Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 1128 True Love
"Wait!" Prince East left his seat, looked around the hall, and said with a frown, "The law of accidents must be obeyed. No one with honor can sit back and watch the law of accidents be violated."

Geralt nodded, and said solemnly: "His Royal Highness is right, and Duny is not a monster, he is a poor cursed knight."

Bran looked at the dwarf hesitantly, hoping his uncle could give him a hint.

The dwarf was now expressionless.

In fact, like Bran, he was a little at a loss.

Before coming to this world, they have learned about the traditions and customs of this world.

The sanctity of the law of accidents is equivalent to the guest rights and sacred marriage contract in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire: the person who saves others can ask the rescued person for the first thing he saw when he returned home, or a saved person. What the person already possessed, but did not know at the time.

The law of accident is a customary law in the world of demon hunters. In addition to having the legal effect of a contract in customary law, it also involves fate.

Under normal circumstances, Brandon would not be involved in accidental law disputes at all.

But it's like Walder Fleming knew the story of the rat chef, and still did something that violated the rights of the guests.

Just because the benefits are too great.

Tyrion hesitated at this time, and Pavetta had a lot to do with it.

Perhaps, the fate of this world cannot affect the Dragon Queen at all?Maybe, for the sake of Pavetta, the Dragon Queen doesn't care about the laws of this world?
He brooded blankly, and Bran just took him for acquiescence.

He looked again at the Lioness of Cintra, for Prince Easter was her lover.

"Prince Brandon, this is my palace, and you have my permission—defeat anyone who stands in your way, and show Pavetta your outstanding swordsmanship."

"As you wish!" Bran smiled slightly.

At this time, East and the knights of "Honor" had already surrounded them.

Well, this is Pavella's wedding banquet, and the guests are not limited to the nobles of Sintra, and foreigners may not be willing to give Calanthe face.

"Prince from another world, this is not your world!"

"To challenge our laws and traditions is to insult us."

They were either with bare hands, or carrying heavy wooden chairs, or picking up the weapons of the soldiers who were knocked down by Duni, and slowly approached Brandon.

"Sorry, this is Queen Calanthe's order!" Bran used his right foot to hook Doni's iron sword into the air, caught it with his right hand, and thrust out like lightning.

The knights who came around felt a silver sword flashing in front of their eyes, and their wrists were tingling, and they couldn't hold their weapons.

"Damn, why is this kid so strong!" After a while, seven or eight people covered their dominant hands and wailed.

The rest of the unarmed people swarmed up. Bran didn't dare to kill.

But he was obviously only wearing a uniform, but when he was hit, he made the sound of beating a wooden stake.

"Damn it, he's not big, why is his body so hard and powerful? Could it be that he has a bull inside him?!"

"No, it's magic, his body surface has a golden light!"

Seeing that Brandon didn't use his ultimate move, all the knights simply stopped defending and rushed over with open arms and howling.

Some people were kicked seven or eight meters by him, and some people approached him, and were torn away by a big hand like a child by an iron hoop, and were thrown far away, knocking down four or five people.
Three or four strong men hugged Brandon's arms, wasp waist and thighs together. He roared, and the strange golden runes were faintly visible through the dress.

"Princess Pavetta, Queen Calanthe, please forgive my rudeness!"

He still had time to address the queen on the steps.

Then Bran, like a king of Chu surrounded by a group of bums, picked up the knight who was hugging him and beating his head with his fist one by one, and threw it out like trash.

In a short time, the palace hall was full of cups and dishes, and wailing was everywhere.

Brandon stood proudly on the spot, only his hair and clothes were a little messy, and he didn't even breathe thickly, but the floor beside him was full of groaning knights.

Prince Easter, also bruised and swollen, was one of them.

"I didn't expect the prince's diamond body training technique to be so successful." Sophia exclaimed.

"His character is not good, but his talent is really strong." Janetali whispered.

"Targaryen is talented." Asha said sourly.

Brandon stared in all directions, and all the knights and nobles who looked at him couldn't help swallowing, while the eyes of the ladies and ladies were all bright.

——Strong, handsome, noble, sweet-mouthed, and good-natured, Prince Brandon is perfect!

"Dony the Hedgehog, you shouldn't have come." Brandon raised his sword and came to the Hedgehog Knight, but he didn't make a move immediately. He first asked the queen Calanthe who was seated above him.

"No, don't!" Princess Pavetta shook her head in tears.

Calanthe, who was still a bit hesitant, immediately said angrily: "Kill him, kill this monster!"

Brandon raised his sword to stab.

"stop!"

There was also a silver light coming along with Li Drink, and with a "bang", before Brandon could react, the silver light was as fast as lightning and hit the middle of the iron sword.

There are golden sparks flickering.

"Ah!" Bran's palm was sore, and the iron sword fell to the ground with a clang.

Looking at the steel sword bouncing on the floor, he was a little stunned for a moment, the blade was twisted, and there was a gap the size of a broad bean where it collided, and beside the iron sword, there was an intact silver spoon.

The soft silver spoon broke the hard steel blade? ?
"You—" Bran suddenly turned his head, looked at the slowly approaching demon hunter, and said in shock, "Are you a sword master?"

"Prince Bran, stand back. I am a demon hunter, and I only know how to kill, and my shots are not crippled or injured." Geralt said lightly.

Bran first looked up at his uncle, and Tyrion shook his head slowly.

"You are a demon hunter, why are you involved in this matter?" Bran said unwillingly.

"I can't see an innocent person being murdered."

Bran's complexion changed several times, and he finally unbuttoned the dress at his throat, took a few steps back, put on a posture, and said in a deep voice: "I am the direct line of the king of the gods, and I will never retreat without a fight."

Geralt stared at him for a while, his brows gradually relaxed, and he nodded, "I understand. I will try my best to control my strength."

"You're humiliating me!" Bran was furious. "Today I want you to understand that the Juggernaut is not invincible."

"The wrath of the dragon king!" In standard Chinese, the last syllable fell, and Bran seemed to eject an explosive missile from his mouth, and the flames rolled into circles of milky white air waves towards the demon hunter.

"Roar!" Everyone in the hall felt the horror of a volcano erupting under Bran's feet, and the sacred and majestic roar of the dragon sounded in their ears at the same time.

For a while, their beard and hair were scorched, and they were dizzy.

This is a triple attack of soul, fire, and sound waves.

The demon hunter who was the first to bear the brunt took half a step, like a rock in a flood, standing still amidst the pressure of sound waves and soul, the sweeping flame seemed to encounter an invisible shield, squeezing in front of him and splashing countless sparks.

"Not enough!" Geralt said flatly.

"Clatter——" The chandelier behind him shook violently, the plates on the dining table shattered, and the glass windows above the stone wall of the palace exploded with a "bang".

"Eighteen flame dragons are urgent!" Brandon hung his left hand over his right palm, and in the blink of an eye, a rapidly rotating fireball filled the space between his palms, and the firelight turned from bright red to white.

"Squeak—" A python-like five-clawed fire dragon flew out of the fireball, opened its teeth and claws, and rushed towards the demon hunter.

"Hissing——" The second and third ones were like Gatling spraying bullets. In just one breath, eighteen fire dragons ten meters long and thick as buckets occupied most of the palace.

The fire dragon's eyes shone with wisdom, avoiding obstacles such as chandeliers, tables and chairs, idlers, etc., just attacking the demon hunter from all angles.

The demon hunter also practiced both magic and martial arts, and a transparent barrier of blue runes appeared around him. The fire dragon's claws were comparable to a solid sword, and its teeth even surpassed the blade of an iron sword, scratching gaps in the barrier.

Although the gap healed quickly, the barrier was illusory to the naked eye. After a few blinks, "Boom", it shattered into pieces of runes that flickered like fireflies, and then disappeared completely.

"Prince Brandon is too powerful, and his dual cultivation of magic and martial arts has reached a level that is difficult for ordinary people to reach."

"Perhaps, the gods are real, and he is a descendant of the gods."

The nobles of Sintra were pale, and they looked at Bran in awe.

"Clang—" The sound of the sword being unsheathed overwhelmed the roar of the fire dragon, Geralt pulled out his own sword, and drew the word "eight" to Bran who was smiling proudly ten steps away.

It seems empty cut, cut a lonely.

"Boom--stab--" Bran's expression was stiff, as if he had been hit in the chest by an invisible shell, and flew more than ten meters upside down in an instant, smashing the thick oak table, rolling to the corner, and blasting the porcelain solidly on the stone wall .

Of the eighteen flying flame dragons, three blocked the path of the sword energy and were directly smashed into pieces. The other fifteen lost control, lost the light in their eyes, and slammed into the floor and roof indiscriminately, leaving large areas of molten scorched black and dark red.

The bronze chandelier directly melted into juice, and the beams of the roof burned with raging flames, making everyone in the hall feel like they were in a furnace.

At this moment, everyone felt the power of Bulan Yanlong intuitively.

Of course, the witcher is stronger.

Fortunately, Master Tyrion controlled the flames, and the old druid arranged a defensive barrier, so the fire did not spread and the innocent were not affected.

"You, you are not an ordinary sword master!" Bran's chest was almost broken in half, from the left shoulder to the right side of the waist, all the flesh, ribs, and heart were cut open.

But he didn't die immediately, instead a milky white light came out of the wound automatically, and even the blood was slowly flowing back.

The pastor of the emperor's college students was not idle, and immediately stopped the bleeding and healed his wounds.

"Are you about to break through the Sword God?!" Bran said unwillingly.

"Sorry, I'm a demon hunter, and I'm used to doing my best in the face of monsters." Geralt sighed, walked up to Doni the hedgehog and helped him up, and said to the gloomy Calanthe, "Your Majesty, Doni saved Your husband's life, the debt must be repaid, this is the law of accident, the law that the world abides by, and it is also the wish made by fate, are you sure you want to go against fate?"

"The rules are set by you men, I don't abide by them! Even in the face of fate, I will not back down!" Calanthe said loudly with a livid face.

"Okay, you don't fear fate, but the promises you make must be fulfilled, right? Ordinary people have to keep their promises. As a queen, you should keep your promises." The demon hunter said.

"That bastard Rogner died as soon as he died, and I didn't ask anyone to save him. His promise has nothing to do with me!"

The witcher was speechless.

Rogner is Calanthe's ex-husband who "died of illness". Pavetta was in distress before her birth and was rescued by Doni, who made a promise of unexpected law.

"Mother, I love Doni!" At this moment, Princess Pavetta finally broke free from her fear of her mother, trotted down the stairs, and embraced Doni passionately, her face full of happiness and touch.

"I love him, and when I'm with him, I feel freedom and happiness like never before. This is my wedding, I can choose my husband, and I want to marry Donnie!"

"This princess has a bit of a bad taste." Asha leaned close to Dania's ear and whispered, "Even though Brandon has thousands of flaws, at least he's a human being, and he looks pretty good. How can a hedgehog talk!"

"It must be true love," Dania said.

"Maybe. No, I always think they are." The eldest princess Sansa frowned, as if she had encountered a big problem, "The princess's behavior is not normal, the hedgehog knight is old enough to be her father, by accident, Duny She should be adopted as a foster daughter."

(End of this chapter)