Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 796

"You look terrible now, like a piece of ice without emotion." Sansa worried.

"I am the Faceless One." Erya raised her brows and said calmly.

"Do you have any meditation skills?" Sansa asked.

"This is my secret." Arya avoided answering.

Sansa said solemnly: "The day before Aegon was killed, our five brothers and sisters were united in soul. At that time, there was a cold and terrifying will that followed your spiritual power and caused Bran a big loss."

"By the way, did Bran contact you? He became the Three-Eyed Raven."

Er Ya hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "That day when my soul returned to my body, he came to me."

"I'm really looking for you." Sansa's face was gloomy, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Aegon was captured and burned to death, all of which were knots in her heart that could not be untied: obviously the Three-Eyed Raven knew everything, and obviously Jon was still calling for help from him under the Heart Tree of Winterfell, why did Bran have been standing idly by and indifferently Watching tragedy happen to her?

Bran helped Jon, he helped Arya, why not her?

Erya noticed the change in her sister's mood, but she thought she was worried about herself, so she explained: "My meditation method comes from the House of Black and White. It is very powerful, but it also has a shortcoming, half-ghost transformation."

"Become a White Walker?" Sansa was terrified.

Erya looked back at Brienne and the Hound who were looking over here, and said in a low voice, "Keep your voice down, don't let others know."

Sansa walked up to her sister with an ugly face, touched her face, and ignored her struggle, reached into her collar and touched her left breast.

"Your temperature is abnormal, much lower than normal." Sansa's pretty face turned pale, her voice trembling.

"I think it's good as it is now." Arya didn't care.

"But you're about to become a White Walker." Sansa said anxiously.

"I know in my heart that I won't let myself transform into a strange ghost."

"Can you really become a different ghost?" Sansa trembled.

"Bran has deduced my meditation method, which is powerful, even involving the song of the dead, but very evil at its foundation.

Only those with a firm will can avoid going on the wrong path after practicing.Don't worry, my will is firm as a rock. "Erya believes in herself.

"Song of the Dead?" Sansa was at a loss.

"The law of death can turn mortals into gods of death." Erya's eyes lit up.

"What if you fail?" Sansa asked worriedly.

"If you fail, you may become a monster." Arya said solemnly.

"Ah, you better stop practicing." Sansa exclaimed.

"Ordinary faceless people can't even pass the level of the earth dog, how can they do it if they don't practice the "Death Bible"?

Moreover, even if he becomes a different ghost, he is also a different ghost with independent will.When that time really comes, I will help you kill the White Ghost King first, and then commit suicide. "

"The White Ghost King will definitely not guard against a different ghost." Arya's eyes were cold and firm.

While Sansa flew to Winterfell with Arya and the Hound, Barristan appeared at King's Landing on behalf of the Dragon Queen.

Randyll Tarly, Hand of the King, crossed the Blackwater and met Old Bus near the Kingswood on the South Bank.

Looking at the torrential river flowing eastward into the sea, Barristan sighed, "It's really hard for me to meet you here in this way. Can you understand me?"

On Rando Tully's face as hard as yellow granite, there was a trace of embarrassment and embarrassment that he felt the same way.

"At this time in Westeros, the moral depravity and bad manners all started with the mad king. From the time he killed Rickard Stark and his son, he went to another lord's house as a guest, negotiated, and got married. There are more dangerous things than going to war.”

"It's true that His Majesty Aerys killed Duke Rickard in the wrong way, but he may have had some difficulties at the time." The old man frowned and said a word of defense for the old lord.

"If being tortured by crazy genes is a hardship, then it is." Lando said indifferently.

"Forget it, let's not discuss this today. The matter between His Majesty Aerys and Duke Rickard will be completely resolved at the Grand Council convened by the Queen."

Barristan shook his head, talking about the purpose of his trip: "Stannis refuses to stop the war, but Her Majesty insists that you hand over a hundred tons of wildfire."

Randall Tully's eyelids twitched a few times, and he said coldly, "Do you think I will give in?"

"The Queen said, if you don't agree, she doesn't mind changing the Iron Throne to a master who cares about the overall situation within a day." Barristan said softly.

Ran Dao's rigid expression couldn't hold back at all, and he growled angrily, "She's too rampant. King's Landing has an army of [-], and hundreds of dragon-shooting crossbows."

"My lord, please think about it calmly. Who is the queen wanting wildfire for? To conquer the world for herself?

No, she wants wildfire, just to deal with the White Walkers and save Westeros.

The full name of the King of the Seven Kingdoms is 'King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, and the Guardian of the Realm'. Who do you think is the Guardian of the Realm, Cersei or Euron? "The old bus said sincerely.

The anger on Lan Dao's face froze.

He fell silent.

After a while, he murmured, "Why did she force the Iron Throne instead of Stannis to stop the air raids on King's Landing?"

"Because Stannis is in Winterfell, and the Iron Throne doesn't respond at all to the White Walkers going south."

"It's hard for me to explain to the Minister of State that I sent a hundred tons of wildfire in vain. The wildfire can not only burn the army of the valley besieging the city, but also stop the strange ghosts who may come to the city of King's Landing." Randall Tully said in a deep voice.

"You want gold and food?" the old man frowned.

"I want dragon crystal, I need to equip every soldier in King's Landing with a dragon crystal weapon."

The old bus looked strange and shook his head slowly.

Randall Tully frowned, "4 people have too many weapons, so let's use half of them in rotation."

"No, you misunderstood me. Dragonstone Island is willing to provide King's Landing with 50 dragon crystal spearheads for free." The old man said lightly.

"50 is not a small number, can you help Daenerys make the decision?" Randall Tully was puzzled.

"Her Majesty is willing to give free dragonglass weapons to all humans who resist the White Walkers. She doesn't care about money or whether you are loyal to her. Saving the world is her only purpose."

Randall Tully was stunned for a long time, "I can transport a hundred tons of wildfire, but you must promise me one request, take my son Dickon to Winterfell."

"you sure?"

"I really want to go in person, leading King's Landing, or at least leading Horn Ringer to stop the White Walkers from going south. The Hand of the King should defend Westeros, shouldn't it?" Randall Tully's eyes dimmed, "It's a pity I can't do it, Defending the capital and defending the king is also the responsibility of the Hand of the King."

"Perhaps, Euron can make peace with Stannis. Give King's Landing to Davos, Euron and Cersei retreat to Highgarden, and the River Bend also needs to be fortified." Old Bus suggested.

"Your idea is very good, but it's a pity." Randall Tully shook his head and said bitterly: "The last time the princes of the valley rebelled, Davos led the pterodactyl army to burn the Euron camp outside the city of Duskvale, and no one was killed. But let him hear that his thing was burnt out. How can such a big hatred be reconciled?"

Although the temperature dropped below zero and the sun was extinguished, for the sake of safety, the Dragon Queen's Pterosaur Knights still brought a batch of "Tyrion Oil" from Dragonstone Island to increase the stability of the wildfire.

Just outside Linhe Gate, a large number of alchemists were busy refilling the wildfire in the glass jar.

Every time a batch is loaded, a pterosaur will fly from the south bank to the north bank pier, take the wildfire bombs and fly to Winterfell immediately.

There was no delay.

Not only pterosaurs, but Dani's three giant dragons also came.

Two giant dragons stood guard in mid-air, and the other came down to carry a ton of wildfire.

"Hey, sir, is someone looking for you?" Just as the big black fell, causing a commotion among the residents and sailors at the pier by the river, a scruffy little beggar with frostbite on his face approached Barristan, threw a ball of paper, turned around and slid in quickly. crowd.

The old bus lowered his head and picked up the ball of paper, opened it, and was stunned.

—Your old brother is going to Winterfell, and I hope you will give him a lift.

"Old brother, who? It's not clear how to say this."

The old knight was puzzled, and he stepped forward unconsciously, trying to find the little beggar in the crowd.

Ordinary people saw the white knight with white glaze inlaid on his chest and a white cloak behind him, and they all moved out of the way with expressions of awe and admiration.

Even if someone pointed at him, it didn't block his way.

Suddenly, a lame man with a ragged sheepskin coat, a messy face and a big beard seemed to be drunk, with his head lowered, staggering, and he leaned towards Barristan's left waist with his sword hanging.

"Beware, Ser Selmy!"

Although the bearded man looked like a beggar, he also had a sword pinned to his left waist. The two guards around the old bus immediately stepped forward, holding the bearded man vigilantly.

The cripple did not dodge or dodge, allowing them to stop him, he only raised his head abruptly, and met the eye of Barristan who was looking over.

"Ah, you—" Old Ba's expression changed drastically, he pulled away the two guards, took the cripple's right arm and walked back.

"Why are you here?" the old bus whispered.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that I have become so virtuous. You can recognize me at a glance. I was going to announce my name just now." The bearded man limped and struggled to keep up with the white knight.

"I also know you when you turn into ashes," the old man snorted coldly, then slowed down unconsciously, and asked in confusion, "I heard that you broke your right hand, why did you lame your left foot?"

"The right hand is broken, and the left foot is also limping." The bearded man said bitterly.

Barristan boarded the big ship with wildfire canisters on the Blackwater River with his big beard all the way, and entered the captain's cabin on the second floor, before he relaxed and let go of the bearded man's right arm.

The 40 pterosaurs cannot take away all the wildfires at one time, and the rest will be sent to Dragonstone Island by sea boat, and slowly transferred to Winterfell.

After the two sat down, the old man threw the letter paper on the bearded man with a cold face, and said flatly, "You are not my brother."

The bearded man was full of doubts at first, but after picking up the note and looking at it, he understood what the other party meant.

Throwing the note on the ground casually, he smiled and said, "This is written by Varys. I know myself well. Now I can't compare to Her Majesty's Kingsguard Captain and Hand of the King."

"James, don't be glib, why are you dressed like this? Why are you looking for me?" the old man said coldly.

The scruffy cripple on the opposite side was none other than the handsome and powerful Captain of the Kingsguard, Jaime Lannister.

"Varys is telling the truth as he presses my bearded face up to your cold ass, and I need your help."

"What are you going to do in Winterfell?" the old man frowned.

The smile on James' face disappeared, and his misery and helplessness were like maggots on the wall of a toilet cesspit, dragging obvious marks on his cheeks and slowly climbing up his eyebrows, "Now, if I don't go to Winterfell, I can still do it." what?

I didn't know what to do, but I was absolutely sure that I didn't want to be doing the wrong thing.

At least this time, I can be completely sure that there is absolutely nothing wrong with fighting the White Walkers and defending Westeros. "

Looking at the obvious wrinkles on his face, the old man guessed that the little brother must have had a difficult life in the past two years, and couldn't help but wondered: "Cersei is in the Red Keep, and the Lions are in King's Landing, why are you dressed like this? It seems to be avoiding someone."

A deep hatred flashed in Jaime's blue eyes, and he gritted his teeth, "Euron!"

(End of this chapter)