Chapter 714
Snakewood House Lynderly also has a history of thousands of years. The Weirwood in the center of Godswood is thick and thin.
At this time it was like a huge crown of fire, worn over Snakewood.
North people and Vale nobles came in a hurry and rage, just opened their mouths to swear loudly, but the swearing sound stuck in their throats and could no longer be spit out.
Their eyes widened, the horror on their faces twisted under fire and shadow.
The bright red scorching flames, the pitch-black tentacles of icy shadows, the light and shadow projected on a crowd of fiery Knights, all twisted like living creatures.
"ka ka ka..." The sound of dragon egg cracking is very small, and the sound of firewood and Weirwood burning around is very loud, but everyone present heard it and was attracted to it look.
Just when everyone thought the dragon egg was about to hatch, the tentacles of the shadow stretched out from the flames suddenly retracted, and there was only the beeping sound of charcoal burning.
"Failed?" Second Stag lightly asked.
"Failed," Aunt Mel nodded, but her heart-shaped cheeks glowed red, her eyes flashed red light with excitement, and her waist-length copper-colored hair shone in the heat of the bonfire. Do a fire dance.
"My perception is correct, Long Night has come, the world has changed again, the great Lord of Light has really come to the world, and his kingdom is closer than ever to us!"
Melisandre burst into tears, trembling with excitement, "The Pentos were far from enough to attract the attention of the Lord of Light, but He heard our prayers and answered us fervently."
Second Stag frowned, indeed, this time the fire sacrifice process, Lord of Light's Divine Vestige was more intense than any time before.
He even felt the Red Sword on his waist beating slightly.
But R'hllor tried so hard and still couldn't hatch the dragon.
"But we failed," he sighed.
"I told you, the King's Blood in Pentos is very thin."
Second Stag said with a thin face and helplessly: "I thought...it's a pity, We only have one dragon egg, and it's too late to regret it."
He always felt that it was not very credible to sacrifice Dragon Hatching.
The reason is very simple, this world fossil dragon egg is rare but not absent, and the priests of R'hllor are all over the Essos continent.
As for King's Blood...
Much easier than getting a stone egg.
Why haven't the Red God temples raised dragons in the past few thousand years?
Even though Melisandre told him: Times have changed, the red comet made Wonders possible, and Daenerys brought Wonders back to the world.
But the problem is, before the red comet came, Aunt Mel persuaded him to Dragon Hatching...
Is this oneself slapping oneself in the face?
Also, several years have passed since the arrival of the Red Comet, why haven't the dragons hatched from the Temple of the Red God?
This is like a hungry poor beggar, desperately selling the magic trick of turning stone into gold to passers-by is generally unreasonable.
But now...
Looking at the cracked stone egg, Second Stag really regretted it: Melisandre may not be right every time, but more often than not, Errors are rare.
"It's too late!"
While feeling annoyed, Aunt Mel whispered: "The fire is still burning, the ceremony is not over yet, hurry up and bring Aegon here."
"It's too late!" p>
Second Stag pupil shrank, surprised: "Are you sure you can continue?"
Aunt Mel confidently nodded, "It has to be fast, otherwise this dragon egg will be useless."
The expression on Second Stag's face was like a pair of idiots and grievances fighting with goblins.
"Others King is heading south, isn't it?" he asked lightly.
Aunt Mel looked at Second Stag with firm eyes, then turned her head, her red eyes flickered with coquettish red light, inexplicable coercion enveloped everyone who looked at her, North people, Vale people, angry Lynderly clansman (owner of Snakewood).
"Asshai's prophecy is being fulfilled, Long Night has come, you will soon receive news of the beyond the wall mutation from Night's Watch - Servant of Cold God, King of the Others is leading the Counting monsters are coming.
Only Azor Ahai's Reincarnation Body can save the world," she announced loudly.
There seems to be a kind of magic power in her voice, everyone who hears her speech, everyone who sees her red light eyes, sees the big shiny ruby around her neck , you can see a huge horror - the horror is transmitted by the red witch, but it does not originate from her.
"What do you mean?" Greatjon shouted loudly, suppressing the wild panic in his heart.
Second Stag didn't hide behind the woman, and took responsibility more and more, standing in front of the North people and Vale people, said solemnly: "I am the savior in Asshai's prophecy, of course. , it's also possible... I'm not.
But no matter if takes part or not the savior, Long Night has come, Others strike, my duty to Seven Kingdoms, to the people of Seven Kingdoms will not change. .
My strength is not enough to deal with the Others King, I need dragons, and hatching dragons requires sacrifice."
"You want to burn Aegon Si... to burn him?! "Maege was surprised and angry.
“You dare!” Greatjon, with a grim face, drew his sword and pointed at Second Stag, “If you dare to touch a single hair on him, I will slash you alive.”
Second Stag glanced down at Han Feng three feet away, nodded and said: "That's right, I declare Pentos Aegon Mopatis a death penalty and burn at the stake on charges of confusing the royal bloodline and conspiring to usurp the Seven Kings!"
Mopatis is Illyrio's last name.
Serra is Blackfyre's illegitimate daughter, but she is officially married to Illyrio, so Aegon's real surname is "Mopatis", not Blackfyre, and not Targaryen.
Like Second Stag, his grandmother was still the real Princess Targaryen, but he was just Baratheon, no one would call him "Targaryen".
Hearing "Aegon Mopatis of Pentos", the shouting from the crowd was reduced by 70%.
Yes, Aegon's maternal grandfather was Blackfyre, and he has the oneself surname, not even Seven Kingdoms.
Even Targaryen...
Targaryen "purchased" Dragonstone (Valyria outpost, belonging to House Targaryen) thousands of years in advance, and brought epoch-making high-tech and The wealth of wealth to rival a nation, and then painstakingly managed on Dragonstone for a hundred years before barely integrating into Westeros.
That is to get the "precious Westeros account".
The First Men, Andals, and Rhoynar oneself are foreign invaders, but they are extremely xenophobic - just like a country today.
"He's House Stark's son-in-law!" roared Earl Maege moved towards Second Stag: "Never try to hurt Stark people in front of North people."
She returned Over the head, the hard old face was twisted into a demon in the firelight, glared and gritted his teeth, and shouted to the silent person on the oneself side: "I said, no one can hurt House Stark's son-in-law in front of us, right?"
"Yes!" Greatjon suddenly returned to his senses, roared towards the sky, "Whether he is Red Dragon Black Dragon, whether he is a foreigner or not, but he is Sansa Stark's legal husband, no one can hurt him! "
"Defend Stark's honor to the death!" All North people shouted in unison, imposing manner soaring to the sky, suppressing Aunt Mel's Half God's Soul shock.
Second Stag clenched his jaw, his teeth creaking.
Aunt Mel hugged the dragon egg, moved her lotus step lightly, walked gracefully, and said softly, "It's ridiculous, even Stark doesn't think he's a oneself, but you outsiders are excited here."
Greatjon shouted: "Maegi, what are you talking about?"
"Where were Jon Stark and Sansa Stark the past few days?" Aunt Mel sneered.
"They..." Greatjon got stuck.
Are they at Gates of the Moon, or are they back in Winterfell?
I haven't seen their silhouettes for days.
"Sansa Stark and Tyrion Lannister were once a legal couple," Aunt Mel's smile grew even wider, "You think Aegon brought her less shame than Tyrion?
Alas, poor girl, no matter what she chooses, I can understand it, and you should understand it too."
"Impossible, no, you confuse everyone!" Earl Maege paled, The eyes that were once firmer than a rock were full of panic and doubt.
Greatjon had a big mouth, looked at Maege, looked at Second Stag, looked at Aunt Mel, and turned around to look at the friends around him. Confused, he wanted to get an answer from them: what should I do? manage?
No one can tell him.
Everyone had different expressions, some were surprised, some looked thoughtful, some were convinced, some were indifferent to a matter of no concern to oneself, some were excited to watch the fun, and some couldn't bear to stop talking. There were whispers, but no one cried out to die for Stark's honor.
——As the red witch said, Stark oneself wants to get rid of that "stain" of Aegon, what are they so impatient?
Second Stag gave Godry Farring a look, and Knight excitedly left with the four guards.
Some people see them, some people don't.
Some of the people who saw it understood what they were going to do, but still no one stopped it.
A moment later, the Knight with the red heart of flames carried the topless soft sedan chair, and trotted through Godswood to the burning Weirwood Heart Tree with the sound of the collision of armor and scabbard.
"Aegon Your Majesty!" Maege couldn't help but exclaim with concern at just one glance.
"Aegon!" Greatjon stopped calling him Your Majesty, but looked concerned.
Really, Aegon is in a bad state at this time.
The once smooth and flowing silver hair was hard and greasy, the plump rosy cheeks were pale and sunken, the gradient purple eyes were as dim as burning coals, and the tall figure was hunched into a ball, huddled on the soft couch, as if escaping from cruelty Ruthless reality.
Aegon finally has the breath of a three-pointed living person after hearing the calls of Maege, Greatjon and the others.
"Where's Sansa, where is she?" There was infinite panic and hope in the dry voice.
"Sansa...Queen...unwell, probably heading back to Winterfell."
Maege dared not look at the pair who were emitting the last rays of light in the embers Two o'clock eyes, voice weak and weak.
The last rays of light went out, and Aegon slumped weakly on the soft couch.
"Haha, I said it long ago, but I still don't believe it."
Godry Farring's eyes flashed with excitement, and he bent down and spit out the most vicious words at Aegon's heart ashes: " Your mother is a Lys prostitute, and your father is a nouveau riche spice merchant.
Ask any Ser present to see if they would marry their daughter to the son of those two.
From now on, every time your name comes into Sansa Stark's ear, it's as if she was slapped by an ugly noseless dwarf once in public.
Such shame, she didn't suicide You are so brave, what are you still delusional about?"
"pu ——" Aegon was so ashamed and desperate, spurt a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground from the soft couch.