Chapter 291
"Congratulations to Queen Your Majesty!" In the wooden hall, all Night's Watch stood up, raised their horns and shouted.
"This time we can beat the Wildlings back, thanks to everyone's concerted efforts, congratulations to the Night's Watch, congratulations to all the villagers who participated in the battle!" Dany got up and drank the mead from the horn cup.
"Okay!" The crowd cheered loudly, and also finished drinking the spirits.
After completing the opening ceremony of the banquet, everyone let go of their arms, ate meat, drank a lot of wine, and told yellow jokes loudly.
After a few drinks, Smith Donal frowned and asked, "Your Majesty, you don't seem to have burned the Wildlings camp. It's hard to get a second chance like that."
As soon as these words came out, the hall was quiet for a while, Maester Aemon, Jon and the others all looked towards Dany curiously.
Danydid nodded and said, "Yes, I did plan to burn Wildlings' supplies and tents. Willings have no balls, and the Giant archers are all gathered under the city gate. That's a good opportunity."
"But after flying over, I found that apart from a very small number of Warriors in the camp, the remaining 90% were women, old people and children. I even saw several pregnant women milking the sheep in the sheep pen."
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sighed, she said with a complicated expression: "How can I do it in such a situation? It's better to deter Mance Rayder and let Mance Rayder know that it can't be done."
"They all It's the Wildlings." The first night's Watch said with some resentment: "Wildlings did not spare our women and children, last night that group of Thenn people burned all the villages they encountered along the way, men, children, old people, a different one. If you stay, women are even more ravaged | ravaged. Along the way, leaving behind a bloody debt."
"Is that so?" Dany frowned, looking at Jon first, then Maester Aemon, one of them was The Wildlings play Infernal Affairs, one who has all the information on Night's Watch.
"Yes, many villages were burnt down, except for a few farmers who survived and barely survived." Maester Aemon struggled.
"I didn't kill anyone, they forced me to kill North people to prove oneself's loyalty. I refused. If a wolf hadn't rushed out suddenly, it would have been very difficult for me to escape alive." Jon said with an ugly expression.
"Mole's Town burned too!" added prostitute Zei.
Dany sighed then said, helplessly said: "This is a bit of a hassle, I plan to recruit Mance Rayder and let the Wildlings come to the Wall for the winter!"
"Uh.. ...."
We're still holding you accountable for not burning the Wildlings camp. You're good, go a step further and plan to let Wildlings pass the Wall?
"Absolutely not, if the Wildlings are allowed to enter the North, hundreds of thousands of people..." One-armed Smith slammed the wine glass on the table with a thud, his voice firm and cold, Literally: "We're the Night's Watch, and it's our job to stop the Wildlings from going south.
Your Majesty, if you don't want the people of the Seven Kingdoms to hate you, you'd better put this terrifying, shameful, crazy idea. "
Facing Maester Aemon's worried eyes, Dany didn't get angry, just laughed lightly, and returned to the previous topic: "Hurt women and children, and innocent people are undoubtedly terrifying and shameful beasts." So you all hate Wildlings.
Having someone who does something bad doesn't mean we want to do something similar to them.
If I Going to burn the Wildlings camp, burning tens of thousands of Wildlings women, old people, children, and even most of the living materials, then what is the difference between me and the Wildlings you hate?"
"This..." Everyone was stunned.
"Your Majesty, you're right." Old Aemon smiled reassuringly, very happy, and the folds on his face were more than half spread.
Smith Donal looked at Dany in disbelief, and raised the wine glass, which was lying on the table, in some embarrassment.
"Sorry, I'm drunk, sorry for the rudeness," he said.
Dany nods and continues: "No matter how savage and cruel the Wildlings are, they are always human. The question now is, who are our real enemies?"
"Isn't it the Wildlings? ?" Edd wondered.
"White Walkers!" Jon exclaimed, nodded and said: "Wildlings can only threaten North, but Others may destroy the entire Westeros."
"Is there any Others? Are you sure! Worrying about something that doesn't exist, stupid or stupid?" red nose old man taunted.
"Others are real!" Jon flushed with excitement.
"The corpse really came back to life, Jon killed one, and a dozen of us killed it together..." Grenn looked horrified, "It didn't kill, the corpse was cut into a dozen pieces and still moved. , each stump can move independently, and we even sent the severed hand to King's Landing!"
"Imp didn't believe it at all, and kept Ser Alliser aside all the time, and finally that cut- off arm completely melted. With the evidence gone, Citadel, King's Landing are more convinced that we are lying." Edd foul-mouthed.
Dany looked at the red-nosed old Archmaester and said meaningfully: "Tomorrow we will go for a walk outside the Wall. If the Others are really flooded and the Wildlings have to go south to attack the Wall, then look for them. Not too hard."
"Won't the Wildlings siege tomorrow?" One-armed Smith frowned.
"As long as his brain is not broken, he should give up the idea of winning Castle Black city gate. If Mance Rayder is smarter, he should take the initiative to send an envoy to discuss surrender."
"He will never surrender, and he cannot surrender." Jon thought for a while and explained: "The Wildlings are different from us, each small tribe is equivalent to a kingdom, and many tribes still have this generational blood feud, Mance Rayder can hold these tribes together because he has set a common goal for them - to invade Westeros."
"Nothing is impossible, you said before that Giant is wild and untamable. Don't you just huddle in the stable and be a prisoner?"
Thirty-five Giants rushed into Castle Black, Dany got a total of thirty-two Giants prisoners, and the other three Giants failed to rescue and died.
Maester Aemon sighed: "Even if the Wildlings surrender, we don't have a place to put them? There is still food, and the current stock is not even enough for oneself to survive the winter."
"The matter of food , Your Majesty has already been resolved," Barristan said.
"No, Ser, not sure yet," Dany shook his head and said oddly, "I'll definitely ship a batch of grain to Wall, but most likely, I won't be able to buy much real grain.
Well, I play futures, and futures are not the same as real things.
In order to survive the winter, Night's Watch has to ask Seven Kingdoms Duke and King's Landing for help, after all, I am in Westeros at the moment. They are the real masters!"
In a hurry last night, after solving the assault squad, Night's Watch has another mess waiting for Maester Aemon, and encounters Wildlings troops again during the day During the siege, there was no time to talk to the descendants of Targaryen. At this time, the work of treating the wounded (Wildlings captives) was handed over to Archmaester Perestan. After dinner, the old Aemon carried the oil lamp and came to King's with the help of Jon and Edd. In front of the Tower gate.
Dany is wearing a Shadowcat cape with black pattern, and is sitting on the threshold watching the two dragons gnawing at the bone!
Seeing someone approaching, Big Black and Little White could not help spitting out two strings of nose fire from lifts the head, Jon and Edd looked at them in awe, then voluntarily backed away, leaving space for the two Targaryen .
"Unexpected, like a dream scene, the dragon is right in front of me...Your Majesty, you have fulfilled the dream that House Targaryen has been elusive for hundreds of years, True Dragon is born again." The old man was sticking his cane, the night wind ruffled his sparse white hair, and crystal liquid oozes from his old eye sockets, "Last night, the appearance of you riding a dragon and descending from the sky is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in a hundred years. The shocking and most exciting picture, the dragon really came back to life..."
"Grandpa, I have to say, if you ancestors can stop fooling around, leave me a few more If there is a dragon egg, now I have organized a dragon Legion in 80%.” Dany laughed.
Old Aemon was stunned, said curiously: "How did you hatch the dragon?"
"What is the motto of House Targaryen?" Dany asked back.
"fire and blood," said the old Aemon without the slightest hesitation.
"How did you understand this sentence before?"
Old Aemon thought for a while and said, "Conquer the world with blood and fire, the bloodline of Aegon the Conqueror flows in every Targaryen's body."
"Perhaps the person who came up with this proverb meant this, but to me it has another meaning: blood and fire are of the same origin, blood is made of fire, and fire is made of fire. That is the beginning of life."
"Uh, what do you mean?" Maester Aemon said blankly.
"Simply put, Dragon Hatching requires fire, but not only fire. Essentially, Dragon Hatching is a form of sorcery.
Once Targaryen Dragon Hatching relies on two People, Firemage and the priest of The Seven, this is bullshit.
A basic logical question, if Firemage and Septon really hatched the dragon, then to whom does the young dragon belong?"
Old Aemon frowned: "You will only choose the Dragonrider when the young dragon is mature, and only the Targaryen of true dragon blood can tame the dragon."
"Look, I know witchcraft..."
Big Black sneezed at the right time, and a string of fire snakes spewed out of the mouth. Instead of flying straight out, Dragonflame circled around Dany and deformed.
Old Maester was stunned to see the bright red flame turn into a python for a while, a Fire Dragon for a while, and then a bell, a Blazing City fort...
The flame creations such as the python, Fire Dragon, and the big bell are all vivid, even the scales and surface textures are clear, almost becoming a real flame creature.
Eventually, Dragonflame shrunk into a ball of bright red light the size of an egg suspended above Dany's head.
"Only Valyria Grand Sorcerer can do this kind of witchcraft, Old Master can understand Grand Sorcerer?"
Old Aemon said blankly: "I understand, Grand Sorcerer The Council of Commander Sorcerer controls the entire world through magic power balls."
"I am the Mother of Dragons, and these dragons are all my children. The difference between the Dragonrider and Mother of Dragons that Targaryen has appeared in is that Just like Firemage, which is a pier showman, is to Grand Sorcerer.
And whether you let Firemage and Septon Dragon Hatching be done is another matter. This in itself is giving the ownership of dragon to others.
Dragon, can only be hatched by oneself, and whoever hatches it belongs to whoever. So I can break the limitation that Dragonrider can only control one dragon, and all four dragons obey me."