Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 894 Searching for the Iron Throne

Randall Tully murmured: "Apprentice paladins only have one zero-level divine spell slot, and first-level paladins get one specialty divine spell.

After that, every time you get a divine spell, you will be promoted by half a level; every time you are promoted by a level, you will get a specialty divine spell.

I have six divine spells, three of which are specialty divine spells, so I am a third-level great knight. "

"How to divide the occupation level?" Jon asked curiously.

Hearing this question, Randall Tully immediately found the answer in his mind.

"Piety, understanding of the teachings, practice of the teachings, and achievements for the world." He murmured.

It seems that the Holy Mother has sealed a memory that does not belong to him in a remote corner of his memory sea, and he needs to find it slowly, or, one of the memories is triggered by external information.

Just like when the Virgin Danny taught the Great Sparrow and St. Matthew all at once, the introduction to the paladin was also stored in Randall Tully's mind.

Worried that the extra information would clutter believers' memory, she burned it "on the blank edge of the hard drive."

Well, away from the normal memory area.

This doesn't affect his original memory, but has the side effect of not being able to notice the information all at once.

Digesting the memory in his mind, Lando said again: "I believe in the seven gods devoutly, or one of the seven gods, for example, I believe in warriors.

Not only to understand the teachings, but also to recognize the teachings from the heart, and use the teachings as a code of conduct.

Contributing to the world means doing things that are beneficial to the people, society and the world.

The combination of the above points is the standard for the grace bestowed by the Holy Mother. "

"Uh, it's good for the people, the society, and the world." With an embarrassed face, he said, "I thought it was a contribution to the church."

"The essence of the teachings of the Seven Gods is to allow human beings to evolve in a more perfect direction from the mind to the soul, and to make the world a better place." Randall Tully repeated what St. Matthew taught him.

"Isn't ghostkilling good for the world?" he added.

"That makes sense." Jon nodded thoughtfully.

"I only know about holy light and lay on hands, but I've never heard of the others, Earl Randyll, can you tell me about them? For example, the holy fire." Bronze John asked curiously.

Randall Tully frowned, a little reluctant.

But as soon as he turned his head, the newly promoted paladins around him were all looking at him eagerly, and it was hard for him to refuse.

"Holy fire is the blacksmith's fire, which can be attached to weapons and cause powerful damage to evil things." He said.

"It's the same as Melisandre's weapon with fire?" Bronze Jon asked immediately.

"It should be stronger than the witchcraft of the red robe girl. The holy fire can burn the enemy's sword and armor." Randall Tully said.

"Ah!" The people around couldn't help but exclaimed.

Jon was very skeptical, Bronze Jon was dubious, and even Randall himself looked uncertain.

"Why don't you, Earl, give us a demonstration." Jon urged.

Ran Dao's heart was about to move, his hands were itching unbearably, but he still kept a straight face and refused: "How can you show off your magic skills in public?"

"Only by knowing every ounce of your strength can you use it better. This is the basic common sense in knight training." Bronze Jorn spoke plausibly.

"Well, what you said is not unreasonable, but we can't be here, let's go to the temple martial arts arena!" Randall Tully hesitated.

So, a group of people hula la left the main square.

In the vast arena, Randall Tarly held an iron sword in each hand.

"Blacksmith, please bless me!" After chanting the spell, a golden flame rune flashed between his eyebrows, and then, "Boom!"

A circle of scorching platinum flames rose from the iron sword in his left hand.

Then everyone was shocked, the iron sword quickly turned red, and before Lan Dao swung it, the tip of the sword melted, dripping drops of dark red iron juice.

"嗤嗤嗤" the ground was scorched to emit wisps of water vapor.

The exhausted divine power also awakened the sluggish knight.

"Sorry, I didn't control the strength well." Ran Dao dispelled the holy flame, and threw away the broken sword with a hot hilt. His excitement was greater than his embarrassment. To injure the enemy, destroy your own sword first."

"A blacksmith can really melt gold and eliminate iron." Bronze Jon was shocked.

"Specialized divine arts, Strength, Stamina, and Warrior's Sword, I can't demonstrate it. My divine power was all exhausted just now." Ran Dao frowned.

"The blacksmith's flame is very expensive?" Jon asked.

"I didn't control it well, all the divine power was output in an instant, and the sword was burned out." Randall Tully said.

"Strength is to increase strength, physical strength is to increase physical strength, what about the warrior's sword?" Jon asked curiously.

"The Warrior's Sword can provide a lot of swordsmanship experience and help me improve my swordsmanship level."

Speaking of this, Ran Dao, who always had a serious expression, couldn't help showing regret, "If I could get the specialty of 'Warrior's Sword' when I was young, I would have reached the level of Arthur Dayne's swordsmanship now."

Soon, Lando Tully said his goodbyes and left. He was going to the church to pray to the Holy Mother to fulfill his vows. As he left, the crowd quickly dispersed.

"Earl Jon, do you feel that the Church of the Seven Gods has changed a lot in the past one or two years, as if it was a different church?" Jon hesitated on the way back.

"There were no miracles before, but now miracles appear every day, and it is said that it is because of the Great Protector of Light.

The dragon is a conduit of magic that connects the worlds of mortals and gods. Bronze Jon relayed the explanation he had heard from the septon.

"Not only the miracles, but also the doctrine and system have changed a lot. There were no priests, pterodactyl paladins, and demon hunting paladins before." Jon's eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice: "It's like changing the Seven Gods. "

Bronze Jon was like a dragon whose tail had been stepped on, roaring angrily, "Blasphemy, Jon Stark, you are blasphemy! I will report you to the church."

The people in King's Landing on both sides of the street looked over indifferently.

Jon was very embarrassed, and also a little annoyed, growled: "My lord, don't forget, you are now wearing the skin of a flaming red heart!"

Bronze Jorn subconsciously looked at himself, and he was relieved when he saw that there was no sign of the flaming red heart on his body, but he regained his senses, and he stopped shouting in anger.

"Oh, you are poking my heart!" he lamented. "I don't want to serve Stannis either. If the soldiers of the Vale can return home safely, I would like to follow the example of Randall Tarly and give the title to Stannis." Leave it to your son, put on a colorful cloak yourself, and serve the Seven Gods for the rest of your life."

"Iron Throne, found the Iron Throne!"

Jon was about to comfort the old knight, when suddenly a loud knight shouted excitedly from the front.

Is a true knight of the flame heart.

uh no

When Jon stepped forward and saw the knight's face clearly, he realized that he was Richard, the pock-marked knight.

"Lord Stannis, we have found the Iron Throne. It has flown into a flea nest."

Sir Richard ran out from the burnt ruins of the slums, jumped on his horse, beat the horse and galloped towards the city gate, yelling Erlu's name while running.

Jon stopped and looked around, but saw that the streets were in a mess, covered with charred garbage and black smelly water, and the shops on both sides were only charred ruins.

Poor people with numb expressions and ragged clothes are looking for valuables among the ruins.

This is the famous flea den in King's Landing, where the poor are densely populated.

"Your Majesty!" Erlu came striding forward with a group of people, and Jon and Jon immediately saluted him.

Erlu was very excited, his face was always as pale as a dead person, but at this moment it also glowed with a red light that belonged to a living person.

To the greetings from the two younger brothers, he just nodded casually, and said, "Richard has found the missing Iron Throne, and you guys come and have a look."

Jon agreed with no other choice, and joined Erlu's team.

After the Red Castle was blown up by hundreds of tons of wildfire, the Flaming Heart Knight went to explore the ruins.They found the throne room where the king held a court meeting, but they did not find the iron chair representing the supreme power of the Seven Kingdoms among the piles of rotten tiles that once formed the throne room.

When Aegon conquered Westeros, every noble from the Seven Kingdoms who surrendered was required to surrender their swords.

A total of more than 1000 swords.

First let the "Black Death" Balerion Longyan burn and melt into shape, and then the blacksmith spent 59 days carving it carefully before it was completed.

The Iron Throne weighs three tons and is five meters high. It is covered with spikes, sharp horns, and twisted blades. There are also many spikes on the back of the chair. Sitting on it will only make you uncomfortable, not to mention the backrest, and even twist your ass. May scratch the body.

Aegon the Conqueror designed it that way.

He believes that the king should not sit too comfortably, and should be as vigilant about his throne as he is about a chair.

The Iron Throne is to Westeros what He's Jade is to the Chinese dynasty.

Erlu doesn't need the Red Castle, but if he still wants to be the legal king of the Seven Kingdoms, he'd better sit on that iron chair.

"Seven Gods, I flew at least 5 kilometers from the Red Castle to the flea nest. That iron chair is heavy. How did you do it?" Sir Justin exclaimed.

The short and stout knight Song Ge said disapprovingly: "Last night when I was defending against the ghouls from breaking out at the Gods Gate in the west, I saw a twisted and deformed dragon skull on the road.

It was the dragon skull of Targaryen, which flew out of the Red Keep and flew more than ten kilometers. "

"The explosion last night was terrible. The foundation of the Red Castle was lifted. No matter how heavy the Iron Throne is, how can it be as heavy as the Red Castle itself?" Pockmarked Richard said in fear.

"Hey, would the king want some brown soup!" Just after turning a narrow alley full of sewage, a rough and loud voice greeted them jokingly.

Erlu turned his head and saw an open thatched shed beside the unpaved intersection. Inside the shed was a large iron pot with a diameter of two meters. White steam and a strange sweet and fragrant meat smell came out of the pot. out.

Two big men stood on the wooden table next to the boiler, holding shovels, and while shoveling the food in the pot, they smiled and looked at the group of them.

The tall, square-faced man was an acquaintance of the Dragon Queen, Stryker

Around the intersection, the houses were packed together like sardines, and they were all charred and dilapidated.Unkempt people huddled together in dilapidated houses with collapsed courtyard walls, huddled together for warmth, and waited for the brown soup to cook together.

At this time, they heard voices from outside, and they stared at them with clear white eyes.

There was almost as much malice in the eyes as there was fear.

Hundreds of eyes are densely packed, as if growing on a giant monster.

I don't know how Erlu felt, but Jon's scalp felt numb, his palms were sweating, and he wished he could turn around and leave.

"Thanks to the great blessing of the king, the food has been very rich in recent days, why not come and have fun with the people!" Stryker laughed.

(End of this chapter)