Vilgefortz could already sit up, which was an incredible thing for him more than ten days ago. The now regenerated muscles allow him to carry out some relaxing activities, and he doesn't have to spend time in the hospital bed every day.

But he was doing this in secret - during the day when the septons and nuns were looking after him, he still maintained an inconvenient appearance paralyzed on the hospital bed. But soon, almost no one came in this ward, and the inside of the church became panic-stricken. Almost no one had spare time to take care of his situation. Most of the people who came to take care of him even forgot to bring meals in a hurry, and only remembered this incident guiltily after Vilgefortz reminded him gently.

"What happened?" The wizard, who could hear people's voices, asked the doubts in his heart at the right time like an ordinary person watching from the outside.

"Ser Christon Cole is attacking Rook's Rest !" the septon answered him palely, and quickly bid farewell to the empty ward. In fact, this pious septon didn't know the exact news, and after Vilgefortz saw the grand master of Rook's Rest for the last time a few days ago -he heard more accurate information from the heart of this man who was trusted by Lord Staunton.

"Kingmaker" Sir Christon Cole was ordered by the king currently sitting on the Iron Throne, Aegon II, to lead the coalition forces to conquer the noble forces belonging to the Blacks . At present, after Christon occupied the port city of Duskendale not far from here, he led the army to Rook's Rest Castle in mighty force.

The Greens army led by the new hand of king just arrived a day ago, and the soldiers set up camp outside the city gate with malicious intentions, besieging and not attacking.

"How long can it last?" Vilgefortz gasped and leaned on one arm, sat up his body, and then put a soft pillow on his back.

Covering the only window in the ward was pulled open by the little nun who had just arrived, and the sunlight that poured into the room was not warm, and the cold white color shone in the cold air, everything was covered with a pale layer, adding to a sense of oppression.

"Is there going to be a war?" the little nun raised her forehead and asked him worriedly. Ever since she spoke to the sober Vilgefortz, she often slipped into the ward to play, and Vilgefortz was happy to use her small frame to help him.

"Perhaps so," Vilgefortz said. He seldom pretended in front of children , and now his face was cold, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

"Will many people die?" The little nun lay down beside his hospital bed, grabbed the bed sheet, and dug her fingertips into the fabric. Vilgefortz glanced at her. "Maybe."

The little nun was annoyed by his seemingly perfunctory answer, and said in her heart that she would never come to chat with him again. After hearing her words, Vilgefortz couldn't help but smiled, raised his hand and patted her on the head, "Go get me something to eat."

The little nun avoided his hand unhappily, but ran out obediently.

During this time, many septons and nuns in the church gathered in front of the statue for a long prayer ceremony. They were rushing to store food in their free time, for the subsequent war and the blockade that had already begun. If Vilgefortz took a look at the street outside, he would find that the road was deserted and there were almost no people there. Every household in the living area had their doors and windows closed, and all the shops in the once lively market were closed to thank customers.

On the fourth day of the siege, Vilgefortz was able to walk on the ground without the help of others. As a matter of fact, he had no one to help him rebuild before this. He could only endure the severe pain of growing flesh, gritted his teeth and supported the wall, and walked slowly into the bathroom alone.

The wizard used magic to speed up the growth of his internal organs and legs, which are indispensable parts for him to perform healthy actions. This also caused his hands to be completely ignored by him. Now, from the forearm to the hand is still a piece of bone, only the upper arm is so scarlet that the little nun who changes his dressing is scared every time .

At this moment, Vilgefortz knew that the internal organs of his body were basically regenerated, but the situation was still not ideal, only covered with a thin layer of flesh and blood, and he was still unable to perform excessive movements. Now he has to speed up the speed of his repair magic, hoping to allow himself to carry out normal activities in the next ten days - if Rook's Rest is breached, he certainly won't stay in a city that is about to be slaughtered, he will find a way to leave here. Although this foreigner is basically determined to stand in line with the Blacks and wait for Ciri, it is extremely stupid to act rashly regardless of the strength of the enemy or himself : he has not yet returned to his peak form.

There is hardly anything in this world that impresses this wizard like the blood of the ancients. The power of nothingness is something he has obtained before. He does not think that he needs to hold it in the palm of his hand in this strange country, unless he needs them to realize his ambition . Moreover, gaining power does not necessarily require him to show his strength in this battle, he can choose to wait for the opportunity.

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But the rest of the city had no choice but to stick to it.

On the fourth day of the siege, Staunton was terribly sad . He still hadn't received any message from Dragonstone , and was extremely worried whether the letter had been truncated - Rook's Rest didn't have powerful dragons to defend against the enemy, and soldiers from the Staunton family barely guarded the gate, but the Lord knew that if the enemy really launched an all-out attack, they wouldn't be able to hold out for half a day at all .

What are they waiting for? Staunton's hair turned gray almost overnight when they arrived, and he looked old and vicissitudes. After the blockade, almost all life in the city was wiped out, and every household counted the little food left, fearing the end of running out of ammunition and food.

Compared with the restless but not yet hopeless citizens in the city, Staunton clearly knew what was waiting for him: once the city gate was broken, the soldiers would come in under orders to slaughter brutally, starving to death would be considered a safe way to die, and it was more likely to be decapitated by the soldiers' swords or stabbed to death by spears. Not to mention the fate of the Stauntons, who, like the Darklins, will bear the brunt of political casualties.

"Blessed by the Seven Gods." Staunton knelt tremblingly in front of the statue of Heavenly Father in the church. After a long time, he was helped up by the same pale-faced bishop.

There is no more movement from the enemy, and Lord Staunton is about to send a letter to Dragonstone Castle—he firmly believes that Queen Rhaenyra will never abandon the Staunton family, although he is afraid and worried every second while waiting for the summons. He was worried that the news of the Blacks members might be blocked by the enemy, and they might not even know about the fall of Dusk Valley Town. However, the Greens army outside the city has not made any major moves for a long time, which makes it difficult for him to guess the enemy's purpose-Lord Staunton can't sleep peacefully in a daze.

In fact, Lord Staunton guessed one thing correctly: the people on Dragonstone hadn't even heard the news of the fall of Duskendale. They were still immersed in mourning for Sir Erryk Cargyll, and planned to hold another meeting of the Blacks in a few days to discuss how to respond to Aegon II 's provocation .

On the seventh day of the siege of Rook's Rest, the army led by Christon began to move. They first set fire to the fields and forests outside the city gate, and began to attack some remote villages on the border outside the city. Staunton was in grief and powerless after hearing the news , and even worse things were reported to his desk: the food in the city was almost exhausted!

"How long can it last?" Lord Staunton asked desperately.

"My lord, up to ten days." The confidant's voice trembled.

Lord Staunton couldn't wait any longer. He was convinced that the message from Dragonstone Castle had been intercepted , and immediately sent a raven to deliver a distress letter.

The Greens finally broke through the city gate on the eighth day after Lord Staunton delivered the letter, but they did not immediately take major actions in vain. However, some civilian houses closer to the city gate were still brutally attacked by fire, which seemed to be an lordy warning—and in the lordy morning of the ninth day, Vilgefortz suddenly opened his eyes at a certain moment .

God knows that the poor Sir is already on the most desperate frontier! There was almost no food left. Unless the enemy was successfully repelled and reached outside the city, riots would inevitably break out in the city within two days at most.

"Dragon?" Vilgefortz opened the curtains, closed his eyes and felt a powerful force passing through the air, and then saw a red figure flying over his head.

A woman in armor sits on the back of a dragon and drives the dragon towards the city gate .

"Reinforcements are coming?" Vilgefortz's eyes darkened , and soon he knew which dragon driver was above. Staggering out of the ward, he found everyone gathered outside the sanctuary. It was not unusual for a septon to see him coming out of the door. These days, he tried his best to let his body that had just returned to normal movements try to walk for a short time, and did not avoid others—after all, he always had to stand up. At this moment, no one paid attention to his existence, and everyone focused their eyes nervously on the sky above the distant city wall.

"It's Princess Rheanys' Meleys!"

Vilgefortz leaned against the corner with his strength, and heard the heartfelt voice of the archbishop who was at the head of the crowd. He soon heard more news: this was the ninth day that Lord Staunton sent a distress letter, and the first rescuer was sent from the Blacks members of Dragonstone Island. The cousin of King Viserys, Rhaenys Targaryen, was a member of the Velaryon family and had the dragon Meleys called the "Red Queen", which was one of the most powerful dragons of the Blacks .

"Maybe it's not just this one?" Vilgefortz

thought casually, and soon his eyes froze.

On the other side of the city wall, on the high fortress, the soldiers outside obeyed the command of Sir Christon and shot arrows flying all over the sky. The huge dragon couldn't dodge it, and it spewed out hot dragon rocks while flying low to burn the enemy to death. However, they couldn't help being stabbed by dozens of flying arrows and long iron arrows, and let out a roar full of pain and anger .

The angry Meleys spewed out monstrous flames, scorching the whole land left and right, and burned the knight on horseback to death. Vilgefortz was rarely interested, and watched this scene without blinking his eyes-a powerful, robust and huge creature, but it was not civilized, and it was not enough to pose a threat to himself, he quickly judged in the bottom of his heart.

But at this moment, he felt a powerful tide of magic power that didn't match this dragon, making him almost think he had returned to his own world. He quickly absorbed the chaotic magic power around him, and soon recovered almost all of his spellcasting ability. He felt that every inch of his body was filled with powerful magic power, and he was so ecstatic that he almost laughed out loud.

The septons around him were not as relaxed. They were either amazed, or trembled and rejoiced at the dragon, but the annoying prayers in their hearts bored Vilgefortz . Because of the shortage of the Staunton family's army, civilians have been forced to recruit these days, but septons have not been allowed to enter the arena at this moment- if the giant dragon is killed, everyone will have to be driven to the arena.

"Even you." A septon was thinking about these things in the bottom of his heart at this moment. The sound of swords clashing in the distance, the endless sound of war drums, and the angry roar of dragons could be heard in everyone's ears, and this old-fashioned man was still staring at Vilgefortz gloomily, because he was a "free eater in the church".

In peaceful days, these hypocrites are happy to accept a poor patient, but when the hunger comes, they start to hate the existence of Vilgefortz-although wizards rarely ask them for food these days, they still can't do it completely, otherwise it will make him look weird .

"If you need to go forward to fight, you should die honorably under the spear, not hide in a safe and clean ward in the church." The septon walked over and slammed Vilgefortz on the shoulder hard.

Vilgefortz was expressionless and didn't give him any response, and the next septon couldn't care about him anymore. Suddenly, two giant dragons from nowhere roared. One of the golden dragons almost covered the brilliance of the sun, making Vilgefortz unable to look away. The other was black and red in color, huge in size, and looked extremely fierce. And not long after they landed and ambushed in the distance, the wizard had already sensed their existence with the magic power emitted, and thought with disgust that what the septon said just now might be true: he might really have to be pulled up to serve as a soldier.

Two giant dragons approached menacingly, opening their mouths and roaring viciously at Meleys. There was no doubt that they belonged to the Greens—the situation was suddenly reversed.

Vilgefortz watched the battle of the three giant dragons in the distance. The dragon spit out a huge ball of flames. The fiery flames exploded at a height of 100 meters, and the shocking roar resounded through the entire land. The red Meleys spread its huge wings high , and swooped forward to bite the golden dragon's neck, but it was no match for the terrifying sprint of the extremely huge 100-meter dragon behind it - Vilgefortz put a shield on himself at the moment when their huge bodies collided, and in the next few seconds, there was a rush of air that hit the entire Rook's Rest due to the violent collision .

"It's over." Seeing this, a septon felt ashamed and knelt on the ground in a daze, his body was dirty from the dust, and he coughed loudly in embarrassment. Vilgefortz saw the archbishop almost fainting, and after he felt the life signs of one of the creatures disappear, he showed a meaningless, very weak smile—maybe it was just mocking.

Clearly, the battle has been lost.