Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 278 The Trial of Madam Shixin

"Disabled people are not bandits in the usual sense." When Dany asked what "disabled people" meant, Brother Meribald had a complicated look on his face, as if he was deep in memory.

After a while, he sighed and said: "They were all simple and simple common people, and they never left their thatched huts for even three kilometers, until one day, the lord's call came.

They bid farewell to their wives and children, and set out in tattered shoes and tattered clothes under the splendid banners of their lords.

They had sickles, sharpened hoes, maybe a hatchet, or worse, crude hammers made of stones tied to sticks with leather ties.

Brothers, father and son, and friends embark on the journey together.

Although they are in the countryside, they have all heard the songs and stories of legendary heroes. When they set off, each of them was eager, dreaming of witnessing wonders, winning wealth and glory, and even fantasizing that one day they would become the protagonists in the stories.

It's a pity that war is a noble game that seems great but is extremely cruel. Most people wake up from their dreams, their dreams are shattered, and they don't even have the chance to wake up on the first day they set foot on the battlefield.

Those who survived by luck, some had mental breakdowns, and many more persisted in numbness. Day after day, year after year, they participated in countless battles. The younger brother watched the older brother die, the father lost his son, and the belly of a friend Split by an ax, he also tried to gag his own bowels

In a scene like that, even someone who survived the hundredth battle might collapse in the one hundred and first battle.

They saw the lord who had led them into battle cut down, and another lord declared loudly that they were now his.

No sooner had their wounds healed halfway than they took new wounds.

They never had enough to eat, their shoes disintegrated during the endless march, their clothes rotted into rags, and many of them got sick from drinking dirty water and shit in their trousers.

They wanted new boots, and warmer cloaks, and a rusty iron half-helm would be safer.The lord would not provide these things, so they went to pick up the corpse.

After a while, they got used to stealing from the living—in the land where the war was going on, there were the same people as they had in the past.They are not afraid of being discovered, they are soldiers, and they even hold the lord's notice of food collection in their hands, while the opponents are just ordinary people.

One day, they looked around and woke up from a daze—all their friends and relatives had passed away, they were surrounded by strangers, and the flags on their heads were unrecognizable.

They don't know where they are, how to get home, or even forget their home, thinking it's someone else's memory

They fought for the lord, but the lord didn't know their names, and only shouted majestically, asking them to line up, pick up spears, sickles, and sharpened hoes, and stand firm.

Then, the knights attacked, those knights who were all armored and could not see their faces, the roar of steel filled the whole world when they charged...

Finally, they broke down, and they planned to escape, to crawl away with the dead bodies after the battle, to sneak out of the camp in the dark night, and find a place to hide.

They became deserters and disabled people.

At that time, all traditions and honors have disappeared, and kings, lords and gods are not as good as a piece of rotten meat, at least the meat will keep him alive for another day, or a bag of bad wine, which can temporarily drown them of fear.

The life of a deserter does not know the future, and he does not know the next meal after eating. He lives like a beast rather than a human. "

The cabin was silent, and only the sound of the river flowing outside the boat could be heard. Finally, the old monk took a few breaths and said sadly: "There are many disabled people in the Three Rivers Basin at this time. We should be vigilant against them, and we can also execute them after they commit crimes." , but it is best to give them understanding and sympathy first."

"The handicapped are indeed worthy of sympathy," Dany said with a complicated expression. "The peasants in Westeros seem to be worse than the slaves. This reform must be very strong. I have to think about it—"

"Oh!"

The pock-marked boy tapped her head again, and before Dany summoned the dragon to spray him in the face, he choked up, "What are you sympathizing with? Three northerners came into my manor. My father thought they were allies, so he took Give them bread.

But after eating and drinking enough, they became beasts|beasts, hacked to death my father and elder brother, raped and killed my ten-year-old little sister, is that something people do?Disabled people should be killed! "

Forget it, Dahei, there is no need to come down

The ferry made seven turns and turns in the river, and finally swung into a dense reed bush. The brothers took out leather hoods and blindfolded Dani and the others, and brought them to the shore with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Several horses were waiting Then, they were helped to mount their horses, and wandered in the wet and cold forest for more than an hour.

Finally, the hoods were taken off, and they came to a low cave, surrounded by a forest, the leaves had fallen, and they were bare, leaving only the trunks like skinny fingers.

The air in the cave is cold and gloomy, with the smell of mud, bugs and mold. There are rocks above the head and tree roots protruding from the cracks, and gravel and yellow mud under the feet.

There seemed to be holes, cracks, and crevices everywhere, and the roads stretched in all directions like cobwebs.The Brotherhood held torches to lead the way, and encountered many guards guarding the corner.

"Why do you want to come to this kind of place? The cave is narrow and not as safe as the wilderness." Dr. Perestan complained.

His ass and thigh were wounded, and he had difficulty moving, with Barristan on his back.

Dany also understands his reminder, but even though the old doctor has seen the process of "True Dragon Roar" killing wolves, he still doesn't fully understand her cards.

It is true that the dragon cannot get into the cave, but in the narrow space, her "True Dragon Roar" is more powerful. With Barristan in Valyrian steel armor as a meat shield, Dany is sure to guarantee her safety.

Well, if the worst happens, I'm afraid I won't have time to take care of the old doctor, and his worries are reasonable in a way.

Passing through a tunnel with a low entrance, they entered a huge cave, a wide space of four to five hundred square meters, full of bandits.

"Cough, cough, cough" Before entering the cave, Dani coughed choked by the curling green smoke.

The bandits dug a large fire pit in the middle of the mud, and many people crowded around the fire to keep warm and fight against the cold air in the cave. However, in such a closed environment, the smoke was so dense that it was too late to float out, and the air quality was too poor.

The arrival of Dani and the others awakened the sleeping people on the straw mat. There were men, women, and even a few children, who hid in their mother's arms and looked around.

They didn't go down to disturb the refugees, and came to a rock crevice on the opposite side along the base of the wall.

In the narrow and long space of thirty square meters, a trestle table was set up, and a woman in gray was sitting behind her, wearing a cloak and a hood. It is even more frightening than Dani's dragon soul fusion state.

It was late at night, and she didn't rest. She was playing with a bronze crown with a black iron sword around it. She looked at it and groped for the blades with her fingers, as if testing how sharp they were.

"Ma'am, I brought them here." Lemon, wearing a dog-headed iron helmet, yelled.

The big man guarding the door glanced at Dany and the others, and pointed at Brienne: "Judge the kingslayer bitch first."

"What? What do you call me?" Brienne asked in a daze.

"You are a lion!" A young man with a northern accent came over with Brienne's Oathkeeper, and placed it on the table in front of Mrs. Stoneheart. There was a golden lion's head on the back of the hilt, and the ruby ​​eyes were like two red eyes. Shine like a star.

"And this." A gray-haired old man put a piece of parchment beside the sword, "it has the little king's seal on it, saying that the bearer is working for him."

But Dany paid particular attention to him: an old tattered robe, pink and white, long and tousled gray hair, loose skin on his cheeks and chin, and a rough, unshaven face.

But in the old man's eyes, there are two groups of raging flames like volcanic eruptions, which are only slightly inferior to her nine-color vortex. They are actually the most powerful wizard she has ever seen, and also the strongest priest of the red god.

Well, except for Benello, who doesn't know anything about the High Priest.

This person should be Myrsolos.

Madam Shi Xin put the sword aside and began to read the letter.

Brienne also began to argue at this time: "I am not a lion, I serve Lady Catelyn Stark, the sword was given to me by Ser Jaime, who swore—"

"Third Hound" Lemon interrupted her: "Who in Westeros doesn't know about the Kingslayer and his oath?"

"He promised Lady Catelyn to return her daughters, but by the time he got to King's Landing, they were gone. Then Jaime sent me out to find Miss Sansa..."

"If you find that girl," the northerner asked with a mocking smile, "what will you do with her?"

"Protect her. Take her to a safe place." Brienne said affirmatively.

The big man laughed loudly: "Where is that? Cersei's dungeon? Even we know that Cersei wanted that girl, a hundred gold dragons!"

"No, I will take her to Riverrun, to the Vale of Arryn, and even back to the North, and I swear to keep her safe." Brienne said hurriedly.

"Lie!" The big man yelled loudly: "You have Lannister's sword, a letter written by the little king, and two lions beside you. How stupid are we to believe your nonsense?"

"Bring them here," the big man pointed to Haile Hunter and Podrick.

"This kid is the little devil's squire," he pointed at Podrick with a sneer, and then pointed at the Scarface Knight, "he is a knight directly under Bloody Randyll, who belongs to the side of the lion. He has blood on his hands , the Talina bastard has hanged twenty of our brothers."

"Do you admit your crime?"

"Yes, I am Lord Tyrion's squire," Podrick panicked, "but I have no enmity with the Brotherhood Without Banners."

"Being a lion is a sin in itself."

Haile Hunter sighed with a gray face, "The bandits didn't abide by the sacred oath at all. Frey was hanged even after paying the ransom. My family is already poor, so I can't afford to waste it."

The big man pronounced: "Two hangings!"

He walked up to Meribald again, frowned and said in distaste: "Why did you catch this old man again? It doesn't bother you. Let him go with his donkey and dog."

"You" the big man looked at Dani for a long time, "you have a shiny face and fat cheeks—"

"What?" Dani was furious, "You said I was fat?!!"

(End of this chapter)