Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 715 The Big Nephew's Final Complaint

"Wow——" Greatjon roared, and with his long legs, he rushed towards the giant killer.

He was nearly 2.1 meters tall, full of strong muscles, and moved very suddenly, like a tank at the speed of a jeep, with a powerful impact. After a few steps, he knocked away three unsuspecting flaming red heart knights.

Before he got close to the soft sedan, the iron sword as wide as a seesaw in his right hand swung.

Under the light of the burning giant weirwood tree, everyone felt a gust of wind hanging from the sky, and then heard a sound of "pa—ba chi", and the head of the giant killer retracted into his chest cavity.

Well, Aegon vomited blood from the provocation, right in Gordy Farling's face.The Greatjon's speed was too fast, and the explosion was too sudden. Gaudi was cursing and smearing his face, but he didn't notice the "door panel" slapped towards the top of his head.

Originally, with the strength of Greatjon and the weight of the giant sword, the giant killer's head should burst open like a watermelon.

But he was wearing an iron helmet, and the quality of the iron helmet was also good—at least harder than the shoulder blades and sternum, so he became a shrinking turtle.

"Plop—" Gaudi Falin unconsciously twitched and fell to the ground, and everyone recovered from the shock.

"Bah!" Greatjon spit on the corpse of the Flaming Heart Knight as if nothing had happened. He bent down and helped King Aegon, who was lying on the ground with a golden face, to his feet.

"Aegon, Aegon, you - scoff!"

As soon as Greatjon yelled twice, a spear stabbed like lightning, and hit his left waist with a sting. The chain mail buffered the sharp impact of the spear point before piercing him two inches deep into his abdomen.

"Ah, be careful!" Only at this moment, Mei Ji's reminder sound came from behind.

"Oh——" Greatjon felt the coldness in his waist, threw King Aegon back on the soft couch like a rag doll, swung the big sword in his hand, and slashed in the direction where the spear came from—— with a face full of hatred Pockmarked knight Richard.

Richard is not bad at martial arts, let go of his spear, drew his sword to meet each other, and the two swords clashed.

"Ka——" There was a toothache scratching sound.

"Stop! Greatjon, be careful!" Meggie yelled again, this time her reminder sounded faster than the flame knights, but the triggers of twenty or so crossbows were still pulled.

"Chichichi-"

In an instant, the Greatjon's body was full of arrows, he wailed, and rolled to the ground like a gourd of blood.

It took less than half a minute from when the Greatjon exploded into trouble, to when he was shot into a hornet's nest.

The flaming red heart knights at the scene are all battle-hardened and have fought with Erlu for many years. Regardless of how superb their martial arts skills are, they will never stand there stupidly watching their generals being chopped down.

After seeing Greatjon slap Gordy Fallin to death, they almost subconsciously raised the crossbow hanging on their waists.

"Aw—" Seeing the Greatjon rushing to the street, Meggie, Gelbert and other northerners also went mad, drawing their swords and rushing to fight desperately.

Aunt Mei frowned, and the ruby ​​red light at her throat flickered, and she didn't see any further movements. The red flame mixed with a lot of black smoke separated from the burning weirwood, turned into a black and red pyrotechnic python, and rushed into the Among the rioting northerners.

Mei Ji and the other [-] or so northern nobles were smoldering, screaming and running away screaming.

The red-robed woman didn't intend to kill anyone, she just covered their heads with blackened soot, and lifted the fire control technique.

And in such a short time, hundreds of mercenaries with the flaming red heart imprint on their chests rushed into the godswood forest, using spears, shields, bows and arrows, and surrounded the rioting northerners.

Well, there are [-] soldiers from the northern border in Shemu City, but they mostly camp outside the city, and only Mei Ji and other dignified people can live in the stone castle.

as for the valley people

King Aegon was not the son-in-law of the Vale. Without the waistcoat of Rhaegar's son, the nobles of the Vale would not be half loyal to him.

Erlu glared at the detained and bound Northerners, and said angrily, "Are you planning to rebel?"

"Rebellion is protecting one's own monarch?" the Greatjon groaned.

Of course, the chain mail and the inner cooked cowhide armor cannot be immune to close-range crossbow shooting.But the Greatjon himself had strong muscles and muscles, and his body was covered with lumps of muscles. After the arrow passed through the armor, he got stuck in the flesh. He looked bloody and miserable, but in fact there was no fatal injury.

"Is he your monarch?" Erlu gnashed his teeth angrily, "I didn't say it clearly before?

He may have a thin line of Targaryen illegitimate blood, but he is a standard foreign race. "

"Maybe he is not the king of the Seven Kingdoms, but he saved me in Shuhe City. I don't care about the others. I must save him today."

——Jon Amber's son is also called Jon Amber, both the big and small Jon participated in the bloody wedding, the little Jon was killed, and the big Jon was not dead, until Aegon and Sansa took the Twist River Not only was he free, but Aegon also avenged him by hanging dozens of Frey.

"Ah!" Greatjon roared, and began to struggle hard, the chains around his hands, feet and neck dragging and rattling.

Seven or eight mercenaries rushed forward, some pulled their hands, some pressed their shoulders, and some sat on the big man's face with their buttocks.

"Aw—" The Greatjon stuck to the ground, unable to struggle at all, and could only let out a loud but powerless wailing from his mouth.

"Oh, you should understand that I'm doing useless work." Erlu's eyes softened, and he sighed softly.

"Hehe, at least I got rid of that stupid pen knight who insulted him." Greatjon smiled bitterly.

Pockmarked Richard heard this, his anger rose sharply, he rushed over and kicked him.

"Boom—" The steel boot hit Greatjon's mouth firmly, his lips were torn, and his front teeth were broken.

"Stop!" Before the pockmarked knight kicked up for the second time, Erlu, who had regained his senses, stopped him.

Erlu frowned and glanced at his own knight, the words of reprimand poured from his heart into his throat, and then swallowed back to his anus.

"Hey! Although you violated the king's laws, you are still a loyal and brave man!" Erlu sighed with a complex expression, pointed at the Great Jon, and said to the knight with a red heart in flames: "Take him down, put him in the dungeon first, and wait Jon Stark is back to deal with it! Let's go on—"

"No, don't, don't burn my son!" A fat man in brocade clothes staggered through the crowd, howling in grief.

Here comes Illyrio.

Although he is the mastermind of "civet cat for prince", Erlu has always wanted to take him for trial, but for Jon, the crime of impersonating Rhaegar's son has little to do with him.

Uh, it really has nothing to do with Stark.

Of course Jon doesn't like him, but he's also Sansa's father-in-law.

These days, Fatty stayed in the camp of the northerners outside the city, and had limited freedom of movement—he could move around in Snakewood City, but he had to be "under the protection" of the northern guards.

The heart tree of the Godswood Forest is a thousand-year-old weirwood, more than 20 meters high, burning like a candle on a birthday cake—Snakewood City is the birthday cake.

As long as people outside the city are not blind, they can notice it.

"We've already paid the ransom, why do we have to go back on our word?" The trade prince of Pentos twisted his fat face, his eyes spitting fire, and roared at Erlu.

Erlu gave him a disgusted look, then turned to ask Aunt Mei, "Does he have the blood of the king?"

Aunt Mei shook her head and said, "A trade prince is an honorary title, and his political power is equivalent to that of a member of parliament. Even if there is king's blood, it must be extremely rare."

Erlu said indifferently: "The ransom was paid for the defeated Aegon Targaryen, and it has nothing to do with the war now. Your son pretended to be Rhaegar's son and conspired to seize the Iron Throne. This is an unforgivable crime."

"Aren't red dragons and black dragons both dragons?" the fat businessman said angrily.

"You should say this to Daenerys, to Jon Connington, to Sansa Stark, and to all the nobles of the former True Dragon Alliance."

The two deer waved their hands, and the knight of flaming hearts walked towards the fire with the drooping Aegon on his back.

"Aegon, Aegon." Illyrio's eyes were red, and he was struggling under the obstruction of the two knights.

Two hands covered with rings stretched forward desperately, as if they wanted to get their son back.

At this time, Aegon also recovered from the anger spurting blood before, and turned his head to look at the familiar yet unfamiliar fat face.

His charcoal pale cheeks were flushed with excitement.

This is the first time the two have met after their identities were exposed. Aegon's expectation for this moment is no less than the relief of Sansa's "I don't care about your identity" and Aunt Dany's "You are still my great nephew" desire for recognition.

So he started to struggle, and he yelled at Illyrio: "You lied to me, you ruined my life!"

Illyrio was heartbroken and said with tears streaming down his face, "I'm all for you, you deserve the best things in the world."

"Shit!" Aegon said with a contorted expression, "the best thing about shit, I pursue the Iron Throne only because I have been told the mission of my life for as long as I can remember - to regain the Targaryen's lost honor, to save my dead parents, Sister revenge.

Rhaegar who died in the Baratheon Rebellion is my father, Elia who was raped and murdered by Lannister is my mother, Renis who was chopped into a pulp is my sister, and the usurped Iron Throne belongs to me— — These are the reasons why I have been eager to return to Westeros.

Since I was born, you have put on a ghostly cloak for me. My ideals are forcibly endowed by you, and my destiny is distorted by you.

Now you tell me it's for my own good?

I would rather be a fisherman by the Lorne River all my life, at least I am really alive, in my own identity. "

Illyrio seemed to have been hit by an oncoming truck, his body was shaky, and he said mournfully, "You are the grandson of Daemon Blackfyre, you have the noble blood of Aegon IV and Diana Targaryen .

You should inherit the behest of your ancestors, your mother once said to me-you should become a noble prince. "

"Hehehehehe" Aegon looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "Retribution, retribution, your plan with Varys drove Viserys mad and Daenerys suffered.

In the turmoil of the Seven Kingdoms these years, you have probably participated in [-]% of the time, right?

Thousands of innocent people have died, and now retribution is coming.

Burn it, burn me!

This kind of sin, even the seven hells are not enough for me, only the evil gods——”

"Aegon, no—" the fat man craned his neck and howled.

Listening to the interaction between Aegon and Illyrio, including Erlu and Aunt Mei, the Flaming Red Heart Knight, the onlookers from the North, and the people from the Valley all ate melons with great relish and looked satisfied, but how could the followers of the Red God tolerate others? Insulting R'hllor?

Before King Aegon could finish his last words, the two knights who were guarding him gave him a hard push, throwing him into the flames.

"Ah—the mercy of the Holy Mother!" Aegon was bathed in fire, rolling back and forth on the burning firewood, and the consciousness of going to the hell of the evil gods before was thrown into the sky, and he began to call for the Holy Mother loudly.

"The night is long, and there are dangers everywhere, but fortunately, there is Allah, who will benefit me"

Aunt May recited the Red God's oration again, and the surrounding knights with flaming red hearts recited it, forming a strange harmony with Aegon's wailing and Illyrio's cursing, cursing, and weeping.

There seemed to be a gluttonous monster hidden in the fire, and Aegon's soulful pain was its food. It greedily stretched out its shadow tentacles again, and wrapped them around the writhing Aegon in the bright firelight.

The red fire, the pitch-black shadow, and the shadow swayed happily in the fire, as if extracting something from Aegon.

The fire was so bright that the surrounding audience felt chills all over their bodies when they saw it, and their souls seemed to be tightly grasped by the shadow.

"Gods, what kind of monster is that!" Mei Ji, who was pinned to the ground by the mercenaries, looked pale, as if falling into an ice abyss.

The Red God believer on the side said proudly: "This is the greatness of R'hllor—"

"Hey, Da-wei-tian-long-"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout from the sky, majestic, sacred, and grand.

(End of this chapter)