"To Her Majesty!" In the wooden hall, all the Night Watchers stood up, raised their horn cups, and cheered.
"We were able to defeat the barbarians this time because of everyone's united efforts. To the Night Watchers and all the villagers who participated in the battle!" Danny got up and drank the honey wine in her horn cup.
"Good!" Everyone cheered loudly and finished the strong liquor in their cups.
After the opening ceremony of the banquet, everyone opened their arms, ate the meat, drank the wine, and told dirty jokes loudly. They didn't hold back at all because of Queen Danny's presence.
After a few drinks, the blacksmith Tanner frowned and asked, "Your Majesty, you didn't burn the barbarians' camp. You won't have a second chance like that."
As soon as he said this, the hall immediately quieted down. Yimont, Jon, and the others all looked at Danny curiously.
Danny nodded and said, "Yes, I did plan to burn the barbarians' supplies and tents. The barbarians didn't have siege crossbows, and the giant archers were all gathered under the city gate. It was a good opportunity."
"But when I flew over, I found that except for a few warriors, most of the people in the camp were women, the elderly, and children. I even saw several pregnant women milking the sheep in the pen."
She let out a long sigh and said with a complicated expression, "Under such circumstances, how could I do it? It was better to intimidate Mansred and let him know that he couldn't do it. "
"They're all barbarians." "The barbarians didn't let go of our women and children. Last night, the group of Thurns burned all the villages they encountered along the way. Men, children, old people, not a single one was left alive. The women were even more miserable," a night watchman said indignantly. Along the way, they left behind a trail of blood. "
"Is that so?" Danny frowned. She first looked at Jon, then at Yimont. One of them was a spy among the barbarians, and the other had all the information about the Night Watchers.
"That's right. Many villages were burned to the ground. Apart from a few farmers who managed to survive, there were almost no survivors," Scholar Aemon said.
"I didn't kill anyone. They forced me to kill the northerners to prove my loyalty. I refused. If it weren't for a wolf that suddenly rushed out, it would have been very difficult for me to escape alive, "Jon said with an ugly expression.
"The Mole Village was burned too!" added the prostitute Ze.
Danny sighed and said helplessly, "This is a little troublesome. I was planning to recruit Mance Ryder and let the barbarians come to the Great Wall for the winter!"
"Uh …"
We're still asking you why you didn't burn the campsite. You're going one step further and planning to let the barbarians cross the Great Wall?
"Absolutely not. If we let the barbarians enter the Northern Territory, then the hundreds of thousands of people …" The one-armed blacksmith slammed his wine cup on the table with a 'thump'. His voice was firm and cold as he said word by word, "We are the Night Watchers. Our duty is to stop the barbarians from invading the South.
Your Majesty, if you don't want the people of the Seven Kingdoms to hate you, it's best to abandon this terrible, shameful, crazy idea. "
Facing the worried gaze of Scholar Yimont, Danny didn't get angry. She just smiled faintly and returned to the previous topic. "Hurting women and children, killing innocent people, is no doubt a terrible and shameful act of beasts. That's why you all hate the barbarians.
But when you hate people who have done terrible things, it doesn't mean that you want to do the same to them.
If I burn the campsite of the barbarians and burn tens of thousands of barbarian women, elders, children, and even most of their living materials, then what's the difference between me and the barbarians that you hate? "
"This …" Everyone was stunned.
"Your Majesty, you're right." Old Yimont smiled with relief. He was so happy that most of the wrinkles on his face had disappeared.
Blacksmith Tanner looked at Danny with surprise and suspicion. He awkwardly raised the wine cup that was tilted on the table.
"I'm sorry, I'm drunk. Please forgive me for being rude," he said.
Danny nodded and continued, "No matter how savage and cruel the barbarians are, they are still human. The question now is, who is our real enemy? "
"Is it not the barbarians?" Eddie asked doubtfully.
"The White Ghosts!" Jon looked enlightened. He nodded and said, "The barbarians can only threaten the North, but the Deviant Ghosts can destroy the entire Westeros."
"We can't even be sure if there are Deviant Ghosts! Don't you think it's stupid to worry about something that doesn't exist? "The red-nosed old man mocked.
"The Deviant Ghosts are real!" Jon was so excited that his face turned red.
"The corpses really came back to life. Jon killed one, and a dozen of us worked together to kill the rest …" Galen looked terrified. "We didn't kill it. The corpse was cut into a dozen pieces, but it could still move. Every limb could move independently. We even sent the severed hand to King's Landing!"
"That little bastard didn't believe us at all. He even ignored Sir Alisa until the severed hand completely melted. Without any evidence, the City of Knowledge and King's Landing were even more convinced that we were lying, "Eddie cursed.
Danny looked at the red-nosed old man and said meaningfully, "Let's go outside the Wall tomorrow. If the Deviant Ghosts are really rampant and force the barbarians to attack the Wall, then it shouldn't be too difficult to find them."
"Won't the barbarians attack tomorrow?" The one-armed blacksmith frowned.
"As long as he's not out of his mind, he should give up on the idea of taking down the gate of Dark Castle. If Mansred is smarter, he should take the initiative to ask the messenger to surrender."
"He won't surrender voluntarily. He can't surrender." Jon thought for a moment and explained, "The barbarians are different from us. Every small tribe is like a kingdom, and many of them have generations of blood feuds. Mansred was able to unite these tribes because he set a common goal for them — to invade the Westeros."
"Nothing is impossible. You said before that the giants are wild and difficult to tame, but now they're still huddled in the stable as captives."
Thirty-five giants rushed into Dark Castle, and Danny captured thirty-two of them. The other three giants died because they couldn't save them.
Yimont sighed. "Even if the barbarians surrender, we don't have a place to settle them down. And food. We don't even have enough food to survive the winter. "
"His Majesty has already solved the food problem," Barristan said.
"No, sir, I'm not sure yet," Danny shook her head and said strangely, "I'll definitely send some food to the Wall, but it's very likely that I won't be able to buy much real food.
Well, I'm playing futures, and futures don't equate to real goods.
If the Night Watchers want to survive the winter, they have to ask the Seven Dukes and the King's Landing for help. After all, I don't even have a place to stay in the Westeros. They're the real masters! "
They came in a hurry last night. After dealing with the assault team, the Night Watchers had another thing to do for Scholar Yimont. During the day, they were attacked by the barbarians again, so they didn't have time to talk to the descendants of the Targaryen family. At this time, the treatment of the wounded (barbarian captives) was left to Dr. Perestan. After dinner, old Yimont carried an oil lamp and went to the gate of the King's Tower with the help of Jon and Eddie.
Danny, wearing a black patterned shadow lynx cloak, was sitting on the threshold and looking at the two dragons gnawing on a bone at the gate.
When they saw someone coming, Blackie and Whitey couldn't help but raise their heads and spit out two streams of fire from their nostrils. Jon and Eddie looked at them in awe, then consciously stepped back, leaving space for the two Targaryens.
"I can't believe it. It's like a scene from a dream. The dragons are right in front of me … Your Majesty, you've completed the Targaryen family's unattainable dream for hundreds of years. The True Dragon has been born once again." The old man leaned on his walking stick. The night wind messed up his sparse white hair, and sparkling tears seeped out of his old eyes. "The way you descended from the sky on the Megalosaurus last night was the most shocking and exciting scene I've seen in the past hundred years. The dragons have really been resurrected …"
"Old Master, I have to say, if you ancestors didn't mess around and left me a few more dragon eggs, I would have probably organized a Megalosaurus army by now." Danny chuckled.
Old Yimont was stunned and asked curiously, "How did you hatch a dragon?"
"What's the motto of the Targaryen family?" Danny asked in return.
"Blood and fire come from the same source," Old Yimont said without hesitation.
"How did you understand this sentence before?"
Old Yimont thought for a moment and said, "Conquer the world with blood and fire. The blood of Aegon the Conqueror flows in the body of every Targaryen."
"Perhaps that's what the person who came up with this motto meant, but to me, it has another meaning: Blood and fire come from the same source. Blood is made of fire, and fire is the beginning of life."
"Uh, what do you mean?" Scholar Yimont asked blankly.
"Simply put, hatching a dragon requires fire, but it's not just fire. In essence, hatching a dragon is a form of witchcraft.
In the past, the Targaryens relied on two kinds of people to hatch a dragon, the fire wizards and the priests of the Seven Gods. This is nonsense.
The most basic logical question is, if the fire wizards and priests really hatched a dragon, who would the young dragon belong to? "
Old Yimont frowned and said, "The young dragon will only choose to be a dragon knight when it matures, and only the Targaryens with the blood of the true dragon can tame the Megalosaurus."
"Look, I know witchcraft …"
Blackie sneezed at the right time, and a string of fire snakes shot out from its mouth. The dragon flames did not fly out in a straight line, but instead circled around Danny and changed shape.
The old scholar was stunned as he watched the bright red flames turn into a python, then a fire dragon, then a bell, a fire castle …
Pythons, fire dragons, bells, and other fiery creations were all vivid and lifelike. Even their scales and surface patterns were clearly visible. They had almost become real fiery creatures.
Finally, the dragon flames shrunk into a bright red ball of light the size of an egg and floated above Danny's head.
"Only the Great Wizard Valleglia can do this kind of witchcraft. Do you know anything about the Great Wizard?"
Old Yimont said blankly, "I know a little, the Great Wizard leads the Wizard Council, and controls the entire world through the magic ball."
"I am the Mother Of Dragons, these dragons are my children. The difference between the Dragon Knights that appeared in Targaryen and the Mother Of Dragons is like the difference between the fire wizards who perform at the docks and the Great Wizard.
And your actions of letting the fire wizards and priests hatch a dragon, whether or not it will succeed is another matter, this in itself is giving away the ownership of the Megalosaurus to others.
Dragons can only be hatched by themselves, it belongs to whoever hatches it. That's why I can break the restriction of the Dragon Knights who can only control one dragon, and all four dragons listen to me. "
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