fine sand and gravel fell down.

"Sir Gregor, please go through the gate below." Princess Arrene said.

"Magic Mountain" ignored her, still stubbornly squeezing in, as if intending to force the door open.

Duke Lanli and the others hurriedly stepped forward to persuade them to persuade this rammed goods to leave.

Watching the "Magic Mountain" return the same way and walk down the city tower, Duke Lanli and the others continued to move forward.

But not long after leaving, I heard a loud shout of killing behind me.

Duke Lan Li stopped, as if he had expected this, and looked at Princess Alyne beside him with a smile:

"Is that how the Dornites greet guests?"

"It's the most enthusiastic way to do it." Princess Arrene smiled and turned to walk in the direction from which the voice came, as if she did not want to miss the big show.

Duke Lan Li and the others also followed.

Under the walls, Gregor Clegane, the "Magic Mountain", was already fighting with seven or eight Dorn, and no, his enemies were not only Dorn, but also a few Dorne vipers, spitting letters around his legs. ….

Gregor howled like a beast, and his greatsword swung wildly, slashing between the elbows of a Dorn.

The unfortunate bastard's skull spurted blood and brains and flew far away.

This sight immediately frightened many of the onlookers, but also angered many more Dorn.

Spear in hand, they swarmed upward, leaving a dozen bloody holes in Gregor's massive body.

"You rats!" Gregor roared wildly, slashing his greatsword into a circle, "Give me death!"

One by one, the spears were cut off, but the greatsword slipped with them.

Thinking that the "Magic Mountain" was exhausted, one of the knights of Dorne rushed up with a sword, intending to cut off his head.

Whoop –

The sword slashed into Gregor's shoulder, but it got stuck in the bone.

Before the knight of Dorne could draw his sword, the "Demon Mountain" had already rushed over with a wild laugh.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the giant hand of the "Magic Mountain" had already held the Dorne Knight in his arms, like a pair of lovers.

In the next second, Knight Dorne's eyes were snapped out by his steely fingers, and then, his jaw was smashed with an iron fist.

"Magic Mountain" laughed wildly, like a madman, and directly twisted off the mutilated head of the Dorne Knight.

The Dornes were completely enraged, and arrows rained down like a raindown, turning the Giants of the West into hedgehogs.

But the "Magic Mountain" is still there

didn't die, screamed and rushed into the crowd, and suddenly set off a bloody rain.

Duke Lan Li only felt a surge in his stomach, and quickly looked away, for fear that he would vomit out his breakfast.

The battle below became more and more frenzied, and the shouts of the "Magic Mountain" were no different from those of dying beasts.

Duke Lan Li only felt that his stomach was getting more and more uncomfortable, and finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and as soon as he lowered his head, the contents of his stomach gushed out like a spring.

Loras hurriedly stepped forward and patted the Duke on the back to help him soothe his emotions.

Seeing this, Princess Arlen's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain: "Lord Lanli, it seems that you can't accept the enthusiasm of the Dorn, since that's the case, then let's go in."

"Okay." The Duke of Ranley did not want to hear Sir Gregor's mad and disgusting howls before he died, and fled with the help of Loras.

The group entered the old palace and came to a meeting room.

Duke Lan Li took a long sip of wine before he forcibly suppressed the nausea just now.

He actually felt a little strange himself, although the scene just now was bloody, it didn't make him so out of shape.

"What about His Highness Dao Lang?" Duke Lan Li asked, trying not to think about the embarrassment just now.

"Father will be here soon, you wait a minute." Princess Aleen looked concerned and asked, "Are you hungry, do you want to eat something?"

"No!" Duke Lan Li waved his hand, and his stomach swelled again, and he hurriedly picked up his wine glass to force it down.

But I didn't expect that a glass of wine was like adding fuel to the fire, and the tumbling vomit could no longer be suppressed-

"!! vomit"

The disdain in Princess Alian's eyes became even stronger: "Lord Lanli, I'll ask the Bachelor to prescribe some medicine for you."

Duke Lan Li was speechless.

Loras Tyrell spoke for him, "I'm sorry for you."

Princess Alyne immediately turned her attention to the duke's handsome attendant, and the young Tyrell looked good......

She bit her lip and threw a wink at the "Hundred Flower Knight", but unfortunately the other party immediately looked away.

Princess Alianne was secretly annoyed, but she still stretched out her hand to summon the servant, and was about to give an order, but when she heard a pop, Duke Lanli actually fell off the chair and fell into the vomit, and the whole person was extremely embarrassed.

Princess Arrene couldn't hold back her laughter, but soon, her smile froze on her face.

Because, Duke Lanli actually began to vomit blood!

Blood mixed with vomit flowed on the ground, forming a brightly colored oil painting.

Extraordinarily glaring.

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