Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 1135 Cintra Destroys the Country

When Calanthe dripped blood into the fire in the center of the palace, there was a "bang", and the flames jumped more than five feet suddenly.

Then, the people standing by the fire saw blurred scenes in the fire.

They couldn’t see the faces of the people clearly, but they were familiar with the scenery near the characters. The palace of Sintra, the streets, the slums, and even the Skellige Islands were intertwined with the sea, the storm, and several shadows. The picture was gloomy and gloomy, as if the It is a world of death and corruption.

"She's dead, and her soul—"

Before the red-robed girl could finish her words, the bonfire suddenly shone with golden light, and it seemed that an eye that could fill the entire world was condensed in the flames. With a "plop", everyone around the fire felt extremely heavy in their hearts, souls, and bodies. He knelt down on the ground in control, sweating profusely, and in a trance.

As soon as the golden light is released, it will be retracted, and all the images in the fire will disappear.

"What's that?" The old Druid stood up tremblingly, but fell limply to the ground again.

He was horrified to find that his physical strength, magical power, and spiritual power were all gone, as if evaporated in the golden light?
"That's where Pavita's soul will go after her death." Melisandre's sweat-drenched shirt was heavy, her voice hoarse, "I knew she was strong, but there is only one look in the past——ah!"

"Who?" Geralt was also weak and could barely stand.

The red-robed woman shook her head silently.

"Where is my daughter's soul?" Calanthe struggled to get up from the floor.

"Maybe went to heaven, maybe returned to the world of death, maybe there is another destination, I don't know, but it is certain that she really died.

You have all seen that before the golden light appeared, the world where the phantom in the fire was located was dark and oppressive, it was a place of death. "

Calanthe closed her eyelids to hide the pain in her eyes, but there were slits in her eyes, which couldn't stop the tears from falling down.

She turned sideways to prevent others from seeing her fragility, quickly wiped off the salty water that had slipped to her lips, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with the golden light?"

"That was the light of redemption. A great god took her out of the cold, dark kingdom of the undead." Melisandre said.

"Which god?" Calanthe asked.

Aunt Mei rolled her eyes and said, "Maybe it's Meritelli. Didn't Pavita believe in Meriteli before she was alive? With the virtue of Her Royal Highness, it's reasonable to be saved by the gods of faith!"

Meritelli is the "cut version of the Seven Gods" in this world, only three women are old, middle and young.

Calanthe couldn't find the flaw in the red-robed girl's words: her daughter had never done anything evil, and she had been working hard to rescue the suffering and defend the country after her blood awakened. It would be unreasonable for Meritelli not to redeem her.

Thinking of her daughter having a good home, the Lioness of Sintra felt much more at ease.

"Through the previous pictures, it seems that the cause of my daughter's death cannot be found." She frowned.

"The prophecy is very random and vague. If it were 100 years ago, I might have sworn and confidently explained the meaning of the prophecy to you, but..."

After a pause, Melisandre smiled wryly and said, "Now I'm only leading the parties to observe for themselves, and I dare not give a direct answer anymore."

Calanthe looked to the court mage, hoping that he would give an answer to the prophecy.

The druid frowned and said, "I saw a few figures entangled together. Maybe the princess and Doni embraced each other, facing the storm of death helplessly and calmly?"

Calanthe's eyes lit up, he took Aunt May's hand, and said eagerly: "Dony doesn't seem to believe in Meritelli, his soul should still be in the land of death, can you summon his soul?"

"I'm prophesying, not summoning the undead."

"There's always some information, right?" Calanthe insisted.

Aunt Mei nodded, "Let me meet Princess Ciri, and use her breath to search for her father's life trajectory."

"You," Calanthe pointed at the witcher, "get out!"

Geralt opened his mouth to speak, but seeing the strength in Calanthe's eyes, he sighed helplessly, turned and left silently.

"It's no big deal to let him meet, right?" Aunt Mei felt a little bit wronged for her lover.

"I can't see each other. Once they meet, their fates will be linked together, just like Doni and Pavetta." Calanthe said firmly.

"The witcher will only take Ciri as his adopted daughter, not the same as Duny." Aunt Mei said.

"Miss Melisandre, do you know that Geralt himself is the child of an accident?" Calanther asked.

"Really? What a coincidence." Aunt Mei didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.

"His becoming a demon hunter is a fate arranged by the law of accident. I don't want Ciri to be like him, wandering around, alone and helpless.

My granddaughter will be a queen, get married and have children, live a happy life and be full of children and grandchildren! "

"This..." The red-robed woman was stunned, "Are you thinking too much?"

"It's about Ciri's future, I'd rather think about it."

Melisandre had nothing to say.

During the cup of tea, King East came over with a seven or eight-year-old little loli, with two-dimensional gray and fluffy hair, round and chubby face, shy and very loving.

The first time "she" saw little Siri, Melisandre's expression was dull, as if countless images flashed in her mind.

"Lady Melisandre?" The old druid touched her.

"Is there a problem?" Calanthe asked suspiciously.

"The power of destiny in her body is actually stronger than Geralt's." The red-robed woman's eyes still did not leave the little loli.

Calanthe rolled his eyes and said disapprovingly, "A mere demon hunter, why should I compare myself to the future Queen of Cintra?"

"No, Geralt. Forget it, Princess Ciri, watch the fire."

"Don't you need blood?" Druid wondered.

"No need this time, the power of fate in her is too strong." The red-robed woman shook her head.

With the experience of last time, everyone consciously approached the fire, and glued their eyes tightly to the flames.
The palace of Sintra, the sea, the archipelago, the big ship, the storm—"Who, who dares to spy on my king?"

The picture came to an abrupt end, and the bright starlight came out from the fire, followed by a shout of anger.

"Ah—" Aunt Mei snorted, two red lines flowed from her nostrils, and everyone backed away in shock.

"Careless, completely off guard! I thought Doni was dead, but I didn't expect that not only was he not dead, but there was a magician who was proficient in astrology beside him." The red-robed woman said with an ugly expression.

"My father is not dead?" Little Xili said in surprise.

"Dony's not dead." Calanthe and East looked at each other with ugly expressions.

"Are you sure?" the old Druid trembled.

The red-robed woman glanced at him, and said calmly: "Unless Princess Xili is the child of Pavetta and another man, you have also seen it. The picture is colorful and not a place of death. The warlock opposite also said, I The king, not the previous king."

"My king." Calanthe chewed carefully, "Dony is the king?"

"Dony said he was the prince of Mecht." East said.

Mecht is a remote principality smaller than a booger, it is very far away from Sintra, and that place cannot even be found on the normal version of the map.

Placed in Westeros, it is probably similar to a "finger" of Uncle Finger's Five Fingers Peninsula.

Before Aegon unified the Seven Kingdoms, the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms often called themselves "kings".

"Princess Ciri, you went to the Skellige Islands with your parents back then, why weren't you on board before leaving?" Melisandre asked puzzled.

"Pavita sent her off the boat," Calanthe said.

"This is unreasonable. The princess and his wife were planning to return to Sintra, and there was no reason to leave their daughter on the island."

"Maybe, seeing the storm, Pavetta was worried about something happening?" East said.

"This is even more unreasonable. They are not in a hurry. Since they are worried about the shipwreck, they can wait for the calm. It's only a few days. Anyway, they decided to leave their daughter on the island." The red-robed woman said.

"indeed."

Aunt Mei continued: "I suspect that the princess has discovered some secret, a secret related to Doni, so I changed my mind temporarily.

Dony was still alive, which in itself proved that he did have a secret. "

Ciri looked at her eagerly, as if she was about to cry.

"Take the princess down." Calanthe said to the attendants.

After little Lori left, the queen called in the witcher who was squatting outside the palace gate, staring at the sky in a daze.

"Doni has a problem, a big problem!" She looked at the witcher with cold eyes. It was this person who tried everything to get Baodoni back then.

"I'll go to Mecht to find out the truth." Geralt frowned.

Of course, the witcher found nothing, but this once again proved one thing: Duni has a problem!

In the following years, Geralt traveled around the world, looking for "my king" who had just ascended the throne in recent years.

There are too many "booger" kingdoms in the witcher world. In Westeros, they are all at the level of knights and earls, and the largest country is no more than the size of kings and stormlands.

Melisandre then went to lead the northern kingdoms of the holy land of mages—Xined Island, and became a teacher of the Sorceress Academy.

While teaching and educating people, while learning the spells of other worlds, at the same time forming the "Red God Sect", which is the "New Sun Sect" with a changed name.

Uh, the New Sun Cult she was working on before was the Red God Cult that abolished slavery.

After R'hllor went to "prison", the Red God sect fell into pieces.

There is no red god.

The Dragon Queen only needs R'hllor, the demon king of hell. The Red God can exist, but the Red God R'hllor cannot.

Aunt Mei has a deep affection for the Red God Sect, which has been believed in for hundreds of years.

Now that R'hllor committed a crime, she felt that she could try to take over the position of CEO.

Three years later, Melisandre returned to Cintra again, a dead ruin buried in blood and fire.

When she crossed the old druid's barrier and entered the palace, she saw the once heroic Cintra lioness covered in blood, slumped on a soft couch drinking wine, and turned a deaf ear to the cries and fights outside the window.

"Why are you here?" She glanced at Aunt Mei lightly, her eyes full of despair and death.

Just half a month ago, more than [-] Nilfgaardian soldiers unexpectedly crossed the Almer Mountains (equivalent to Wei Yan's Meridian Valley plot), and Sintra was caught off guard and sent troops hastily, but did not expect the enemy to prepare an ambush .

Facing an enemy whose strength was several times that of his own, Calanthe the lioness led the Sintra cavalry to launch a desperate charge, and then the entire army was wiped out.

Only Calanthe led dozens of remnants and fled back to the Royal City of Sintra, and even Prince East died in battle.

The incident was so sudden that the northern countries had no time to support it.

As soon as Calanthe returned to the palace, Nilfgaard's advance army chased after him. The warlock group broke through the city gate with only one round of magic attack. The massacre began.

Fortunately, the royal palace has layers of magical barriers left by warlocks of all ages—especially the demigod-level protective spell left by Pavetta back then, which lasted for five days!
The warlocks of the opponent took turns to go into battle, with bows, arrows, ballistas assisting, and even cavalry charging, the enchantment still persisted for five days!

"I have warned you a long time ago." It was not her country that was slaughtered. Aunt Mei was beaming and proud, "Emhyr has the shadow of Tywin and Aegon the Conqueror, but his essence is the mad king. I said he I will attack you sooner or later, if you don’t believe me, you still think I have ulterior motives, how about now?”

Uh, when Aunt Mei first joined the Warlock Association, she followed the example of Zhang Yi and Su Qin, and made a combination of horizontal and vertical - drawing the northern countries to form an alliance, and taking action against Nilfgaard, which is hard at work and hard at work, in advance.

"This is a lunatic." This is how the rich and powerful commented on her.

"It's starting to fool the king again." Someone who knew Aunt Mei's dark history said so.

(End of this chapter)