Chapter 338 Set sail immediately and cross the narrow sea!
Game of Thrones, the continent of Essos, the city-state of Pentos.
Groups of steel ships docked on the sea outside the dock, and three giant dragons of different colors were flying in the sky.
On the road leading to the dock, countless soldiers wearing black armor and holding bayonet rifles knelt on one knee, lowered their heads respectfully, and greeted the most noble Dragon Queen and Flame Goddess in the city.
Accompanied by silent and orderly footsteps, the noble queen with stunning appearance arrived at the dock, escorted by countless golden-armored warriors.
At this time, she was wearing a red royal robe embroidered with golden flame patterns, a flame crown engraved with three-headed dragon patterns on her head, and holding a scepter with golden-red flames burning on the top. Her beautiful face was full of Calm look.
When they reached the shore of the pier, Daenerys suddenly stopped.
The golden-armored warriors following behind him immediately stopped.
The entire pier and even the entire sea became quiet.
In such a quiet environment, Daenerys held the scepter and turned around calmly.
The feet wearing golden-red metal combat boots slowly left the ground, dragging the three-meter-long golden-red cloak behind him to form a huge curtain.
"Keep your head up."
As Daenerys's calm words spread.
All the soldiers kneeling on one knee raised their heads and looked at the Queen suspended in the sky with fervent and reverent eyes.
Daenerys looked around calmly, scanning the hundreds of thousands of soldiers densely packed on the docks, roadsides, and ship decks. Her calm gaze met those pairs of fanatical eyes, and then she raised the flaming scepter in her hand. said loudly.
"My name is Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of Dragons, Goddess of Fire, Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of all Westeros!"
"My family, the Targaryens, have ruled Westeros for the past three hundred years."
"Until fifteen years ago, the shameless Seizer launched a despicable war and took away the Iron Throne that belonged to me."
"And now, I will lead you across the Narrow Sea, return to Westeros, and take back the seven kingdoms that belong to me!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
As Daenerys's voice spread through the sky, all the soldiers, whether on the dock, on the roadside, or on the deck of the ship, looked fanatical, raised their weapons and hit the ground.
Countless sounds gathered together in a neat pattern, forming a huge sound wave like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
Looking at the hundreds of thousands of accompanying troops below, Daenerys smiled on her face and raised her scepter suddenly.
When the authority was activated, a giant flame dragon with a wingspan of fifty meters flew out from the eternal fire at the top of the scepter, flapped its wings in the sky, raised its neck, and let out a deafening roar.
The roar spread, Daenerys' sharp eyes scanned the densely packed army below, and she said loudly.
"I declare!"
"Set sail immediately and cross the Narrow Sea!"
The echo of the roaring mountains and the tsunami came from below. Countless black-armored warriors stepped forward, walking towards the dock in an orderly manner amidst the sound of metal friction, and stepped onto the steel ships from another world.
Daenerys dropped the scepter to the ground and turned to look at the bald man next to Gray Worm.
The man was wearing a brown robe, tall and plump, and looked at Daenerys with a face full of respect and piety.
It was Varys, the 'servant of the people' who crossed the strait and came to serve Daenerys.
Daenerys whispered: "Varys, how are your preparations over there?"
Varys said respectfully: "Your Majesty the Queen, everything is ready. As long as you give the order, the whole of Westeros will know of your arrival."
"Very good." Daenerys nodded lightly, "Then do it..."
Wallis bowed respectfully: "Yes!"
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Westeros, King's Landing.
The morning light is cold and the fine snow falls lightly from the sky, soft and soft.
Snowflakes were falling on their heads, and the young children smiled one after another, looking excitedly at a scene they had never seen before in their lives, as if they were eating peaches and melons from Highgarden.
But the older gatekeepers didn't see it that way.
They frowned and sighed as they looked at the falling snowflakes in the sky.
Compared with those children who were born less than ten years ago, they understand better what this snow represents——
After ten years of long summer, winter is finally coming!
Although the Seven Gods have given out dangerous signals, the big shots in King's Landing obviously don't care.
They rang the seven bell towers of Baelor Cathedral, and countless residents of King's Landing gathered from all directions. The crowds of people crowded from the white marble square in front of the church to the top of Visenya's hills.
Next to the gate of the church, there is a high platform guarded by gold-robed soldiers.
On the high platform, a group of beautifully dressed nobles stood there proudly.
The man in the center wears satin clothing embroidered with leaping stags and roaring lions, a bright red silk robe, and a golden crown. He has a proud smile on his handsome but immature face.
Behind him stood a beautiful woman with noble temperament.
She was wearing a black dress and a thin veil, which was embroidered with many black diamonds. She had a beautiful face, a graceful expression, a high nose, and her eyebrows seemed to be somewhat similar to the handsome young man in front of her.
There is no doubt that these two people are Joffrey Baratheon, the current king of Westeros.
and his mother, Queen Cersei Lannister.
Around them stood the beautiful girl Sansa Stark wearing a sky blue silk gauze dress and long maroon slightly curly hair, the Archbishop wearing a pure white robe and a huge crown on his head, and two sideburns. Bai Xi, Baelish the 'little finger' with a slightly raised corner of her mouth, and so on.
Judging from these noble characters who are still alive, as well as Ed Stark who was crushed to the ground by two golden robe guards at the front, the current plot has just developed to the beginning of the story of the Game of Thrones...
At this moment, the former Hand of the King, Eddard Stark, was being held down in front of the stage by two golden-robed guards, silently looking at the ground in front of him.
There was a roar of people, and a Kingsguard wearing gorgeous armor walked out at the signal of Queen Mother Cersei, commanding the gold-robed soldiers holding spears to separate the crowd, barely maintaining order in the square.
Cersei frowned slightly, tilted her head and asked, "Where is Lord Varys?"
Baelish shook his head and said, "I don't know. I haven't seen him since the day before yesterday..."
Cersei frowned, seeming a little uneasy.
After thinking for a long time, Cersei said decisively: "Then don't wait for him, just start!"
The gold-robed soldiers waiting nearby nodded respectfully and took the order.
Soon, the bells stopped ringing, and the excited crowd began to gradually become silent.
The silent Eddard Stark raised his head, looking haggard, and his eyes scanned the crowd in front of him sadly.
The golden-robed soldier next to him poked him with the end of his spear and said sarcastically: "Your Majesty, Prime Minister, you can begin."
"..."
Eddard swallowed, soothing his dry throat a little, and then said softly: "I am the Duke of Winterfell and Hand of the King, Eddard Stark."
"Today, I come here to confess my treason before the gods in heaven and mortals on earth."
"I betrayed my king, my best friend Robert, I betrayed his trust and trust..."
"I swore to protect his children, but while his bones were still cold, I conspired to depose and kill his son and make myself king."
"Now, I ask the High Septon, Baelor, who is 'loved by the gods', and the Seven High Gods to bear witness to the truth I say. Joffrey Baratheon is the only legitimate heir to the Iron Throne. In the name of the Seven Gods in Heaven. , he is the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and the guardian of the entire territory!"
After the declaration was completed, the surrounding crowd immediately began to shout and curse, greeting the Prime Minister with all kinds of mocking and disgusting words.
In the crowd, Arya Stark, disguised as a homeless child, clenched her fists tightly and stared at the proud Joffrey on the stage like a spitting fire. She seemed to want to rush up to him right now and use the pendant on her waist. The sword 'Needle' poked him into a sieve.
Just when Joffrey was most proud, a golden-robed soldier guarding the platform suddenly turned around, took out a black pistol from his arms, pointed it at Joffrey's forehead on the platform, and decisively pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
With a deafening bang, the proud smile on Joffrey's face froze.
A bright red blood hole appeared on his fair forehead, and bright red blood kept gurgling out of it.
"thump!"
The king's body fell to the ground with a crash, and Cersei and the ministers next to him reacted and gathered around with exclaims.
Cersei's eyes widened, and she crawled over on her hands and knees, holding Joffrey in her arms regardless of the stickiness and moisture of the blood.
"No no... no!"
Cersei's lips and fingers were trembling, her face was pale and bloodless, and her eyes looked desperately at the gradually cold body in her arms.
Suddenly, Cersei turned her head sharply, glared fiercely at the gold-robed soldiers in the audience and said, "Kill him!"
Soldiers holding spears came to surround him. The gold-robed soldiers laughed loudly and suddenly jumped up. The golden robes on their bodies burned out of thin air, turning into a robe embroidered with golden flame patterns and red dragon patterns in the flames.
"On behalf of the noble Dragon Queen, Daenerys Targaryen."
"Greetings to all the Lords of King's Landing!"