Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 150 Demon Sacrifice

"Gandhi, for the sake of the great Daznak family, for Yunkai, for Slaver's Bay, for the Post-Ghis Empire, and for the peaceful future of the people of the world, go! It is also a great opportunity to throw yourself into the arms of R'hllor, the Lord of Light." Good home." The Great Worthy Lord said with his red and swollen eyes, looking at his nephew who was dragging the iron chain "cracking".

Well, the eyes are not red and swollen like that of a grieving person who suppresses crying. Instead, he is a bit like a leader who lost most of his public funds in Macau, gritting his teeth and throwing his last bet at the betting table.

"My lord, you made a mistake. Your nephew will not enter the kingdom of the lord of light. The object of your sacrifice is the shadow demon R'hllor!" A strangely dressed old woman next to her laughed.

The old woman leaned on a cane, bent over, had yellow-black old skin, thinning hair, a piece of ruby ​​inlaid on each chicken-skinned cheek, and wore a black tights on her upper body that exposed her two breasts.

Judging from this attire, the old woman should come from one of the three fortress cities of the descendants of the descendants of Helekron.

Well, the descendant country of Haile Kron was destroyed by the Jogosnai people, and the remaining survivors fled to the three fortresses, and gradually developed the three fortress cities of Shamiliana, Kaya Kayanaya, and Baya Sabhad.

Maybe too many men died in the war, maybe they despised men for being useless, and lost the face of the legendary hero Haile Kron (Azor Ahai). Pure, true, feminist society.

Women in the new era have to learn how to ride and climb before they can walk. From childhood, every woman must master the skills of using bows, spears, knives and slingshots.

Adult female warriors who pass the test will have rubies on their faces

as for men

Sadly, there aren't many men left.

The three fortress cities strictly enforce a policy: for every one hundred men, 99 will be castrated and become eunuchs, helping the city to do various service jobs-scribes, priests, scholars, servants, cooks, Farmers, artisans and more.

Is this policy good?

Even the bachelors in Westeros can't judge, but since the woman came to power, the zebra people in the east, the horse people in the west, and the barbarians in the mountains can no longer bully the descendants of Helekron like they used to.

And the old woman in front of her is one of the "violent women".

It took the New Ghis people half a year to invite her here from thousands of miles away.

The Great Wise Lord glanced at the old woman, and said, "Aren't the Lord of Light and the Shadow Demon both R'hllor?"

He looked at her with deep fear in his eyes.

The Great Worthy Lord is not an idiot, and he will not superstitiously believe in an old woman from the Far East for no reason.

A few days ago, when the captain solemnly introduced the old woman to him, the great sage told her directly: If he could not let him see the real power of the gods for himself, he would rather waste a little more time and go to the Red Temple of Volantis Looking for the High Priest of the Red God, she would never be hired.

Then the old woman performed a "ghosting" in his great pyramid.

That night, under the red light of the bonfire, countless demons crawled out of the wall and took away the souls of ten slaves who were sacrificed.

Seeing the distorted shadow tearing another shadow from a living person with his own eyes, the Great Sage never dared to hold a sacrificial ceremony in his own pyramid.

"Giggle" the old woman laughed strangely, "Great Lord, the Lord of Light is the Red God, the God of Fire, and the Shadow Demon is the shadow of light and the demon of darkness.

The unity of god and devil is the complete R'hllor.

If you want to exchange the soul of the dead dragon from the kingdom of death, you can only turn to the god in the dark, the demon R'hllor.

The Kingdom of the Lord of Light belongs to those believers of the Red God, but the Kingdom of Death ruled by Shadow Fiend R'hllor is hell, do you understand?

Your nephew is going to hell!

Your grandson, granddaughter, illegitimate daughter, illegitimate son, and other fifteen family members who have been sacrificed before are already waiting in hell for poor little Gandhi, oh oh oh oh”

The great sage's face was pale, and he couldn't help muttering, "Sure enough, we are right to prohibit the spread of the belief in the Red God in Slaver's Bay. R'hllor is a devil, the god of devils!"

"Hehehe, if the great R'hllor is a devil, what are you who prayed to him for a miracle?" The old woman mocked unceremoniously.

"And as I said earlier, the Lord of Light and the Shadow Demon are completely different things, and the Red God Priest who believes in the Lord of Light is also different from me, a witch who studies black witchcraft.

I don't believe in the Lord of Light at all, and a priest who believes in the Lord of Light may not necessarily be able to preside over the sacrificial ceremony for you—unless she believes in the Lord of Light and has also thoroughly studied black magic.

Therefore, New Ghis invited me, an expert in the 'Devil Sacrifice Ceremony', from thousands of miles away, instead of going to the Archbishop of the Red God who taught Volantis to shepherd the people.

You fool, I say that, do you understand? "

This old woman, like Mirri, the witch who cursed Dany at that time, believed in the traditional gods of her own nation, but studied the black witchcraft of Shadow Demon as a science.

And the shadow demon R'hllor doesn't care whether the black wizard believes in him or not, as long as the other party masters the skill of offering sacrifices to him, he will give different responses according to the offerings.

"You..." the great sage's long and thin face was turned green and red, and he said in a hateful voice: "Why did I sacrifice fifteen no, counting my three sons who died under Long Yan, there are already 18 Why haven't the dragon eggs hatched yet when a blood descendant entered R'hllor's kingdom?"

The old woman shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I don't know either."

"Are you kidding me?" The Great Sage was furious.

The old woman sighed, and said helplessly: "I have said that in theory, by sacrificing blood relatives, you can exchange some fragments of the dragon's soul from the shadow demon. I even demonstrated it for you, saving a dead man with ten slaves— —”

The Great Sage interrupted her with a wave of his hand, and said impatiently: "Save an idiot who can't speak or think!"

"Yes, you are very lucky to meet an idiot." The old woman nodded seriously.

"Lucky? Is there something wrong with your brain?" The Great Sage sneered.

"Hey hey" the old woman's dark red eyes flashed countless black shadows in an instant, and said in a low voice: "Who do you think the object of the sacrifice is? And where is the soul fragment returned from?"

"Shadow Demon R'hllor, soul shard from hell!"

"What can there be in hell? The things that return to the world are not crazy evil spirits, you should shout 'R'hllor, Lord of Light, bless'!"

"Okay!" The Great Sage understood the meaning of the old witch's words, gritted his teeth and said, "Even if an idiot dragon hatches, which can fly and breathe fire, I will recognize it.

But that woman only killed three close relatives, and then hatched three clever and flawless dragons. Why did I lose 18 relatives, and didn't even get a crazy dragon? "

"You're stupid!" The old witch gave him a contemptuous look, and asked back, "What blood is he, and what blood is yours?

Your family's ancestor is indeed an offshoot of the Valyrian nobles, but how many generations have they been mixed?

In addition to the high-quality Valyrian pure blood, how many dragons have been hatched in the history of Targaryen?

Those dozens or hundreds of dragons are all dead now and have returned to the kingdom of death, but as soon as they hear the master's call, they immediately break free from the shackles of death and return to the world from hell.

For example, the black dragon must be the reincarnation of Balerion.

Your family has no dragons to summon in hell, so you can only pray to the shadow demon to show mercy and reward you with a dragon's remnant soul. "

"Then why is he willing to give me a little mercy?" the great sage yelled.

The old woman stared at the golden dragon egg on the stone platform for a long time, then said in a ghostly voice, "Maybe, he has already responded to you, I saw a few tiny black shadows inside the dragon egg.

Great sage, please understand that the gods are never merciful, but the devil is more cruel than the gods.

The good thing of exchanging a few side blood for a giant dragon will never happen to you.

Think about the Dragon Queen, her father, eldest brother, nephews and nieces, mother, loyal servant, second brother, husband, and only son, all dead, leaving only one Targaryen in the world"

"What about you?" The old woman turned her head, and looked at the great sage with her cold and playful dark red eyes.

"Deng Deng Deng" the great sage staggered back a few steps, turned his head away, and said in a hoarse voice: "Is it really necessary?"

"It should be said that even then, you may not get what you want. It's like you want a complete living person, but I can only help you resurrect an idiot."

Uh, it's also because Daenerys' life experience is too miserable, and the process of hatching a dragon completely mirrors the black magic theory of Shadow Demon R'hllor's "exchanging living souls for dead souls".

Dani just randomly spit out a few speculations that she saw on the forum in her previous life, and the others had a sudden realization and the feeling of finally finding the truth.

The great sage supported the wall with trembling hands, and asked with great difficulty: "Then can I stop."

"Yes, of course, you can quit at will," the old woman pointed at Gandhi, who was still howling, with her crutches. "Why don't we stop burning today?"

The great sage looked at his nephew with an inexplicable expression

"Mourinho, you idiot raised by a mule, I curse the Daznak family to go to hell, hahaha, do you know Diya? Your secret little lover, her ventriloquist is so good, Lao Tzu's big sword test Ha ha ha, long live the mother of dragons, long live the dragon, Yunkai must be broken, ha ha ha"

"Uh, it looks like we have to continue burning," the old woman said cheerfully, rubbing her nose.

The great sage spat out a word viciously, "Burn!"

"hehe"

The old woman slammed the jet-like wooden stick on the stone slab, and shouted in the ancient Far Eastern language: "Lord of shadows, you are the shadow in the fire, the only god in the shadow! R'hllor, I offer you Blood sacrifice, please perform miracles for those around me!"

"boom!"

The fire stigmata on the reverse spiral swirl pattern suddenly ignited a circle of flames, and Gandhi, who was drenched in olive oil, was set ablaze with the firewood beside him

(End of this chapter)