Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 1088 The Sun Appears, The Era Begins

Time flies, and two years have passed.

The sun has not yet appeared, and there is a fireball burning in the middle of the sky, which cannot bring too much light and heat to the earth, and also keeps the sky and earth in a state of near dusk for 24 hours.

Even more surprising to the living is the wind.

During the long night, the north wind howls, bringing cold air to the world; after the death of the White Ghost King, the wind continues to blow, always the south wind, which cannot bring warmth to the world, but blows away the cold in the world?
Anyway, they saw that the thick ice covering the land began to melt, and in some areas they could even see the long-lost black land.

The most obvious change is still the river.

The Trident River and the Blackwater River, which had been frozen for several years, spewed out gurgling springs again.

During the two years since the end of the long night, the living people all over the world have not been idle.

For example, in Westeros, Queen Sansa led the elite knights to run around, cleaning up the White Walker strongholds in the territory from south to north.

The ghost king died, and even the cold god was beheaded, but the ghosts did not become extinct.

Slaver's Bay, a hot spring estate outside Astapor.

The surface of the pool is full of white air, and it is almost impossible to see the people on the opposite side. There are even bubbling bubbles in the center. Four naked men, old, middle-aged and young, chat and laugh freely in the scalding water.

"I thought you were still in Westeros," Jon said.

"I see boredom in her eyes." The dwarf laughed at himself, "In two years, the Queen's roots have penetrated deep into the Seven Kingdoms.

I, who used to be able to help her stabilize the overall situation, have gradually become an existence that threatens the stability of the political situation after you.

In terms of the wisdom of playing with power, she gradually surpassed me.

I couldn't offer her more quality advice than Margaery the Chancellor in function.

Well, after I'm gone, maybe Little Rose can be the Queen's Hand. "

"Maybe you're overthinking it. Sansa wrote to care about your situation before." Old Aemon said.

The dwarf covered his face with a wet towel, and said sullenly: "When she brought a young poet into the inner room without hesitation, and asked Brienne to stop me outside, everything is self-evident.

It's better for me to leave by myself than to suddenly fall into the big trial and be stripped of my honor. "

"Sansa..." Jon said with a complicated expression, "Is she very dissolute now?"

"That's not true, she just wanted to drive me away." The dwarf smiled bitterly, "Actually, according to the laws of the Seven Kingdoms, her behavior is nothing, let alone she has no husband, even if she has one."

In ancient China, it was common for wives to be caught cheating on the spot and dipped in pig cages.

But according to the law of Westeros, she can only be whipped six times with a whip, and there are regulations on the thickness of the whip, which cannot be thicker than a thumb.

The six strokes correspond to the other six of the Seven Gods except the Stranger, and each whip means atonement to a god.

There is no Stranger, because the Stranger represents death.

Are the men of Westeros more gentlemen?

No.

This law was made by a woman, Rhaenys, second wife of Aegon the Conqueror.

And the tradition of noble ladies of the Seven Kingdoms raising actors, beautiful poets and singers also started from her.

"Sansa is currently rebuilding the section of the Great Wall at East China Sea Watch. She borrowed King Kong to carry bricks and stones from me earlier, so she doesn't have time to mess around." Old Aemon said slowly.

"Building the Great Wall is a great achievement, and it was Margaery's suggestion: the credit should be in your own hands." The dwarf laughed.

Jon frowned and said, "To build the Great Wall, in addition to building brick walls, you have to repair the magic circle. Who is helping her?"

"Bran is in charge, and Meribald and Lancel are the leaders. They brought the strongest monks in the temple, a total of [-] second-level priests." The dwarf said.

"Building the Great Wall is indeed a great achievement. What can Margaery get in return for helping her complete this work? The Duke of the Bend?" Jon asked curiously.

"The complete River Bend is too strong, I guess Sansa will divide it into two, and even take part of it to form a new kingdom." The dwarf said.

"Margaery agrees?"

"So what if she agrees or disagrees? If it wasn't for Sansa's help, she would almost lose her position as Countess of Arbor Island." The dwarf sighed.

"Why?" Jon wondered.

"Her son is dead," the dwarf sighed. "Margaret doesn't come home all the year round. The child misses her mother and runs to the pier every day. The ice and snow on land are melting recently, and the ocean climate changes faster and more urgently. Beware of being swept away by the waves."

"That's true." Jon couldn't help thinking of his son who died in infancy.

"She's suffering."

The dwarf smiled and said: "It's not too hard, without her son, she can no longer be the Countess of Qingting Island, and Sansa helped her marry Hooper again.

Hope and her former husband Horace are twin brothers, exactly the same person, exactly the same family, which is equivalent to a restart of marriage.

However, Margaery was not very satisfied with this marriage, she felt that she had lost money.

According to her ideal, she should learn from Nymeria, get married once, get a husband who can help her fight, lay down a piece of land, kill her husband once, inherit a fief, and then replace her husband.

Nymeria married all the way from Sunspear City on the east side of Dorne to Starfall City on the western border, and the place where she married was the king's land, truly realizing the marriage and unification of the country. "

"Why bother, why bother! Qingting Island is already the top earldom in the Seven Kingdoms, what more does she want?" Jon sighed.

"You also said that Qingting Island is only the Earldom." The dwarf splashed water on the face of Simba who had been silent on the opposite side, and said with a smile: "Not every woman can realize her dreams with hard power like his mother. ambition."

Simba wiped the water off his face, but still didn't speak.

"The temperature has been getting higher and higher in the past two years, and the temperature in Slaver's Bay is about to break through zero, which means that the sun is about to be forged, so it's time for Dany to come back?" Old Aemon said with a smile.

"According to the current trend, after one year, soaking in hot springs will no longer be a blessing, but a sin." Jon nodded.

The dwarf picked up the silver jug ​​from the stone platform, and while blowing to his mouth, said vaguely: "What do you think is the difference between drinking now and drinking in summer?
It's almost boiling hot water, which most people can't bear. Only we Targaryen are qualified to enjoy this blessing. "

Jon nodded, and looked at the burly silver boy next to him, "During the process of forging the sun, Aunt Dany should have a better understanding of Chuhuo.

The higher her level has been in the past two years, the higher our bloodline has been.Simba has benefited the most, can he now be immune to ordinary flames? "

"Wildfire can't hurt me." Simba nodded.

"Don't be complacent, boy, Uncle Tyrion has eaten wildfire long ago!" cried the dwarf.

Jon glanced at the old uncle lightly, and asked, "Simba, are you a fire demigod?"

"What?" The dwarf almost choked on the wine, and ran over in a few steps, pulling the boy to look left and right, the pupils of his eyes stretched into vertical pupils.

Except for a well-proportioned and muscular body, and his second child who is slightly smaller than him, nothing can be seen.

"Simba's realm surpasses yours, and his meditation skills are also more advanced than yours. You can't see through his roots at all." Jon smiled.

"Simba started to study 'The Source of the First Fire' in April this year, he gathered his meditation foundation in three days, and was promoted to demigod after one month." Old Aemon said proudly.

"Falke, it's a talent to become a demigod in a month." The dwarf's face twisted, and the pleasure he got from being the second child disappeared in an instant.

He said angrily: "The group of evil gods who went to hell back then were right. The sons of the gods are indeed very nourishing. If you eat them, you will definitely become gods and live forever. It's a pity that they found the wrong people.

Simba, you can live safely until now, thanks to your uncles and uncles for helping you shelter from the wind and rain! "

"That's fine, from now on Simba will protect you from the wind and rain." Old Aemon said with a smile.

The dwarf rolled his eyes, put his arms around his nephew's shoulders and said, "Simba, do you know that a humanoid creature named 'Snow Maiden' has appeared in the world in recent years?

Their eyes emit blue light, like stars, and their skin is as pale as moonlight. Although their bodies are colder than ice and snow, they possess a peerless beauty that is difficult for humans to match.

They came from the wind and snow, and some people say that the wind and snow accompanied them, full of legend.

They can communicate with humans and even give birth to children. "

Simba said solemnly: "They are all single ghosts. I have killed dozens of them this year alone."

"Kill them all?"

"Seeing will destroy." Simba said in a deep voice.

The dwarf bared his teeth and said, "You can really do it, such a beautiful person."

"They are aliens invading the world!" Simba frowned.

The dwarf waved his hand, "The cold god was chopped into several pieces by your mother, so what kind of threat are the remaining White Walkers?
I think we should accept and protect those White Walker girls like the children of the forest and the elves.

Didn't your mother still plan to build a dragon island as a sanctuary for a few humanoid species?

White Walkers are also rare humanoid beings. "

"The White Walkers are different," Simba insisted.

"Tyrion, you can't." Jon looked strange, hesitant to speak.

The dwarf smiled calmly: "Old Nan told me the story about Brandon the Night Watchman marrying the bride of the White Walker when I was a child, and I believed it at the time.

But when I grow up, when I shake my dick and pee in the snow, I'm 100% sure - the legends are all lies.

It can't be said that the White Walkers are, as the maesters say, a clan of wildlings beyond the Wall.

Why should Brandon marry the White Walker Bride because my second child can't even stand a normal snowstorm?

Later, when the long night fell and most of the stories about the White Walkers proved to be true, I still wondered if the Bride of the White Walker was cold in the body, but warm in there?
I'm already tired of playing with human beings, and I don't feel it anymore. When I met that delicate Ice Maiden, I couldn't help being moved, and wanted to verify the authenticity of the legend for the last time.

I did! "

Old Aemon was dumbfounded, Jon's expression was distorted, and Simba looked at his uncle with curiosity and admiration.

"My dear nephew, my uncle will tell you today that the legends are not wrong! Although the White Ghost Bride is icy, but the ice does not hurt, the cold is not wood, the cold is not the body but the soul. From the inside out, keep shivering with us Soaking in a hot spring is a bit like soaking in an ice spring!" The dwarf put his arms around Simba, showing a lewd smile, "It's really comfortable, don't mess with flowers in the future, you can really try it.

I assure you, as long as you run the fire witch power in your body to your dick, you will not get frostbite. "

"Tyrion, do you know what you're talking about?!"

Old Aemon was furious, turned over and found a crutch from the pool, and swung it across his head and face.

"Don't hit, don't hit, I'm just teaching my nephew to increase his experience." The dwarf ran away with his head in his arms.

Simbala comforted the old man who was trembling with anger, "Grandpa, don't worry, I have a wife and I won't mess around."

"Your wife is only ten years old, can you hold back?" The dwarf laughed.

Simba blushed slightly, "When practicing the 'source of the first fire', all the emotions and desires can be used as firewood to burn into one's own magic power."

"What?" The dwarf was stunned.

Jon frowned and said, "It sounds like an evil technique. Was the source of the first fire created by your mother?"

Old Aemon nodded, and said: "Half a year ago, Astapor's magic mirror contained a piece of information and a meditation technique, which should have been specially prepared by Dani for Simba.

The world is born in the first fire, people live in the world, and human desires are also part of the world, so they can naturally be ignited by the first fire and turned into magic power. "

"Simba has become a wooden man?" the dwarf asked strangely.

"No, just burn the excess emotions and keep the mind in a state of tranquility. In this state, the emotions are clearer and more delicate." Simba thought about it: "Put a grain of pepper in a pot of stew, There is almost no taste of pepper.

But if you throw the pepper into the water and boil it, you can easily taste the spicy taste. "

"Dani will definitely not harm Simba." Old Aemon looked calm, not worried at all.

"It seems pretty good," the dwarf smacked his mouth, "My current life is a mess, and I can't taste any taste.

Simba, show me your meditation idea later. "

Simba said: "The meditation method is in the magic mirror in the study, you can see it yourself."

"The source of the first fire should be to imitate the first fire, right? Such a subtle and profound witchcraft, just put it in the study?" Jon frowned.

"Ordinary people can't learn it at all. It's more than ten times harder than the great wizard's meditation method." Old Aemon said casually.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoong!" The wind suddenly blows above the hot spring pool, the white steam is swept away, and the field of vision suddenly becomes wider.

"This is." The four men were stunned.

A song of the wind rang in their ears, the violent gust, the gentle breeze, the warm spring wind. Each wind is a note, and thousands of notes are combined into a harmonious song.

After a long, long time, the singing gradually stopped, and the few people recovered from their intoxication, looked at each other, and exclaimed in surprise: "Song of the Wind!"

"Dany sings the song of the wind, the seven gods bless her, she," old Aemon's lips trembled, but he couldn't continue.

The last time the Song of Fire set the world on fire, he burst into tears and chanted, "Holy Mother, we have a God in House Targaryen!"

What now?What should he say?
How many Songs of Law does Dany have?

Let alone a true god, it seems that even a god king is not her limit. She turned Targaryen from a royal family into a royal family, and now it is possible to evolve into a god race.

There are four Targaryen men present, only he and the dwarf are not demigods, what is it if they are not protoss?
"It's too exaggerated. Is she 30 years old this year? She has mastered three complete songs of laws, two of which are the most powerful basic elemental laws." The dwarf looked complicated.

In the past two years, he has still been drinking and drinking, his magic power has increased slowly, and his realm has hardly moved. "Demigod" is still a distant dream.

"The wind hasn't stopped yet." Jon suddenly stood up, splashing water.

"Did you feel it?" He closed his eyes and opened his arms to welcome the gust of wind.

"Ah, there is heat in the wind, and the dragon queen is sending heat to the world with the song of wind and fire." cried the dwarf.

"No, it's not Song of Fire that is heating." Simba frowned and thought hard, "It seems to be a domain? But the scope of a domain cannot cover the entire world!"

Jon said solemnly: "Your feeling is correct, it is not the song of fire that conveys heat, but the song of fire transforms the power of ice around the world into warm firelight.

Let's go out and see, the long night is really coming to an end this time. "

The ice and snow melted visibly with the naked eye, turning into creeks, converging into rivers, and flowing.

And in the center of the sky, the dark red fireball became brighter and brighter.

"Om—" The world suddenly shook, and the giant wind wall around Daenerys collapsed instantly.

"Quack quack—" the sun in the sanctuary exploded into dozens of fire crows, shouting happily and flying towards the sun.

"Well, I'm a big wind disaster!" The wind giant, which was bigger than the pyramid, stood blankly under the sun, looking around in a daze, a little at a loss.

At the same time, all the rings of Daenerys around the world disintegrated, but the humans inside the rings were cheering excitedly.

"The sun has finally come out, Saint Deny has summoned the sun, long live Daenerys!"

"The long night is completely over, and I survived the long night, woo woo woo."

Great Wall, East China Sea Watch.

Queen Sansa, wearing a dark golden fur, walked out of the castle, looking up at the increasingly dazzling golden sun with a shocking expression.

"She did it, she really did it. Forging the sun out of thin air, what a power and feat." She clenched her fists and murmured blankly.

Margaery looked at the sky, then observed the queen's expression, and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations, Your Majesty!"

Although her son died a year ago, she is in good condition at this time.

The white fox fur without a trace of variegation complements her delicate face like a red flower, and a large golden sword hangs from her waist, making her extraordinarily heroic.

She was promoted, from Chancellor of the Exchequer to interim Hand of the Queen.

After the dwarf left, Sansa was going to ask her younger brother Bran to leave Winterfell to help her, but Bran refused indifferently.

"I am the Royal Guard of the Dragon Queen. It is my responsibility to help repair the Great Wall, and forget about the rest."

Sansa was very upset and helpless.

She knew that because of Jon's affairs, several brothers had alienated herself.

In the days when Jon was just exiled, Arya's dead girl was projected into her bedroom every night in the form of a death girl.Staring at her with cold dead fish eyes, he looked at her expressionlessly, and kept gesticulating with the death scythe in his hand, scaring her to death.

Later, she couldn't stand it any longer, so she had to bring her dead ghost mother to be a peacemaker, and persuade Erya to stop scaring her sister—well, Mrs. Shi Xin not only didn't blame her, but praised her for being clever, because the benefits were all there. It fell into the hands of several of her own brothers.

Originally, letting Jon inherit Winterfell was Madam Shixin's last choice in desperation. Now that the good daughter can let the ancestral inheritance return to her son's hands, she is so satisfied with the elder daughter's method .

Erya was indeed persuaded by the dead ghost's mother, but before leaving, she beat the elder sister hard.

After Bran, Sansa's second choice is the second grandfather "Black Fish" Brynden.

Old Heiyu has no relationship with Jon, and has always supported his granddaughter, but he is too old, has experienced too many tragic things, and has had a hard time in the past ten years.

After finally staying up until the end of the long night, I really didn't have the mood and energy to go to King's Landing.

At this time, he had become a monk in the Great Sept. After becoming a priest and obtaining the seat of magic, he returned to Riverrun to spend his days in the Sept.

Sansa then extended an invitation to the Onion Knight.

The old knight has little knowledge, but his loyalty is guaranteed, he is conscientious in his work, and has no selfishness towards the monarch. Sansa has always admired him.

The old knight thanked the queen for her appreciation, and without hesitation, turned and walked towards the Great Sept of Baelor—he also wanted to become a monk.

Arianne, on the other hand, did not leave King's Landing with the dwarf, nor did she return to the Prime Minister's Mansion in Yidu, so she recommended herself to be the Prime Minister of Queen Sansa.

"Yidu is good, but the days are too ordinary and not challenging at all. Besides, I am the future Prince of Dorne, and I will come back eventually," she explained.

As for her future with Tyrion
"We have no future, he can't give birth, I can give birth but I can't, in the future I have to choose one of Quentin's children as heir, but they can't be Tyrion's heir." Arianne said helplessly.

Unfortunately, her sincere analysis still failed to impress Sansa.

Sansa thought she was not talented enough.

The Dornishmen had come to Storm's End as early as King Aegon's time.

Even with King Aegon captured, Dorne has fought the siege of King's Landing.

Although the war failed and Aegon died later, the relationship between Dorne, Storm's End and Sansa has always been good.

"Is your father willing to go out of the mountain?"

She took a fancy to Prince Daolang.

Arianne was stunned for a moment before saying: "When the sun comes out, my father will give up his title and join the Great Church as a monk."

"The long night is finally over, why are they all planning to become monks?" Sansa complained.

"Why, is there anyone else who will be a monk?" Arianne asked doubtfully.

"As far as I know, there are Onion Knight, Ser Brynden, Ser Jon Connington, Lord Celtigar, Lord Manderly, Bronze Jon. Even Bronn the Blackwater plans to go to the Priest of the Great Sept." Sansa sighed.

These are just the prime minister candidates she has her eye on.

It can be guessed that there will be more nobles who become monks in the Seven Kingdoms at this time.

If you ask Bronn, the reason is actually very simple.

"I enjoyed everything when I was young. When I am old, I have no energy and can't play anymore. Instead of lying in bed at home and recuperating alone, it is better to go to the temple with old friends and become a monk.

Being a monk can at least strengthen your body and prolong your life, and it is easier to go to heaven after death.

If the heart is more pious and the understanding of the teachings is deeper, it may be possible to become the legendary demigod angel like Meribald.

Live comfortably and with peace of mind, and have a secure future. Such a good job, a fool would not do it. " These are the original words of Earl Blackwater.

He is also running five now, and his body functions are beginning to fail, and he is gradually weak and unwilling.

A large wave of capable old men have gone to become monks, and Sansa has no choice but to promote Margaery.

Recovering from the trance, Queen Sansa frowned and said, "Congratulations to me?"

"Your Majesty, when the sun comes out, there is nowhere for the ghosts to hide. The world is peaceful. Your official coronation is not far away!" Little Rose excitedly said.

"Well, we should have a good celebration." Sansa couldn't help grinning with anticipation on her face.

"For the sake of the sun, for the new era, and for the queen, the people of the Seven Kingdoms will always remember that day.

The Seven Kingdoms hadn't held a formal martial arts competition for more than ten years, and when the time comes, we must call on the heroes of the Seven Kingdoms to compete.

This time, a woman is allowed to wear the family crest and compete as an official knight, and I will also go to the joust. " Margaery said excitedly.

"Yes, I will leave this matter to you." Queen Sansa said happily.

"By the way, what are you going to do with the Iron Throne? Throw it away, or reactivate it?"

Margaret thought of the rusty iron lump placed in the warehouse, and said hesitantly: "The Iron Throne has always been a symbol of royal power, but does it still have meaning now? If you don't use the Iron Throne, where will you sit then? "

"Of course you can't throw it away. Wearing a human crown on your head and sitting on the Iron Throne is the real King of the Seven Kingdoms." Sansa said in a deep voice.

Margaret nodded, and then asked tentatively, "Have you made a decision on the candidates for the dukes of the valley, the river, and the river bend? It seems that the dukes of the north are also available."

Sansa looked her in the eyes. "You want to be the Duke of the Reach?"

"I think." Margaery didn't evade.

"Hewan is too strong and the area is too large, I feel uneasy." Sansa said lightly.

"Your Majesty, you have a crown, and the seven gods will bless your dynasty for 1 years!" Margaret sighed.

"Hehehe, the Bu Dynasty in Yidi is still going on, but tell me, who is the real king, Father Tyrion or Emperor Bu?

I can think of ten ways to usurp the throne right now, to circumvent the promise of the Dragon Queen.

A king should constantly strive for self-improvement, why do he always think about relying on others?Even if she is a god! "Sansa sneered.

Margaery frowned and said, "Are you going to revoke the Duke of the Bend?"

Sansa smiled lightly and shook her head, "I plan to redefine the scope of the river bend and the river, these two places are too big and rich.

The kingship belongs to the Dragon Queen, I need a new kingland.

I will divide a piece of land from the bend of the river and the land between the rivers to form a new kingdom.The area of ​​the new kingdom will be larger than the future river bends and rivers. "

Margaret gritted her teeth and said, "Your Majesty, if I become the Duke of the Bend, I am willing to divide half of the Mande River into the royal domain."

"Well, I'll think about it." Sansa nodded flatly.

(End of this chapter)