Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 1010 Two Years
Today, two years after the long night, the north wind is still howling, but its strength is much smaller than before.The snow had stopped long ago, because the whole sky was dry and cold, and there were no clouds to drop water vapor.

All rivers in the world are frozen, and the Blackwater River, Mander River, Trident River, Mead River, and Green Blood River in Westeros are all frozen.The Lorne River on the continent of Essos also froze from its source.

One day in the future, the temperature of the human world will be the same as that outside the Great Wall, the north wind will stop completely, and there will be no sound in the natural world, as quiet as a tomb.

In this dark and cold world, Denzel felt like a living corpse in a grave.

He just brought back a basket of tree roots and bark from outside the city. He missed lunch and huddled by the fire, numbly gnawing hard bread made of tree roots and bran. As the flames swayed, he seemed to have auditory hallucinations in his ears.

In a trance, the old nanny's voice from the Harvest Hall came: "People grow up in the cold winter and die in the cold winter, and they never see spring in their lives.

The king in the castle is no different from the humblest servant, who freezes to death in the long winter.

Mothers who kill their children so that they will not be born to suffer, cry so loudly that the tears freeze on their cheeks"

"dad."

The cat-like cry of his daughter woke him up from his trance. Denzel looked around, the sick father-in-law, the daughter who looked like a reed stick, and the scrawny wife who showed half of her chest, with a dull expression, letting the infant The baby cries.

"Am I still in a dream? I should, otherwise why is the scene in front of me exactly the same as the scene in the old nan's story?" He murmured blankly, "I'm dreaming, the old nan's story is so scary, it scares me into nightmares Again and again.

If you don’t sleep well, you will be scolded by the Earl if you doze off while plowing the fields tomorrow—”

"Daddy?" the daughter pitied Barbara on his sleeve.

"Ah!" Denzel screamed, and the bread in his hand was scared away.

The daughter only swallowed her saliva looking at the black and dry bread, but still picked it up sensiblely and handed it to her father.

"My brother is crying." Nine-year-old Dina whispered.

"There's no more milk. Hannah eats bark noodles every day, so there's no milk to feed the child." The old father-in-law turned over in the torn sheepskin quilt and said with a sigh.

He is only 50 years old, but he looks like he has lived 150 years.

His father-in-law's loud voice used to make his heart tremble even when he was separated by ten acres of land, but now his voice is too weak to startle the sparrows on the threshing floor, if there are any sparrows left.

Denzel was wide awake by this time.

He didn't have nightmares, but lived in a real world that was more terrifying than nightmares - Pentos under the long night.

Denzel hurried to the outer main room, took a large crock from the square table, threw his own black bread into it, hesitated for a moment, then bent down, and took out a bronze key under the seventh floor tile in the southwest corner of the room.

Climb under the square table, uncover the eight central floor tiles, and an oak door with a large window appears in front of you. Unlock it with a key, revealing a dark hole under the door.

The middle-aged man with a yellow and thin face quietly came to the door of the main room first, leaned into the crack of the door, and looked into the yard.

Some are like courtyard houses, except that the yards are long and narrow, with long rows of houses on both sides, where dozens of families live.

To be able to live in such a house is considered above the middle class in Pantos, at least the house belongs to him completely.More freedmen either live by renting houses from trade princes, or bear mortgages that will never be paid off for a lifetime.

At this time, the yard was dark, the snow had been shoveled away, the ground was dark, the sky was dark, and only the fire kang and the top of the low chimney of the fireplace could be seen faintly, and black smoke with tiny sparks rose.

There were no hungry and crazy refugees staring at his home, Denzel heaved a sigh of relief, went back under the square table again, and got into the black hole like a groundhog.

After about 10 minutes, he crawled out again, holding something in his hand covered with yellow mud, a shriveled apple and a frozen turnip in his left hand, and a piece of turnip in his right hand. Black and red bacon the size of a mobile phone.

Using the attitude of a five-star chef towards top-quality wagyu beef, he carefully washed the turnips, apples, and bacon, cut them into pieces, put them into an earthen pot, filled them with water, and carried them into the bedroom.

Two years after the sun went out, the kang "invented" by the Dragon Queen gradually became the standard equipment of the surviving families.

We are used to the whole family sleeping in Datong bunk.

If conditions permit, another fireplace will be built next to the fire pit.

The warmer the room, the slower the hunger will be.

"It's not time for dinner yet. If I eat now, I'll still be hungry at night." The old father-in-law muttered.

"Eat one more meal today, eat three more meals, and replenish Hannah's body." Denzel hung the crock pot on the fireplace, walked to his wife and daughter, and divided the remaining apple core into two, Handed half to the daughter and stuffed the other half into the mouth of the wife.

"Apple?" The little girl Dina was very pleasantly surprised, holding it in her mouth carefully.

"You went to the cellar to get food again?" Hannah, a middle-aged woman, was a little annoyed. "We have root noodles now. Although it is unpalatable, it is not impossible to live. Those fruits are eaten one by one and one is missing. How many should be kept?" To James."

Denzel glanced at the baby boy in the swaddle, frowned and said, "He's only half a year old, and his teeth haven't even grown yet."

"Eat it when he grows up, eat it when he gets married, and eat it for his baby." His wife said.

Denzel was speechless, "You think too far."

"The long night will last for a generation, maybe James will never see summer in his life, but at least let him taste the fruits of summer." The woman said sadly.

"The Dragon Queen only needs ten years to end the long night. Now two years have passed, and there are still eight years left. How old will James be in eight years? I will definitely see summer." Denzel said.

"The priest of the Red God said that the cultivator of the Seven Gods was lying." Hannah said.

"I believe in the Queen's words. Our family is today thanks to the Queen's gift." Denzel said.

Well, Dany met him once when she rode a dragon to find the tile-steel statue in the Lorne River in her early years.

But Dany herself didn't deal with him, it was Jon Connington who favored him.

"Not only the priest of the Red God said this, but the priests of other temples said." Hannah expressed hesitation, "If the Dragon Queen refuses to obey the destiny, the long night will never end—"

"Pa~~" Before she finished speaking, she was slapped on the face.

Denzel said angrily: "I have said it many times, this is a rumor deliberately released by the evil god. Those dirty things in the Justice League—"

"Denzel!" The old father-in-law lifted the broken sheepskin mattress, stood up and scolded: "Be careful when you speak, how can you slander the gods?

And Hannah, who knew that Denzel was the leader of the Beggar Army (Poor People's Gathering) and spoke ill of the Dragon Queen in front of him. "

Uh, the old father-in-law was angry not because his daughter was beaten - after the son-in-law got a few golden dragons from the queen's knight, he had the right to beat his wife in front of his father-in-law - he was worried that his son-in-law would speak out and offend the gods.

This is not unfounded worry. When you scold the Justice League, your neighbors listen to it. The neighbors casually tell the priests of a temple that the temple usually belongs to the Justice League.

Today, two years after the long night, especially the tragedy of "Devil Riot" that happened in Lis a year ago, shocked the whole world, and the distance between gods and mortals has become closer than ever before.

"I'm sorry, I." Denzel sighed, stroked his wife's swollen cheeks, and said, "You don't know how to read, and you have heard about "The Record of Mysteries", so you shouldn't be so ignorant."

Hannah turned her head angrily, avoiding her husband's right hand, and said coldly: "The "Secret Record" is a forbidden book compiled by scholars, and the words in it cannot be trusted."

"The more the gods list it as a forbidden book, the more it proves." After hesitating for a moment, he finally said nothing that violated the taboo, and only said: "It doesn't matter who is right, but who does more. If there is no The Church of God, Pentos has already fallen like the Midsummer Islands and the cities of Jade Sea.

Even if you don't know about the Midsummer Islands and the Jade Sea Cities, the neighbor Kehor will know about it, right?

They claimed that they were protected by the gods and did not allow monks from the Seven Gods to enter the city. As a result, more than 30 people in the city, plus millions of people in the surrounding towns, were all submerged in the tide of corpses.

Facing the tide of hundreds of thousands of corpses, Kehor, who was protected by the gods, didn't even defend for a day.

Before the city was broken, Prince Kehor had nowhere to go, had nowhere to ask, and shamelessly sent a message to the Sanctuary of Pentos "

"I was in the church at the time, listening to Bishop Hagen's sermon, and saw with my own eyes, in the light of glass candles, Prince Kehor, together with hundreds of princes and nobles, prostrated themselves on the ground like a dog, begging His Excellency to send a message to Dragonstone Island, while Crying: The gods are incompetent, and the descending gods can't withstand even a wave; the gods are unrighteous, and flee immediately when the situation is not good, regardless of the life and death of millions of people in the city-state."

"It's a pity that asking for help at that time was like making up for a leak in the middle of the river. It was too late. Let's forget about the fall of Koholo, but Pantos is right next door." Denzel sighed and shook his head with a sad face.

"Aren't one hundred thousand to one hundred thousand ghouls scary?" Hannah murmured.

"One hundred thousand living dead in Westeros can only pull the city's danger index from green to pink, and only a million corpses can raise the red alarm." Denzel said proudly and bitterly.

He was a Westerosi, and when he came of age he made his home on the other side of the Narrow Sea.Before the outbreak of the Faceless White Walkers, he was lucky to be far away from his hometown, but now he wished he could return to the Seven Kingdoms where the danger index was all green.

"Gudu Gudu." The husband and wife were talking, but the broth in the crock boiled.

The old father-in-law shrugged his nose and asked in surprise, "And bacon and turnips?"

"Hannah's dry with milk." Denzel said even more bitterly.

Hannah's complexion changed, and she pointed to the three wrist-thick vents lined up in the corner, and said eagerly, "Quickly, close the vents quickly, and the scent will float into the yard."

The old father-in-law hurriedly got off the kang, found three pairs of torn socks and stuffed the hole tightly.

"Half a month ago, someone on Ximen Street forgot to close the window for stewing meat at night, which caused a collective riot among residents in the nearby neighborhood.

I thought that the family had a lot of food, but after hundreds of mobs rushed into his house, they found that there were only half-cooked children in the pot," Hannah said in a low voice.

"It's really hard to eat your own children, why not join the volunteer group and go outside the city to catch ghouls, ghouls can eat them too." Denzel said disdainfully.

"But ghouls also eat people." Hannah trembled.

"It's the White Walkers who eat people."

The old father-in-law swallowed his saliva looking at the steaming earthen pot, and said, "After finishing the broth, I'll make a pot of pine needle tea to suppress the taste of meat in my mouth.

Also remember not to burp to outsiders, and don’t shit outside in the last two days, so that no one will know that we have eaten meat. "

(End of this chapter)