Spellcasting Heavens

What, are you feeling uncomfortable? Zhang Cheng quietly came up behind Daenerys and asked softly in a low voice.

Because anyone who is not blind can see that the young Her Majesty the Queen does not like war, especially a war full of cruelty, violence, robbery, and killing.

Do we have to do this? I mean completely destroy Casterly Rock City. After all, civilians are innocent, and they should not pay the price for the mistakes made by the Lannister family. Daenerys frowned subconsciously, with a look in her eyes. Revealing undisguised disgust.

Innocent! Zhang Cheng sneered and explained: Remember! My dear! No one in this world is innocent! Think about it carefully, without the support of the residents of Casterly Rock, the remnants of the Lannister family would have the guts to rely on this City, refuse to swear allegiance to King's Landing? Don't forget, they have ruled this land for too long, and even many civilians subconsciously believe that the Lannister is their allegiance. So in order to declare to the world that the Lannister family has To become history, you must destroy the foundation on which they live, which is Casterly Rock, and the people who live in it. This has nothing to do with good or evil, it is just out of political considerations. In short, you cannot let those who are hidden in the The guy in the dark has a delusion to use blood, killing and death to declare who is the supreme ruler of this country.

But don't you think it's too cruel? Daenerys sighed slightly.

Cruel? Zhang Cheng shook his head without thinking: No! I don't think it's cruel at all. On the contrary, it was your indecision that led to today's disaster. If only you could make up your mind earlier , use force to destroy the Lannister family, then Casterly Rock could have been preserved intact. So put down your ridiculous compassion. As a monarch, you can only abandon hypocritical kindness and maintain absolute coldness and reason. Only then can you rule a country well.

You mean...all this is my fault? Daenerys clenched her fists subconsciously, with an excited expression on her face.

Isn't it? Please tell me, what are the responsibilities of a king? Have you fulfilled your duties? No, you have not. You are just like an ignorant little girl, allowing those nobles to play with you. Go. If it weren't for me, you might have become the object of play and reproductive tool for those male nobles. Don't always think how proud the Targaryen family is. You and your ancestors are just an insignificant part of the ancient Valyrian civilization. Just survivors.”

Zhang Cheng didn't save even a little bit of face for the other party. He ripped apart history directly and pointed directly at the most vulnerable, fearful and helpless place in Daenerys's heart.

Lineage and surname!

It’s never something to be proud of!

Especially in this world where blood does not provide powerful power, you must always remember that you are just an insignificant mortal, so that you can live better.

In your eyes, I'm just a stupid, conceited idiot, right?

Daenerys was obviously irritated by what she just said, and angry flames burst out from her pupils, but in the end she endured it for some reason, turned around and returned to her tent, her face so gloomy that she could almost drip water.

Watching her retreating back, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile and sigh: What's the saying? Oh, by the way, politics makes women go away. An overly emotional way of thinking makes them never able to Qualified careerist and schemer.

…

At the same time, in the barbaric land far beyond the Great Wall,

The death knight Huma is leading his growing army of undead to continuously attack the barbarian tribes encountered along the way.

Among them, those whose soul energy was strong enough were transformed into banshees, death knights, and necromancers, while those whose bodies were powerful enough were transformed into skeleton soldiers, zombies, and stitched abominations, and many of them were transformed into living dead. Craftsmen work day and night to build various tools and war weapons needed for the army.

Because Huma could feel that the creatures called White Walkers had noticed his arrival and were planning to launch a war to determine the control of the Far North.

Sir, the meat grinder unit has been formed. We need more corpses now, fresh corpses. A necromancer with a withered body reminded carefully.

As one of the few undead that retains memories of his life, he had witnessed with his own eyes the terrifying scene when Huma unleashed his power unscrupulously. It was definitely not something that humans could contend with, so his tone was full of fear.

Don't think that the dead don't feel scared!

In fact, any living being with the ability to think independently will instinctively have a strong sense of fear.

The so-called fear of the undead refers to those low-level undead who are like cannon fodder and do not have the ability to think. High-level undead like lich, death knight, banshee, and necromancer still maintain a considerable degree of awe of death itself.

Oh? How many meat grinding trucks do we have? Huma asked with two cold eyes.

Three hundred vehicles! However, due to insufficient corpses, we cannot maximize the power of the magical plague. The necromancer quickly gave the answer.

Very good! Don't worry about the corpses. We will soon have countless corpses.

Having said this, the corners of Huma's stiff mouth turned up slightly, a chilling smile appeared, and he subconsciously pulled out the big sword on his back.

Because through the eyes of the death dragon that was constantly circling in the sky, he could already see several weird-looking humanoid creatures driving thousands of living corpses through the canyon not far ahead, which could take up to half a day. Kung Fu, the two sides will encounter each other and start a fierce battle.

The Necromancer seemed startled by this eerie smile, and quickly bowed his head humbly and complimented: As you wish, great Undead Monarch. Any obstacles in your way are destined to be ruthlessly crushed. broken.

Hmph! Tell you and your brothers to prepare to build a death circle. I want those idiots to understand that their ridiculous undead magic is worthless in my eyes.

clear!

Following Huma's order, the huge war machine quickly started to move. With a body that neither needed rest nor felt tired, in just three hours, the undead army arrived at the scheduled battlefield ahead of time and began. Intense efforts to build a front line.

As for the self-righteous White Walkers, they did not realize how terrifying the enemy they faced this time was. They still firmly believed that they could destroy all living life with their absolute numerical superiority...