Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 856 Long Night Hero List

Chaotou Island, Spice Town.

The sky was dark, the air was cold and damp, and the north wind seemed to roar in my ears.

But the town was surprisingly lively.

Row upon row of shops are open, filled with products from all over the world. Some shop assistants shout loudly to attract customers, while others talk loudly with customers on the quality, provenance and price of the products beside the shelves.

On the muddy street, crowds of people crowded together, there were noblemen in gorgeous fur furs on horseback, knights with swords around their waists, businessmen calling for friends, laborers pushing carts and carrying boxes, and some with their hands clasped together. ordinary people in their sleeves

Spirits, barbecue, toast, feces, urine, etc., all kinds of smells are mixed together. Although it doesn't smell good, it blends into a vibrant life in the streets and alleys.

There is a four-story stone building called the "Spice Hotel" at the southern end of Main Street.

At this time, eight knights with silver seahorse emblems printed on their chests stood guard in front of the hotel.

Every guest who tries to enter the gate is subject to their interrogation.

"I heard they were negotiating when I took the clipper from Tidehead Island to Mill on the other side ten days ago.

It's been almost half a month now, and we haven't settled the deal yet, it's really special.

Moreover, the negotiations did not go to the main castle of Velaryon in the high-tide city, but chose to stay in the hotel.

As a result, every time we enter the hotel gate, we have to ask about our identity and search for weapons. Isn't this a tossing person? In the northwest corner of the hall, a slouch-eyed knight who was drinking complained.

Judging from the family crest on its leather armor, it should be from the Hogg family, which is the king's sow's horn.

At his table were Ser Haver, with a green rippled cloak on a gold background, and an olive-skinned Myrish merchant.

"It can't be helped. It involves [-] tons of grain and the ownership of a principality. Of course, we have to talk slowly." Sir Haver, who had a boil on his left forehead, said.

"One hundred thousand tons of grain can be exchanged for a principality, which is too profitable." Sir Hogg raised his eyebrows, envious in his heart.

Sir Hover nodded approvingly, "It's just one hundred thousand tons of grain, not to mention a principality, ten years ago, even our city of Hover, who gritted our teeth and tightened our belts for 20 years, could produce it."

Sir Hogg squinted his eyes and said with a chuckle: "Looking at it now, what a pity the fake prince Aegon!

If he returns to Westeros a few years later, with hundreds of thousands of tons of grain in his hands, not to mention winning the Iron Throne, he can at least be a duke.

Now Sansa Stark is cheap for nothing.Although she was his wife, but the pretty widow really became a duke, if she had to marry someone, who would care?

Even the Seven Gods can't object to the widow's marriage. The little devil has worked so hard, and I don't know if he will succeed, but she has a big belly now, so I'm afraid she will have to use other methods hehehe! "

"Hey hey!" The expressions on the faces of the two men at the same table became obscene, and they laughed at the same time.

"You can't call him 'little devil' now!" Sir Haver laughed so hard that he pulled the boil on his forehead, and grinned: "That guy has changed a lot now, even a big man like me is a little bit moved when he sees it. Those women, Now they call him 'Little Angel'!"

"The little angel of the White Walker deserves it," Sir Hogg spat, and said contemptuously, "Didn't you hear how he broke the curse? He was kissed ten thousand times by a skilled girl, what should he be like? In my opinion, it should be called 'Xiaoyan-Dragon'."

"Shh, keep your voice down," the Mir merchant nervously glanced at the stairway and the gate before he said displeasedly, "What kind of place is this? Now, little bastard-long, who is the little devil? You're hurting him so much , if someone hears it and spreads it, don't be afraid, but I still plan to do business with him!"

"Why is it lost? I'm not wrong, the news of him breaking the curse came from Dragonstone Island." Hogg stared.

The Myr merchant Buffett sighed helplessly, and said: "Now he is the elder brother of the Dragon Queen, and the Queen even canonized him as Prince Jean.

You are royal nobles, old servants of the Targaryen family, and now you plan to serve Dragonstone to spend the night.What good will it do you to offend Tyrion? "

Sir Hogg and Sir Haver stopped talking, and only drank with sullen faces.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit tense, the Myr merchant changed the subject and said: "On the surface, the content of this negotiation is that Lady Sansa exchanged [-] tons of grain for a principality from Stannis, but the root cause is that the Iron Throne belong."

"Don't forget Dragon Queen's 'Long Night Hero List'!" He reminded in a low voice.

"Long Night Heroes List, what list is it?" Sir Hogg asked suspiciously.

Sir Haver was also bewildered.

"You don't know?" The merchant of Myr turned to Sir Haval in surprise, "A week ago, in the name of the Dragon Queen, Dragonstone sent a message to the nobles above the Earl of the Seven Kingdoms—in view of the fact that the White Walker King did not kill once, The rule to end the King of the Long Night has been changed to a point system."

"Sir Haver's family has the title of earl, so they should have received the letter crow from Dragonstone."

Sir Haval smiled wryly, "You know, Sir Hogg and I were busy taking out loans to purchase grain, and we just came back from the other side of the narrow sea and found you."

"Tell us, what is the hero list?" Sir Hogg asked eagerly.

The Mier merchant poured himself a cup of summer red, took a sip, and said slowly: "As the name suggests, the hero list is the hero ranking that ends the long night.

Any noble or commoner in the Seven Kingdoms can participate in this competition of human self-saving in the long night. According to the contribution of each battle against the White Walkers, certain points can be obtained.

For example, in the Battle of Winterfell, Miss Arya killed the White Ghost King once, and Mrs. Sansa gained [-] points; Stannis desperately challenged the White Ghost King, although he was defeated, he won [-] points.

Ordinarily, the Dragon Queen deserved more credit for breaking the forbidden spell of the Cold God, but she took it as her responsibility to deal with the Cold God.

Fighting the cold god is not counted in the oath of 'the one who ends the long night is king', so her points are only [-] points.

Currently the top three heroes are Lady Sansa, Stannis and Dragon Queen.

After that, Princess Arianne of Dorne, Ser Jaime Lannister of the Westland, and others, even Lord Tarly, whose eldest son died in battle at Winterfell, alas, is miserable!

However, their points are relatively low, ranging from a few hundred points to more than 1000 points. "

"Why is Sansa Stark number one on the hero list? Isn't her sister Arya the one who killed the White Walker?" Sir Hogg asked confused.

"Because Arya swore allegiance to her sister. It's like a soldier killed the White Walker, but his lord sat on the Iron Throne. It makes sense, doesn't it?" the merchant of Myr smiled meaningfully.

The two jazz suddenly understood the fundamental reason why Davos and Tyrion had been arguing for so long.

Sure enough, it's still for the Iron Throne.

"I used to think that the price of a principality was only [-] tons of food, but now I realize that Stannis exchanged other people's things for his Iron Throne.

The bends and valleys were not his fiefs! "Sir Hogg said with emotion.

The merchant of Myr sighed: "In recent years, you Westeros has been too chaotic. The kings have been fighting endlessly, and the dukes have exterminated one after another. I don't know it. I was shocked. The Tully of the River and the Highgarden of the River Bend have been wiped out. , Jon Arryn's son is not long to live, even Baratheon"

Speaking of Baratheon, the businessman suddenly stopped talking, looked around vigilantly, heaved a sigh of relief when he saw no one was paying attention, and gave the two people opposite him an awkward wry smile, "That's a ruthless man more terrifying than the little devil."

The two lords nodded with sympathy, and then they "stop talking about state affairs" and started talking about recent business.

"In addition to man-made disasters and natural disasters, Westeros has the long night and millions of ghosts that are more terrifying than war. I dare not go into the inland now, for fear that the living dead will not come back, and the business will naturally be impossible. , and now he’s starting to change his career as a moneylender.”

Although Mill Buffett sighed and sighed, there was an obvious superiority expression on his face.

It looks like a Chinese netizen swiping the terrible data of a certain virus patient on the other side of the Pacific Ocean on Douyin, or swiping to the beautiful scenery, or swiping the stand-up comedy of a certain king of cross talk, or swiping the king of cross talk The news of finally being recruited

Although netizens feel deep sympathy for the ordinary people across the sea, they will inevitably build some happiness on the suffering of others.

"Business is difficult not only because of the chaos in Westeros, but you Essos are also not peaceful, right? I don't know how many of the hundreds of ships you sent to Slaver's Bay have returned now."

At this moment, several young women dressed as samurai sat down at a nearby table, and the petite, plump and beautiful woman in the lead interrupted casually.

"You are..." The Mir merchant looked at the plump woman with the same olive skin, black hair and black eyes as himself, very kindly.

"Ah, Princess Arianne!" Some bald-headed Sir Harvard didn't recognize anyone at first, but when he saw a few sand snakes with distinctive styles, and then noticed the family emblem on their clothes, he immediately exclaimed.

Knight Hogg bowed and saluted a gentleman, then sat down again, and said curiously: "I heard that Donne is setting up the third line of defense at the Prince's Pass, and you are the commander. Why come to Chaotou Island when you have time?"

Arianne shrugged and said, "I'll just name it, the real person in charge of Nightsong City is Sir Jon Connington."

"If you want me to say that it is better to build a large ship to cross the sea and take refuge in the continent of Essos than to spend a lot of effort to arrange the defense line. No matter how strong the White Walker is, can they still cross the sea?" the Myrman laughed.

(End of this chapter)