A merchant in a silk robe said solemnly, "This has already become an open secret. The Blackwall nobles even went to ask the Red God's supreme priest, Benello. He also admitted that the Light King Lahlo had two sides to him. One controlled the light, and the other ruled the dark world of death.
The Red God's priests resurrecting the dead is nothing new. Since they can pull a person's soul back from the dark world, why can't they let a dragon's soul be reborn? "
Benello?
The supreme priest of the Red God Temple of Volantis, similar to the pope of the Vatican. But this expert seemed to have fallen into a trap, this …
Danny rubbed her nose, feeling a little awkward.
"That woman lost her brother, husband, and son in exchange for three miraculous dragons. So, in order to hatch a dragon, other than a dragon egg, she must also sacrifice her loved one to Lahlo, who controls the dark world." Terry concluded.
"But do you know the tragedy of the Midsummer Hall?" Tyrion's ugly face scrunched up, "In the Midsummer Hall of Dorne, a king, a king's eldest son, countless Fire Warlocks, Seven Gods cultivators, and soldiers died in order to hatch a dragon, but not a single dragon scale was hatched."
"Relying on the Seven Gods to hatch a dragon? Hahaha … "The people around laughed," Everyone in the world knows that the Seven Gods don't exist. The Seven Gods cultivators are no different from ordinary people.
Dwarf, go to the Red Temple Square and broaden your horizons. After meeting the supreme priest, Benello, you will realize that the gods you have worshipped for thousands of years are just seven pieces of wood. "
Tyrion's face turned red, but he couldn't refute, because three days ago when he came to Volantis, he passed by the Red God Square.
He had always thought that the red-robed milk man was the same as the bishop in St. Bel's Cathedral, who only knew how to use small tricks to deceive believers, but now …
"But Danny Rize also worships the Seven Gods, right?" He argued in the end.
"No one denies her uniqueness! Just like some beautiful bad women, who are chased by countless men, but she ignores them. There are also some good women, who no one wants even if they throw themselves at men. This is life!
Without a doubt, that woman has the destiny to be loved by the gods.
Without such a destiny, would she be called the 'Mother Of Dragons'? To be able to get a dragon by killing a maid? To be able to defeat hundreds of thousands of Guise people? "Captain Terry sighed.
Tyrion was speechless. He felt as if his worldview was about to be overturned.
"It's also possible that she got a great bargain," someone said.
"There is another saying that Virtuous Sage Yuan Kai sacrificed his entire family, including himself, to Lahlo. However, the dragon egg was stolen by that woman, and she obtained a dragon for free."
An old sailor nodded in agreement. "I just came back from New Jis. Everyone there said that Dragon Granny actually hatched the golden dragon."
"Why is there another Venerable Father?" Danny couldn't help but interject.
The people nearby had already noticed her. Even Tyrion had taken a few glances at her. Everyone around them was talking about this topic. Danny's lack of participation made her seem odd.
"The witch who helped Great Sage Mourinho hatch the dragon called herself the 'Lady of Dragons' because she hatched a dragon. According to her, even that woman acknowledged the title."
Granny of the Dragon?
F * ck!
"That's impossible, right? No matter how stupid the Mother Of Dragons is, she wouldn't let others take advantage of her. "Danny's mouth twitched.
"But the stack of Queers' deeds that Dragon Granny took out all came from the Mother Of Dragons."
Danny was stupefied.
"So, the rumor that the alliance is preparing to hatch a dragon isn't false?" Tyrion asked while stroking his messy beard.
"It's not preparation. It's already started. I heard that two small noble families in New Jis have already gone extinct."
Danny turned her head to look. It was a medium-sized, gray-robed, dark-skinned youth … and he was a fire mage?
Yes, not only were there twisted flame runes imprinted on his gray robe, Dani could also see two flickering flames through his blue eyes.
She thought it was an illusion. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. It was still a cluster of yellow flames in the blue sky.
What's going on?
Could it be …
Danny suddenly remembered the nine-colored vortex ripples that appeared in her eyes.
I saw through his mind and saw the fire mage's fundamental meditation technique?
This, the perfect inheritance of the Valleglia people is too overbearing!
It was not rare to meet fire mages in the merchant's house. Standing on tiptoe and looking around, one could find seven to eight mysterious professionals in the corner. There were fire mages, fire warlocks, shadow binding warriors, and even necromancers.
As for the "righteous" moon singers, priestesses, and red god priests, there were even more. Especially the red-robed monks, there were more than ten of them. Many Tiger Cloak Army soldiers who came in to drink bowed respectfully when they saw them.
"Gone extinct? To hatch a dragon? "Tyrion was shocked.
"Yes, the Dragon Granny burned them all and offered them to the shadow devil." The fire mage nodded.
"The Dragon Queen can hatch a dragon by any maid's death. They, on the other hand, didn't even hatch a single strand of hair." The little devil sneered.
The fire mage said, "I had a letter exchange with the Dragon Granny. She claimed that the golden dragon was hatched by herself and that it was a lie by the Mother Of Dragons to change the maids. That woman was worried that if everyone had a dragon, the 'Dragon Queen' would no longer be the only one."
"But the Dragon Granny burned two noble families to death and still didn't hatch a dragon. How did she explain that?" Danny asked.
"It's simple. The quality and quantity of the offerings were not enough. Everyone knows that Lahlo is not a good person. His greed even made us not dare to study the witchcraft of the underworld." The fire mage said seriously.
"I'm afraid that the two noble families didn't do it willingly?" Tyrion sneered.
"The Dragon Granny also said that because the family heads didn't willingly sacrifice themselves, the effect might be worse."
Tyrion's eyes flashed and he said coldly, "You are all wrong. The Dragon Queen's dragon hatching theory is actually a paradox.
Only by sacrificing the one you love the most can you please Lahlo. But if you deliberately hatch a dragon, it means that your love for the dragon surpasses everything. Obviously, the 'one you love the most' in the sacrifice can't be achieved. "
"Yes, dwarf, your brain is quite flexible. The dragon hatching theory is just a scam." Danny's eyes lit up and she praised.
Tyrion was unhappy when he heard the word 'dwarf'. He stuck out his lower abdomen and said, "My work is more flexible. Do you want to try it?"
"Chi!" Danny pulled out a dagger from her waist. Just like how she twirled a pencil in class, the small and thin dagger danced happily between her fingers. Under the candlelight, the flickering red light was dazzling, but from the beginning to the end, her fingers didn't cut her skin at all.
"Take off your pants and let me see how flexible that little thing is." Danny looked at the fire mage with a smile. "I heard that a dwarf's penis has magic power."
"Yes." The fire mage nodded and took out a two-finger-long black sausage from his waist pocket. "An amulet from Mataris. It can help me quickly recover my magic power during meditation."
"Seven levels of hell!" Looking at the shriveled sausage strung on a red string, Tyrion's eyes bulged. He bent down and cursed loudly, "You bunch of damn barbarians —"
"Bang!"
In Danny's vision, the yellow flame in the fire mage's eyes suddenly rose three feet high. Then, a small flame the size of a broad bean rose up from Tyrion's messy golden and brown beard.
"Oh, oh, there's a fire. The chandelier's wick fell!" Tyrion slapped his chin and shouted.
"Huff, huff …" The fire mage's forehead was sweating, and his breathing became heavier.
Danny was surprised to see that the flame in his blue eyes suddenly extinguished, leaving only a small spark flickering.
"Hmph, this is just a small lesson for you to understand that you should maintain proper respect for people who have mysterious powers." The fire mage lifted his chin slightly and said arrogantly.
The mercenaries, merchants, and sailors nearby were shocked. They took a step back, and the area around the fire mage immediately became empty.
"You …" Tyrion smelled something burning on his lips. He stared at the fire mage and said in surprise, "You did this?"
The fire mage clasped his hands behind his back and nodded proudly.
"Hahaha …" Tyrion slapped the table and laughed. "This little fire, after my second brother finishes peeing, the remaining drop will be enough to extinguish it."
This guy also saw the fire mage's unnatural expression.
Danny was deep in thought.
"Hu Ge Caesar, apologize to the mage." The square-faced middle-aged man beside him scolded sternly.
Tyrion shrugged and stood up from his seat. He clasped his hands together and said, "Forgive me, mage. I drank too much and even the topic went off track …"
"Smack!" He slapped his forehead and shouted, "Oh, we were talking about the alliance's conquest of the Dragon Queen!"
"Why bother? Why bother?! Not only does she have four dragons, but she also has an army of fifty thousand or a hundred thousand. She is also a master of war. Why bother with her?
If the queen wants to free the slaves, then let her free them. She still needs the help of officials and nobles to maintain her rule, right?
If I were a Volantis person, when she rides a dragon over, I would immediately kneel down and lick her feet.
I can keep my title and property. Even if the slaves and servants are free, I can still continue to enslave them by employing them! "
The little devil seemed to be really drunk. He stopped playing chess and stood on the stool with his arms outstretched. His face was red as he shouted, "This is a perverted world, a world full of pain and injustice. It's a bloody world of cannibalism.
What the hell was slavery?!
Without slavery, this world will be beautiful?
Impossible!
Slave Masters eat slaves, Feudal Lords eat commoners, Dragon Queen eats Feudal Lords, Great Mages eat Gnomes, the strong eat the weak. There is no difference, and there will never be a fundamental change.
Give up your identity as a slave master and become a Duke or Earl of Volantis. Won't you still drink blood and eat meat?
At most, at most, Dragon Queen can't bear to see fresh blood. You can roast the medium-rare steak until it is ninety percent done!
Hahaha … "
The little devil panted and laughed. Silence filled the place. Those who didn't understand only watched him as a monkey show. Those who understood frowned and looked solemn.
"Hugexishan, right?" A gray-haired old scholar in a gray robe pushed through the crowd and looked at Tyrion meaningfully. He smiled and said, "You definitely haven't studied the Code."
"What Code?" Tyrion was confused.
"Queen Danny Lisi's Code, a legal classic that strictly regulates the relationship between lords and vassals, vassals and free people, kings and officials, and officials and commoners."
"So, so what?" Tyrion was puzzled. "Don't the Westeros have similar codes? The Code stipulates that farmers are free, but many territories don't even have the right to the first night! "
"Hehe, you will understand if you think about it carefully. Why would the Gith people form an alliance in a hurry? Why would the alliance want to contact the Westeros and Braavosi?"
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