Chapter 80 Andalos City

"I don't know how long this long, warm winter will last for several years."

"Although the winter in Andas is not too cold, I can't let the soldiers spend the winter in thin tents."

Viserys grabbed the harness with one hand, then looked down at Maester Gunther, who was standing under the horse.

"Bachelor."

"His Majesty."

The black-haired bachelor rubbed his nose, always feeling like he was about to catch a cold.

"Send my order."

And when Viserys was sitting on his little white horse and was about to say something, he suddenly saw another team migrating from afar.

These people are all under his faith + money offensive, and actively migrated to this Andalos city that is still under construction.

Step on.

In the densely stationed Targaryen barracks, two knights on horses greeted them and asked the other party's intention to check their identities.

And Viserys looked at the team coming from afar, and then withdrew his gaze.

It's no surprise that teams like this exist every day these days.

"Let them build their own settlements."

Then, Viserys remembered what he had just said, and added.

"Scholar, convey my order to divide these prisoners into three batches, and work overtime overnight to build the castle."

"I don't want a one-second pause in progress."

"understand?"

Viserys' cheeks tensed, his voice calm but unmistakable.

Then the little king pulled the reins and tried hard to make the little white horse understand what he meant, and turned the horse's head to go into the distance.

Tread…

The sound of hooves rolled up the grass on the ground, and his voice came along.

"Tell them. Let them go after building the castle."

"Of course, if these robbers live to that time."

Viserys rode off the hill.

And in the distance.

The newly migrated Andal team was communicating with two knights riding horses from the military camp.

In this team, the two teenagers saw the city of Andalos that had been rumored in the past few days, and at the same time, they also saw a boy who ran away not far away.

"That must be the son of this 'His Majesty'."

Mill said sourly. Although he doesn't understand horses, just seeing the horse's fur shimmering in the sun and the gorgeous clothes on the boy sitting on the horse's back are enough to prove that the other party's identity is not simple.

And the other side has entourage accompanying him.

What he saw was Maester Gunther. At this moment, Maester was thrown behind his horse by Viserys and ate some dust. He patted his clothes with a dismal face, and then shook his head to convey Viserys' order.

He knew that Viserys said what he said, and since he said he would let these robbers go after the castle was built, he would definitely do it.

But what would happen after the robbers were released, Maester Gunther had no idea.

In short, he felt that these guys who were in trouble on this land might not have a good end.

And on the other side.

As the 'son of a warrior' in the village, young Bessie frowned slightly when she heard the words of her companion.

He really couldn't bear to interrupt him, but his friend's uncultured appearance did make him a little shameless, and then interrupted.

"Stop, Mir, stop talking."

"Do you think the king's son is also called a son?"

When young Mir heard his words, he was a little dazed.

"Isn't he the king's son?"

"The king is green?"

Bessie heard the stupid words of her companion, and once again rubbed her temples slightly with some headache.

"of course not."

"Mill, I have been advising you to increase your knowledge."

"The son of the nobles is called the young master, and the king is the biggest nobleman. What do you think he should be called?"

Bessie opened the mouth while looking at the back of Viserys leaving not far away.

In fact, his heart also filled with envy.

His dream is to become a knight, and he hopes that one day he can also ride a tall horse.

He didn't tell his companions that apart from his mother's will, he actually wanted to relocate a little bit.

Because he knew very well that this was the closest opportunity to a nobleman in his life. He had never seen a nobleman before, and according to the patriarch, there was a king here.

What is a king?

This young man dared not even think about it, in his impression he was a nobleman who was more powerful than a nobleman. It was almost so high that Bessie knelt on the ground and raised her head, the supreme power that she could not see even if she broke her neck.

This naturally aroused the raging and burning ambition in the young Bessie's heart.

He wants to get a chance to perform in front of this king, and then be canonized as a knight!

Naturally, his companion didn't know the young man's inner aspirations, but asked in a dazed way.

"The biggest noble?"

"What should the king's son be called?"

"I said you are really stupid!"

"Of course it's also called Young Master!"

"No, it's the eldest young master!"

While the two teenagers were chatting, the conversation ahead seemed to be fruitful.

Then the migrating team moved again, heading towards the city gathered under the hill castle in the distance.

clang clang-

In the city of Andalos, craftsmen wielded hammers and were digging stakes into the ground.

"Bring this wood up here!"

"hurry up!"

There were Andals standing on the roof who were building their own homes and greeted them.

Today, Andalos City has gathered more than 10,000 people, all of whom are Andasians who have migrated from nearby villages.

Early on, the castle on the hill above the city of Andalos began to build its own home.

Wooden houses rose from the ground, densely guarding the large wooden castles among them.

A new city can only be built with wood temporarily to speed up the race against time, and then replace it with stone when everything is mature.

The location of Andalos City is also well chosen. Six thousand years ago, it was a battlefield for the Andals and the Roina people to compete for hegemony. It is an important strategic location and is also an ancient city of the Roina. Ruins.

More than 6,000 years ago, the Andals launched repeated attacks from the Lorne River to attack the territory of the Loyna people, but they were defeated again and again.

Then the Andal talents chose another direction of breakthrough, crossing the narrow sea to invade Westeros.

When choosing the site, Viserys first set a general direction on the map, and chose this place with mountains and rivers suitable for planting crops, and it also has certain strategic significance.

Then when the little king led the army to step on this land, he made some changes, and finally set the position on this hill.

This hill is where the castle was built. The back of the hill is against the Upper Lorne River. It is an absolute commanding height within a radius of more than ten kilometers, overlooking the entire plain.

If the castle is built here, even if it is besieged in the future, it will not be captured so easily.

Sorry, wrong curl (covering face)