Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 101 Shadow Killer

"After the Proud Wind ran aground in front of me, I swore I would never believe in the gods. I would never worship any of the cruel gods who killed my parents. But the Lord of Light shakes me a little bit, Davos, to be honest. "

"She prophesied that the boy would kill Renly, and though he denied it, the world believed it. Renly is my brother, and always will be, and we are not on good terms, but blood is thicker than water, and I would have kept him One life."

"But I don't blame the kid. He just did what he should do. I gave him both Summerhall and Green Valley City, and made him a Marquess. He deserves it. I won't be like Robert, Treat meritorious ministers badly."

"Melisandre saw me standing in King's Landing, and saw Joffrey's death. I need you to do something for me, smuggler, just like those little tricks you use. Drive your smuggling boat on the sea without realizing it."

He looked at Melisandre who was sitting on the boat. She had been following his Black Bertha these days. His speed was much faster than the fleet, but to go to King's Landing, he had to travel through the night. He rowed A small boat with black sails floats on the river in Black Water Bay.

Now, Davos thought, he was a smuggler again, as he had been for years, until he met Stannis.

Unknowingly, he has been a knight for 16 years, but whether it is the great princes such as Valerian and Celtiga, or their knights, they all look down on him.

Stannis had sneered that he would have to make him an earl for the sake of the haughty ones.He wanted to tell the king that a marquis was enough to make them angry.

"Ma'am, do you know what wildfire is?" There was silence all the way, and he decided to say something.

The red-robed girl looked at him with wide eyes, and Melisandre was curled up under a red robe. Although there was a cold wind blowing from the sea and even light rain, her eyes were full of silence. .

"A small sorcerer's trick. Green flames are traitors to the light."

"I've been told it's a fire that burns on water."

"The Lord of Light is the master of the flames, and no one but God can control the flames. Your heart is confused, my lord, and chaos is always with darkness."

"Smugglers are a group of people who walk in the dark, madam. Only in the dark can the enemy not find us. The night gives shelter to smugglers, and today I am not a knight, but a smuggler, and you are mine. Onions and kippers."

"The night also covers people's eyes, making people confused." Melisandre looked straight at him.

"I don't want to argue with you about the rights and wrongs of the night, madam. We should go ashore."

The boat stopped quietly under a river bank.

This is under the Red Fort, and above it is a dangerous rock wall.

"The cliff here is too high, and we can only go as far as this." The Onion Knight told him that unless he had a chisel and an iron hook, he couldn't climb very far.

"Sir is enough here, this castle is as young as his master, the strength and walls here can't stop the shadow." But she saw her go under the rock wall.

She took off her red robe, she was not wearing anything underneath, her stomach had already become round and seemed about to explode, with terrifying bloodstains all over it.

He had always known that she was pregnant, and the red woman followed the king inseparably, even sleeping together, but he couldn't figure out why Stannis asked him to take a pregnant woman as far away as King's Landing.

"Gods be merciful," he murmured softly. She probably wanted to give birth under the castle. There were no midwives or bachelors here.

Davos felt her red eyes glow.No, damn it, it was her whole body that was glowing.

She squatted down, breathed slowly, and hummed in a low tone of pain.

"Gods, what should I do?" Davos prayed in his heart, could he let him watch a woman give birth in front of his eyes?
Blood kept pouring out between her legs, and her cry almost pierced Davos' ears, it was a painful and frenzied voice.This can't help but make him feel endless fear.

What happened next made his panic even deeper.

But a child wearing a crown crawled out of her body, Davos couldn't see his face clearly, it was a blurry black shadow, but when he stood up, Davos recognized him Come.

It was Stannis, and this crowned shadow was his king, the same build, the same face, even the same crown.

Davos only had time to look at him, and in an instant, he walked up the cliff.

He just felt like he had a nightmare at this moment, she gave birth to a shadow exactly like Stannis.Davos could even vaguely guess what the shadow was going to do.

After the shadow left her body, the red-robed witch sat slumped on the sand, she said hoarsely, "Please let me carry you to the boat, sir."

Davos moved his feet with difficulty. The woman in front of him made him feel terrified. This was an extremely weird power he had never heard of, just like when she killed the old scholar Cressen.

He had just walked to the side, but he heard Melisandre howl suddenly, it was a heart-piercing cry, Davos had only seen it on the faces of those whose hands and feet had been cut off.

Her body twitched, her whole body convulsed, her eyes were confused, she yelled all kinds of curses and screams, and suddenly her waist and abdomen stiffened, and she became silent.

Davos dragged her to the boat, and saw that it was the jewel on her breast that was shining.

He rewrapped Melisandre in a red robe, and the jewel had been shining for an unknown amount of time, and he steered the black-sailed boat away from the coast.

The sea breeze brushed against his face, he likes this kind of sea breeze, but at this moment, the sea breeze can hardly calm the calmness in his heart, he has been thinking about what it is.

She is not an onion, nor a pickled fish, she is Char's wizard.Davos finally knew why those people were terrified of her.

Yes, these so-called wizards and witches always have elusive means, and also have those scalp-numbing magic.

The high and sheer cliffs seemed flat to him, and Davos watched him gallop up.

He rowed and rowed until he met his audience, and it was still on his mind as he returned to his Black Bertha.

The Black Bertha responded to the fleet coming from behind. The commander of the fleet was Sir Imry Florent. This knight was the king's brother-in-law, but Davos believed that his ability was far inferior to Cole.

After the pre-war council that day, the king did not meet Cole and ordered him to stay at Storm's End.

With King's Landing within sight, Imry Florent ordered his fleet to march in ten attack lines towards the mouth of the Blackwater.

(End of this chapter)