"Awoo —" Big Jon roared and charged at the giant killer with his long legs.
He was nearly 2.1 meters tall, and his body was full of solid muscles. His movements were very sudden, like a tank moving at the speed of a jeep. With a powerful impact, he knocked away three unprepared Knights of Red Heart of Flames in just a few steps.
Before he got close to the sedan, he swung the iron sword in his right hand, which was as wide as a seesaw.
Under the light of the giant weirwood tree burning, everyone felt a gust of wind in the sky. Then, with a smack, the giant killer's head retracted into his chest.
Yes, Aegon was so stimulated that he vomited blood, and it happened to spray on Gordy Farlin's face. Big Jon was too fast, and his outburst was too sudden. Gordy was swearing and wiping his face, so he didn't notice the "door plank" coming at his head.
Originally, with Big Jon's strength and the weight of the greatsword, the giant killer's head should have exploded like a watermelon.
But he was wearing an iron helmet, and the quality of the iron helmet was good — at least harder than his shoulder blades and sternum, so he became a coward.
"Plop —" Gordy Farlin's limbs twitched unconsciously as he fell to the ground. Only then did everyone recover from the shock.
"Bah!" The Great Jon spat on the corpse of the Redheart Knight as if nothing had happened. He bent down and helped Aegon up from the ground, his face as pale as a sheet of paper.
"Aegon, Aegon, you — Chi!"
Big Jon had just shouted twice when a spear stabbed at him like lightning. It hit the left side of his waist with a ding. The chain mail cushioned the impact of the sharp tip of the spear, and it only pierced two inches into his abdomen.
"Ah, be careful!" It was only then that Mei Ji's warning came from behind.
"Awoo —" Big Jon felt the coldness at his waist. He threw Aegon King back to the sedan like a rag doll, and swung the greatsword in his hand in the direction of the spear — Richard, the knight with a face full of hatred.
Richard's martial arts were not bad either. He let go of the spear and drew his sword to meet the attack. The two swords clashed.
"Crack —" A scratching sound rang out.
"Stop! Big Jon, be careful! " Mei Ji shouted again. This time, her warning was faster than the Knights of Flames, but the triggers of the twenty crossbows were still pulled.
"Chi chi chi —"
In an instant, Big Jon's body was full of arrows. He wailed and rolled on the ground like a bloody gourd.
Less than half a minute had passed since Big Jon had launched his attack and turned him into a hornet's nest.
The Knights of Blazing Flame and Red Heart were all seasoned warriors. They had followed Erlu to the north and south for many years. Not to mention how skilled they were in martial arts, they would never stand there and watch their general be cut down.
After seeing Big Jon kill Gaudi Farlin, they almost subconsciously raised the crossbows hanging from their waists.
"Roar —" Seeing Big Jon fall to the ground, Mei Ji, Gilbert, and the rest of the Northerners went crazy. They drew their swords and were about to charge over.
Aunt May frowned. The ruby at her throat flashed red. She did not seem to make any other movements, but the red flames mixed with a large amount of black smoke separated from the burning weirwood and turned into a black and red smoke python. It charged brazenly into the middle of the rioting Northerners.
Mei Ji and the twenty or so Northerners were burned by the smoke and fire. They screamed and ran away like rats.
The red-robed woman did not want to kill anyone. She only covered their heads and faces in black smoke and ash before she stopped controlling the fire.
In just a short while, hundreds of mercenaries with the Blazing Flame and Red Heart Emblem on their chests charged into the Forest of God's Trees. They used spears, shields, and bows to surround the rioting Northerners.
Yes, there were two thousand Northerners in Snakewood City, but they mostly set up camp outside the city. Only people with status like Mei Ji could live in the stone castle.
As for the people of the valley …
King Aegon was not the son-in-law of the valley. Without the disguise of Lei Jiazi, the nobles of the valley would not be loyal to him at all.
Erlu glared at the bound Northerners and said angrily, "Are you rebelling?"
"You call protecting your own monarch rebellion?" Big Jon groaned.
The chain mail and the inner layer of leather armor were of course not immune to the crossbow fire at close range. However, Big Jon had strong bones and muscles all over his body. The arrows pierced through the armor and got stuck in his flesh. He looked bloody and miserable, but there was no fatal wound.
"Is he your monarch?" Erlu was furious. "Didn't I make myself clear?
He may have a thin Targaryen bastard bloodline, but he is a standard foreign outsider. "
"He may not be the king of the Seven Kingdoms, but he saved me in River Delta City. I don't care about the others, but I must save him today."
Jon Amber's son was also called Jon Amber. Both Jon and Big Jon had participated in the Bloody Wedding. Little Jon was killed, but Big Jon was thick-skinned and did not die. It was only when Aegon and Sansa took River Delta City that he regained his freedom … Not only that, Aegon even helped him take revenge by hanging dozens of Freys.
"Ah!" The Great Jon roared angrily and began to struggle. The chains around his arms, legs, and neck rattled as he was dragged.
Seven or eight mercenaries swarmed over. Some grabbed his hands, some pressed his shoulders, and some even used their butts to sit on his face.
"Ow —" Big Jon was pressed against the ground, unable to struggle at all. He could only let out a loud but powerless howl.
"Sigh, you should understand that what you are doing is futile." Erlu's gaze softened as he sighed softly.
"Haha, at least I killed that idiot knight who insulted him." Big Jon laughed bitterly.
Richard's anger rose when he heard this. He rushed over and kicked Big Jon.
"Bang —" The steel boot landed squarely on Big Jon's mouth. His lips and tongue were torn, and his front teeth were broken.
"Stop!" Before the pockmarked knight could kick Big Jon a second time, Erlu snapped out of his daze and stopped him.
Erlu frowned as he looked at his knight. Words of reprimand flowed into his throat from his heart, but he swallowed them back into his anus.
"Sigh! You may have broken the king's laws, but you are still a brave and loyal man! " Erlu sighed with a complicated expression. He pointed at Big Jon and said to the knights of Red Heart, "Take him away and lock him in the dungeon. We will deal with him when Jon Stark returns! We will continue — "
"No, no, don't burn my son!" A fat man in embroidered clothes staggered through the crowd, wailing in grief.
Illyrio had arrived.
Although he was the mastermind behind the "exchange of princes", and Erlu had always wanted to take him down for trial, Jon's crime of impersonating Lei Jiazi had little to do with him.
Uh, it really had nothing to do with Stark.
Of course he did not like him, but he was still Sansa's father-in-law.
These days, the fat man had been staying in the northern camp outside the city. He had limited freedom of movement. He could move about in Snakewood City, but he had to be under the "protection" of the northern guards.
The heart tree of the Godwood Forest was a thousand-year-old weirwood. It was over twenty meters tall, and when it burned, it looked like a candle stuck on a birthday cake. Snakewood City was that birthday cake.
Anyone outside the city who was not blind would notice it.
"We have already paid the ransom. Why are you going back on your word?" The Pentos Trade Prince's fat face twisted, his eyes spitting fire as he roared at Erlu.
Erlu looked at him in disgust and turned to ask Aunt May, "Does he have the king's blood?"
Aunt May shook her head. "The Trade Prince is an honorary title. His political power is equivalent to that of a senator. Even if he has the king's blood, it must be extremely thin."
Erlu said coldly, "The ransom was paid for the defeated Aegon Targaryen. It has nothing to do with the war now. Your son impersonated Lei Jiazi and conspired to seize the Iron Throne. His crime is unforgivable."
"Aren't red dragons and black dragons all dragons?" The fat merchant said angrily.
"You should say that to Danny Rize, to Jon Clinton, to Sansa Stark, and to all the nobles of the True Dragon Alliance."
Erlu waved his hand. The Blazing Redheart Knight carried the drooping Aegon to the bonfire.
"Aegon, Aegon …" Illyrio's eyes were red as he struggled against the two knights.
Two hands full of rings reached out desperately, as if trying to pull his son back.
Aegon recovered from his rage and spat out blood. He turned to look at the fat face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
His cheeks, as pale as charcoal, flushed with excitement.
This was the first time the two of them met after their identities were exposed. Aegon was looking forward to this moment as much as he was looking forward to Sansa's "I don't care about your identity" and Aunt Dany's "you are still my nephew" acknowledgment.
So he began to struggle. He roared at Illyrio, "You lied to me. You ruined my life!"
Illyrio's heart felt like it was being stabbed. Tears streamed down his face. "I did it all for you. You deserve the best in the world."
"Dogsh * t!" Aegon's expression twisted. "The best in dogsh * t. I pursued the Iron Throne because I was told my life's mission from the time I could remember — to take back the honor that the Targaryens had lost, to avenge my parents and sister.
Rhaegar, who died in Theon's rebellion, was my father. Elia, who was raped and killed by Lannister, was my mother. Renyse, who was chopped into pieces, was my sister. The Iron Throne that was usurped belonged to me. These are the reasons why I have always wanted to return to the Westeros.
From the moment I was born, you draped me in the guise of a ghost. My dreams were given to me by you. My fate was twisted by you.
Now you tell me that this is for my own good?
I would rather be a fisherman by the Rohn River for the rest of my life. At least I can truly live, with my own identity. "
Illyrio seemed to have been hit by an oncoming truck. His body swayed as he clutched his chest. "You are the grandson of Daemon Black Fire. You have the noble bloodline of Aegon the Fourth and Diana Targaryen.
You should inherit the legacy of your ancestors. Your mother once told me that you should become a noble prince. "
"Hehehehehe …" Aegon looked up and laughed maniacally. "Retribution, retribution. You and Varys' plan drove Viserys crazy and caused Danny and Rize to suffer.
The turmoil in the Seven Kingdoms over the years was most likely caused by you, right?
Thousands of innocent people have died. Now retribution has come.
Burn me! Burn me!
Even the Seven Hells are not enough for me. Only the evil EsGod — Argh — "
"Aegon, no —" The fatty stretched out his neck and wailed.
When they heard the interaction between Aegon and Illyrio, including Erlu and Aunt Mei, the Red Heart Knights of Blazing Flames, the onlookers from the Northern Territory, and the people from the Valley were all enjoying the show. However, how could the believers of the Red God tolerate someone insulting R'hllor?
Without waiting for King Aegon to finish his last sentence, the two knights who were holding him down pushed him into the sea of fire with all their might.
"Ah — Holy Mother of Mercy!" Aegon was bathed in flames as he rolled back and forth on the burning firewood. The realization of being in the Evil God's Hell was thrown out of his mind as he began to shout for the Holy Mother of Mercy.
"The night is long, and danger is everywhere. Fortunately, there is Allah, who overflows me …"
Aunt May recited the Red God Ritual again, and the Red Heart Knights around her followed suit. It formed a strange harmony with Aegon's wails and Illyrio's curses, curses, and cries.
There seemed to be a gluttonous monster hidden in the fire. Aegon's pain from his soul was its food. It once again extended its shadow tentacles greedily and wrapped them around the rolling Aegon in the bright fire.
The red fire and the pitch-black shadow swayed happily in the fire, as if it was extracting something from Aegon's body.
The fire was clearly soaring into the sky, but the onlookers felt a chill run down their spines. It was as if their souls were being tightly grasped by the shadow.
"Gods, what kind of monster is that!" Mei Ji, who was forced to kneel on the ground by the mercenaries, was pale as if she had fallen into an icy abyss.
The Red God believer beside her said proudly, "This is Lahlo's majesty —"
"Roar, Majestic — Heavenly — Dragon —"
Suddenly, a roar came from the sky. It was majestic, holy, and grand.
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