Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 911

"Your Majesty the Storm God, please don't give up on me. I still have a chance, and I can sacrifice more things to you." King Euron said eagerly.

"What chance do you have?" The Storm God teased.

"As long as you help me, I can end the night and save the world. I know the story of Azor Ahai and R'hllor.

Kill the White Ghost King, I am the savior, and you, you will become a great god like R'hllor!

Like the Red God Temple, your church will spread all over the world, with millions of believers. ' King Euron made a quick wish.

"You're insulting me!" The Storm God was furious, "That idiot R'hllor, first lost the Song of Fire, and now lost the Song of Light.

First defeated by Balerion, and now in the hands of Daenerys, the same story keeps repeating.

Up to now, you can't even keep the true God. If you let me be Him, do you want to learn from Balerion and usurp my position? "

"There are so many followers of the Red God!" King Euron said awkwardly.

"The true God needs believers? As my holy son, don't you know my teachings?" The Storm God sneered.

The doctrine of the Storm God is to torture believers and set up traps to lead the ironborn to destruction.

"You said that saving the world can be rewarded from the origin of the universe. The reason why R'hllor spared no effort to implement the 'Asshai Prophecy' is to become the savior again. When I end the long night, you can snatch his reward."

In order to survive, Euron was a little out of sorts.

The Storm God sneered and said, "Are you telling a joke? The iron species who saved the world are still iron species? The iron species should burn, kill and loot, and do all kinds of evil.

Serious things like saving the world are not your turn, and it runs counter to my teachings and the teachings of rotten ass-stinky fish.

The night is long, and every place is sinister. We, the iron species, throw stones into the well, and send shit in the snow, making this world darker and more sinister! "

"I can," Euron said hastily, "making the world darker and more sinister is my specialty!"

"Hehe, the iron species is endless, and my way is not alone. Now I just want to watch you go to ruin, and your brother Victarion may inherit your legacy." The Storm God said with a smile.

"Fake, I-I'll fuck your old tomb! You bastard, I'll be waiting for you in the seven layers of hell!"

Just like those ironborn who were seduced by the storm god and finally abandoned, King Euron cursed and cursed the storm god at the last moment of his life.

And the more intense his reaction was, the happier the Storm God in the sky became.

Believers of evil gods have been sacrificing to the gods all their lives, sacrificing blood and death, and sacrificing the spirits of heaven and earth.

Ultimately, they will all have one last sacrifice: to sacrifice themselves to the gods they have believed in all their lives.

At this moment, King Euron was using his despair, anger and fear to please his main god in the way the Storm God expected.

"Long live the Storm God!"

"Bless the storm god!"

"Long live King Euron!"

"The Storm God sweeps away the corpses."

"God of the storm, you are the savior of the long night!"

Euron was venting the last emotions in his life, when suddenly, more than a hundred ironmen on sleigh carts and horses on the snowy field turned back excitedly, waved their arms, and cheered loudly.

He looked back in doubt, and was shocked to see a huge gray and black wind column piercing the sky and the earth a few hundred meters away.

The tornado twisted left and right on the snow field, like a smart vacuum cleaner walking around paper scraps, sucking the ghouls on the snow into its stomach one by one.

Could it be that the Storm God dislikes integrity?

When King Euron was pleasantly surprised, a stormy roar came from above his head: "How dare you, mere mortal, dare to snatch my wind—ah, it's the song of the wind, the domain of the wind, damn it, my power of the storm is losing !"

"No~~ I am the true god, the god of storms, why is my control over the wind element not as good as that of a mortal?!"

With the wailing of the Storm God, King Euron saw the hurricane circling and whistling overhead disappear.

No, it didn't disappear, but it flew backwards in strands and strands, and finally merged into the tornado that ravaged the earth.

It's like a star that is radiant and majestic, nourishing the entire galaxy, but once it encounters a black hole, it is still swallowed like the burnt smoke under the range hood.

"Song of the Wind" King Euron was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "The Dragon Queen is here."

"Long live the Dragon Queen!" He was excited and wanted to shout like this, but his reason told him that meeting the Dragon Queen at this time and place is definitely not a good thing.

The result was worse than he guessed.

The tornado in the rear suddenly picked up speed, scraping across the ground like a razor, scraping away the ghouls on the snow, and harvesting the ironborn who had turned from cheering to stunned.

Euron's intuition was dizzying for a while, and a icy cold flashed across his arms and thighs for an unknown period of time. The severe pain was long overdue, but it was extremely strong, like a tsunami, drowning King Euron in an instant. When his consciousness darkened, he fainted past.

Before fainting, he seemed to hear the Dragon Queen's mental wave shouting: Hey, Feng Yao, where can I escape!

Wind demon?Could it be the Storm God?

It was his last waking thought.

When he woke up again, the first thought was not where am I?What's wrong with me?

Rather, why is the child in front of me looking at me so fiercely?

Then there was a dull pain and weakness in the limbs, and King Euron was horrified to find that he couldn't feel his arms and legs anymore.

Turning your head to look left and right, it seems that you are in a thatched horse shed with a draft?

He was lying on a moldy and damp haystack, his shoulders should have been a pair of strong arms, but now they were wrapped in blood-soaked linen.

There is also the familiar smell of herbs floating to the tip of the nose along with blood.

Sure enough, his arms were cut off, and his legs, which were probably insensible, were also gone.

"Aww~~~~" Unprecedented despair hit his heart, King Euron wailed and cursed: "Daenerys, you hypocritical saint, you real devil, give me back—"

"Crack!" The child kicked his mouth once, interrupting his howling.

Euron turned his head, with vicious eyes, and chanted an evil spell, but the next moment, it was like a sharp ax slashed in his head, and the intense pain made him groan.

The wizard's magical power disappeared again, and the divine power belonging to the priest of the storm god also dried up. The sea of ​​consciousness was like a dry and cracked earth that hadn't rained for ten years, and it was impossible to gather spiritual power.

After a while, King Euron finally recovered his breath, and asked the only child accompanying him in the hut, "Who are you?"

"Boom!" Hearing that, the child's eyes became more resentful, and he kicked his temple again with red eyes.

King Euron had a ferocious expression, his eyes were like knives, and he wanted to shoot through the child's eyebrows, throat and heart. Then his vicious expression froze on his face, and he asked in surprise, "Is this the Longtable Castle? Are you Tanya's son?"

The boy was eight or nine years old, with black hair and black eyes, and slightly thick lips, a bit of a shadow of his old friend.

Seeing the sigil on the child's black velvet tunic trimmed with gold, King Euron confirmed his suspicions.

It was the emblem of the Marilynweiss family: a golden horn of abundance on a black background overflowing with apples, carrots, plums, onions, leeks, turnips and other colorful fruits and vegetables.

"You killed my father and insulted my mother." The child complained with tears.

Euron's eyes flashed, and he said softly: "Daenerys is lying to you. She killed your parents. Your mother and I are lovers, and your father is good friends. They are my right-hand men. How could I harm them?" ?”

"You're lying." Little Earl Marilyweath kicked King Euron again.

"I'm not lying, really." King Euron arched his body like a silkworm chrysalis, and glanced outside the door, only to see soldiers and servants busy.

"Where did Daenerys go? Before she came back, you sent someone to take me—" At this point, King Euron hesitated, "Take me to Highgarden in a sleigh first, Daenerys didn't Are you going to Highgarden?"

"I've been chasing ghouls for the past few days, and I just came back now." Dany walked into the stable with a smile.

"I have seen Her Majesty the Queen." The little count hurriedly wiped away the tears from his face, and trotted over to salute skillfully.

King Euron stared blankly with his eyes wide open, and said shyly, "What do you want?"

Dany took off the helmet and held it in her left hand. Her silver braids hung down on her blue breastplate. She smiled at the little count, then looked at Euron, and said, "What else can I do except a fair trial?"

"Before the trial, you cut off my limbs." King Euron asked bitterly.

"You should be lucky, except for you, the rest of the Ironborn were cut into pieces." Dany said with a smile on her face, but her words were extremely cold.

King Euron originally planned to ask for "prisoner treatment from the nobles". Now that he heard this and saw the Dragon Queen's attitude, he knew that today he would not have the chance of redemption like the first time he met in the Sea of ​​Sorrows.

His heart of struggling to survive died, and his attitude became casual.

He smiled maliciously at the little count: "Do you know how your mother died? That bitch was sent to the barracks by me, thousands of men—"

"Boom!" Dany's silver iron boots stained with dirty mud water slammed into King Euron's dickless dick.

"Aw~~~" Euron's pale, burnt face turned red.

"Be honest, there is only one ending for you, but there are thousands of ways for you to die."

Then Dany called for some knights, and they put Euron in a wooden box lined with straw, and carried it out of the shed without the lid on.

The knights and the servants outside the hut looked at Euron with hatred.

King Euron was very calm, he didn't care about their attitude at all, he just turned his head to observe the surrounding environment.

Contrary to his previous expectations, they were not in Longtable Castle. Here was a snowy field covered with messy footprints, surrounded by only a few long rows of thatched huts that were mostly covered by snow, which seemed to be abandoned horses.

It was snowing in the sky, but a small sun was shining for a few kilometers around.

The civilians in ragged leather jackets pushed the sleigh carts, picked up pieces of meat in the snow and put them in the bamboo baskets on the carts. Farther away, a team of knights patrolled around on horseback.

Euron gradually understood that this was the battlefield where the ghouls were encountered. In the territory of the Merryweather family, the Dragon Queen called the soldiers and civilians of Longtable to clean up the battlefield.

"Hehe, you have today too." When the knight put him on a sleigh cart, Euron's familiar hearty laughter came from beside him.

"Iron? You're not dead yet." Euron said in surprise.

He turned his head, but the wooden box wall blocked his view.

"Why do you think you became a human pig?" Aeron laughed viciously.

"What do you mean?" Euron asked coldly.

"Just because Daenerys saw us in the storm, she cut off your limbs angrily. The medicine to heal you was prepared by yourself." Aeron laughed.

Euron's complexion changed several times, and he asked, "Aren't you all dead? Where are Haiya and Margaery?"

(End of this chapter)