The Lindeli family of Snakewood City had a history of several thousand years. The weirwood tree in the middle of the Divine Forest was as thick as a canopy. Its white bone-like trunk and blood-red palm leaves extended for more than ten meters.
At this moment, it was like a giant flaming crown that was placed above Snakewood City.
The people of the Northern Territory and the nobles of the Valley rushed over angrily. Just as they opened their mouths to curse loudly, the curses were stuck in their throats and could not be spat out.
Their eyes were wide open, the fear on their faces distorted under the fire and shadows.
The bright red flames and the ice-cold shadow tentacles that were as black as ink. The light and shadows projected on the fanatical Flame Knights twisted like living creatures.
"Crack crack crack …" The sound of the dragon egg cracking was very soft. The sound of the surrounding firewood and weirwood burning was very loud, but everyone present heard it and looked over.
Just as everyone thought that the dragon egg was about to hatch, the shadow tentacles extended from the flames suddenly retracted. Only the crackling of the burning charcoal could be heard.
"Did we fail?" Erlu asked softly.
"We failed." Aunt May nodded, but her heart-shaped face was so red that it glowed. Her red eyes flickered with an excited red light, and her waist-long, copper-colored hair danced a fire dance in the heat of the bonfire.
"My senses were not wrong. The long night has come, and the world has changed again. The great Light King has truly descended upon the world. His kingdom is closer to us than ever before!"
Melisandre's face was covered in tears. She was so excited that her whole body trembled. "Originally, the Pentos people were far from enough to attract the Light King's attention, but he heard our prayers and answered us eagerly."
Erlu frowned. Indeed, the Light King's miracle during this fire sacrifice was more intense than any of the previous ones.
He could even feel the red sword at his waist throbbing slightly.
However, Lahlo had tried so hard, but he still could not hatch the dragon.
"But we failed." He sighed.
"I told you that the King's blood in the Pentos people is very thin."
Erlu's thin face was conflicted. He said helplessly, "I thought … Unfortunately, we only had one dragon egg. It's too late to regret now."
He had always felt that it was unreliable to hatch a dragon through sacrifice.
The reason was simple. This world esper stone dragon egg was rare but not impossible. Lahlo's priests were all over Ursos.
As for the king's blood …
It was much easier than obtaining the stone eggs.
Why hadn't the Red God Temple kept Megalosaurus in the past few thousand years?
Even though Melisandre had told him that times had changed. The Red Comet had made miracles possible, and Danny Lilith had brought miracles back to the human world.
But the problem was, before the arrival of the Red Comet, Aunt May had already advised him to hatch a dragon …
Was he slapping himself in the face?
Furthermore, several years had passed since the arrival of the Red Comet. Why hadn't the Red God Temple hatched a dragon yet?
It was as unreasonable as a starving beggar desperately trying to sell his miraculous skill of turning stone into gold.
But now …
Looking at the cracked stone egg, Erlu really regretted it. Melisandre might not be right every time, but she was right most of the time and rarely made mistakes.
"There's still time!"
Just as he was annoyed, he heard Aunt May whisper, "The fire is still burning, and the ceremony is not over yet. Quickly bring Aegon over."
Erlu's pupils contracted, and he asked in surprise, "Are you sure we can continue?"
Aunt May nodded confidently, "We have to be quick, or this dragon egg will really be wasted."
The expression on Erlu's face was like a pair of lovestruck men and women fighting. One moment he was on top, the next he was on top.
"King Yi Gui is heading south, right?" He asked softly.
Aunt May looked at Erlu with firm eyes and then turned her head. Her red eyes flashed with a bewitching red light, and an inexplicable pressure shrouded everyone who looked at her. The people of the Northern Region, the people of the Valley, and the angry Lin Deli clansmen (the owner of Snake Wood City).
"Ya Xia's prophecy is coming true. The long night has come, and you will soon receive news from the Night Watchers about the changes beyond the Great Wall. The servant of the God of Frost, the King of Yi Gui, is leading countless monsters to attack.
Only the reincarnation of Ya Suo and Ya Hai can save the world, "she announced loudly.
Her voice seemed to carry a kind of magic power. Everyone who heard her speak, everyone who saw her flashing red eyes, saw the big shining ruby on her neck, could see a kind of great horror. The horror came from the Red Witch, but it did not originate from her.
"What do you mean?" the Great Jon shouted, suppressing the wild panic that was growing inside him.
Erlu did not hide behind the woman. He stepped out from the crowd and stood in front of the people of the Northern Region and the Valley. He said in a deep voice, "I am the savior mentioned in Ya Xia's prophecy. Of course, it is also possible that … I am not.
But whether I am the savior or not, the long night has come, and Yi Gui is attacking. My responsibility to the Seven Kingdoms and the people of the Seven Kingdoms will not change.
My strength is not enough to deal with the King of Yi Gui. I need the Megalosaurus, and to hatch the Megalosaurus, I need a sacrifice. "
"You want to burn His Majesty Aegon to death?!" Mei Ji was shocked and angry.
"You dare!" Big Jon's face was ferocious. He unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Erlu. "If you dare touch a hair on his head, I will cut you alive."
Erlu looked down and glanced at Cold Edge, who was three feet away, and nodded. "That's right. I declare Aegon Mopatis, the Pentosian, to be executed at the stake for the crime of mixing up the royal bloodline and conspiring to usurp the throne of the Seven Kingdoms!"
Mopatis was Illyrio's surname.
Syra was the illegitimate daughter of Black Fire, but she was officially married to Illyrio. Thus, Aegon's real surname was Mopatis, not Black Fire, and not Targaryen.
Just like Erlu, his grandmother was a proper Targaryen princess, but he was just Theon of Bella. No one would call him "Targaryen".
When they heard "Pentosian, Aegon Mopatis," the curses in the crowd decreased by 70%.
That's right. Aegon's maternal grandfather was Black Fire, and he had his own surname. He could not even be considered a citizen of the Seven Kingdoms.
Even the Targaryen of the past …
Targaryen had "purchased" Dragonstone Island (the outpost of Valleglia, which belonged to the Targaryen family) a thousand years in advance. He had also brought with him epoch-making technology and wealth that could rival a kingdom. Then, he had painstakingly operated on Dragonstone Island for a hundred years before he could barely assimilate into the Westeros.
In other words, he had obtained the "precious Westeros residence permit".
The ancestors, the Andals, and the Loynars were all foreign invaders, but they were extremely xenophobic — just like a certain country today.
"He is the son-in-law of the House of Stark!" Countess Medji roared at Erlu. "Don't ever think of harming Stark's people in front of the Northerners."
She turned around, and her hard old face twisted into an evil spirit under the light of the fire. She glared and gritted her teeth as she shouted at the people who had come down from Silence, "I said, no one can harm the son-in-law of the House of Stark in front of us, right?"
"Yes!" Big Jon suddenly came back to his senses and roared into the sky. "Whether he is a Red Dragon or a Black Dragon, whether he is a foreigner or not, he is Sansa Stark's legal husband. No one can harm him!"
"We swear to defend Stark's honor with our lives!" All the Northerners shouted in unison. Their momentum soared to the sky, and even Aunt May's demigod soul was intimidated.
Erlu clenched his jaw so hard that his teeth creaked.
Aunt May carried the dragon egg and walked over gracefully. She said softly, "How ridiculous. Even Stark doesn't treat him as one of his own. You outsiders are the only ones who are so excited."
Big Jon shouted, "Witch, what are you talking about?"
"Where have Jon Stark and Sansa Stark been these days?" Aunt May sneered.
"They …" Big Jon was at a loss for words.
Were they at Moon Gate Castle, or had they returned to Winterfell?
They hadn't been seen for days.
"Sansa Stark and Tyrion Lannister were also legal husband and wife." Aunt May's smile grew wider. "Do you think Aegon brought her less shame than Tyrion?
Sigh, poor girl. No matter what choice she makes, I can understand. You should understand too. "
"Impossible, impossible, you're misleading us!" Count Meiji's old face was pale. Her eyes, which were once more resolute than a rock, were now filled with panic and doubt.
Big Jon opened his mouth wide. He looked at Meiji, Erlu, Aunt May, and then turned to look at his companions. His heart was in a mess. He wanted to get an answer from them. What should I do?
But no one could tell him.
Everyone had different expressions. Some were bewildered, some were thoughtful, some were convinced, some were indifferent, some were excited to watch the show, some were hesitant to speak, and some were muttering softly. But no one shouted to die for Stark's honor.
Just as the Red Witch had said, even Stark himself wanted to get rid of Aegon's "stain". Why were they so anxious?
Erlu gave Gordy Farlin a look, and the knight excitedly left with his four guards.
Some saw them, while others didn't.
Some of the people who saw them knew what they were going to do, but no one stopped them.
After a while, the Blazing Red Heart knights carried the roofless palanquin. Amidst the clanging of armor and scabbards, they ran through the Divine Forest and came to the burning weirwood tree.
"King Aegon!" Meiji couldn't help but exclaim worriedly.
"Aegon!" Big Jon didn't call him King anymore, but he looked concerned.
Aegon's condition was too bad.
His once soft and elegant silver hair had become oily, and his rosy cheeks were pale and sunken. His gradually changing purple eyes were as dim as extinguished charcoal. His tall body was hunched into a ball, curled up on the soft couch, as if he was escaping from the cruel and merciless reality.
Hearing the cries of Meiji, Jon, and the others, Aegon finally had some semblance of a living person.
"Where's Sansa? Where is she?" His hoarse voice was filled with fear and anticipation.
"Sansa … Queen. She's … not feeling well. She probably went back to Winterfell."
Meiji didn't dare to look at the pair of eyes that emitted the last light in the embers. Her voice was weak.
The last light was extinguished, and Aegon collapsed on the palanquin.
"Haha, I told you, but you didn't believe me."
Gordy Farlin's eyes shone with excitement. He bent down and spat out the most vicious words to the disheartened Aegon. "Your mother is a Lys prostitute, and your father is a nouveau riche spice merchant.
Ask any of the knights here if they're willing to marry their daughter to the son of those two.
From now on, every time your name enters Sansa Stark's ears, it's like she was raped by a noseless ugly dwarf in public.
She's brave enough not to kill herself after such humiliation. What are you still dreaming about? "
"Pfft —" Aegon was so humiliated and desperate that he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the palanquin.
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