Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 1060 The war against ghosts, almost eight years

"The Ice King, the Ice King, the Ice King"

Starting from the Gate of the Gods, the cheers of thousands of people spread across most of King's Landing from west to east at the speed of sound like ink poured into a pool of clear water.

There were countless people, including ordinary people, gray-robed beggar army, sons of warriors with colorful striped cloaks, dignitaries and foreign merchants. They cheered loudly, as if they were welcoming legendary heroes.

Amidst cheers and applause, a group of men and horses entered through the door. A gray direwolf flag was erected on the left side of the team, and a gray three-headed dragon flag on a white background was erected on the right side. A tall and straight man with a beard was surrounded in the center.

The man's crotch was not an ordinary war horse, but a gray-white unicorn whose hair was dyed blood-red, and a direwolf with red eyes and white hair accompanied him.

The unicorn is two meters high and five meters long. It looks like a yak with long horns, but compared with the bulky yak, the unicorn is more vigorous and powerful.

On the single horn that looked like a demon god's spear, there was a female corpse with butterfly wings strung together.

The woman's skin was pale as death, with strange ice-blue runes on the surface.The thin ice-like wings were torn apart by swords and spears, and there were many penetrating wounds on the limbs.

A tall knight jumped out from the ranks, pointed at the dead butterfly on the horn, and shouted at the people of King's Landing who surrounded him: "The Northern Ice King has killed the Ice Butterfly Demon!"

"The King of Northern Ice is unparalleled in bravery, and the King of Northern Ice has boundless life!" The crowd of onlookers became more and more excited, and all of them blushed and shouted heart-piercingly.

"It's amazing, the Ice Butterfly Demon led [-] ghouls to bloodbath Antlers Castle seven days ago, and today the corpse is already hanging in the King's Landing. King of the Arctic, well-deserved reputation!" A black man wearing a red and green feather cloak intertwined said with emotion.

"You're not dead yet!" A joking voice suddenly came from the side.

The black man turned his head to look, only to see a handsome dwarf in a black wool cloak looking at him with a smile.

"You are." The black man recalled carefully, as if he had never seen this person before, but the voice
Suddenly, he thought of someone, "Tyrion, is that you?! Are you back?"

"Hush, don't yell too loudly, I don't want to steal the limelight from my good nephew!" Tyrion leaned over, stood on tiptoes, and his body rose slowly like an elevator.

"This is your child?" The black man was surprised to see a sky blue brocade swaddle in the dwarf's arms.

"I would rather have a son, but a daughter is fine too. It's a pity."

Tyrion shook his head sadly, uncovered the outer brocade and the inner white lion skin, and held the child to look at the unicorn knight in the center of the crowd.

"Little Tywin, look at the North Ice King who slashed the gods angrily. He is so majestic and popular. Learn more from this uncle in the future, and don't learn from your own uncle."

"Tywin, dear uncle." The black pupil shrank, looked carefully at the iconic blond hair and blue eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Myrcella is still alive? Is he Myrcella's son?"

"Why do you think Myrcella is dead?" Tyrion asked strangely.

"Cersei has always said that her daughter was tortured to death by the dragon queen." The black man said embarrassingly.

Tyrion said strangely: "Jalabar, you were framed by my elder sister as Little Rose's secret lover back then, do you still believe her words?"

"I" Jalabah had a twisted expression.

"No way?" Tyrion looked at the man next to him in horror. He was close to forty years old and his skin was as dark as a long night. "I never thought that Little Rose's taste is so strong, no wonder she got shit later on."

"Don't get me wrong, there is only eye contact, no chance to enter the alley, and there are too many people in the court." Jalabah waved his hand regretfully.

"Fake, it's even more disgusting." The dwarf had a disgusted expression on his face, "I thought she was just hungry and thirsty, and then she fell in love with your powerful black body, but I didn't expect that she still has love."

A gleam of anger flashed in Jalabah's eyes, "I'm a prince anyway, why did it make you sick? In King's Landing, you and I competed in the same field many times, why didn't you feel sick?"

"Don't get excited, I'm not targeting you."

"You're targeting all black people!"

"No, Jalabah, I like black girls too, have you forgotten?" Tyrion waved his hands again and again, "It's just that you look good, you should know yourself."

Jalaba touched his square face with protruding cheekbones, and said dissatisfiedly, "In the Midsummer Islands, the popularity of my appearance will not be inferior to that of you now."

"Well, the aesthetics are different, I apologize." The dwarf shrugged insincerely, and asked curiously: "I thought you died in the Midsummer Islands. Didn't you go back after the outbreak of the White Walkers?"

The black man's full name is Jalabah Thor, the prince of the Red Flower Valley in the Midsummer Isles. He failed in the Game of Thrones and was exiled. He has been living in King's Landing for more than ten years and is Robert's guest.

There are many islands in the Summer Isles, and the Red Flower Valley is just a river valley on one of the islands.

Therefore, Jalabah's princely status is of little value.

The dwarf thought he was dead because when the White Walkers broke out in the North, foreigners from the Seven Kingdoms fled Westeros and returned to their hometown.

"I was exiled, and I didn't travel away from home. How dare I go back casually? But after the news of the collapse of the Great Wall reached King's Landing, I did leave Westeros and went to the opposite Pentos. Then, you know" Jia Raba shrugged and said helplessly: "The legend is not wrong, the long night is the crisis of the whole world, and no one can avoid it.

During the siege by millions of ghosts, the two walls in the northwest were instantly breached by the evil god of ice, so I stayed at Prince Harvin's mansion in the northern city.

The ghouls came to knock on the door of my room, and I was really scared to pee, hiding in the cabinet and shivering, but fortunately, the dragon queen descended from the sky like a god.

Later, I left Pentos with countless wealthy merchants and nobles, and took a boat to live on Tidehead Island.

However, the housing prices on Chaotou Island are too high.

Those real estate speculators who deserved to be gnawed to death by strange ghosts are too crazy. Like me, a dignified prince, I can't even afford to live in a fifty-square-meter two-bedroom and one living room.

I dare to swear that even if those people hold the atonement roll, they will definitely go to hell after death. "

"Isn't Velaryon afraid of causing public outrage by doing this? There are so many nobles, and they are related to each other." Tyrion wondered.

"Not Velaryon. In fact, the Earl of Monterey is still a child."

"Then who is flipping houses?"

"The nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, the nobles of Wangling, Hejian, and Stormland bought real estate on Chaotou Island in advance, built castles, and hoarded food. Now all of them have made a fortune."

"No one cares?"

"The aristocratic real estate speculators haven't broken the law, and they still pay taxes. How should they manage it? Who will manage it?"

"No, I remember that the Dragon Queen resettled hundreds of thousands of refugees on Tidehead Island," Tyrion said.

"They can be assigned a house for free based on their household registration."

At this moment, the team of the Arctic King Jon has gone far away, and the crowd has also dispersed. Jalabah looked around and asked, "Do you want to go to the Great Cathedral? The Arctic King will publicly sacrifice the corpse of the evil god on the pulpit." .”

"If you want to go, go, evil god or something, I've been vomiting in recent years." Tyrion stuffed the child into the cloak to cover it again, and his body gradually shortened from 1.9 meters to 1.4 meters (with a pair of height-enhancing shoes).

Jalabah turned pale with shock, "Didn't you step on a brick?"

"Stepping on a brick?" The dwarf smiled contemptuously, and stepped back a few steps to let him see clearly.

"Without means, can you pass the scriptures to the east, and become the King of Deer and Cauldron in Yidi?" the dwarf said proudly.

Jalabah wondered, "Are you king?"

"My nephew was named the King of the North Ice by the Dragon Queen. As an uncle, what's wrong with me being the King of the Luding?"

Jalabah looked reverently at the high hills to the east, and sighed, "Jon Stark earned the Ice King himself.

With his superb ice witchcraft, and the ice evil god who died under the Dark Sisters in the past five years, who in King's Landing City doesn't sincerely praise the "brave and unparalleled North Ice King"? "

The dwarf stared and said, "Did I pick up my Luding King? The ghouls I killed in Yidi can fill up the streets of King's Landing."

After speaking, he carried the child and walked down the city wall.

"Where are you going? We haven't seen each other for a long time. Let me buy you a drink." Jalabah chased after him.

"Do you think I can drink flower wine with the child in my arms?" The dwarf didn't stop.

"I have something to ask for your help." Jalabah handed over a flattering smile.

The dwarf glanced down at his old friend's patent-leather boots, and sighed, "Jime and I will meet at Tariq Restaurant, come here together."

"Tariq of Liongate?"

"Ah."

"You two brothers meet, why don't you go to Casterly Rock?" Jalabah asked strangely.

"It seems that you are not doing well in Mia's court! You don't even know such a secret that is not a secret." The dwarf sighed.

"Queen Mia came from a reckless background, and a refined person like me is not very popular." Jalabah said awkwardly.

"What confidential information?" He wondered again.

"The White Walker King has appeared, and the princes are going to hold a 'ghost-slaying meeting' in King's Landing, and then work together to go north to kill the White Walker King." Tyrion said.

"Four years ago, the Dragon Queen gradually disappeared, and it appeared." Jalaba was puzzled.

"It didn't show up in public before, but this time." Tyrion's expression became serious, "Since two years ago, the night watchmen of Eastwatch have been sending news that a White Walker has arrived in the north on an iceberg.

Just last month, a night watchman risked his life to sneak into the occupied area and found that the ghosts were gathering on a large scale.Roughly estimated, there may be more than [-] different ghosts. "

"Twenty thousand different ghosts? The Holy Mother is merciful, even the Arctic King can't handle it!" Jalabah opened his mouth wide, his eyes terrified.

"That's why the princes need to form an alliance."

"What's the use of princes?" Jalabah shook his head vigorously and complained, "Where is Bran the Three-Eyed Raven, why didn't he raise the alarm earlier?
Since the alien ghosts have come across the sea in batches, we can also eliminate them in batches! "

"The White Ghosts are all in the occupied area! Even the Dragon Queen can't see that place, otherwise how do you think the White Ghost King has survived until now?"

"Why is there an occupied area?"

"You Muggle, I told you about the will of the world, do you understand?"

"Tell me about it," Jalabah said.

"It's been almost eight years since the long night fell. Do you think the world still belongs to human beings?"

"Does it belong to the aliens?"

"Let's get half of each. For example, Yidi, such a large piece of land, used to have tens of millions of people, but now there are only 50 people in Yidu.

Thanks to the Dragon Queen for getting a Daenerys girdle, I was able to survive these five years.

Think about it, humans only occupy one-thousandth of the land, and the rest belong to ghouls and white ghosts, and the group of white ghosts are still giving birth to babies.
Tell me, who does Yidi belong to now?By analogy, who does this world belong to? "

"Is the situation so broken? I thought the long night was coming to an end. There are only two years left before the ten-year long night promised by the Dragon Queen." Jalabah said blankly.

Tyrion smiled and said: "The long night is indeed coming to an end. This alliance of princes is to end the White Walker King. Kill him, and humans will win."

"Where is the Dragon Queen?" Jalabah wondered, "Five years ago, she led 20 centaurs out of Slavery Bay, and spent a year sweeping Essos from south to north, from east to west, back and forth several times, and then Never heard from her again."

(End of this chapter)