Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 714 This time, the eldest nephew is really going to die

The Lindeli family in Snakewood City also has a history of thousands of years. The weirwood trees in the center of the godswood forest are thick and thin, and the pavilions are like covers.

At this time, it is like a huge crown of flames, worn above the Snakewood City.

The people from the north and the nobles of the valley rushed over in a hurry and angrily. Just as they opened their mouths to curse loudly, the sound of cursing got stuck in their throats and could no longer be uttered.

Their eyes were wide open, the horror on their faces distorted by the fire and shadow.

The bright red flames, the pitch-black icy shadow tentacles, and the light and shadow projected on the bodies of the frenzied flame knights all writhed like living creatures.

"Ka Ka Ka" the sound of the dragon egg cracking was very small, and the sound of the surrounding firewood and weirwood burning was very loud, but everyone present heard it and were all attracted to it.

Just when everyone thought the dragon egg was about to hatch, the shadow tentacles protruding from the flames suddenly retracted, leaving only the beeping sound of burning charcoal.

"Failed?" Erlu asked softly.

"Failed," Aunt Mei nodded, but her heart-shaped face was glowing red, her red eyes were also shining red with excitement, and her waist-length copper-colored loose hair danced a fire dance in the heat of the campfire.

"My feeling is correct, the long night has come, the world has changed again, the great Lord of Light has really come to the world, and his kingdom is closer than ever to us!"

Melisandre burst into tears and trembled with excitement, "The people of Pentos were far from enough to call the Lord of Light's attention, but He heard our prayers and answered us eagerly."

Er Lu frowned, indeed, this time during the fire sacrifice, the miracle of the King of Light was more intense than ever before.

He even felt the red sword at his waist beating lightly.

But even though R'hllor tried so hard, he still couldn't hatch the dragon.

"But we failed," he sighed.

"I told you, the king's blood is thin in the people of Pentos."

Erlu's thin face was tangled, and he said helplessly: "I thought it was a pity, we only have one dragon egg, and it's too late to regret it now."

He has always felt that hatching dragons through sacrifices is not credible.

The reason is very simple. Fossil dragon eggs are rare in this world but not without them. Priests of R'hllor are spread all over the continent of Essos.

As for King's Blood

Far easier than getting stone eggs.

Why has there never been a giant dragon raised in the Red God Temple in the past thousands of years?

Even though Melisandre told him: The times have changed, the red comet made miracles possible, and Daenerys brought miracles back to the world.

But the problem is, before the red comet came, Aunt Mei advised him to hatch the dragon

Is this slapping yourself?

Moreover, several years have passed since the arrival of the red comet at this time, why haven't there been dragons hatched from the temple of the Red God?

This is like a poor beggar who is so hungry that he desperately sells the magical skill of turning stones into gold to passers-by, which is generally unreasonable.

But now

Looking at the cracked stone egg, Er Lu sincerely regretted it: Melisandre may not be right every time, but she is always right more often than she is wrong.

"It's too late!"

While feeling annoyed, Aunt Mei said in a low voice: "The fire is still burning, and the ceremony is not over yet, hurry up and bring Aegon here."

Erlu's pupils contracted, and he asked in surprise, "Are you sure you can continue?"

Aunt Mei nodded confidently, "It has to be fast, otherwise this dragon egg will really be useless."

The expression on Erlu's face was like a pair of idiots fighting with goblins, sometimes yin and sometimes yang.

"The White Walker is coming south, isn't he?" he asked softly.

Aunt Mei looked at Erlu with firm eyes, then turned her head, her red eyes shone with a coquettish red light, and inexplicable pressure shrouded everyone who looked at her, people from the north, people from the valley, angry Lindeli people (Snakewood City) owner).

"Asshai's prophecy is being fulfilled, the long night has come, and you will soon receive news from the night watchman about the change outside the Great Wall—the servant of the cold god, the king of the white ghosts is leading countless monsters to attack.

Only the reincarnation of Azor Ahai can save the world. ’ she announced aloud.

There seemed to be a magic in her voice, and everyone who heard her speak, saw her gleaming red eyes, saw the big shining ruby ​​around her neck, could see a huge feeling. The terror of the world—the horror transmitted by the Scarlet Witch, but not from her.

"What do you mean?" Greatjon shouted, suppressing the weed-like panic in his heart.

Erlu didn't hide behind the woman, and stood in front of the people from the northern border and the valley, and said in a deep voice: "I am the savior in Yasha's prophecy, of course, it is also possible that I am Not really.

But no matter whether I am the savior or not, the long night has come and the aliens are coming, so my responsibilities to the Seven Kingdoms and the people of the Seven Kingdoms will not change in any way.

My strength is not enough to deal with the White Ghost King, I need a dragon, and a sacrifice is needed to hatch a dragon. "

"You want His Majesty Aegon to burn him to death?!" Meggie was terrified.

"How dare you!" Bigjon with a grim face, drew his sword out of its sheath, and pointed it at the two deer, "If you dare to touch a hair on him, I'll chop you alive."

Erlu lowered his eyes and glanced at Han Feng who was three feet away, nodded and said: "That's right, I pronounce Aegon Mopatis of Pentos dead on charges of confusing the blood of the royal family and conspiring to usurp the throne of the Seven Kings." , Burning!"

Mopatis is Illyrio's surname.

Silas is the illegitimate daughter of Blackfyre, but she and Illyrio are officially married, so Aegon's real surname is "Mopatis", not Blackfyre, let alone Targaryen.

Just like Erlu, his grandmother was still a serious Princess Targaryen, but he was just Baratheon, and no one would call him "Targaryen".

Hearing "Aegon Mopatis of Pentos", the shouting and shouting in the crowd decreased by [-]%.

Yes, Aegon's grandfather was the Blackfyre, and he had his own surname, and he wasn't even a man of the Seven Kingdoms.

Even Targaryen

Targaryen "purchased" Dragonstone Island (the Valyrian outpost, belonging to the Targaryen family) thousands of years in advance, and brought epoch-making high-tech and rich wealth, and then worked hard on Dragonstone Island for a hundred years. Just barely integrated into Westeros.

That is to say, get the "precious Westeros account".

The ancestors, the Andals, and the Rhoynar themselves were all foreign invaders, but they were extremely xenophobic—just like a certain country today.

"He's the son-in-law of the Stark family!" Earl Maggie yelled at Erlu, "Never think of hurting a Stark in front of people from the North."

She turned her head, her hard old face was twisted into a ghost under the firelight, she stared and gritted her teeth, and shouted to the people on her side who fell silent: "I said, no one can hurt the son-in-law of the Stark family in front of us, right? ?”

"Yes!" Greatjon suddenly came back to his senses, raised his head to the sky and screamed, "Whether he is a red dragon or a black dragon, whether he is a foreigner or not, but he is the legal husband of Sansa Stark, and no one can hurt him!"

"Defend Stark's honor to the death!" All the northerners shouted in unison, with such momentum that they suppressed Aunt May's demigod soul.

Erlu clenched his jaw, his teeth creaking.

Aunt Mei was holding the dragon egg, walking lightly with lotus steps, and she came over gracefully, and said softly, "It's ridiculous, even Stark doesn't consider him one of our own, but you outsiders are excited here."

Greatjon shouted, "Witch, what are you talking about?"

"Where are Jon Stark and Sansa Stark these days?" Aunt May sneered.

"They" Greatjon stuck.

Are they at the Gates of the Moon, or have they returned to Winterfell?

I haven't seen the two of them for several days.

"Sansa Stark and Tyrion Lannister were also a legal couple," Aunt May said with a wider smile, "Do you think Aegon brought her less shame than Tyrion?

Alas, poor girl, whatever she chooses, I can understand, and you should too. "

"Impossible, no, you are deceiving people with your demonic words!" Earl Meiji's old face was pale, and his eyes that were once firmer than rocks were full of panic and doubt.

Greatjon opened his mouth wide, looked at Meiji, at Erlu, at Aunt Mei, and then turned his head to look at the little friends around him. He was so upset that he really wanted to get an answer from them: What should I do? ?

But no one can tell him.

Everyone has different expressions, some are surprised and uncertain, some are thoughtful, some are convinced, some are indifferent to things that have nothing to do with them, some are excited to watch the excitement, some are hesitant to speak, and some are muttering softly, but there is no one else. Shout out to die in Stark's honor.

——As the Scarlet Witch said, Stark himself wanted to get rid of Aegon's "stain", why are they so impatient?

Erlu gave Gaudy Falin a look, and the knight left excitedly with four guards.

Some see them, some don't.

Some of the people who saw it understood what they were going to do, but no one stopped them.

A moment later, the knight with a flaming red heart carried a soft sedan chair with a roof, and with the sound of armor and scabbard clashing, he trotted through the godswood forest and came to the burning weirwood heart tree.

"Your Majesty Aegon!" Meggie couldn't help exclaiming worriedly after only one glance.

"Aegon!" The Greatjon stopped calling him His Majesty, but also showed concern.

Indeed, Aegon's condition was too bad at this time.

The once soft and flowing silver hair was hardened and greasy, the plump and rosy cheeks were pale and sunken, the gradient purple eyes were as dim as extinguished coals, and the tall figure was bent into a ball, curled up on the soft couch, as if escaping from the cruel and merciless reality.

Hearing the calls of Maggie, Greatjon and others, Aegon finally had the breath of a living person.

"Where is Sansa, where is she?" There was infinite panic in the dry voice, but also infinite expectation.

"Queen Sansa is not feeling well, and has probably gone back to Winterfell."

Mei Ji didn't dare to look at the pair of eyes that were emitting the last light in the embers, her voice was weak and weak.

The last light went out, and Aegon slumped powerlessly on the soft couch.

"Haha, I've said it a long time ago, but I still don't believe it."

Gordy Falling's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he bent down and spit out the most vicious words to the ashen-hearted Aegon: "Your mother is a Lysian, and your father is an upstart spice merchant.

Ask any lord there if they would marry their daughters to the sons of such two.

From now on, whenever your name enters Sansa Stark's ears, it will be as if she was in public, once by an ugly dwarf without a nose.

Such a disgrace, she is considered brave enough not to commit suicide, what are you still thinking about? "

"Pfft—" Aegon was extremely ashamed, angry and desperate, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground from the soft couch.

(End of this chapter)