Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 505 Tyrion's Escape Plan

Tyrion's relationship with pterosaurs is not dragon spirits.

Dragon spirits cannot be created with blood magic, otherwise everyone in Valyria would be a great wizard.

Likewise, Tyrion is not a skinchanger.

In fact, normal skinchangers cannot control pterosaurs.

Like Gisela's animal companion is a goat.

Don't wildling spearwives want BT beasts like direwolves and shadow lynxes?

She must be thinking, but her strength does not allow it.

Well, talent is not enough.

There is no doubt that the pterodactyl is stronger than the shadow cat, and it is almost impossible to subdue - except for the green seer and the Stark family bug.

The Dragon Queen added a part of the runes of the Green Seer's meditation to the seal of the contract, which is far stronger than that of Balerion.

It's not that Balerion's abilities are inferior to Dany's, and it's not that he has poor experience—in terms of extensive knowledge, Balerion is estimated to be the best in the world.

Having ruled the world for 6000 years, Balerion has mastered almost all the secret techniques of meditation and witchcraft in human history, including some meditation techniques of the green prophet and the priest of the red god.

Knowledge can be mastered, not necessarily knowledge can be used.

Middle school students know Newton's Law, but can middle school students know "Shenluo Tianzheng" and "Vientiane Tianyin"?

Obviously impossible.

Balerion didn't have the talent to become a Green Prophet, and even if he was given meditation, he couldn't practice it.

Just like the black girl Laresa, Dani did her best to teach this apprentice, and she hoped that she could help her control the Royal Mages in the future.

But Heimei couldn't even grasp one percent of the great wizard's meditation skills.

Dani is different.

Therefore, she was able to surpass Balerion, who was not good at the way of the soul, and create a seal of contract that could communicate with the spirit of the pterosaur.

"Hahaha, I'm becoming a dragon knight, my dream has come true! Uncle Jillian, Brother James, and Dad, have you seen that I'm riding a dragon!"

Tyrion was so overjoyed that he lost his composure and yelled.

——Is this the Fan Jinzhong Ju from another world?

Dany looked at the gnome sitting on the back of the pterosaur and twitched wildly, thinking.

Tyrion barked for a moment, then called to Dany, "Can you untie the chain, Your Grace? I can hold it."

An anchor chain taken from a ship was tied to the pterosaur's leg, and the iron anchor was buried seven or eight meters deep in the soil.

Dany is confident in her control runes, they will not escape, but she is worried that Balerion will attack again and take the pterodactyl without a dragon rider.

Well, with the Dragon Rider - partnership with Tyrion, the Pterodactyl is much harder to take away.

"Can't you see? Its wings are so broken that it can't fly," Dany reminded him.

Yesterday's dragon battle was extremely cruel, 23 pterosaurs died tragically, and the six captured pterosaurs also had steel crossbows stuck in their abdomens, and their wings were like the fabric of a beggar's outfit, with holes everywhere.

Some were pierced by crossbow arrows, some were bitten by Xiaolu, and some were burned by Dani with fire control.

Before, he didn't think how miserable the pterosaur was, but now it became his little partner. Tyrion looked at the hole in the flesh wing, the bleeding wound on the pterosaur's abdomen, the cracked scales, and his heart ached. Almost shed tears.

"Seven Gods! Your Majesty, you are too cruel to hurt my dragon like this." He howled ghostly.

"Hmph, figure it out, this is my dragon!" Dany sneered.

"Uh" Tyrion sneered, "I am also yours."

Dany's mouth twitched.

"The injury is too serious, can it be cured?" He worried again.

"Don't worry, I'll start healing my little greens when they recover in the afternoon." Dani said confidently with a twinkle in her eyes.

"How to heal?" Aegon asked curiously.

"Blood witchcraft, you don't understand." Dany said perfunctorily, then turned to Tyrion, and said, "Now this pterosaur is your partner, give it a name!"

"Name" Tyrion was taken aback.

"How about calling Tywin? Wouldn't it be a pleasure to ride Tywin for a ride?" Dany teased.

"Is my dragon male or female?" Tyrion bent down to look at the wyvern's crotch.

He looked at his own first, then lowered his head to look at the pterosaur next to him.

After a while, he straightened up and said with a strange expression: "It seems that mine is a female dragon.

It is very strange that real dragons are not divided into male and female, but can be male or female, and they can give birth without mating.

Aren't they close relatives?The difference is huge. "

Well, true dragons don't reproduce sexually, even before laying eggs, just a steel door to defecate.

The life imprint of a real dragon comes from heaven, it doesn't matter the blood of the parents, the dragon egg is just a medium for them to come into the world.

Although pterosaurs are also very strong, they are still monsters after all, but real dragons can be regarded as innate god embryos.

"Well, call her Tessa. Maybe the Tessa I've been looking for is here."

Tyrion stroked the pterosaur's head, and a complex expression of sadness and tenderness gradually appeared on his face.

But as the pterosaur shook its head in response to his fondling, the disappointment on the dwarf's face disappeared, and he became more clear and relieved than ever before.

——The real Tessa may have died in a corner long ago. The hellish experience that year was enough to kill anyone. His "Where is Tessa" is more like a confession than a real search for her.

Ten thousand steps back, even if he found her today, is she still Tessa in his heart?

It's time to let go.

Tyrion said to himself.

After lunch, the body of the last pterosaur in the bay has been dragged onto the pier.

The 23 dragon corpses almost occupied a long street at the pier, and the free people of Tolos were driven by the dragon family army to collect firewood and pile it on the pterosaur corpses.

At the same time, an open field was cleared up in the west of the city, filled with mercenaries, soldiers and civilians who died in this battle.

One-third of the mercenaries died, more than [-] people, and hundreds of civilians were also killed.

The Long family army had almost no losses this time, with less than a hundred casualties, and half of them died from the fall of the pterosaur.

Well, when a pterosaur was shot to death by a crossbow arrow, it fell from the sky, like a lost plane, just hitting the ship below, killing and injuring the crossbowmen hidden in the cabin.

Tolos was captured in the early morning of the day before yesterday, and the pterosaurs attacked yesterday, and the corpses were not collected until today.

"It's winter now, right?" Tyrion asked the old Jon next to him.

The corpse stinks, and he is now wearing a linen-colored cotton mask, and his voice is muffled when he speaks.

"Well, the 300th year of Aegon passed a week ago. According to the calculation of Westeros, it is now winter." Clinton tugged on the mask that made his cheeks uncomfortable, and said sullenly.

He was not used to this kind of feeling, and he didn't understand the meaning of the Dragon Queen's so-called masks to prevent epidemics. Instead, he felt that the Queen liked to toss people and wasted precious cotton cloth.

"Look at the weather, the temperature has barely dropped, and the body has only been there for two days, and the smell is so bad, and the body water is flowing, does it look like a long night?" Tyrion pointed to the pile of corpses below.

The two of them were standing on the sentry tower of the west city wall, watching the dragon queen instruct the white dragon, black dragon, and golden dragon to spit fire and burn the corpses.

Thick smoke billowed, flames soared into the sky, and the smell of rancid charred meat and the strange smell of barbecue permeated the whole city.

In this respect, the mask at least blocked the nauseating smell of smoke.

"What do you want to say?" Clinton asked.

"Maybe, the White Walkers are real, but the long night will not come. It is very likely that the White Walkers have been living in the land of eternal winter, and the Queen said so." Tyrion said.

Clinton's heart moved, and he thought about it: "So?"

"So I ask you, ser, are you a servant of Prince Aegon, or of the Dragon Queen?" Tyrion asked in a low, inaudible voice.

Clinton's lips moved a few times, and he said in a deep voice, "They are all Targaryen, and I work for Targaryen."

"Hey," Tyrion chuckled.

Clinton's face turned cold, and he said sternly, "The queen just gave you a pterosaur this morning, right? Is this how you repay her?"

That's because you don't know what she asked me to do!

Tyrion complained in his heart, the playful expression on his face disappeared, and he said seriously: "I am not trying to provoke the relationship between the queen and the prince, but just remind you to recognize the reality, the prince and the queen are not the same way! You should help the prince make arrangements early , don’t let his “foster father” who has been around for more than ten years call him for nothing.”

"Oh, it's fate!" Clinton sighed deeply, shaking his head and said, "When Illyrio arranged for us to come here, he didn't even know that His Majesty would go to Westeros, that there were White Walkers beyond the Wall, and that His Majesty would send you to Westeros." 'The One Who Ends the Long Night is King' oath.

Even if I wanted the queen to ride a dragon and take the prince to Westeros, I wouldn't do that.I cannot force the queen to break the sacred oath, nor will the queen herself break the oath for the prince. "

"We all know what you said, the crux of the problem now is what the prince will do next!" Tyrion said.

Clinton had thought about this issue for a long time, and almost didn't think about it, so he blurted out:

"The prince is still young, you can wait for a few more years, wait for the winter to pass, wait for the next summer to come, and wait for the end of the war in Slaver's Bay.

In this way, the Queen's vow to 'end the Long Night as King' is fulfilled, and her dragons are stronger.In a few years, the prince was able to tame a dragon.

At that time, we will fight back to Westeros together.Anyway, the queen has long promised to recognize the priority of the prince to the Iron Throne. "

"A beautiful idea, but you have made a big mistake!" said Tyrion.

"What's wrong?"

"Pin all your hopes on the queen."

Clinton said seriously: "Your Majesty has a noble character, is upright and noble, promises a thousand gold, is just and merciful, is almost the most perfect king, and is also the most typical knight. I can't find any reason to doubt her."

"Maybe!" Tyrion shrugged and said briskly: "But what will the nobles and people of the Seven Kingdoms think when she sits on the Iron Throne entirely by her strength? What kind of eyes will they look at the prince on the Iron Throne? "

"This," Clinton asked hesitantly, "what's your plan?"

With a smile on the corner of Tyrion's mouth, he leaned into Clinton's ear and whispered, "Taking advantage of the chaos in the Seven Kingdoms, occupy a territory first, such as Storm's End!

Then unite Donne - there is a marriage contract!

With the addition of Dragonstone Island, the three parties are enough to form a force to contend with the Iron Throne—no matter what the queen of Slaver's Bay thinks, Dragonstone Island will definitely not stand on my uncle's side.

In this way, Prince Aegon is no longer a beggar being helped by his aunt, but a king. "

"What can you get?" Clinton asked coldly.

Tyrion whispered: "I want to leave Slaver's Bay legally, reasonably, and reasonably! Let me be Prince Aegon's Hand of the King, have you seen my wisdom and experience?

I am still a pterodactyl knight now, and I can prepare wildfire bombs, which can help the prince easily take down most of the castles in the Seven Kingdoms. "

"Why? The queen just made you a pterodactyl knight this morning, and you swore allegiance to her. Why did you come to me this afternoon and tell me this?" Clinton continued to ask, unmoved.

(End of this chapter)