Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 862 The sparrow turns into a phoenix

"But I have the blood of 'Storm King' Durran Durandon." Erlu said coldly.

"God Sorrow" Duron and "City Builder" Brandon are legendary heroes of the same era.

They are not the same age, the difference between the two is more than 1000 years, but both Du Lun and Brandon are extraordinary, and Du Lun has a high probability of being a demigod and has lived for more than 1000 years.

Durham in his later years dealt with Brandon in his teenage years.

Du Lun abducted Yi Ni, the daughter of the sea god and the storm god, a mermaid.

The gods were furious and destroyed their city and clan. The entire Kingdom of Stormland wailed in the storm, but the gods couldn't kill Du Lun either.

Du Lun even dared to declare war on the two gods.

Brandon helped him, at least helped him build Storm's End against the waves and storms.

After the first long night, Brandon created the line of Starks in Winterfell, and Du Lun created the line of Durandon in Storm's End.It has been passed down until 300 years ago, when Aegon the Conqueror landed in Westeros.

Orys Baratheon, the ancestor of Erlu, killed the last Durandon and married his only daughter.

In a sense, Erlu and his daughter Xilin are descendants of gods, they have the blood of Yi Ni, and Yi Ni is the daughter of the Storm God and Sea God

"Many nobles who have been passed down for thousands of years still lose their fiefs and castles, and no one cares about what happened to them because they are insignificant.

But the Dragon Queen is different, she has the power to claim her own inheritance.In fact, the Iron Throne is hers too, if she chooses. Davos sighed.

Erlu closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment, then said: "I only want the [-] kilometers of royal land around Jun's Landing, and leave the rest to her, and then compensate her with one-sixth of the Three Rivers Valley.

The rest of the river was divided between Tully and Sansa.Even after subtracting one-sixth and dividing it into half, it is still larger than the area of ​​the king's land. What else are they not satisfied with? "

"That's what you say, but" Davos said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, the initiative is not in our hands.

Tyrion clearly refuses to divide the river equally, what he wants is a complete duchy.

We haven't even won King's Landing yet, and we are far away from unifying the Seven Kingdoms.

To put it bluntly, you are not even qualified to subjugate Lady Sansa and Tyrion.

Now they propose to exchange their allegiance for the dukedom, which is difficult for you to accept; but for them, is it the best choice?

Big deal, they took food to Dragonstone Island, and continued to sit on the sidelines, waiting for the opportunity to kill the ghost king.

How else can you refuse Lady Sansa to arrange for her vassals to resist the White Walkers?Or how do you stop her sister from taking the White Walker's head again? "

Erlu looked gloomy and remained silent.

Davos sighed, and continued: "To put it bluntly, the Dragon Queen is too strong now, she has giant dragons, the blessing of the Virgin, and the magical power to resist the cold god, so she is the maker of the rules of the game, and we are just players.

The rules of the game she made—the one who ends the long night is king—are simple and fair, so they are accepted by the people of the Seven Kingdoms.

You won King's Landing and sat on the Iron Throne, just to better integrate your forces and strive to become the number one existence in the "Long Night Heroes List".

But Stark has Jon, the king of the North, Bran the three-eyed crow, and Arya the powerful assassin. Lady Sansa has the ability and opportunity to fulfill the promise of "Ending the Long Night as King" first.

We are afraid of her, and letting her surrender is equivalent to reducing the biggest competitor, and the price of a principality is not too much. "

With a sullen face, Erlu paced back and forth by the fireplace.

Davos just stood aside and watched him.

The king was thinner than before. He used to have thin cheeks, but his body and limbs were strong and powerful, not inferior to any knight.Now Davos could see the protruding dark blue and almost black meridians on the king's hand, and the armor he had worn for decades also looked loose at this time.

What is more frightening than being thin is his mental state. His sunken eye sockets can even be stuffed with an egg, and the eye circles are as black as bacon that has been smoked for half a year at the mouth of the chimney.

Davos knew that since his resurrection, his king had hardly slept, or needed no sleep, and hardly eaten.

Davos wondered where the energy for the king's daily activities came from without sleeping or eating.

"Do you know why I refuse to hand over the valley to Sansa? Obviously the valley is not my fief." Suddenly, Stannis stopped and turned his head to ask.

Davos was stunned, and then said: "For balance considerations, if the valley belongs to Sansa Stark and the river belongs to Tully, then the alliance between the river, the north and the valley will be formed again, and the royal power will be affected. serious threat."

This issue was not discussed for the first time, and the King's Hand spoke very fluently.

"That's right, I haven't forgotten how Targaryen failed in the Battle of the Usurper." Erlu nodded.

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, if you become a king and then consider the king's problems, you are not yet a king."

After Davos finished speaking, he looked at the king with expectant eyes. He hoped that he would stare, and hope that he would grit his teeth to vent his anger.

He was disappointed again.

The king's eyes only became darker and gloomy, which made him panic.

So, he quickly said the suggestion given by the little devil before he left, "Your Majesty, Tyrion hopes to keep Lannister's position.

As long as you don't attack Westland before the end of the long night, and after King's Landing is captured and Cersei is captured, and you hand her over to him whole, he can persuade Sansa to make concessions. "

"What kind of concession?" Erlu asked.

"He can persuade Sansa to give up the valley and the river bend, but you must pay 500 million golden dragons for the [-] tons of grain."

"500 million." Erlu thought for a while, and said, "This price is not too expensive in the long night, so I can promise it.

But can he call the shots for Sansa?

I only need Sansa's surrender, Tyrion himself is not in my eyes. "

For a moment, Davos' expression became very strange.

"He said that Sansa is his lover now, and his handsome face and twelve spring cries will make her obey." He blushed, lowered his head, and stumbled.

"Shameless!" Erlu cursed.

"It's really shameless, but he is really handsome now, and he can cause a lot of girls to blush and shout when he walks on the street. He should be able to sleep and cough, and he can convince Mrs. Sansa." Davos said.

"I remember that there are only seven techniques of spring cry." Erlu asked again in doubt.

"Your Majesty, you—" Davos suddenly looked up, looking at his king with shock on his face.

Erlu looked indifferent, and said: "When I was Robert's minister of state, I once rectified the brothel in King's Landing."

Davos remembered that there was indeed such a thing.

"The Art of Spring Cry was invented by Valyrian nobles. There were originally more than seven types, but Yunkai only has seven types. The little devil has read the out-of-print cheats in the Dragon Queen's private library." The King's Hand said awkwardly.

"I didn't expect her to be that kind of person." Erlu murmured.

Davos was pleasantly surprised to see that His Majesty the King had a shocked expression again.

He hesitated, should he remind the king?

The Dragon Queen is "Saint Denis", and the little girl can't be Saint Denis.

In the end, in order to shock His Majesty the King for a while, he said "sorry" to the Dragon Queen from the bottom of his heart.

Uh, it doesn't matter if he said it, His Majesty the King knows that the Virgin Mary is fake, and Saint-Denis is also fake.

After a while, Erlu regained his indifferent expression, and said, "I can't afford 500 million golden dragons now, or, why don't you go to Braavos?"

"Your Majesty, Tyrion didn't want the golden dragon right away. He asked you to take Storm's End as collateral. And you must wait until the end of the long night before a direct descendant of Baratheon can redeem Storm's End with 500 golden dragons. Go back." Davos hesitated.

He thought of Princess Shireen again. She is dead, and his king has no heir. In case of any accident in the long night, Storm's End

Erlu was startled, and suddenly said: "So, his real goal is Storm's End of the Baratheon family. He thinks I won't survive the long night."

"If I die, I, Shirin..." His pupils dilated, as if he was about to go into shock, but his face was extremely distorted, his throat was loud, but he couldn't say a word.

"Plop~~~" His body seemed to have lost his strength, and he knelt on the ground trembling, vomiting white, red and white things from his mouth.

The smell of rancidity permeated the room.

"Your Majesty!" Davos quickly squatted down, trying to help the king up.

"Xilin, Xilin, what have I done!!!" Erlu almost used his soul to let out a wail of extreme pain.

"Your Majesty" Davos's arm on the king's shoulder froze.

He was also awakened from a terrible memory buried deep in his heart.

Tears clouded his eyes and flowed down the dimples on his cheeks.

"Your Majesty!" He embraced the trembling miserable man in his arms, feeling extremely sad in his heart.

The snuggling scene didn't last long.

Erlu's heart is like a bathtub with the plug unplugged. Under normal circumstances, no matter how much emotion is poured in, it will immediately drain down the pipe. The emotion triggered by the memory of "Xilin" is not the water flowing in from the faucet, but the bitter water from a lake directly poured into the bathtub. It doesn't flow for a while, but it will always flow.

Erlu stood up gradually, wiped the filth from his mouth, and said coldly, "Promise him."

"What?" Davos was a normal person with no holes in his heart. He was still immersed in the sentimentality of Princess Shireen and King Stannis' tragic life, and was a little stunned for a while.

"Did the little devil think that Baratheon was missing? Well, at least I'm 100% sure that Mia Stone of the Vale was Robert's real first child.

I also know that Robert planned to learn from Aegon, the poor king, to take the maid's daughter to the Red Keep and recognize her as a Baratheon.

Cersei stopped him, and he was so angry that he beat her bruised and swollen after drinking.

Now, it's up to me to grant Robert's wish. "

(End of this chapter)