Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 795

"Even if you go to Winterfell, what can you do? Why don't you come and be with me. At this moment, there is no place that is safer than the Eagle's Nest in the Vale." Sansa persuaded.

"I'm different from you, I'm a fighter." The big crow said lightly.

"You're a fool!" Sansa was also a little angry, "Have you ever seen a White Walker? I'm afraid you don't even know that only the Wagang Sword and Dragonglass weapons can kill a White Walker. Your sewing needle is really just A sewing needle."

"I heard that Daenerys is in Winterfell? Can I borrow a dragonglass dagger from her?" asked the big crow.

"She's worth 1 of you, so don't go back and die. The destruction of Winterfell is not terrible. As long as you and I, Rickon and Jon can survive, there will always be a day to rebuild our home."

Speaking of this, Sansa showed a bit of vicissitudes on her face, and sighed deeply: "The ups and downs of these years have finally taught me a truth, a family is made up of family members, there are no people, and Winterfell is just a castle.

So what if the castle is broken?Our brothers and sisters are reunited, and Winterfell can be anywhere. "

"This is why you took Rickon away from Winterfell before the war? What about Jon?" the big crow said angrily.

"Do you think Rickon and I can help Jon?" Sansa said shyly, "If possible, I'd like to lend him my pterosaur."

Daenerys and Stannis are both bringing large numbers of pterodactyls to the point of no return, and there will always be a seat for the King in the North. "

"You can't help Jon, but I can." The big crow said confidently.

"You can't—" The wry smile on Sansa's face froze, and a picture appeared in her mind like lightning: Arya was held high by the neck of the White Walker, and then she switched the dagger from right hand to left hand, and stabbed the White Walker King Throat

"Could it be possible that the Faceless One can assassinate even the White Ghost King?" she wondered.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Sansa struggled. After a while, she saw the crow's eyes suddenly became bright and hot, which made the crow shrink its neck.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Er Ya asked unnaturally.

Sansa hugged the big crow, and said frantically, "Arya, you have to be loyal to me! I'll give you a dragonbone dagger."

"What?" Erya was confused.

"I'll send you to Winterfell, but before that, you must pledge your allegiance to me." Sansa repeated, still emotional.

"There is something wrong with your brain, why am I loyal to you? The fake prince is dead, and you are no longer the queen." The big crow screamed.

"Boom!" Sansa put the big crow heavily on the coffee table and shouted loudly: "Arya, he is your brother-in-law!"

"Why are you so excited? I didn't say he wasn't, but this still doesn't change the fact that he is a fake prince.

Don't dream of the queen, he is dead, and your short dynasty is over. "The big crow also responded loudly.

Sansa got up in a rage, but before her temper broke out, she sat back on the soft couch like a deflated ball, adjusted her mood and expression, and said kindly: "You are still as annoying as before! But you are right , I just refuse to admit defeat, I still want to be a queen no, as long as you are willing to help me, I can become a queen!"

"You're crazy." The big crow shook his head again and again.

"Listen to me" Sansa didn't hide a bit, and told the dragon queen that her child was Targaryen, and that the dragon queen "ends the long night as king".

"I've also heard Daenerys' oath of 'ending the Long Night as King', but will she really keep it? It seems that the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms didn't respond positively." Arya wondered.

"Targaryen, speak like a mountain." Sansa was very confident, "Daenerys has never broken an oath or broken a promise in her life."

"The Iron Throne is worthy of anyone's oath." The big crow said.

"She is not included in anyone. I have dealt with her a few times, and I can count her as a person. She is a traditional knight like her father, like Barristan, honor, integrity, fairness, and mercy.

Think about it, if she was the same as Cersei and the Mad King, would she still take the initiative to help Winterfell? "Sansa said with certainty, without any reluctance.

"Well, anyway, I will always kill the White Ghost King, so it's better to take advantage of you." The big crow hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed.

If you go by land, the mountain road in the Bright Moon Mountains is rugged and winding. It is nearly a thousand kilometers from the Eagle's Nest City to the Crossroads Inn, but Sansa has a pterosaur. After a few hours, she found her sister at the confluence of the Trident River.

"Seven gods, are you a hunting dog?"

On a hill near the river bank, Sansa saw two men and a direwolf the size of a pony.

A direwolf with silver-gray fur was lying on the haystack, a girl in black leather armor was lying with it, and another tall man with half-long hair covering his face stood beside him, looking up at the falling pterosaur.

"Quack—" The crow flew away from Sansa's arms, and the black-haired girl on the haystack immediately woke up.

"Little sister, are you really a dragon knight? Can your dragon breathe fire?" The tall man stepped back a few steps, looking at the pterosaur's beak with some fear.

"Lady is a pterosaur, so why are you here? They all said you were dead." Seeing "Old Lover" again, Sansa had a very complicated expression.

"Lady? That's not an auspicious name." Hearing that the monster in front of him couldn't breathe fire, the Hound breathed a sigh of relief. "The Hound is indeed dead. The person standing in front of you now is the 'Hog of the Virgin'."

"Mother's dog?" When Brienne helped her climb down the pterosaur's back, Sansa also saw the Hound's outfit clearly.

The hairstyle has not changed, it is still long enough to cover the entire burnt left face, and it is still wearing black fine steel armor, but there is a huge white seven-pointed star on the chest.

"You joined the Sons of War?" Sansa was very surprised.

She knew that the Hound despised the gods as much as they despised the honor of knights.

"I said, I'm 'The Dog of Our Lady'! I'm a hound, a hound by nature, but a hound for a man—even if he's a king, he will always do things I don't like to do.

Well, to be a dog for thugs and bastards, I'm sure I'll be a thug dog, or a bastard too.

The Holy Mother is different. He is definitely not a villain or a bastard. As His dog, I feel at ease and proud, hahaha! "The hound laughed strangely.

Although he was laughing heartily, he looked at Sansa with complicated eyes, and when his eyes fell on her bulging belly, the eyes became even darker.

A trace of regret flashed across my heart.

"He was rescued by the monks on the Silent Island, and now he is also a monk, a priest of the Seven Gods who serves the Virgin." Arya came over and said.

Sansa was immediately attracted by her younger sister: thin body, slender limbs, but only 1.5 meters, shorter than herself; long horse face, gray eyes, black hair combed back into a single ponytail.

Very Stark looking.

If it wasn't for the indifferent expression, it would be somewhat similar to Aunt Lyanna in the portrait.

Seeing her sister watching, Arya frowned, touched her face, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"You haven't changed much, you haven't become disabled!" Sansa said dejectedly.

"What do you mean?" Arya looked even colder.

Sansa was stunned for a moment, she came back to her senses, and said awkwardly: "Didn't you say that before? I saw a scene in the glass candle, you stabbed the White Walker to death with a knife.

That you, with a burly figure and fat body, lost the cleverness and cuteness of childhood, and are completely crippled."

"Do you think I can get puffy?" Arya sneered.

Sansa said silently, in this world, being fat is a privilege only for noble ladies and cooks. My sister lived a hard life in the House of Black and White, and it is normal for her to be a little stunted now.

"Why are you with the Hound?" she changed the subject.

"When you flew over, didn't you see the pedestrians on the River Road and the King's Road?" Arya asked.

Sansa nodded. "The road is full of people."

"I also met the hound on the road two days ago"

After that, Arya and the Hound had a sentence for you and me, telling what they had experienced recently.

The news of the collapse of the Great Wall and the southward movement of the ghosts spread across the river. The little nobles who thought they could not resist the siege of the ghosts all evacuated the castle with their families.

They either took refuge in a big castle like Riverrun or Harrenhal, or went to the Vale, or took a boat along the Trident River to Dreadfort on the Crab Claw Peninsula.

The nobles have all fled, what can the civilians in the territory do?

No one cares about their life or death.

Therefore, Brother Meribald came forward and called on the monks and church knights from the major churches in the Three Rivers Basin to come forward, enter the villages and towns where the churches were located, and organize the people to migrate to the valley and the Crab Claw Peninsula.

Meribald first received high praise from the Dragon Queen, and then used the large amount of food she supported to provide disaster relief.

When the Holy Mother came, he was also the first group of monks to receive the divine magic bestowed by the Holy Mother.

Therefore, the former wandering monk has become a famous figure in the Three Rivers Valley.

The Silent Island where the Hound is located belongs to the church organization, there is no lord oppression, no military service, and because it belongs to the alluvial plain where the Trident River flows into the intersection of Crab Bay, the island is fertile and full of farmland, and the people's life is very rich.

Therefore, Silent Island has also become a place for refugees.

Under the leadership of the elder bishop, the hunting dog left the Silent Island with a group of monks, these days they were near the Trident River to pick up the people in the river who migrated.

Just in time, Arya was hiding among the civilians, and the two bumped into each other.

Originally, the two of them had a very unpleasant quarrel when they broke up last time, and they shouldn't get together again when they meet again this time.

But after Arya stated that she was going back to Winterfell to fight the White Walkers, the Hound suddenly seemed to find his ultimate goal as a warrior.

So, he bid farewell to the elders, and there was this scene today.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go to Winterfell quickly!" The Hound looked up at the sky, and cursed: "This is the long night of my mother-in-law, and I almost forgot what the sun looks like. Now there is no morning, afternoon, and evening. I can't tell the difference."

Arya looked at the lady, frowned and said, "Your dragon is much smaller than Deathwing, can it carry us?"

"Don't worry, the lady is a striped long pterosaur with wide wings and a load of four to five hundred kilograms. You guys are completely fine."

Erya asked again: "What about Nymeria?"

"Nymeria" Sansa looked at the direwolf the size of a pony beside her, and her eyes were dim for a while.

If her lady is still alive, she should be about this age, right?

The brothers and sisters all have direwolves and are also skinchangers, except for her.

"Nymeria is too big, you can't put it on your back, you can tie a rope around her body, and let the lady carry it on her paws."

"Hanging on the claws? Is it too dangerous if it falls off?"

Sansa looked at her younger sister's face and suddenly frowned: Even when she said worried words, her tone and expression were so flat.

"It doesn't matter, that's how Rickon's Shaggydog was airlifted to Gate of the Moon."

While the hound was peeling bark and twisting hemp rope in one side of the woods, Sansa pulled her sister to a corner and asked in a low voice, "You are very strange, like a piece of emotionless ice. What's the matter?"

(End of this chapter)