After Heraka arrived at The Eyrie, it was as happy as a big kitten, pinning Mufasa underneath it and nudging him with its head.
"Hahaha! Stop messing around! Let me up!" Mufasa said.
After getting up from the ground, he carefully observed Heraka.
Its tail had returned to normal and was no longer a scorpion tail, but the horns on its head and the wings on its ribs remained.
"This really brings back unpleasant memories for us..." Lady Lysa arrived with a group of people.
"The Eyrie has never been captured, except for the time of Queen Visenya. You are the second, Mufasa," she said.
"By your logic, Winterfell, Riverrun, and Casterly Rock have never been captured either. As long as you surrender fast enough, no one can occupy any city," Mufasa said.
Lady Lysa blushed and said fiercely.
"It is time for you to leave."
After saying this, Lady Lysa led her handmaidens and attendants back into the castle of The Eyrie. She even closed the gate, as if afraid that Mufasa wouldn't leave.
"Let's go! Heraka, take me down. I haven't flown from such a high place before!" Mufasa jumped onto its back and gripped its mane tightly with both hands.
Compared to dragons, this huge lion was much better; it had fur to grab onto. It was convenient, unlike Daenerys, who could only grab bone spurs or dorsal fins, which were uncomfortable to hold.
Heraka carried Mufasa as they flew through the sky. They passed by Alyssas Tears and landed at Moon Gate Hold below the Giant's Lance.
Brynden Tully had already assembled one thousand knights of the Vale and was waiting for Mufasa.
Brynden Tully, seeing Heraka for the first time, was taken aback. As a member of the Tully family, even though he was the Blackfish, he was still afraid of cats, especially big cats.
"Ser Mufasa, no wonder people call you the golden lion king! So your lion is golden. But I seem to have heard before that it wasn't this big?" Brynden said.
"It eats well and grows fast. Not long ago, it ate a meal of dragon meat," Mufasa said.
"Dragon meat? Are there still dragons in the world?" he asked.
"Adult dragons should be dead, but new dragons should have been born by now."
Mufasa looked toward the distant east. In the sky there, a red comet was slowly gliding.
In a Lhazareen temple, Daenerys was weeping uncontrollably. Khal Drogo's corpse lay on the ground. A certain Lhazareen priest had successfully avenged his tribe and villagers.
Khal Drogo was dead, and his Khalasar was in chaos; the force of tens of thousands had scattered.
Daenerys's unborn child had also miscarried, but she was safe under the protection of Jorah Mormont and Jon Snow, hiding in the temple to escape disaster.
After everything settled, Daenerys was utterly devastated. She looked up and saw the red comet in the sky. She suddenly remembered what Mufasa had said to her.
"Blood and fire are one, reborn from the flames! Blood for blood."
Daenerys Targaryen found the three dragon eggs that had been gathering dust, and cremated them along with Khal Drogo, the Lhazareen witch, and her child.
Daenerys also wanted to walk in, but was stopped by Jorah Mormont.
"khaleesi, we still have a chance. As long as you are alive, the Targaryen Family can still rule the world."
Jon Snow, who was standing nearby, had originally come to kill her, but was later won over by her charm and, like Jorah Mormont, fell under her spell.
"khaleesi, perhaps we could go treasure hunting in the Valyrian ruins. I know someone who went there once and obtained a vast amount of wealth," Jon Snow said. He was, of course, referring to Mufasa.
Although Daenerys Targaryen did not know much about Mufasa, she knew of the existence of a lion knight.
"No, I feel the call of destiny. Fire is the champion of the Targaryen Family; it will not harm me," she said, repeating the words that the Mad King Aerys had once spoken.
Just like that, she walked into the sea of fire and danced in the flames until dawn the next day.
When the new sun appeared, Jorah Mormont and Jon Snow saw the naked Daenerys holding three lizard-like baby dragons, reborn.
"Daenerys Targaryen!"
"Daenerys Targaryen!"
They both began to call her name, although she now had fewer than fifty people left by her side.
Although Jon Snow was shocked that Daenerys had hatched the dragon eggs, having seen Heraka, the Charcoal Fire Dragon Colt, the Treading Snow Black Steed, and even the Nine-Colored Deer, he was not overly stunned.
What was truly shocking was not Daenerys, but Mufasa.
At this moment, Mufasa was riding Heraka, followed by the infantry and cavalry of the Seven Kingdoms allied forces.
After leaving the Vale, they traveled north along the Kingsroad and had now arrived near Moat Cailin.
Moat Cailin was a natural barrier for the North. With two hundred archers here, it would be impossible for Southerners to enter the North.
Some of the Northern lords had already come in advance to welcome Mufasa and his army.
Lord Hornwood, Lord Cerwyn, and Lady Dustin led dozens of soldiers to welcome Mufasa.
After both sides exchanged greetings, Lord Cerwyn asked first, "How is Lord Eddard Stark doing now?"
"He is in The White Sword Tower, under confinement. But I think he will be released in a few days. After all, without the warden of the north, it is too difficult to cooperate with you," Mufasa said.
"You are right. We Northerners trust House Stark the most. Without them, we would not feel at ease cooperating with you Southerners," Lord Hornwood said.
"General Mufasa, with so many people in your army, is there no issue with provisions? We in the North do not have enough food to supply you," Lady Dustin said.
She had once been the mistress of Eddard Stark's older brother, Brandon Stark, but later married Lord Dustin. The count later died in battle at the Tower of Joy. She had always held a grudge against House Stark, especially Eddard Stark.
"Our provisions are the responsibility of Lord Mace Tyrell. He will have no problems, especially since his son, Ser Loras, is also in our ranks," Mufasa said.
At the rear of the army, in an open space, Loras was launching his ninety-ninth challenge against Lü Bu.
He had failed the previous ninety-eight times. Lü Bu had not even used his halberd; he had defeated Loras ninety-eight times using only a Seven-Star Precious Saber.
Loras charged at Lü Bu with his longsword. Lü Bu's eyes opened slightly; the Seven-Star Precious Saber in his hand remained sheathed as he looked down upon Loras with contempt, as if looking at a child.
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