Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 832 Come on, Silver Saint

Among the gray and black sackclothed corpses, the flaming red heart drape on Clutton Songer's corpse stood out, and Dany found it among hundreds of stretchers at a glance.

"Stannis didn't even dispose of the corpses of his own men?" she frowned.

"He left in a hurry, but he didn't forget Sir Song Ge. Before he left, he asked me to help burn the body." Speaking of this, Jon saw Dany's expression a little strangely.

"Did you forget that Sir Songk is in heaven. Or did you forget to call the Stranger to fetch his spirit?" he asked.

Dany was stunned before she realized that when Sir Clutton Songer voluntarily took the White Ghost King to die together, he asked her for an atonement roll.

She did not have a scroll with her at the time.So, he entered the Stranger state, separated a consciousness and waited for his soul to appear in the world of death.

The result was very pitiful, there was a large space left in the stone tower room, Song Ge, Richard and the White Ghost King were not killed, and then the forbidden spell appeared, and the Dragon Queen tried her best to deal with the cold god

Dani was embarrassed.

Jon has been paying attention to her expression, and immediately understands that Ser Clutton Songgar's death is in vain.

"It's true" He glanced back at the stretcher covered with the cloak of the flaming heart, his eyes were full of pity and sympathy, "Stannis and the red woman refused to hold a funeral for him because he was going to heaven, and so on." His soul really went to Lahlona, ​​I'm afraid"

Dani was full of guilt, she should have

I have decided that wherever I go in the future, I will carry a few Atonement Scrolls on my body like a golden dragon.

"Don't worry, he won't go to R'hllor's hell." The big crow on the top of the stable's wooden door said lightly.

Dany looked at the crow expectantly, "Did you intervene?"

"I didn't know about it at all, and I was busy suppressing the will of the cold god, how could I have time?" The big crow shook his head and reminded: "Sir Song Ge doesn't believe in R'hllor."

"He is the Flaming Heart Knight, why—" Dany stopped abruptly.

She suddenly understood what Bran meant.

At that time, Song Ge saw that the Son of Prophecy and Aunt Mei were killed in battle, and the first God King was defeated (Rhello ran away, the sun was covered by darkness), so he felt that the King of Light was not reliable, and thought that the local Virgin of the Seven Kingdoms was more real, More powerful.

What does this mean?

That guy has no faith in R'hllor anymore.

"Really." Dani walked to Song Ge's body with a strange expression, stretched out her hand to press his chest, and entered the Stranger state in the next moment.

The color disappeared, and the gray Winterfell was as quiet as a ghost, and a figure like a demented old man circled around the gate of the city.

"Fight the ghosts, go to heaven, fight the ghosts, go to heaven." The undead's eyes were dull, and the mouth kept murmuring the same sentence.

With a stocky figure, a bald head, and a cloak of flaming hearts, he was Sir Clutton Songer.

Sure enough, as Bran expected, he lost his faith in R'hllor, but his devotion to the seven gods was not enough to go to heaven, so he could only dissipate between heaven and earth.

It's just that Sir Song Ge died with deep obsession.

If obsession cannot be achieved, it will turn into resentment, and resentment is the nourishment of resentful spirits.

If Dany left him alone, Winterfell would be haunted in a few years.

Of course, being an undead in Winterfell is dangerous. It's not that people are in danger, but that the undead are in danger.

Jon, Bran, Arya, Sansa can all clean it up.

"What is she doing? She has been pressing her hands on the dead man for almost half an hour." Yegritte stomped her feet and complained, "In such a cold day, finish burning the corpse early and go back to bed early to sleep. I couldn't sleep last night." Didn't get a good rest."

The big crow stared fixedly at Song Ge's body with red eyes, without moving or speaking.

Jon looked around, the people who carried the corpses were all crowded in the martial arts arena behind the city gate, and their faces were flushed from the cold, with expressions of impatience.

"You carry the corpse out first, pile up the cremation altar, and wait for the dragon—"

"Om~~~~" Before Jon finished speaking, a golden light broke through the dark night and fell from the sky. In the holy beam of light, you can see some mist particles, and a golden armored god will slowly fall along the beam of light. enter

Everyone stared wide-eyed, the face and outfit of the golden armored general were so familiar, they couldn't help shouting in horror: "Sir Richard, it's Sir Richard, he, he descended from heaven!"

"Whoosh~~~~" The holy golden light fell from the sky on Sir Song Ge's corpse, and the god general in the beam of light just touched the corpse, and the golden light suddenly poured into it.

"Ah!" Under the shocked but natural eyes of everyone, Sir Song Ge on the stretcher moved a few times, groaned, and slowly came to life.

"Is this a paradise? It's so beautiful." Song Ge looked at the glorious ice crystal dome, fascinated.

"Ah~~~" He couldn't help screaming, because suddenly, a big hairy face approached, the distance was too close, the face was too ugly, and he was awakened from the fantasy of heaven.

Tormund touched Song Ge's gradually warming face, "It's really alive? It's amazing!"

"Knight of Hearts, this is Winterfell, haven't you gone to heaven?" the savage asked curiously.

"Winterfell?" Song Ge looked around, wondering, "Am I not dead?"

Suddenly, his face was filled with horror, "Ah, I died, I died so badly, I was frozen to death in the ice, I went to a horrible world, that's not heaven, that's R'hllor's Hell, why didn't I go to heaven? Her Majesty, you-"

Dany quickly interrupted his "nonsense" and said seriously: "After you died, you went to Stranger's kingdom of death, not R'hllor's hell. As for why you didn't go to heaven?"

"Hey, the great cause is not accomplished, how can I be happy?"

"What do you mean?" Sir Song Ge asked blankly.

"The White Ghost King is not dead yet, your mission has not been completed"

Then, with a solemn expression, the Dragon Queen gave an overview of the second half of the Battle of Winterfell, and let Song Ge understand the serious situation now.

Finally, he comforted him and said, "Although you didn't go to heaven, like Sir Richard, you also got a silver holy garment from the seven gods."

Song Ge felt better, but he still muttered: "The silver holy cloth sounds inferior to the golden holy cloth."

Pope Dani said sternly: "The power of the holy clothes comes from the belief in the Seven Gods. As long as you are devout enough, it is common for the bronze holy clothes to blow up the gold, not to mention your silver."

There are only 12 sets of golden holy clothes in total, so of course they can't be distributed casually.

And she was right, except for the different colors, Song Ge's silver holy cloth is not weaker than Richard's golden holy cloth.

Tormund rubbed his hands, grinned flatteringly and said, "Your Majesty, can you give me a holy garment? I also fight the White Walkers. The day before yesterday in the Battle of Winterfell, I killed 146 ghouls, half of them!"

"I'll take you to heaven, will you go?" Dany laughed.

"If I can come back after going to heaven, I would like to give you a holy garment as a gift!" Tormund patted his chest and said righteously.

"You don't believe in the Seven Gods. Without the power of the Seven Gods, you can't activate the Saint Cloth." Dany shook her head.

Tormund looked tangled, as if believing in the old gods had never seen any real benefits, and the Seven Gods

"Your Majesty, can you revive my younger brother? He is only 15 years old!" A wild man in his early twenties came to the dragon queen and begged on his knees.

"Your Majesty, please have mercy on my two children, the oldest is only three years old, they cannot live without a father!" a woman from the north cried.

"Her Majesty, my mother"

In a few moments, thirty or forty northerners knelt before Dany, begging for the resurrection of their loved ones.

"They have already gone to heaven, or the heaven of the seven gods, or the heaven of the old gods, that is the best destination.

Wouldn't it be nice to let them enjoy the sun and wine in heaven?What about after resurrection?How happy is life, why bother to die! ’ Dany exhorted loudly.

In addition to the huge consumption during the resurrection, the defects after the resurrection were also clearly displayed on the pockmarked knight.

She can still control a small number of resurrected people.If there are too many "flawed" resurrectors, forming a humanoid race with yin and yang spirits coexisting in the body, the situation will really be out of control.

After Dani comforted her a lot, and offered to be the priest of the cremation ceremony, she persuaded the group of northerners who missed their relatives to go back.

It was night, after the cremation ceremony, the Dragon Queen left Winterfell on a black dragon and flew north.

Winterfell Castle, Miss Stark's bedroom.

"Jenny, no, close the door, close the door, I'm sorry, Jenny~~~~" Sansa clutched the down quilt tightly with both hands, like a person who fell off a cliff and grabbed the last vine.

Theon squatted beside the bed, gently wiping the hot sweat off Sansa's face and forehead with a wet towel.

"She's always been like this?" Arya stood at the end of the bed, frowning.

"It was fine before, but after going downstairs to see Jenny's body, she kept having nightmares." Theon sighed softly.

"What happened?" Jon asked.

"Sansa was terrified, the hoarfrost fell, I ran with her in my arms, she kept yelling and closed the door, and then as soon as she and I entered the crypt, the guards inside locked the door, leaving Jenny behind"

Theon's expression was gloomy, and his face was full of sadness and self-blame. "When we recovered from the panic, we found that Jenny was blocked from the door. Her crying and crying sound seemed to come from another world."

"She always does things that she regrets, and she always regrets afterwards, but what's the use of regret?" Bran said indifferently.

This bedroom, except for Robb and Rickon of the Vale, members of the Stark brothers and sisters.

Well, Theon is Ed's adopted son, considered their stepbrother.

If Ed was still alive, seeing the "warm" family reunion scene indoors, Jiuquan would definitely be smiling.

"Bran" Sansa opened her eyes suddenly, and her beautiful eyes with a look of fear instantly locked the big crow on the railing at the end of the bed, "You are finally willing to come to see me."

"I really don't want to see you." Bran said lightly.

"You hate me?" Sansa waved open Theon's towel, struggled to sit up, stared straight into the crow's eyes, and asked hoarsely, "Where do you feel resentment towards me?"

Theon glanced back and forth between Sansa and the big crow, hesitant to speak.

Arya looked numb.

Jon hurried out to smooth things over, and said softly, "Sansa, you're thinking too much, Bran has no other intentions, he—"

"Jon, shut up, I want Bran to say it himself." Sansa suppressed her anger and said in a deep voice.

Bran was silent for a moment, and said helplessly: "You are my sister, and I love you as much as I love Arya and Jon. But you have done, are doing, and are about to do too many stupid things, and I have reasons not to see you .”

(End of this chapter)