Chapter 715
“ao wu—” Greatjon growled, strode his long legs, and charged towards Giantslayer.
He is nearly 2.1 meters tall, with strong muscles all over his body, and his movements are very sudden, like a tank with a Jip speed, a powerful impact. Defensive flame red heart Knight.
Before getting close to the soft sedan chair, the iron sword as wide as the seesaw in the right hand swung up.
Under the blazing fire of the Weirwood giant tree, everyone intuitioned that there was a gust of wind in the sky, and then heard the sound of "pa - chirp", Giantslayer's head retracted into his chest.
Well, Aegon vomited blood from being stimulated, right in Godry Farring's face. Greatjon was too fast, the outburst was too sudden, and Godry was foul-mouthed wiping his face, not noticing the "door panel" slapped overhead.
Well, with the power of Greatjon and the weight of greatsword, Giantslayer's head should explode like a watermelon.
But he wears an iron helmet, and the quality of the iron helmet is good - at least harder than the shoulder blades and sternum, so it becomes a coward.
"Put--" Godry Farring fell to the ground with his hands and feet twitching unconsciously, and everyone recovered from the shock.
"Bah!" Greatjon was fine, he spat at the corpse of the flaming red heart Knight, bent down, and helped King Aegon, who was lying on the ground with a face like golden paper.
"Aegon, Aegon, you—scoff!"
Greatjon just called twice, a lance stabbed like lightning, and hit the left waist with a ding, the lock A relieved the sharp impact of the spear point, and only penetrated two inches deep into his abdomen.
"Ah, be careful!" It was only then that Maege's reminder sounded to the ground.
“ao ——” Greatjon felt the coldness of his waist, threw King Aegon back to the soft couch like throwing a rag doll, swiped the big sword in his hand, and slashed in the direction of the lance stab-his face full of hatred The color of the pockmarked Knight Richard.
Richard martial skill is not bad, let go of the lance, draw the sword to meet, two swords collision.
"Click--" made a tooth-crushing sound.
"Stop! Greatjon, be careful!" Maege shouted again, this time her warning sound was faster than the flame knights, but the trigger was still pulled on the twenty or so hand crossbows.
“chi chi chi—”
In an instant, Greatjon’s body was full of arrows, he wailed, and rolled to the ground like a bloody bottle gourd.
It took less than half a minute from the outbreak of Greatjon to being shot into a hornet's nest.
The flaming red heart Knights at the scene have all been battle-hardened. They have fought with Second Stag for many years. Not to mention their martial skills, there will never be anyone standing there dumbfounded and watching oneself. The scene of the general being slashed.
After seeing Greatjon shoot Godry Farring to death, they almost subconsciously lifted the crossbow machine hanging from their waists.
"ao ——" Seeing Greatjon rushing to the street, Maege and Galbart and other North people also went mad, and they drew their swords and rushed over desperately.
Aunt Mel frowned, the ruby red glow at the throat flickered, and she didn't see any movement, the red flame mixed with a lot of black smoke separated from the burning Weirwood and turned into a black red pyrotechnic python , rushed into the midst of the rioting North people.
Maege and other 20 North nobles were smoldering with smoke, wailing covered head and sneaked away like a rat.
Red Woman didn't want to kill people either, but made them all covered with charred soot and released Fire Control.
And in such a short time, hundreds of mercenaries with red heart marks on their chests rushed into Godswood and surrounded the rioting North people with long spears, shield cards and bows and arrows.
Well, Snakewood has 2,000 North soldiers, but most of them camp outside the city, and only Maege and a group of worthy people can live in the stone castle.
As for the Vale people...
King Aegon is not Vale's son-in-law, and without Rhaegar's child's vest, the Vale nobles would not be half loyal to him.
Second Stag glared at the North people who were detained and bound, and said angrily, "Are you trying to rebel?"
"Can a monarch who protects oneself be called a rebel?" Greatjon moan said.
Chain armor and the inner layer of boiled leather armor are of course not immune to close range hand crossbow shooting. But Greatjon itself had strong bones and muscles, and his body was full of pimples. Arrow got stuck in the flesh after passing through the armor. He looked bloody and miserable, but there was no fatal injury.
"Is he your monarch?" Second Stag snarled, "I wasn't clear enough?
He may have a thin Targaryen illegitimate child bloodline, but it's the norm foreign alien."
"Maybe he's not King of the Seven Kingdoms, but he saved me in The Twins, I don't care about the others, I have to save him today."
——Jon Umber's son is also named Jon Umber. Big Smalljon participated in the Red Wedding. Smalljon was killed. He also avenged him by hanging dozens of Freys.
"Ah!" Greatjon roared, and began to struggle, the chains around his hands, feet, and neck dragged crash-bang.
Seven or eight mercenaries rushed up, some grabbed their hands, some pressed their shoulders, and some took buttocks to sit on the big man's face.
"ao ——" Greatjon stuck to the ground, unable to struggle at all, only a loud but weak whimper emanated from his mouth.
"Ai, you should understand that oneself is doing nothing." Second Stag's eyes softened and he sighed softly.
"Hehe, at least Lao Tzu got rid of that stupid cunt Knight who insulted him." Greatjon said miserably with a smile.
Pock-faced Richard hearing this, his anger rose sharply, he rushed over and kicked him.
"Boom—" The steel boots slammed into Greatjon's mouth, his lips ripped and his front teeth broken.
"Stop!" The Second Stag, who came back to his senses, stopped him before the pock-faced Knight kicked him for the second time.
Second Stag frowned at oneself Knight, and the rebuke poured from his heart into his throat, then swallowed back to his anus-door.
"Oh! Although you violated King's law, you are still a loyal and brave person!" Second Stag looked complicated and sighed then said, pointing at Greatjon, and said to the Knight of the flaming red heart: "Take him along to withdraw, put it in the dungeon first, and then deal with it when Jon Stark comes back! Let's continue-"
"No, don't, don't burn my son!" A fatty stumbled through the crowd, screaming Call.
Illyrio is here.
Although he's the mastermind of the "Tantoo-for-Crown Prince" and Second Stag has always wanted to take him to trial, the crime of impersonating Rhaegar's child has little to do with Jon.
Well, it's nothing to do with Stark.
Of course Jon doesn't like him, but he is also Sansa's father-in-law.
These days, fatty is staying in the North camp outside the city, with limited freedom of movement - can move around Snakewood, but must be "under the protection" of the North guards.
Godswood's Heart Tree is a thousand-year-old Weirwood tree, more than 20 meters high, which burns like a candle on a birthday cake - Snakewood is that birthday cake.
As long as people outside the city are not blind, they can notice it.
"We've already paid the ransom, why go back on one's word?" Pentos Merchant Prince snarled at Second Stag with his fat face contorted and his eyes burning with fire.
Second Stag gave him a disgusted look, then turned to Aunt Mel and asked, "Does he have King's Blood?"
Aunt Mel shook his head: "Merchant Prince is an honorary title, politically Power is equivalent to a member of parliament, and even if there is King's Blood, it must be extremely thin."
Second Stag said indifferently: "The ransom was paid for the defeated Aegon Targaryen, and it has nothing to do with the war now, your son. Pretending to be Rhaegar's child and conspiring to steal Iron Throne is an unpardonable crime."
"Aren't Red Dragon and Black Dragon both dragons?" the fat businessman said angrily.
"You should say this to Daenerys, Jon Connington, Sansa Stark, and all the nobles of the True Dragon Alliance before."
Second Stag waved his hand, red heart Knight in flames Aegon walked towards the fire with his head down.
"Aegon, Aegon..." Illyrio's eyes were red, struggling as the two Knights stopped him.
Two hands full of rings stretched forward desperately, as if trying to bring back the oneself son.
Aegon also came back to his senses from the blood spurting he had provoked earlier, and turned his head to look at the fat face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
His pale charcoal cheeks flushed with excitement.
This is the first time the two meet each other after their identity is revealed. Aegon's expectation for this moment is no less than his relief for Sansa's "I don't care about your identity" and Dany aunt's "You still my eldest nephew's desire for approval.
So he started struggling, and he yelled at Illyrio: "You lied to me, you ruined my life!"
Illyrio burst into tears and said: " I'm all for you, you deserve the best things in the world."
"Shit!" Aegon's expression twisted, "The best thing about shit, I'm after Iron Throne just because I can't remember. Since then, I have been told of my life's mission - to take back the lost honor of Targaryen, to avenge my dead parents and elder sister.
I am the father of Rhaegar who died in the Baratheon rebellion, and Elia who was raped and murdered by Lannister. Mother, the minced Rhaenys is my elder sister, the usurped Iron Throne belongs to me - these are the reasons why I have always wanted to go back to Westeros.
From birth, you have I put on the cloak of a ghost, my ideals were imposed by you, and my destiny was twisted by you.
Now you tell me, this is for my good?
I'd rather be a fisherman by Rhoyne all my life, at least I'm really alive, as oneself."
Illyrio seems to have been hit by an oncoming truck, on the verge of collapse, Covering her heart, she said sadly: "You are the grandson of Daemon Blackfyre, you have the noble bloodline of Aegon IV and Daena Targaryen.
You deserve to inherit the legacy of your ancestors, your mother once said to me - you should Become a noble Prince."
"he he he he heh..." Aegon laughed wildly, "Retribution, retribution, your plan with Varys has driven Viserys crazy. , hurt Daenerys.
In the turmoil of the Seven Kingdoms these years, 80% of you have intervened?
Thousands of innocent people died, and now the retribution is coming.
Burn it, burn me!
Sin like this, not even Seven Hells enough for me, only the evil Other — ow —"
" Aegon, no—" Fatty craned his neck and whined.
I heard Aegon interact with Illyrio in front, including Second Stag and Aunt Mel, the red heart Knight, the North people, and the Vale people all ate melons with keen interest pleasure. How can a Red God believer put up with someone insulting R'hllor?
Before King Aegon could finish his last sentence, the two Knights who were holding him pushed him hard, pushing him into the fire sea.
"Ah—Mother's mercy!" Aegon was covered in flames, tumbling back and forth on the burning pile of firewood, and the consciousness of Evil God Hell before, was thrown into the topmost clouds and began to shout Mother loudly. .
"Long Night is long, and there is danger everywhere. Fortunately, the True Lord is blessed with overflowing me..."
Aunt Mel recited the Red God sacrifice again, surrounded by flames Knight of red heart followed, forming a strange harmony with Aegon's wailing and Illyrio's swearing, cursing, and wailing.
As if hiding a gluttonous monster in the fire, Aegon's pain from Soul is its food, and it greedily stretches out its shadow tentacles again, wrapping around the tumbling Aegon in the bright firelight.
The red fire, the dark shadow, and the shadow swayed happily in the fire, as if extracting something from Aegon.
The fire was so bright that the crowd around the audience saw it, but the whole body was cold, and Soul seemed to be tightly grasped by the shadow.
"Gods, what monster is that!" Maege, who was pressed to the ground by the mercenary, was complexion pale, like falling into an ice abyss.
Besides the Red God believers proudly said: "This is the greatness of R'hllor——"
"Hey, Heavenly---Dragon---of---Great ---Might ——"
Suddenly, the sky came loudly shouted, majestic, sacred, grand.