Tyrion Lannister dragged his tired body home.

I happened to see Shae leaning on the corridor, wearing the silver dress he gave her, and the moonlight reflected on her ears and temples, setting off her crystal skin.

This is the girl I am about to marry. Tyrion thought to himself.

Until now, he still can't believe that he would marry a technician.

But the facts are impermanent, and what will happen tomorrow will never be guessed by mortals.

And, truth be told, Tyrion doesn't mind marrying Shae.

In this cold and dark city, she is the only one who can bring him warmth and light.

"Don't look, it's not coming today."

Hearing her fiancé's voice, Shae turned around and smiled coquettishly:

"Who won't come?"

"Who else?" Tyrion said, "Of course it's the sun you think about day and night."

Shae sighed, the smile on her face retracted, and her expression became worried:

"Sure enough, as the legend goes, after a long summer, the stars will cry blood, and the cold darkness will cover the world... ...」

"This is the prophecy of the believers of Rahlo." Tyrion disagreed, "Do you really believe this?"

Shae blinked:

"Shouldn't you believe it? The Long Night has indeed come, and, according to prophecy, a god-favored hero will pull out the flaming sword from the flames and lead humanity to victory over the demons and drive away the darkness. Tyrion, this hero is His Majesty Caesar, right?"

"Everyone seems to think so." Tyrion shrugged, "It's a pity they didn't know that His Majesty Caesar had already broken with the Red God."

Seeing his fiancée's eyes widen, he put his finger to his mouth again:

"Shhhh

Shae nodded, but immediately asked worriedly:

"If that's the case, what about the strangers? Who will lead us out of the long night?"

"His Majesty, of course." Tyrion looked like he was rightfully imposed.

"Yes······ But he ······ Isn't it that he has been rejected by the gods······

"If the gods were so powerful, this world should not have so much suffering and injustice." Tyrion disagreed,

"Moreover, there are many gods in this world, the northerners believe in the old gods, the southerners believe in the seven gods, and the prophecy about the long night you just mentioned was spread by the followers of the red god Rahlo. The Roynard worship the turtle god in the water, Slave Bay is the territory of the Giscali gods, and further east there are black goats, night lions, razor gods, and even strange spirits, perhaps with their own gods.....

You say that if different people pray different wishes to their respective gods, do the gods fight themselves first? The one who wins decides whose wish comes true?"

Shae's expression became a little strange:

"I'm too embarrassed to pray anymore when you say that."

"If you want to go, you can go." Tyrion said casually, "Just don't get your hopes up too much, lest you be disappointed in the future."

"I didn't expect you to be like this······ Pessimistic." Tyrion shook his head and said:

"No, no, no. I am only pessimistic about the gods, but for this victory, I am convinced that humanity will achieve the final victory. And by our own strength, not by the gifts and mercy of the gods, if they ever had ever done to mankind."

Shae fell silent and looked at her fiancé with a complicated expression, as if she had reacquainted with him.

Tyrion reverted to his hippie smile:

"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you scared? Or do you suddenly find out that the person you are about to marry is so wise and powerful?"

Shae burst out laughing and was about to speak, when she suddenly heard a low horn sound.

Woowoo-

The mournful sound of the horn echoed in the night sky, irritating people's eardrums and stirring their inner restlessness.

"What's going on?" Shae exclaimed.

"This

It's a warning horn for the city's defense." Tyrion said, "That means King's Landing is being invaded!"

"King's Landing invaded?" Shae's face turned extremely pale, "Invaded by whom?" Strangers? But didn't Your Majesty gather a large army to set up a defensive line in the neck, how could it be? Could it be that the Neck Fence has collapsed?"

"Don't think about it!" Tyrion said, "Don't go anywhere you stay at home, I'll check on the situation."

After saying that, he strode out, and called out to his attendant:

"Bode! Prepare a horse for me! And my armor!"

Shae's face turned pale, and she froze in place for a moment before catching up with her fiancé.

"You must come back safely!" She kissed the man heavily, and she had an extremely ominous premonition in her heart.

"Of course I'll come back safely." Tyrion pretended to be light-hearted, "Even if there is an enemy, it will not be the turn of a dwarf to charge."

With that, he plunged headlong into the darkness with a team of guards.

At this time, the order in the city was not chaotic, and the people of King's Landing had experienced strong winds and waves in the recent past, and they were not too unfamiliar with the sound of sirens.

Coupled with the darkness, most people only dare to hide in their homes.

When Tyrion arrives at the Red Keep, he finds Sir Noah Rowan, the commander of the capital garrison, only to find that the other party is also confused.

"Lord Tyrion, the horn was sounded by the Iron Gate defenders, who said they were under attack by Ice, but they didn't find the intruder."

"What is a Freeze Attack?" Tyrion asked.

"It's an attack that can freeze people into popsicles, and it's probably some kind of witchcraft." Sir Noah said with a little agitation, "It's too dark, and the enemy is probably using the darkness to hide their tracks."

"Steel Gate ······" Tyrion was puzzled about where he was attacked.

Of the seven gates in King's Landing, the Iron Gate is the least existent, located on the northeastern wall, connecting the city of Rossby.

If the enemy is a stranger, after they break through the Neck Shield, they should enter King's Landing from the Gate of the Gods, and if the enemy is from the sea, the first person to be attacked should be the Mud Gate closest to the port...

Just as Tyrion was thinking, news came one after another.

"My lord, I'm afraid the enemy is a stranger, and my frozen companions have turned into ghouls and are attacking us!"

"My lord, the enemy can fly! The attack is from heaven!"

"My lord, we saw the dragon! The enemy is a dragon!"

"Dragon?" Noah scolded angrily, "Are you sure you're not mistaken? How could a dragon attack King's Landing!"

Even the soldiers who came to report didn't dare to confirm it. After all, it's too dark, and it's possible to be wrong. The main thing is that King's Landing is attacked by dragons, which is ridiculous.

After all, the few dragons that exist in the world today all belong to the Caesar family, and the dragon is the patron saint of King's Landing, and it is also the key force of mankind against the strangers.

What's more, dragons breathe fire.

"Revisit!" Sir Noah had no choice but to drive the heralds to the front.

But it didn't take long for them to see the intruders with their own eyes.

"Roaring !!"

An earth-shattering roar rang out over the Red Keep, and Tyrion felt a biting chill hit his face.

"It's really a dragon ······." He saw the huge body like ice crystals pass over his head, and finally stopped doubting, "It's an ice dragon!"

Call-

The ice dragon's mouth spewed out a faint blue breath, like a flowing blue flame, sweeping over the head of the Red Castle.

The rocky walls were instantly covered in ice crystals, and the defenders became ice sculptures.

The next moment, the ice sculptures moved again, stiff and frenzied, like monsters that had just crawled out of their graves.

They're all ghouls!

"My lord, get down the wall! Hide in the basement of the Megar Building!" Ser Noah yelled at a stunned Tyrion.

Tyrion knew he couldn't help much, so he hurriedly stepped out of his short legs

Run inside the Red Keep.

"Ballista ready! Ballista ready!"

Behind him came the hoarse roar of the defending officers.

Tyrion glanced back at the dark night sky, and his heart sank.

In this case, how can the ballista be aimed?

Unless the ice dragon swooped down, they couldn't see each other's tracks at all.

And when the ice dragon swooped down to the place where the torch could illuminate, it was too late to aim.

"My lord, let's go!" Seeing that Tyrion was in place, the squire Bode couldn't help but urge.

Tyrion had no choice but to keep running.

In this case, what can he do as a dwarf?

As he passed in front of Maegor Tower, Tyrion saw Melisandre standing in the clearing, surrounded by a ring of fire, muttering words.

Just as he wondered what the red-robed witch was doing, the ring of fire suddenly erupted with a strong light, like a huge light source, instantly dispelling the darkness that shrouded the Red Keep.

At the same time, it also illuminates the ice dragon hovering in the sky.

Only then did people realize that this ice dragon was not very big, far less than the king's white dragon, but it was about the same size as Queen Daenerys's black dragon Drogon.

Of course, the garrison of the capital city would not miss such an excellent opportunity, and the ballistas arranged at the head of the city immediately turned around and fired at the ice dragon.

Whoosh!

Dozens of huge crossbow bolts shot out almost at the same time.

Most of them missed, but there were still three crossbow arrows *** in its lower abdomen.

However, the ice dragon did not fall, but seemed to be enraged, its translucent wings suddenly vibrated rapidly, and its crystal-like ice-blue eyes burned with angry flames. It let out a terrifying roar, and then swooped down from the sky again.

And this time, its target is the red-robed witch in front of Meggor Tower!

The ice dragon clearly knew who was the biggest threat to it. Maybe it's not the ice dragon who knows, but the dragon knight on its back.

Tyrion also saw the figure on the dragon's back at this moment, and for some reason, he always felt that the other party gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity......

For a moment, he forgot to dodge.

"Run! Your Excellency!" Fortunately, the squire Bode was dutiful enough, and at the last moment, he pulled him into the Maige Tower.

Rumble!

Tyrion felt nothing but a spinning chill envelop him, and his limbs and body were completely unconscious.

Just when he thought he was about to freeze to death, a warm current suddenly spread from his chest.

"Are you better? Lord Tyrion?"

Only then did Tyrion realize that it was the red-robed witch who had a hand on her chest, and it was from there that the warmth spread.

"Lady Melisandre, thank you for saving me." "I saved you to save more people." Melisandre said.

Tyrion didn't understand what he meant, and was about to ask a question, when he heard another roar from the sky.

"Viserion! It's Vicelion!"

Hearing the cheers of the people, Tyrion realized that it was the golden dragon Viserion.

Of the Caesar family's existing dragons, four young dragons have little combat power, and three of the other four have been taken by Caesar to the front line of Neck, and only the golden dragon Viserion has remained in King's Landing because of his injuries.

Unexpectedly, this time the ice dragon attacked, and it actually came to help itself.

Tyrion stood up in anticipation and ran out of the Megar Tower, where he saw flames erupting from time to time in the dark night sky.

The figures of the Golden Dragon and the Ice Dragon appeared and disappeared in the flames, fighting fiercely.

"Is Viserion an opponent of the Ice Dragon?" Tyrion couldn't help but be worried, after all, the golden dragon's injuries had not healed, and there was no dragon knight yet.

"My lord, get out of the way!" The squire Bode jumped out again and pulled his master away.

The next moment, a huge figure slammed into front of the Meige Tower with a rolling heat wave

, kicking up endless smoke and dust.

"Ahem! Damn it! Why do you keep coming at me?" Tyrion exasperated.

When he turned around, he saw Viserion lying in front of him, his wings hanging limply, a hideous wound on his neck, and hot blood gurgling out like lava.

"Hey, how are you?" Tyrion asked tentatively.

When the golden dragon heard his voice, he turned his head sharply and stared at the dwarf with blood-red eyes, and there were burning flames churning in the depths of the huge mouth, almost spurting out. Ugly Tyrion's heart raced.

He was keenly aware that he was one step away from death.

The dragon's breath was hot and fishy, and he didn't dare to make the slightest movement.

But the ice dragon was still raging over the Red Keep, screaming more and more, and the roars of the ghouls were also coming and going.

Tyrion had to be bold and said:

"Mister Viserion, oh no, ma'am. Your enemies are over there... ....」

I don't know if I understood this, but Viserion actually turned around and looked at the ice dragon in the sky.

But it didn't go back to the fight, as if it was afraid.

"Dragons without dragon knights have a weak will to fight." The voice of the red-robed witch sounded behind her.

Tyrion turned his head and shrugged:

"But where do you go to find a dragon knight for it now? Neither of Caesar's children can walk."

Melisandre looked at him with blazing eyes and said, "Lord Tyrion, you can try." "Me?" Tyrion froze, "Are you kidding?"

"Am I kidding at this point?" Melisandre said, "In this city, you are the only one who can submit it. Go for it."

As she spoke, the witch handed a dark spear to the gnome.

Tyrion subconsciously took it, only to realize that it was a dragon crystal spear.

At the same time, he suddenly remembered what Caesar said to himself when he was in Yang Halberd City—

You are not Tywin's son.

Tyrion had always thought it was Caesar's ploy, even though he did kill his own father with his own hands.

But he never thought he would be in Targaryen blood.

"Go, Lord Tyrion, the whole city is waiting for you to save it." Melisandre spoke again.

Tyrion didn't know what he was thinking, perhaps because of the irresistible magic in the words of the Red Witch, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had unknowingly found himself in front of Viseryon.

The hot wind was blowing in his face, and he could even see the remnants of flesh between the dragon's mouths.

And those blood-red eyes like hell. What am I doing?

Tyrion hesitated, but his body kept moving forward, towards hell.

"Get down!" He gave the order.

"Roar!" Viserion let out a roar. Flames surged deep in the throat, spewing out. "Get down!" Tyrion yelled again. I must be crazy.

However, the next moment, Vicelion leaned down and made a gesture to greet his master's back.

Tyrion tugged at the scaling scales and struggled to climb onto the dragon's back.

Until this moment, he couldn't believe that he had really become a dragon knight.

"Hahaha, Viserion!" He looked up to the sky and laughed, "I'm a deformed gnome, you're a half-crippled dragon, we're a natural pair!"

He raised the dragon crystal spear aloft, pointed it straight at the dark night sky, and shouted:

"Now, let's save this city!"