Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 1134 Aunt Mei who retook the path of the sages

"I'm sorry!" Geralt let her have her way without protest.

After she vented, he immediately asked, "Can you know the real cause of Pavita's death through the prophecy?"

Aunt Mei lay contentedly beside the witcher, her wet red hair intertwined with white hair.

"I have no fateful connection with her to foretell."

"Tyrion said you could help me," Geralt said anxiously.

"I didn't say I couldn't help you, but I'm short of materials and can't perform the prophecy." The red-robed woman said lazily.

"what material?"

"The blood of the person related to Pavetta's fate, maybe not blood, at least let me meet him face to face.

Just like when you want to find something lost, you must look for it along the path you have traveled. This is a kind of connection. "

"Let's go to Cintra immediately," Geralt said.

"I'm in trouble now, and I can't leave my body. You can bring the accidental son to me."

"If Calanthe allowed Ciri to come with me, things wouldn't have to be so complicated." Geralt smiled wryly.

"That can't be helped."

"Why did you rebel?" Geralt asked suspiciously.

"The priest of the Sun Cult humiliated me, and I want revenge." Melisandre said coldly.

"Uh, what did they do?"

"Back then, I heard that the Sun Cult was the Nilfgaardian religion, and I yearned for this country very much. After completing the task assigned by the Dragon Queen, I rushed over here immediately.

But when I met the High Priest of the Sun Cult, they knew who I was, but mocked me because I was a woman. "

The corner of Geralt's mouth twitched, "You worshiped the wrong temple, the Sun Cult is a male-dominated sect, and all the priests are male, just like the Academy of Sorcerers, where there are only women.

Moreover, the teachings of the Sun Cult are cruel and savage, advocating destruction and conquest, allowing you to enter the church, and being willing to receive you, is already for the sake of your emissary. "

Melisandre immediately said: "So I built a new Sun Cult."

"Is it worth it to waste so much time and energy just to get angry?" the demon hunter said helplessly.

"The church can also help me gather the power of faith and practice some of my ideas. It's so worth it. Anyway, I don't have any worries about life, and time and energy are the least valuable."

Geralt suddenly realized, "You don't dare to mess around in the world of the Seven Gods, so use our world to prove your own way."

"Your world is very dynamic." Melisandre laughed.

"Are you going to leave after Astral Conjunction is over?" Geralt asked.

"Isn't this nonsense, staying in this dead place waiting to die? I still want to see the scenery of the high-dimensional universe!" Aunt Mei took it for granted.

"That is to say, the life span of your new Sun Cult is only a few decades?"

"It's not bad for you, I will leave behind new inheritance and ideas."

"Forget it, I just hope that our world will never have Shadowbinders." Geralt smiled wryly.

"You look down on me?" Aunt Mei narrowed her eyes.

"No, I'm afraid of you."

Aunt Mei propped her head sideways, scrutinized every trace of the demon hunter's expression, and said clearly: "You have been in the world of the Seven Gods for a few years, and you know about my past?"

"It has nothing to do with your past. I'm afraid that you draw my blood every day to test blood witchcraft." Geralt said with eyes twinkling.

"Since you're afraid, let's leave." Aunt Mei pushed back her long hair that was hanging down her cheeks, turned over and left the bed, and began to put on her clothes.

"I need your help."

"Either you bring people in, or you wait a few years for my side to establish a foundation."

"How many cultists do you have now?" Geralt asked.

"A hundred mine slaves."

Geralt frowned and said, "Niflgaard has a habit of degrading captured soldiers into slaves, that is to say, the slaves are all foreigners.

How could you succeed in rebelling in Nilfgaard without the support of your own people? "

"What do you know? I'm learning from Daenerys' successful experience," Aunt Mei said with a sense of superiority. Church, you definitely don’t understand this method.”

"You think I'm illiterate?" Geralt rolled his eyes, "You can find countless versions of the Dragon Queen's biography in any bookstore in any city in the world of the Seven Gods.

It's a pity you weren't born for this kind of thing.After four or five years of rebellion, there are only a hundred believers
Given what you did in Westeros, I'm sure your political intelligence is very low.

It's the same rebellion, you're hundreds of blocks away from Tyrion. "

Aunt Mei said coldly, "Are you humiliating me?"

Geralt rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "You can learn from Tyrion, but do you know about the 'Virgin of Aedirn'?"

"Rebel leader Sakia?"

"You know how she became famous?"

Melisandre thought for a moment, then said uncertainly: "The first time I heard about this person is because she succeeded in slaying a dragon."

"Yes, that dragon is Tyrion! He harassed villages and towns in the form of a dragon, which attracted the attention of the whole continent.

The little-known "farmer's daughter" Sakia led the villagers to rise up and fight against the dragon in front of countless people.

After a tough fight, her dung fork pierced the dragon's eye socket. "

"The farmer's daughter led the people to defend their homes and slaughtered dragons with a dung fork. What a legendary story? Therefore, all the rebels unanimously elected her as the leader, and the people even affectionately called her 'Virgin of Aden'."

Aunt Mei was stunned, and said, "You mean, I also become a dragon slayer?"

"I have quite a few dragon friends."

"Help me finish this scene first, and then go to Sintra with you!" Aunt Mei gritted her teeth.

Two years later, the red-robed woman fled Nilfgaard in disgrace.

"Why is this happening?" Aunt May murmured blankly as she lay on Geralt's back.

"Oh, I made a mistake. The national conditions of Nilfgaard and Aedirn are different. Aedirn had been rebelling constantly and its national strength was declining, so it was impossible to take the foreign dragons, but Nilfgaard is too strong," the demon hunter said helplessly.

It took more than a year to finally invite a ten-meter-long red dragon—Sakiya's mother.

But as soon as they heard that there was a giant dragon attacking the town, the warlocks of Nilfgaard, the priests of the Sun Cult, the Imperial Knights, and the dragon slaying mercenaries all swarmed in. Before Aunt Mei had time to perform, the red dragon scared away.

The female dragon ran away, but the Nilfgaardians still refused to let her go.

A giant dragon is full of treasures. Dragon tears, dragon blood and dragon teeth are extremely precious raw materials for alchemy. They can not only help warlocks improve their magic power, but can even be made into elixir to prolong life and maintain youth.

Aunt Mei had no choice but to help, and was taught to be a man by the outsider warlocks.

"The humans in this world are too greedy." Melisandre said.

"Human beings in every world are greedy. Otherwise, why would the Dragon Queen create a Dragon Island alone?"

"My foundation has been completely ruined, and my identity has been exposed, and I have lost my aura as an envoy. Alas, what a loss!" Aunt Mei said helplessly.

"It doesn't matter, the relationship between the northern countries and Nilfgaard has always been tense, you can continue to form the New Sun Cult in the north, or you can join the Warlock Council.

You have also felt that, in terms of fighting alone, there may be few opponents for you, but warlocks are used to sticking together, and demigods are useless. "

Aunt Mei was a little moved. The power of a group is indeed stronger than that of an individual, especially the power of this world is not low.

"My identity is exposed, and everyone knows my ambition, will they still accept me?" She worried.

"The spell-casting class in our world is very careless and ascetic, and often causes trouble. You rebelled in Nilfgaard, but they will think you belong to the group." Geralt said.

"I'm a person from another world, so I won't be suspected of ulterior motives when I do things? If there are other world mages rebelling on our side, they will definitely be mobilized and attacked." Aunt Mei was dubious.

Geralt said: "Our side has a stellar convergence every few hundred years, and it's too common for people from other worlds.

You have seen Frances, she is obviously a pure-blooded elf and the leader of the Scoia'tael, but she still serves as the chairman of the Association of Sorceresses. "

Well, the Scoia'tael is a guerrilla group formed by elves, dwarves, halflings and other non-human races against the human regime.

It is not a strict organization, as long as it is a foreigner who raises the flag to rebel, it is called the Scoia'tael.

"Oh, your world is so... alive."

Sighing, Aunt Mei frowned again and said, "It's not the first time I've caused trouble in Nilfgaard. In the past few years, the army and the Warlock Corps didn't respond so quickly. Could it be because of the new king?"

"You mean 'white fire dancing on the graves of enemies,' Emhyr?"

Aunt Mei nodded, "He is the son of the previous king, who was usurped by the previous king and exiled abroad, well, this situation is a bit similar to that of Daenerys.

No, Emhyr is more like the Dragon Queen's father, Mad King Aerys.

It is said that he fried the enemies who were still alive in an oil pan, and those political enemies who died were also excavated from the tombstones and paved into the stone slabs of the ballroom in the palace.

Seven layers of hell, dancing on the enemy's tombstone, the mad king is not as good as him! "

"It's kind of like that," Geralt agreed.

Aunt Mei thought for a while, and began to summarize the reasons for her failure: "Just because he is like the mad king, I thought he was as fearless as the mad king.

I was careless, ignoring the fact that he snatched the throne from the usurper.

The Mad King is the Second Patriarch, but Emhyr is a Restorer like Daenerys.

Of course, he is infinitely far away from Daenerys, and he should be a fusion of the Mad King and Tywin. He is crazy and fierce, but also full of ruling wisdom. "

"That's right, that's very reasonable." The demon hunter nodded repeatedly.

"The northern kingdoms are in danger!" Melisandre exclaimed suddenly.

"Oh, why do you say that?"

"A prophecy of my whim."

The witcher was numb.

"A brutal person can't live a normal life. He either commits violence to the people of his country or vents his desire abroad. Smart people know how to choose. Unfortunately, Emhyr is both cruel and smart."

"This is just your guess. The northern countries are far stronger than you think, and they are not so easy to be invaded. If Emhyr is really smart, he must understand this." Geralt said.

"Then let's wait and see!"

When they came to Sintra, the news that Melisandre, the alien envoy, was doing trouble in Nilfgaard had already spread to the northern countries.

Calanthe's attitude towards her was more vigilant and less polite, but he was not directly hostile.

"The slaves there are suffering too much. I want to liberate the slaves and improve the cruel sun doctrine." Melisandre explained dryly.

"I don't care what you do in Nilfgaard, as long as you don't do the same thing in Sintra. Now that you have come to my palace and seen me, can you predict my daughter's life or death?" Calanthe Said lightly.

"You suspect that Pavetta is not dead?"

"I really hope she's not dead."

"It's very simple." Melisandre nodded, looking around, "Where is the little princess? I need a drop of her blood."

Ciri was not in the palace.

"Use mine." Calanthe stretched out his right hand.

"It's not only your daughter who suffered, but also Princess Sirilla's father."

"I only care about my daughter, I don't care about Duni's life or death."

"Ok."

(End of this chapter)