Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 1069 Game of Thrones

"Davos is sensible, pragmatic, and loyal. If he hadn't dissuaded me, Mia would have tried to tame the dragon a few years ago. For this alone, you have to look up to him."

"Just because of the old man's height of 1.8 meters, I will look up to him countless times." The dwarf complained.

Sansa gave him a white look, and said in a complicated tone: "I have been watching Mia for so many years, so naturally I will not let her dragon go.

Mia's death can guarantee that the Stormland will always belong to me.

With the two-headed dragon, my chances of killing the White Walker King will be greatly improved.

The first time the sept bells rang, I had Rickon send out his tiger-headed golden eagle, and the dragon never left his sight. "

"Since you are so well prepared, why did you make Jon a dragon knight?" the dwarf asked puzzled.

"Am I stupid?" Sansa asked back.

"You're smart."

"Since I'm not stupid, why would I foolishly think that the dragon belongs to me 100%?"

The dwarf said strangely: "Jon is a spare tire? You have to make sure that the dragon is always in Stark's hands."

"Do you know what magic spells priests have?" Sansa suddenly asked a question that made Tyrion puzzled.

"There are too many magic arts, roughly divided into several categories such as healing, exorcism, detection, and summoning." The dwarf said vaguely.

He even wanted to say: Whatever the Dragon Queen knows, you will have the opportunity to comprehend any type of magic.

"Fortunately, you are still one of the saints who preach the scriptures, but your understanding of the magic of the Seven Gods is only superficial." Sansa said contemptuously.

"I must know more than you do," the dwarf affirmed.

"Divinity can be invented and created, and can be re-edited according to your own purposes, do you understand?"

The dwarf was stunned, "Can you create your own magic?"

"Not just me, everyone is eligible." Sansa nodded, "For example, there are two types of holy light, one is pure holy light, and the other is holy light healing. We can regard it as two element.

Just like flour and milk, flour can be made into bread, pancakes, Long’s fritters, pancakes, twists, buns, cakes, etc.; milk can be made into yogurt, fresh milk, butter, cream, cheese, panna cotta, pudding etc.

The magic bestowed by the Holy Mother is just bread and fresh milk that are most accepted by the general public. We can take its elements and make things that suit us best. "

"Do you know my special skills?"

"What?" The dwarf recovered from the shock and asked in confusion; "What special skills do you have?"

Sansa sighed and asked, "Have you seen the Dragon Queen's group healing technique?"

"It's spectacular. Hundreds of people gather together, and the whole land is covered by holy light." The dwarf sighed.

Sansa nodded, "She is capable and powerful, and can be so arrogant, can we learn from her?

Obviously not.

For priests, every divine spell slot cannot be wasted.

However, in large wars, group healing is often required.

So, I invented a kind of "jumping healing technique" - the holy light converges into a light elf, which jumps back and forth on the wounded part.Soldiers don't even have to stop fighting, there is no waste of divine power, and the range is so wide that it covers half of the battlefield. "

"So, I have another honorary title of 'Queen of Flash' in the Seven Kingdoms."

"So you invented 'Jumping Holy Light'?!" The dwarf was really shocked this time.

The lay on hands mentioned by Sansa appeared very early. He had seen Qizang use it countless times, but he always thought that it was invented by the Dragon Queen, and then bestowed on all priests in the form of divine magic.

"Did you know other clerics do this spell?" he asked.

"Of course," Sansa nodded proudly, "It is because of this divine spell that I was awarded the Holy Mother's Award, and I was promoted from a first-level junior priest to a third-level priest."

"No wonder, no wonder." The dwarf suddenly understood why the Dragon Queen was so rare about extraordinary monks.

Then, he thought of Qizang's improvements to the Holy Mother's palm over the years. Originally, there were only four palms of "light, water, fire, and wind". Later, Qizang combined water, fire, wind, fire, and fire. !
Even if she can figure it out by herself, how much time will save her with so many people!

In fact, Tyrion's vision is still not broad enough, and the time saved is not worth the money. Does the god still lack time?

More important is the 'idea'!
New ideas, new ideas, and inexhaustible wisdom.

Sansa didn't linger too much on this issue, and continued the previous topic, saying: "Since I started planning Mia and the Dragon a few years ago, naturally, I also started to invent new magic very early.

Combining the divine soul attack spell 'Father's Wrath' and the Paladin's Seal, a 'Father's Seal' that can continuously suppress the soul has been created.

When using this divine technique, the power of the Heavenly Father is like a huge mountain, pressing heavily on the enemy's soul, it is not a moment of 'Wrath of the Heavenly Father', but continuous.

With the Seal of Heavenly Father, I really overwhelmed the dragon.

However, at the critical moment, R'hllor made a move.If it weren't for Jon's help, I guess I would end up with Mia. "

Sighing, she said bitterly: "I will try my best to pursue what I want, but once I am sure I can't get it, I would rather give it to my family than let it go away or let others get it.

As with the Dragon, so with the Iron Throne.

So, you don't have to worry about me and Jon fighting each other for the Iron Throne.In my mind, the Iron Throne is not worth that price! "

"Very sensible, I hope you can keep this idea." The dwarf praised.

Sansa's eyes were clouded and she recalled: "Before I was 14 years old and saw my father die tragically, if I didn't get the dragon, I might have killed it.

During the years of the Four Kings Rebellion, the Stark family was destroyed, and our brothers and sisters were displaced.At that time, I understood a truth - family is the most precious wealth.

Almost ten years have passed, and I have never forgotten this truth.Jon was always my brother, my family!I will never forget it in my life. "

——Since you want to resolve the conflict between the two parties and be a peacemaker, help me convey all these words to Jon!I hope he can firmly believe in this truth: the Iron Throne is not as important as his family, and I am his family!

If strength is strong, intelligence is weak.

The dwarf was weak in his early years, so he could only rack his brains and survive with wisdom and scheming. Later, he met the Dragon Queen, had a big backer, and his magic power increased day by day. .

During these years in Yidi, he seldom guessed other people's little thoughts. With only his existing strength, he could do whatever he wanted and be omnipotent.

This time he came to the door automatically and became Sansa's marionette.

At noon on the second day, a low table was placed on the warm kang in the side room of Beibingwang's mansion, a mandarin duck pot was placed in the center of the table, and a few dishes of cold dishes were served on the side.

"Sansa understands that family is the most precious wealth. If you change your mind and insist that the Iron Throne should belong to you. I think she will probably back down." The dwarf said.

This guy really took Sansa's words seriously, and really conveyed it to Jon.

Jon froze for a moment, with mixed feelings in his heart.

In the end, the touch gradually overwhelmed everything, and he sighed: "She was right, the family is the most precious wealth. She will always be my sister and my family, and I will never forget it in my life."

"Then what do you think?"

The dwarf's face was flushed from the burning knife, and his eyes were also red, but the peripheral vision from the corner of his eyes was still sharp, as if he could cut open the nephew's chest and see his heart.

"I have no other ideas, Tormund just likes to talk nonsense, Val." Jon paused for a moment, hesitating, "Val thinks that I am the son of Rhaegar and should inherit the throne of my biological father, but I have never agreed. "

"Val and you are not married yet?" Tyrion asked vaguely with a chopstick of bean sprouts stuffed into his mouth.

"A formal wedding should have been held, but under the teachings of the Seven Gods and the Old Gods, it is not allowed to marry two wives." Jiong said awkwardly.

The drunkenness in the dwarf's eyes disappeared completely, and he looked straight into the eyes of his eldest nephew, "Sansa is your sister, and Val is your approved wife. They are all your family members, but they have different pursuits."

Jon immediately said: "I will not compete with Sansa for the Iron Throne. This is my promise to her in the early years. It will not change today or in the future."

"Jon, I'm not forcing you to give in! Only by expressing your true thoughts can the unbroken conflict between you and Sansa be completely resolved."

Jon smiled and shook his head, "Tyrion, what you said is a bit naive. Rhaegar is my biological father. If I say that I have no idea about the Iron Throne, I must be lying.

Therefore, Sansa and I must give in.

I'm an older brother, and I'm content with what I have now.

When I see Sansa achieve her dream, I will be more happy than getting the Iron Throne myself. "

"You are a good brother!" The dwarf felt relieved.

When the dwarf got drunk and climbed into the carriage, Val grabbed Jiong who was about to go back to the bedroom for a nap.

"I heard it all," she said.

"Hear what?" Jon wondered.

"I was eavesdropping on your conversation outside the house before." Savage Princess said generously.

"Oh."

"Oh?" Val raised his voice.

Jon smiled faintly, and said, "Tyrion and I both know that you are eavesdropping outside the door. Even without this vigilance, can we live to this day?
Some of my words are for him as well as for you.

So does he.

I am expressing my heart to you so that you will stop messing around in the future; he is reminding you that you and Sansa are both my family and we must be considerate of each other. "

Val was stunned, embarrassed and annoyed: "I'm messing around? Do I want to be the queen of the Seven Kings? Now I'm not even your wife, what am I trying to do?
I'm just worried for you, for your injustice.

Obviously you are the real crown prince, and you also contributed the most to the fight against the White Walkers.

I am not like your sister, asking her to help you.

I just ask for a fair and just opportunity——if you kill the White Ghost King, I will let you be the king according to the Dragon Queen's agreement, instead of giving her all the credit! "

"I just want my lover to get what belongs to him, is that too much?" she hissed with tears streaming down her face.

"Not too much, not too much!" The red-haired girl Yegritte walked over with her big belly, pointed at Jon and cursed: "Jon, you know nothing! Even if you don't want it yourself, what about your child?

Do you know what he thinks?
Suppose you killed the White Walker King, but gave up the throne to your sister.How will they feel about you and Queen Sansa, given that everyone knows the promise of the Dragon Queen?

How will your kids look at Queen Sansa's ass on the Iron Throne?

What would Queen Sansa think of the strangeness in your child's eyes?

You and her are family members, but can your children and her children continue to be family members? "

Jon broke out in a cold sweat, and said sternly, "Who told you these words?"

Yegritte opened her mouth, and murmured: "Is what I said unreasonable?"

"It makes sense, it makes sense. Even Val can't say something so reasonable."

"You say I'm stupid?" Both women became excited.

Jon had a splitting headache.

"Weeping willow, weeping willow!" he called.

"My lord, what do you want me to do?" A spearwife with long black braids trotted into the hall.

"In the past few days, who has been to our house and seen Ygritte?"

"When you came back riding a dragon yesterday, many people came," said the spear woman.

"Who spoke to Ygritte?"

"a lot of."

"Which one is the most suspicious?"

The spearwife hesitated.

"Say it!" Jon glared.

"your sister"

(End of this chapter)