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#201 - Chapter 11 The So-Called Advanced Players

Bataya, a subordinate city-state of Pentos, is located on the southernmost coast of the plains. Situated by the sea, it isn't a strategically important place, and in earlier years, it frequently suffered from pirate raids. This town only ended its semi-independent status a few years ago, and now it has become a large military camp.

According to the agreement signed with Pentos, it was leased to Viserys as a base for his restoration army. Over the past two years, he has gathered many subordinates, mostly mercenaries and desperadoes, numbering over fifteen hundred people.

“Smash!” A ceramic wine jug was violently thrown against the wall. Viserys hysterically smashed everything around him.

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! How could that fool die? How dare he die? Where is my army? Damn barbarians! He took my goods, but didn't pay.” Two months had passed, and news from the Dothraki Sea had also arrived. Drogo died of illness on the campaign trail, and his khalasar had fallen apart. The promised forty thousand cavalry naturally vanished.

How could Viserys not collapse? This was the closest he had ever been to restoring his kingdom. The rebels in Westeros were already fighting among themselves. Waiting for their strength to be greatly weakened and for them to lose popular support, he could return as a king.

Illyrio waved, dismissing the servants: “Your Majesty, please don't be discouraged. I believe Princess Daenerys will lead the Dothraki warriors who remain loyal to her back. In addition, the Golden Company has given a formal reply. They will join your ranks after their agreement with Lys ends in a year. That is a ten thousand strong, battle-hardened elite force.”

Viserys finally calmed down a little: “What about the pirates of the Stepstones? These troops can't sprout wings and fly across the sea. We need ships.”

Illyrio: “I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I have contacted the Pirate King. But he seems to have reached an agreement with Dragonstone first, taking his fleet to join Stannis's forces.”

Viserys: “Damn it! These pirates are untrustworthy. Are there no other options besides him?”

Illyrio: “Oh, Your Majesty. He is just the strongest. We can contact others. I believe as long as the price is right, they will agree to anything.”

Viserys wouldn't know that at this moment, tens of thousands of meters above his head, a huge golden dragon was flying past at an extremely fast speed. Liu Yuan had opened the cockpit cover, holding Rickon in his arms. The little guy had been excited all night and finally couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep. Although the dragon's flight creates a protective shield, the fierce wind is still very cold for ordinary people. For comfort, he installed a reinforced glass canopy on top of the cockpit.

Liu Yuan is different from the dragon lords of Valyria. Traditional dragon riders need years of training to develop a tacit understanding and rely on commands. In the high sky, their voices often cannot reach the dragon.

Liu Yuan only needs a little skill, using internal energy to accurately transmit his voice to Leviathan's ears, allowing him to issue precise commands. It's easier than flying a plane, voice-controlled operation. So he doesn't have to hug the dragon's neck and shout like those poor guys.

He glanced down, they were over the Bay of Myrth. After the elemental revival, Leviathan's strength had increased significantly, and its flying speed had also become faster. Of course, dragons also need to rest, especially since he was carrying a child. It was estimated that it would take about six or seven days to reach Qarth.

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Harrenhal, Burned Tower, the high-ranking generals of the Lannisters were dining here.

Lord Tywin coldly lectured his subordinates: “Ser Amory, can you read?”

Amory: “My Lord, I don't understand.”

Tywin picked up a letter and threw it in front of him: “This letter contains information about the movements of our infantry, originally intended for Ser Damon of the Marbrand family. But you sent it to Ser Marlin of the Dommen family.”

Amory quickly explained: “I am very sorry, my Lord. I must have…”

Tywin interrupted him: “Girl, bring me 'The History of Major and Minor Noble Houses'. It's… Haha~ Well done! Even my wine server knows how to read better than you. Come, tell me. Who does the Dommen family serve?” He opened the thick book, pointing to one of the pages.

Amory stammered: “My Lord, I… this…”

Tywin: “What? Don't know? Then I'll tell you. Winterfell's Stark! Stark holds twenty thousand heavy troops, and my son. I thought you might have some other use besides torturing farmers, but it seems I overestimated you. If you ever dare to disregard my army's secrets again, I will… Get out!”

Amory didn't dare to say a word and scurried away. Tywin's prestige among the vassals of the Westerlands was extraordinary. As soon as he got angry, everyone was silent.

Tywin: “Girl, put the book away! Dealing with this group of idiots every day, it would be better to let you formulate the battle plans. Where were we? Let's continue the discussion!”

“My Lord, the Stark army's battle line is too long. Now that the long summer is over, they will have problems with food and supplies.”

“The Northern army knows winter far better than we do. The cold cannot defeat them, and their combat effectiveness will be even stronger in winter.”

“But our scouts report that the northern lords have begun to be dissatisfied. They want to go back to harvest before the grain ripens.”

“So what? If the Northern army's situation is in our camp, they will also report. The southern lords are also dissatisfied and want to go home to harvest grain.”

“This is war! It's normal to have dissatisfied emotions.”

There was a knock on the door, and a soldier came in to report: “Lord Duke, Lord Petyr Baelish has arrived. Do you want to see him?”

Tywin: “Go and invite him in! You all leave and think carefully about what to do next?” Arya panicked for a moment and wanted to leave with everyone.

“Girl, where are you going? Clean up here!” Tywin stopped her.

Arya bit the bullet: “Yes, my Lord, I will clean up now.”

The meeting that followed was nothing special. For smart people like them, many words do not need to be concealed. Especially after Renly's death, Loras was convinced that Stannis did it. And the Tyrell family also needed to get rid of the current awkward situation, so Margaery had the opportunity to fulfill her dream and become the true queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Petyr said: “If Lord Tywin agrees, I will personally go to Highgarden to facilitate this matter for you.”

Tywin: “So, Lord Baelish, what do you hope to gain?”

Petyr stamped his foot on the ground and smiled: “Lord Tyrion once said that he intended to grant this place to me. I am still very interested in this proposal.”

Tywin: “That might be a good idea. After the war, you will get what you want.”

“Then, for our cooperation, cheers!”

“Cheers!”