Chapter 150
"Ghadi, for the great House Dhazak, for Yunkai, for Slaver's Bay, for the post-Ghis Empire, for a peaceful and peaceful future for the people of the world, you... go! Throw in the Lord of Light R'hllor It's also a good home in the arms of the Grand Wise Master, looking at his nephew who was dragging the chains with a "crash" sound, his eyes were red and swollen.
Well, the eyes are not the swollen and swollen eyes that the grieving person resists crying, but rather like the leader who lost most of his public funds in Macau, gritted his teeth and completely dropped the last bet at the betting table.
"Your Majesty Grand Wise Master, you are mistaken, your nephew will not enter the kingdom of Lord of Light, and the object of your sacrifice is Shadow Demon R'hllor!" The person next to him dressed strangely. Crone chuckled Road.
Crone is leaning on crutches, hunched over, with old yellow skin, sparse hair, goose skin cheeks inlaid with a piece of ruby, and wearing black tight clothes with two chests exposed.
Well, two holes were deliberately opened in the chest, like a shriveled eggplant that had been drying under the sun for 10 days. It swayed left and right as Crone walked, and the top of the eggplant was inlaid with a palm-sized iron ring.
Judging from this outfit, Crone should be from one of the three fortress cities of the descendants of Hyrkoon.
Well, the Patrimony of Hyrkoon was destroyed by the Jogos Nhai people, and the remaining remnants fled into three fortresses, and gradually developed three fortress cities of Samyriana, Kayakayanaya and Bayasabhad.
Perhaps too many men died in the war, maybe they disliked men for being useless, lost the face of the Legendary hero Hyrkoon (Azor Ahai), and after the horsemen destroyed the country, the Patrimony of Hyrkoon in the post-era era It has become a pure, true, feminist society.
Women of the new age must learn how to ride and climb before they can walk, and from childhood, every woman must be proficient with bows, lances, knives and slingshots.
The adult female Warrior who passes the test will have a ruby on her face, her breasts will penetrate the iron ring, and she will not shy away from revealing oneself's strong chest muscles...
As for men...
Unfortunately, there aren't many men anymore.
The three fortress cities strictly enforce a policy: for every hundred boys, ninety-nine will be castrated before they reach adulthood and become eunuchs, helping the city do various service jobs - Scribes, Cleric, Scholars, Servants, Cooks, Farmers, Artisans, etc.
Only the most intelligent, strongest, most polite, and most temperamental boy can keep the willy of oneself, continue to grow and develop, and then have offspring with one hundred "Spartan girls" .
Is this policy good?
Even Maester of Westeros can't judge, but since women came to power, horse men in the east, horse men in the west, Barbarian in the mountain range, can no longer bully Patrimony of Hyrkoon like in previous years.
And the Crone in front of him is one of the "fighting girls".
It took New Ghis half a year to invite her from thousands of miles away.
Grand Wise Master glanced at Crone and said, "Aren't the Lord of Light and Shadow Demon both R'hllor?"
He looked towards her with a deep look in his eyes of fear.
The Grand Wise Master is not an idiot either, and will not be superstitious about a Crone from the Far East continent for no reason.
A few days ago, when the Captain solemnly introduced Crone to him, the Grand Wise Master told her directly: If he can't let him experience the real power of the gods, he would rather waste a little more time, Go to the Volantis Red Temple to find the Red God High Priest, and will never hire her.
Crone then did some "ghost shadow heavy" in his Great Pyramid.
That night, under the red light of the bonfire, countless devils climbed out of the wall and took ten souls of slaves as sacrifices.
Seeing a twisted shadow tear another shadow from the living, the Grand Wise Master no longer dares to sacrifice ceremony in his own pyramid.
"gē gē gē..." Crone laughed strangely, "Grand Wise Master, Lord of Light is Red God, God of Flames, Shadow Demon is the shadow of light, the devil of darkness .
The Divine Demon is a complete R'hllor.
If you want to get back the dead giant Dreki soul from the Death State, you can only turn to the Spiritual in the dark God, R'hllor of Demons.
The kingdom of Lord of Light belongs to those Red God believers, but the Death State ruled by Shadow Demon R'hllor is Hell, do you understand?
Your nephew is going to Hell!
Your grandson, granddaughter, illegitimate child, illegitimate child and other fifteen relatives who have sacrificed before are all waiting for poor little Ghadi in Hell, Oh hoho ho..."
The Grand Wise Master turned pale, and murmured, "Sure enough, we are right to forbid the spread of the Red God belief in Slaver's Bay, R'hllor It's the devil, the god of devils!"
"gē gē gē, if the great R'hllor is the devil, what are you who ask him for the Divine Vestige to come?" Crone taunted unceremoniously.
"And as I said earlier, Lord of Light and Shadow Demon are completely different things, and Red Priest believing in the Lord of Light is not the same as my Maegi, who studies black magic.
I don't believe in Lord of Light at all, and a Priest who believes in Lord of Light won't necessarily be able to officiate a ceremony for you - unless she believes in Lord of Light and has studied black magic.
So, New Ghis traveled all the way to bring me, an expert in 'devil sacrifice ceremony', instead of going to Red God Most Devout, Volantis pastor.
You fool, I So, do you understand?"
This Crone, like Maegi Mirri who cursed Dany at that time, believed in the traditional Spiritual God of the oneself nation, but studied the Shadow Demon's black magic as a science.
And Shadow Devil R'hllor doesn't care whether the black Sorcerer believes in oneself or not. As long as the other party masters the skills of offering sacrifices to him, they will give different responses according to the sacrifices.
"You..." Grand Wise Master's slender face turned blue and red, and said hatefully: "Why did I sacrifice fifteen... no , Counting my three sons who died under Dragonflame, 18 blood descendants have entered the kingdom of R'hllor, why haven't dragon eggs hatched yet?"
Crone shrugged and said nonchalantly: "I don't know either."
"Are you kidding me?" The Grand Wise Master was furious.
Crone sighed then said, helplessly said: "I said it long ago... In theory, by sacrificing blood relatives, it is possible to exchange some of the dragon's Soul fragments from Shadow Demon. I even I've demonstrated it for you, using ten slaves to save a dead man—"
Grand Wise Master interrupted her with a wave, and said impatiently: "Rescue an idiot who can't speak or think!"
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"Yes, you are very lucky to meet an idiot." Crone nodded and said seriously.
"Lucky? Is there something wrong with your brain?" The Grand Wise Master scoffed.
"hehehe..." Crone Dark-red Eyes flashed countless dark shadows in an instant, and the voice Faintly said: "Who do you think the object of sacrifice is? Where did you return from? Soul Fragment from Hell?"
"Shadow Devil R'hllor, Soul Fragment from Hell!"
"What can Hell have? It's not the crazy Evil Spirit that returns to earth, you It's time to shout 'Lord of Light R' hllor bless'!"
"Okay!" The Grand Wise Master understood the meaning of the old witch's words, and gritted his teeth: "Even if an idiot dragon hatches, Can fly and breathe fire, I also recognize it.
But that woman only died of three close relatives, and she hatched three smart and flawless dragons. Why did I die of 18 relatives, including one crazy Didn't get the dragon?"
"You are stupid!" The old witch looked down on him and asked, "What blood are they, and what blood are you?
Your ancestor is indeed a side branch of the great Valyria nobles, but how many generations have they been mixed?
In addition to the high-quality pure blood of Valyria, how many dragons have been hatched in Targaryen's history?
The dozens or hundreds of dragons, now all dead, have returned to the Death State, but as soon as they hear the master's summon, they immediately break free from the shackles of death and return to the world from Hell.
For example, that one Black Dragon, it must be the reincarnation of Balerion.
You have no dragons in Hell, you can only pray to the Shadow Demon to be merciful and reward you with a dragon remnant soul."
" Then how could He be willing to grant me a little mercy?" shouted the Grand Wise Master.
Crone stared at the golden dragon egg on the stone platform for a while, and said in a ghostly voice: "Maybe, He has already responded to you, I saw a few tiny strands in the dragon egg. The shadow of God.
Grand Wise Master, please understand that Gods are never kind, but devils are more cruel than Gods.
It is a good thing to exchange a few bloodlines for a dragon, forever It won't happen to you.
Think about that Dragon Queen, her father, big brother, nephew and niece, mother, loyal servant, second brother, husband, only son, all dead , there is only one Targaryen left in the world..."
"What about you?" Crone turned his head back, and his dark red eyes met with the Grand Wise Master.
"deng deng deng..." The Grand Wise Master staggered back a few steps, turned his head away, and said in a hoarse voice, "Really...does it have to be like that? "
"It should be said, even then, you may not get what you want. Just like you want a complete living person, I can only help you resurrect an idiot."
Well, Daenerys' life experience is too miserable, and the process of Dragon Hatching completely mirrors the Black Magic theory of Shadow Demon R'hllor's 'exchange the soul for the dead'.
Dany just randomly said a few speculations that he had seen on the forum in his previous life, and the others felt that they had finally realized the truth and finally found the truth.
Grand Wise Master held the wall with trembling hands and asked with great difficulty, "Then... can I stop."
"Yes, of course. Yes, you can exit at will," Crone pointed at Ghadi, who was still howling, with his crutch, "Why don't you burn today?"
Grand Wise Master looked towards oneself's nephew inexplicably.. ....
"Mureno, you mule idiot, I curse the Dhazak clan Hell, hahaha...you know Diya? Your secret little lover, her ventriloquist Well, Lao Tzu's great sword has been tried... hahaha, long live Mother of Dragons, long live dragon, Yunkai must be broken, hahaha..."
"Uh, It seems to have to continue to burn..." Crone touched his nose, happily.
Grand Wise Master spit out a word fiercely, "burn!"
"hehe..."
Crone slammed the black jade Like a wooden staff and pestle on the stone slab, he shouted in the ancient Far Eastern language: "Lord of Shadow, you are the shadow in the firelight, the only god in the shadow! R'hllor, I offer you a blood sacrifice, please Cast Wonders for the people around me!"
"bang!"
The holy mark on the anti-spiral vortex pattern suddenly ignited a circle of flames and was drenched in olive Ghadi of oil is lit with firewood beside him...