Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 1136 The Alien Version of "Asshai's Prophecy"

"It's impossible for us to unite without feeling the pain. Forget it, it's too late to say anything now." Calanthe's face was ashen.

"Why is it so late?" Aunt Mei asked in surprise.

"The beasts are slaughtering my people, but I don't even have the strength to hold a sword. I am surrounded by orphans and widows who have lost their husbands and sons."

Calanthe looked desperately at the fire outside the window, and seemed to be able to see the scene of the barbaric southern soldiers ravaging the people of the royal city.

"Did you forget something? Where is Princess Ciri?" Aunt Mei looked around.

"I asked my confidant knight to take her away from the secret passage. She can't die, and she won't die. She hasn't met Geralt yet, and fate won't let her die until the Law of Accidents is fulfilled." Calanthe trembled. on the road.

"Uh, you're going to entrust her to Geralt?"

"Although I really want to defy fate, I have never succeeded once. The law of accidents must not be violated. Geralt is Ciri's destiny." Calanthe said bitterly.

"Ciri and Targaryen are married, have you forgotten?" Aunt May reminded.

Calanthe was stunned for a moment, "How can I marry Targaryen even after my country has perished? And it was only a verbal agreement at the time, and the candidate was not even determined."

Aunt Mei smiled faintly, "With all due respect, whether you are a queen or a beggar, it makes no difference to Targaryen.

They will never covet the dowry you gave Ciri.

On the contrary, Targaryen speaks like a mountain, and the people of the world know it.Even if it is just a verbal agreement, they will not violate it. "

"So, what do you want to say? By the way, the city is being massacred outside, and the streets are full of Nilfgaardian beasts. How did you get in?"

"I can't beat the Warlock Sect, but it's very easy to come and go freely." After a pause, she continued: "I came to you this time because I hope you can help my Red God Cult.

Of course, I hope you can convince other kings.But it was only when I came here that I realized that you were so decadent. "

"Hmph, as long as I can still stand up, I must hold the sword and join the final battle of my life." Calanthe said with a gray face as he stroked the huge wound on his chest that cut across his torso.

"I said so much before, but you didn't listen? You are Targaryen's in-laws, and theoretically have an alliance with Targaryen.

Not to mention that it is only Sintra that has fallen now, even if the entire northern countries fall, your grandson-in-law can easily help you restore the country. "

Calanthe's dim eyes shone brightly, "Are you sure?"

Her voice trembled.

"You can try, anyway, there is nothing to lose."

"Redwin, Redwin!" Calanthe stood up and called out the name of the Chief of the Palace Guard loudly.

A moment later, a burly middle-aged armored knight pushed the door open, knelt on one knee and said, "Your Majesty, I have distributed all the poison as you ordered."

"Ga—" Calanthe's voice became hoarse, and he collapsed.
"What poison?" asked Aunt May.

"The enemy army is about to break through the defense. The nobles of Cintra would rather die with dignity than accept the insult of the beasts of Nilfgaard." Knight Redwyne was determined.

"Uh, did you drink the poison?" Aunt Mei's mouth twitched.

"Of course, we are not afraid of death!!!"

None of the nobles in the Royal City of Sintra surrendered, and almost all committed suicide, including women and children, and even babies were poisoned by their parents.

Very heroic, very tragic.

Although it was miserable, it also facilitated Calanther's escape.

Well, she was originally resolutely unwilling to live, but the only remaining attendants heard that the restoration of the country was hopeful, and forced her to leave with Melisandre.

"It's not difficult. As long as you can go to the World of the Seven Gods to show your sincerity in person, Targaryen will at least form a volunteer army of 5000 people for you." After several twists and turns, he contacted the dwarf, he said.

Before going to the world of the Seven Gods, Calanthe had to find his precious granddaughter first, otherwise who would get married?

But Shirley hadn't been found yet. The final battle between the northern nations and Nilfgaard—the Battle of Soldon Mountain broke out. The two sides invested [-] soldiers to participate in the battle. Dozens of warlocks formed a warlock group to bombard each other with war magic.

Almost all the outsiders ran to watch.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and torrential rain. The warlock manipulated the lightning to illuminate dozens of miles around. It seemed that there were firecrackers roaring in the clouds.

The plants all over the mountains and plains grew wildly, entangled the soldiers, and smashed them into blood mud and bones.

From time to time, meteor fireballs the size of houses crossed the valley and landed on the position a few kilometers away, exploding a flame the size of an aerial bomb.

There are also warlocks who set up a defensive barrier that covers half of the battlefield, and the enemy's magic splashes on it like a meteor falling to the ground.

"It's so spectacular. I didn't expect war to be so magnificent and cruel." The new generation after the long night was shocked.

"Not bad, not bad, it's interesting." The old guy who survived the long night calmly nodded his head.

The Nilfgaardians who were frantically attacking north were blocked, and the Northern Allied Forces won a miserable victory.

The strength is not inferior to that of the demigod warlocks in the world of ice and fire. In the northern countries alone, [-] people died, and more than [-] soldiers died in battle. The death rate exceeded [-]%. Including the injured, the casualty ratio exceeded [-]%!

"It's too tragic, mortals shouldn't be involved." Tyrion, who was used to seeing big scenes, also showed his unbearable expression.

From the beginning of the invasion of Sintra to the end of the war, in the past three or four months, when the armistice agreement was signed, Calanthe was embarrassed and angry.

Embarrassing because the war was over before she had time to ask for reinforcements.

The anger was because Cintra was betrayed by the Allies, and her country was recognized by the northern nations as the new province of Nilfgaard.

After getting angry, she became more determined to go to another world to ask for reinforcements.

Well, before the Battle of Mount Thordon, Calanthe began to hesitate whether to ask Targaryen to help restore the country.Because after the fall of Sintra, the strategy of the red-robed women united against the enemy was soon unanimously recognized by the northern countries.

Moreover, the red-robed woman is already a member of the warlock council, which is equivalent to a doctor in the old town of Xuecheng-if you convince other doctors, you can persuade the lord through the bachelors in various territories.

Every country has a court warlock, equivalent to a national teacher, who is represented by the warlock council to save a lot of time for forming an alliance.

Therefore, Nilfgaard's invasion was rapid, but the northern countries were able to complete the formation of the alliance in just four months, and even sent troops to set up defense lines.

This kind of efficiency would be envied by the Dragon Queen, who urges all countries to unite against ghosts during the long night.

"You shouldn't have brought Ciri here. There may be turmoil in the Warlock Council in the near future." Half a year later, when she saw little Ciri who was walking with the demon hunter, Melisandre was surprised and worried.

At this time, Ciri was 13 years old, with short ear-length hair, wearing the same leather armor as Geralt, and even carrying a witcher sword on his back.

A tomboy witcher just like him, the goose egg face still has childishness, but it doesn't have the softness of the early years.

There is a bit of her grandmother's tough temperament, and there is a shadow of Geralt's fearlessness and bravery.

"Seeing the White Walker, Calanthe's worries come true, you really turned her into a little witcher."

Geralt gently rubbed Ciri's little head, and sighed: "A lot has happened in the past few years. When I met her, she had become a strong fighter."

Then, the witcher recounted his experience with Ciri.

That day, Calanthe arranged for his confidants to take Ciri away from Sintra, but met the Nilfgaardian knights on the way, who seemed to be specially waiting to catch Ciri.

The guards died in battle, Ciri was captured, and then awakened blood after seeing the massacre in the royal city of Sintra.

Although she escaped from Wangcheng, she couldn't control her power, and she didn't even dare to reveal her identity. She could only pretend to be, starved with refugees, was hunted down, and was finally adopted by a businessman.

But within a few days of her stable life at the merchant's house, she was "lost" to Geralt by her adoptive father: the merchant's wife adopted Ciri, and the merchant was rescued by Geralt when he was killed outside, and Geralt had an unexpected accident. for return.

Since fate is so insistent, Geralt can only accept Ciri as his adopted daughter on the spot.

He took her to the base camp of the witcher, trained her in the way of a witcher, and taught her swordsmanship in the world of the seven gods, until Ciri gradually could not suppress her magic power.

"The reason I brought her to Thaned Island is to join the Academy of Sorceresses and let warlocks help her develop her talent," Geralt said.

"Why don't you take her directly to Slaver's Bay?"

Geralt said: "She is not yet of age. Wasn't it agreed that Prince Targaryen would come here to have a blind date with her after Ciri came of age?

Moreover, Calanthe is still alive, without her permission, I can't take Xili to the world of the seven gods without her permission. "

Having said that, in fact, the demon hunter became a adoptive father, and he also began to have selfish intentions.

He knew that the Dragon Queen had taken a fancy to Ciri's ancient blood.

He was worried that as soon as they met, the Dragon Queen would take away the ancient blood and take back the fire elf Xiaowu.

If Ciri can fully develop the ancient blood and master the power of the song of fire, losing the fire spirit and part of the ancient blood will minimize her damage.

As a father who really loves his daughter, it is not surprising that he can be so calculating.

Melisandre took a deep look at him, "I'm afraid your kindness will not reap good results."

"What's wrong?" the witcher wondered.

"Why do you think Nilfgaard lost in the last Northern War?"

"It's not considered a loss. The North won miserably and lost the barrier of Sintra," Geralt said.

"As long as the Council of Warlocks exists, Nilfgaard will not be able to conquer the entire north, what do you think?"

Geralt's face changed, "Could it be that Emhyr is so arrogant that he wants to attack Shaned Island? This is the base camp of warlocks!"

"The fortress is the easiest to breach from the inside." Melisandre said meaningfully.

"A warlock has taken refuge in Nilfgaard?" Geralt was terrified.

"Now the warlocks are split into three factions, the neutral faction like me who firmly opposes the Nilfgaardian sect, and the neutral faction who does not help each other, and the Nilfgaardian obedience faction.

What is terrible is not how many people have taken refuge in Nilfgaard, but that their hearts have been scattered.

The warlock organization is divided and infighting, and the northern kingdom will no longer trust the warlocks because of the surrender. "

"That crazy king dancing on the grave is really not simple!" the red-robed woman sighed.

"Why is this happening? I thought everyone would be more united after winning the battle." Ciri asked puzzled.

Melissa said meaningfully: "The longer you live and the more powerful you are, the more you fear death. In the battle of Suodeng Mountain, a group of 22 warlocks in the north died on the spot. Fourteen died on the spot. Well, it should be ten." Three warlocks.

Each of them is a great warlock at the level of a national teacher, and the youngest has lived for more than 100 years.

You can think of it this way, fourteen kings died in that battle, do you think other kings are afraid? "

"I'm not afraid!" Ciri said with firm eyes.

"You should be afraid. Those who are not afraid of death will die." Aunt Mei patted her little head.

"If you are afraid of death, you can choose to be neutral and not help each other. Why would someone seek refuge in Nilfgaard?" the demon hunter frowned.

"Neutrality itself is a betrayal of the north, but it's no wonder that the Warlock Council even accepts elves and me, an outsider, and many warlocks are from the south."

"As for the surrender faction, it is mainly because of the ancient prophecy, the prophecy of the elf sage Islin.

Emhyr thought he could be the prophesied savior, and he felt that what he did was to save the world, and some warlocks agreed. "

Melisandre had a complicated expression, she thought of Asshai's prophecy and herself.

"When the massacre of human beings stained the earth with the blood of the elves, when human beings conquered each other for their desires, hoarfrost and white light came, the world died in the frost and was reborn under the new sun.

The blood of the ancients is the seed of rebirth that will ignite a new flame for the world.

All humans will perish in the process, only the elves will survive, and they will be saved by the descendants of the ancient blood. "

"This is my understanding of the prophecies of the ancient elves," Aunt Mei said.

The original text is so obscure that even scholars cannot understand it.

"You understand." The corner of the witcher's mouth twitched, "I don't quite believe it."

　Islin's prophecy: You must know that the time of sword and ax is near, and it will be the era of cold wolves and snow.The time of hoarfrost and white light is coming, the age of madness and contempt: the age of the end.

　　The world will die in the frost, and be born again under a new sun.

　　That was also the time when the ancient blood—the sown seed was reborn.

　　This species will not sprout, but will ignite a flame.

　　This is inevitable!

　　Watch out for signs!

　　To know what the signs are, hear me: first, the blood of the elves will overwhelm the earth...  

　　The status of this prophecy in the world of demon hunters is almost the same as the prophecy of Asshai in the world of Ice and Fire, and all disputes stem from this.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)