Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 733 Different Kings, Same Choice

Dofas' complexion changed, and finally he lowered his eyes, concealing the anger and killing intent in his heart, and asked softly: "You haven't said anything good for Daenerys for almost half a year. We thought you were concerned about the huge power of the Allied Forces. Now It seems that there seems to be something hidden?"

"I was wrong, I misunderstood the enlightenment given to me by the King of Light," Benello wiped his face, and said dejectedly, "She is not the savior, but I have been preaching that she is in the past few years. But come!"

Dofas' fat face contorted.

"Then who is the savior?" He asked blankly.

"do not know."

"The long night is coming, and you don't know?" Dofas raised his voice.

"Perhaps, it is Stannis Baratheon of Westeros." The high priest with a tattooed face hesitated.

"Stannis?" Dofas gradually found the "unknown little man" from his memory.

"The kinslayer who killed his brother with blood witchcraft?" The consul said with displeasure, "What is the Lord of Light doing? How can a kinslayer be the savior? Why not let Daenerys be the savior?" Woolen cloth!"

Uh, the saying that the king has virtue does not deserve it. The savior is more "advanced" than the king, so he should also have virtue requirements.

"Didn't Azor Ahai also kill his wife? Without the determination to kill everything, can he become the savior?" The tattooed face blushed and argued.

"Wife killing is different from killing relatives. Forget it." Dofas shook his head. "It's up to the Lord of Light to choose who to be the savior. We don't care, but how do you plan to deal with the sun and the mob outside?"

"The sun is extinguished, and it is likely that it will not appear again in ten or 20 years. This is not something I can handle." Benello shook his head.

"Ten years, 20 years." Dofas' complexion was pale, his eyes were frightened, and his chubby body was crumbling.

"The last long night lasted for a whole generation. From birth to starvation, that generation never saw the sun, and thought the world was so cold and dark."

"I, I thought it was a legend. Legends are always exaggerated." Dofas said weakly with his hands on the armrests of the chair.

"A generation." He forced himself to stand up, and said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency, High Priest, I need you to help me fight for a while."

"What are you buying time for?" Benello asked suspiciously.

"I need time to collect all the food and winter supplies on the market." Dofas said coldly.

"And then?" Benello trembled.

"Then I will seal Heicheng."

"Where are the people and slaves of Volantene?"

"Can the belief of the Lord of Light feed them?" Dofas asked back.

Benello shook his head hard.

"Even the King of Light can't help them, what can I do?" Dofas said helplessly.

"But"

"No but!" Dofas waved his hand, put his mouth close to Benello's ear, and said softly: "Remember, the hard life makes the people need an anesthetic called 'hope', and they give birth to the most pious Belief.

But when faith cannot satisfy believers' hopes, hope will immediately turn into the deepest despair, and faith will also turn into a curse

You should understand that saving everyone is tantamount to forcing everyone to death.

I will give the red-robed monk a place to enter the black wall based on the results of your work. "

Dofas took two steps back, stared playfully at the High Priest, and asked with a smile, "How?"

Benello's tattooed face was covered with sweat beads, his cheek muscles twitched constantly, and his blue eyes, which were as calm as a deep pool in the past, set off turbulent waves.

"Let me think about it." He made a weak mosquito-like sound.

"There is no time, listen, look!" Dofas pointed to the window, and the shouts of a hundred thousand believers came in waves like a tsunami, almost drowning the magnificent temple of the Red God.

"I can't lie to believers." Benello looked at the Consul pleadingly.

Dofas smiled, "Don't worry, you don't have to lie, there will be another person to act as a punching bag for public grievances."

"Who?" Benello secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his face returned to a three-point calm.

"Fate Dosim in the western district has been very active recently. I think he can replace General Elios who died in the Bay of Grief." Dofas said lightly.

Fat Dosim, a former Tiger Robe Army (slave warrior), later joined the Dosim family of small merchants, was captured by the Dragon Queen when the Ghis coalition forces besieged Astapor, and then became a super VIP cooperation in Astapor Partner, since then began a soaring fortune.

Recently, Fat Fat was not even satisfied with the skyrocketing wealth. He began to pursue higher pursuits: becoming a consul and moving the family into the black wall.

Elios, one of the three consuls elected by Volantis after the Dragon Queen set fire to the Black Wall Tower, was also the commander of the Second Fleet of the Allied Forces, and finally sank into the sea with the Second Fleet.

Therefore, there is a gap in the three major consuls of Volantis, and Fat Fat hopes to fill it.

To this end, he also joined the Tiger Party, which has a radical attitude towards Slavery Bay.

"Yes, the sky is getting darker and the temperature has dropped a bit, but this is not the end of the world! The long night is a deceiving joke."

Fart accepted Doufas's terms, and immediately after securing the promise of being the next Consul, he spoke in the streets as a candidate for the Consul - just as countless of his predecessors had done .

"Everyone, don't panic, you don't need to rush to buy supplies. Everyone knows that winter has arrived in the northern population, and it is impossible for winter to have no impact on Volantis.

I swear, tomorrow will be a sunny day.Even if tomorrow continues to be cloudy, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, will always be sunny. "

The slogan "Tomorrow will be sunny" barely calmed the panic of the people, and Volantis temporarily regained calm.

Where ordinary people can't see, a large amount of supplies are transported into the black wall, and the nobles inside the black wall take off their silk costumes and put on ancestral iron armor, gradually replacing the original guards of the black wall - the tiger robe army (slave warriors) .

At the same time, as the garrison force of Volantis, the Tiger Robe Army was loaded onto a ship by the consul with the reason that "the Allied forces won a complete victory in the Battle of Meereen, and the Tiger Robe Army was needed to go to Meereen to maintain order" and shipped to Slaver's Bay— —At this moment, the consuls of Volantis don't know the result of the decisive battle of Meereen. They just want to send the unreliable tiger-robed army to the front line as cannon fodder.

The black wall, an oval city wall made of Valyrian immortal stone, is 60 meters high and can accommodate 24 horses running side by side without colliding with each other.

The Black Wall has never been conquered by anyone but a dragon.

What happened in Volantis was not an exception. The same thing happened in Lys, Pentos, Myr, Braavos, and even the cities of Jade Sea and Yidi in the Far East.

The methods are different, but the essence is the same: before ordinary people react, collect all the materials that can be collected, lock the gate of the towering castle, live your own little life in peace, and wait for the next Azor Ahai to end the long night.

The advantages of the upper class are not only reflected in the possession of social resources.

In modern society, some people say that information is money, which is true.With the most timely and accurate information, even a brainless person can become Buffett in seconds.

In the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, in the fact that the long night has come, information equals a chance of survival.

Well, not necessarily.

Ordinary people get accurate information, and they don't have the financial, material, or manpower to change their fate against the sky.

The winter is longer, and the common people still starve to death.

A winter that lasts for three years and a long night that lasts for 20 years are not much different to ordinary people—either they freeze to death or starve to death.

Similarly, the three-year long winter and the long night of one generation have an impact on the great nobles, they can no longer enjoy luxury, they can't hunt, they can't participate in the tournament, and they have to learn skills that they never had before— - Cutting down on food and clothing.

But in any case, the lives and bloodlines of the nobles were not affected.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that the long night is not so scary.

People who don't deserve to die always die, people who deserve to die always live, what's the difference between Long Night and Long Winter?

Alas, such a world is really depressing!

Well, in Westeros, there are people who cheer for the disappearing sun in the sky.

"It's finally here, hahaha, the long night is finally here!" After getting the exact answer from Euron, Cersei's ecstasy was beyond words.

In other city-states, after the sun disappeared in front of everyone, most extraordinary people could guess what happened by sensing the magic tide.

But Westeros is a desert of extraordinary power, more than [-]% of people didn't even notice the change of the sun, just thought that today is cloudy again.

——The sun rises from the east, but Westeros is known as the "land of the setting sun". When the sun goes out, Meereen is about ten o'clock in the morning, and Westeros is just before dawn.

Therefore, when the people of Westeros woke up, they felt that the weather was particularly gloomy today.

Of course, ninety-nine out of ten people didn't find anything abnormal, which doesn't mean everyone didn't know about it.

For example, Euron knew.

The Alchemist Guild knows.

The seven gods are no longer seven logs, even the archbishops of the church know it!

They even get full confirmation from Our Lady.

Well, St. Daniel took the time to send a "Long Night has Come" text message to every believer with 100 devotion.

—The long night has fallen, and it would be too much to say if the Virgin Mary did not show a little bit.

When the church found out, Euron "reluctantly" took the four sons of war to find Emperor Cersei and told her about it.

Emperor Cersei was wearing a pure white fox fur collared cloak, and the pure white fur made her blush tender and delicate, and her skin delicate.

She took a few steps to the balcony, pointed at the barefoot sparrows in gray linen who yelled "Bitch Queen" outside the Red Castle, with a vicious smile on the corner of her mouth, "The group of sparrows came to the Red Castle to demonstrate every now and then. Once, it's too damned, it's time for a long night to freeze and starve them all to death."

"And Daenerys," Cersei smiled even more, "I don't know if that little bastard is dead. If she hasn't died in the hands of the Allies, call her to defend the Great Wall and fight aliens." Ghost, didn't she create a 'United Anti-Ghost Front' long ago?

If she doesn't die, who will?

Hahaha"

Cersei threw her head back and laughed.

The anguish of being locked in the tower by the old nun these days dissipated in an instant.

"Queen Cersei, watch your words!" An iron knight with a seven-pointed star printed on his chest shouted angrily.

"You dare to yell at me?" Cersei's eyes widened, and the angry flames condensed in her eye sockets, as if she was about to turn into two fire dragons in the next moment, soaring out, turning the poor knight who knew nothing about good or evil into ashes.

"Guards, drag this queen-snarling fellow out of here!" Cersei yelled.

No one answered.

(End of this chapter)