Game of Thrones: Dragonborn Comes

Even though he was tall, Geralt was still a 13-year-old young man after all, and the mage's denial of San Lian completely annoyed him, so he walked towards the mage quickly.

The mage raised his hands to point at Geralt, the palms glowed red, and the magic power just started to gather, when a shriek sounded like a woman about to die.

Ya~~~!The ear-piercing scream disrupted the magic power in the mage's body, and the magic that was about to be fired was scattered into two balls of fireworks. When he recovered, Geralt's sword had already reached his neck.

There was a tingling pain in both ears, and the mage raised his hand to touch his right ear, and the bright red blood was all over his hands.

"Kraken Sword! You are Geralt!" The mage couldn't pretend any longer, and now he would be beheaded by this impulsive young man at any time: "If you kill people in our place without evidence and without trial, you will do the same Become a criminal! Geralt, lay down your arms and let's talk!"

Geralt calmed down after hearing his words, but the long sword was still on the opponent's neck: "Those female vampires are the proof! Six, how did they transform?"

"Archmage Werther has always been fair, even if you rely on your status as his adopted son, you can't mess around!" The mage stared at the smoky black long sword, still refusing to give in.

"It's not because of my status as an adopted son that I have achieved today and obtained the Siren Sword!"

After Geralt finished speaking, he raised the five fingers of his left hand and scratched the mage's face, a white light lit up: "I ask you to answer!"

"I know." The mage slowly lowered his hands, his eyes blurred.

Withdrawing his arm, Geralt began to ask, "Where did the female vampire come from?"

"My women come from all over the world. I only know that they are all transformed voluntarily." The mage still had a white light on his head.

"Transformed by which vampire?" Geralt decided that a vampire was developing offspring.

Mage: "There are no vampires."

"No vampires?" Geralt slapped him across the face. "Come out of stone?"

"Really not! Take them to the guest room upstairs, and they will be vampires when they come out. None of us mages have detected the reaction of undead creatures inside."

It seems that the mage is telling the truth, don't rely on biting to develop descendants?Geralt gritted his teeth. Sure enough, the skinning family had never done anything good.

"Let me ask you again, where do the vampire ashes sold come from?"

"Supplied by Lord Roose Bolton."

"The Dreadfort in the North!" Geralt was very surprised. "That means the female vampire and Ash here are two different suppliers?"

"I'm just a small manager, and I don't know much about the high-level operations. I only know that the female vampire captured by Duke Werther from outside the Great Wall was not executed in the Dreadfort, but Earl Roose Bolton bought other ashes for her. Robb on errand."

"Damn it!" Geralt began to worry that the Dreadfort might be full of vampires already.

boom!The blue wooden door outside the small hall was violently knocked open, and a dozen mages wearing various robes rushed in.

"Stop! Remove the magic!" The leader saw the white light on the mage's head.

"He has confessed to the crime of developing vampire descendants! There is still living evidence here. Will you surrender yourself to the Magic Management Committee, or will I take your heads?" Seeing so many mages coming in, Geralt stepped back a little step.

"White-haired boy, my name is Boll, and I'm the person in charge here!" A red and white poisonous snake with thick wrists was wrapped around this person.The snake's head was on his shoulder, facing Geralt with two fangs and a forked tongue.

"Pol, another false name, a hideaway villain!" Geralt began to observe him carefully.

With black hair and a long beard, a mage robe woven with gold thread, and a battle ax engraved with inscriptions in his hand, plus the poisonous snake on his body, he is a rich northern skinchanger.

"Are you southerners so rude?" Seeing Geralt's eyes, Pohl also activated the skinchanger ability, and his eyes gradually turned into vertical pupils like snakes.

"Only me!" Geralt withdrew his longsword as the opponent was outnumbered and the skinchanger was not easy to mess with.

"Geralt of Tyrosh, hehe, you dare to investigate deeply without knowing the strength of your opponent. Should I praise you for being brave, or for being young and ignorant?" As soon as Boer finished his sentence, the light on his shoulder The snake raised its head suddenly, and two tiny streams of venom shot out of its fangs and flew towards Geralt.

Hum~~ Geralt raised his arm, and a huge thrust was sent forward from his palm, pushing out the carpet, the furniture, the poison in the air and the dust on the ground.

"Damn it!" Before the smoke cleared, Geralt saw more than a dozen fireballs coming towards him through the dust.

Among them were ordinary fireballs and explosive fireballs, which were unavoidable in this narrow place, and Geralt could only hold up his magic shield to block them.

"Strange magic shield!"

Geralt's magic shield is different from other mages. It is a sphere that surrounds the whole body. The orange shield blocks all magic attacks, and even his clothes are not damaged.Pohl sighed involuntarily.

Fireballs continued to explode on the magic shield, round after round, and ice picks and lightning began to join in.

The color of Geralt's magic shield gradually faded, from orange to light yellow. Fighting magic power with a dozen magicians alone, even if he was two levels higher, he couldn't stand the consumption.

And the strongest skinchanger was standing still.Geralt looked over through the magic shield and saw that Bohr was looking at him with a smile, and the inscription on the battle ax in his hand was already glowing blue.

"I surrender!" Geralt yelled.

The magic was still attacking, and it wasn't until Bohr saw that the magic shield was about to shatter that he said: "Stop!"

As soon as the magic attack stopped, Geralt fell to the ground exhausted and gasped for breath.Two wizards came and undid his weapon, and placed the thick iron shackles on Geralt's hands and feet.Then a bunch of glass vials were found from Geralt, which were full of strange alchemy potions.

Bohr picked up the Siren Sword and began to play with it, without stopping: "Young man, when you are attacked by magic, you have many chances to crack it, but unfortunately you missed them all. You are still far from being able to be alone!"

Geralt lowered his head. He had fought against ordinary humans before, and he could easily win by relying on his magic.This was the first time he had faced the attacks of so many magicians in battle, and he had completely forgotten the skills he usually trained, and had been foolishly fighting magic with each other.

"Master Bohr, how should we deal with him? He is Werther's adopted son?" asked the mage covering his ears.

"There is a detection tower in the city of White Harbor, and the mage inside took our money. All you need to do is report the increase or decrease of vampires in the city. But the sudden disappearance of any human mage's reaction will lead to investigation, let alone Geralt. , let’s transport him out of the city first.”

Not dying right away, Geralt relaxed.

Now Pole's eyes turned yellow again.

Aww~~~ A long wolf howl penetrated the building and came here.

Geralt: "The Double!"

Pol held up a finger and waved it in front of Geralt's eyes.A small sharp-beaked head emerged from his pocket, it was a little raven whose feathers hadn't fully grown yet could not fly.

"By the way, we also arrested your three fellows who were about to freeze to death. Fortunately, you are still Werther's adopted son. You are happy with women inside but let your subordinates suffer from the cold outside. It is completely out of your adoptive father's style."

Geralt became anxious and roared, "Who the hell are you!"

The Three Shapes of the natural magic faction, apart from factors such as illiteracy training and injuries, their theoretical strength should be similar to that of Keben, and it is impossible to be unknown.

Pohl pinched Geralt's chin with his callused palm, and his two equally peculiar eyes looked at each other: "Take me as an idiot and tell you his real name! Shut his mouth and take him away!"

~~~

White Harbor has two major port areas, the larger one is for seagoing vessels, and the other is smaller for inland river vessels.

Early the next morning, a group of magicians boarded the boats that entered the White Knife.

A dozen city defense troops belonging to the Earl of Mandalay were inspecting the cargo on the ship one by one, and several tax officials were chatting with Boer and other magicians on the deck.

"Geralt! Why didn't the guard respond?"

Bronn kept hitting the iron cage with the shackles on his hands, the sound was very loud, but the soldiers in front of him turned a blind eye to it.

"We set up a magic circle around this iron cage to isolate all sounds, and all the soldiers saw was a pile of rotten wood." Geralt's limbs were tightly chained to the iron frame.

"Aren't you a magician too? Think of a way!" Sandor's deep voice came from the side. He was too tall, so he enjoyed the same treatment as Geralt and was locked on another iron frame.Only the thin Bolong and the thin Jia Kun were able to move around in the iron cage wearing shackles.

"Come, come, look at my lock, it's made of fine steel! Before I can destroy it with magic, I myself was killed by magic!" Only now did Geralt understand what General Werther said, the magician Not everything.

Jia Kun sat cross-legged on the ground: "Will they execute us after leaving the city?"

Bronn didn't answer him, but yelled at Geralt: "You horse rider, you only took twenty golden dragons, and the three of us took our lives!"

Geralt shrugged: "Save some energy, maybe you can find a chance to fight."

Chapter 360 The Seventh Inheritance Opens

Sandor and Geralt were chained to an iron frame, and Bronn and Jia Kun were locked in an iron cage.Geralt's face seemed calm, but he was extremely regretful in his heart, regretting that he shouldn't have acted like a hero and waded into this muddy water.The other three have long been used to seeing life and death, and have already started chatting aside.

"Shut up, someone is coming in!"

Before the ship started, there were dense footsteps in the dark bottom cabin.Hearing that the voice was coming towards the four people, they immediately silenced and looked up at the upper partition.

"There seems to be a cabin above our heads, and someone lived in it." Sandor the Hound only spoke when the footsteps gradually faded away.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? This ship has only two floors. Could it be that they are crowded together with us and the cargo?" As soon as Bronn finished speaking, there were rattling sounds from all parts of the ship.

"Let's sail! Hey Geralt! Are you saying they're going out of town to kill us?"

Only Geralt's special eyes could see the pitch-black bilge, and he looked up at Bronn: "I won't kill us."

"Are you so sure? Don't kill us, are you going to treat us well?" According to Bronn's understanding, killing people outside the city will destroy the corpses.

Geralt looked at them: "You're thinking too much, they're selling vampire ashes, they should take us to a secret place, transform into vampires first, then kill and sell ashes."

"I hate vampires!" Sandor struggled violently while yelling, but the iron lock did not budge.

Jia Kun, who never talked much, walked to the side of the iron cage: "You are the adopted son of Duke Werther, so they shouldn't dare to kill you, or do you have a backup and let them catch you on purpose?"

"I'm sorry, I overestimated myself! This time I came alone and there was no rescue." Geralt smiled wryly.

"I didn't expect us to die so aggrieved!"

Several people fell silent.

The boat sailed for two days. During this period, the four were only fed a few pieces of black bread. They barely moved except for eating, and planned to save their energy to find a chance to fight to the death.

"There's movement up there!" Geralt said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Bronn heard nothing.

"My senses are sharper than normal. Someone is talking upstairs in the cabin, please keep your voice down." Geralt closed his eyes and focused on his ears.

The sound is not from the top of the head, but from the side of the top of the head.Someone was running, followed by a conversation between two men, one of whom was the Three Shaped with three animals, and another voice that Geralt heard for the first time.

"Pol, urgent message, we have to change our route to Winterfell." The voice was a man in his 20s.

"What's the matter? You're so flustered, you've always been calm!" This was Pol's voice.

"You may not have noticed that you were busy escorting the goods, but I received a letter from King's Landing this morning. Don't be scared when I tell you!"

"Hehe, what else can scare me?" Then there was the sound of pouring wine.

Geralt analyzed that the two should be friends or cooperation.

"Duke Werther issued an announcement to all magicians in the name of the Chief Archmage: The inheritance of the Green Seer has begun! Any skinchanger magician who has time can go outside the Great Wall."

The voice paused: "Ed Stark also issued a recruitment order in the name of the Duke of Winterfell in the north. All the skinchanger mages will gather in Winterfell first, and then go to the dangerous Great Wall together."

"Then who is the next Green Prophet?" Bohr asked everyone's most concerned question.

"Neither Werther nor Ed made any explanation, maybe they don't know. I think this is deliberately arranged by the Green Prophet, so that everyone thinks that they are the lucky ones, so they can unite and go outside the Great Wall."

"Apart from the apprentices, there may be more than 100 skinchangers gathered in Winterfell this time. Do you want to go too?" Pol asked.

"Of course I'm going, and I even made a special trip to inform you. The stronger the skinchanger, the closer to the Green Prophet's inheritance. You, a three-shape person, are favored by many people."

There was no sound for a while, and Geralt guessed that Bohr was considering gains and losses. "Go! Maybe this is the only chance I have in my life, what if it's really me! I can even be on an equal footing with Werther, haha." Pohl started laughing wildly.

"What about the four people in the cabin? Werther's adopted son is still inside, it will be a big trouble if we don't get rid of them!"

"When we get to Seven City, those three ordinary people will be transformed into vampires and killed immediately. I don't care what Geralt does. Someone will take over." Bohr and his superiors.

Geralt stopped talking when he heard what the two said, and the two walked out of the cabin to communicate with other mages.

"One piece of good news, one piece of bad news."

"Hey young man, don't be fooled at this time, just say it quickly." Sandor was impatient.

Geralt: "The bad news is that the three of you and I are probably going to be executed. The good news is that they're going to take us somewhere in Seven City. We probably have a week to live."

"It seems to be good news. Maybe we can find a chance to escape." Several people were unwilling to die like this.

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At the same time that the four of Geralt could only eat one piece of black bread a day, Werther in the western region put a piece of honey-baked swan meat into his mouth, and the gravy overflowed with sweetness.

"This is a swan I caught with my own hands, and I also cooked it for you. How does it taste?" A beautiful blonde woman sitting next to Werther asked.

The woman wore a gorgeous long dress embroidered with golden lions, her figure was bumpy, and her blond hair curled up on her head indicated that she was already a married woman, but Werther put his hands on her head and rubbed her blond hair regardless: "If you have nothing to do, please tell me, if you have anything to ask me."

"How decent is it in the public!" Nymeria, who was sitting next to her, kicked Werther under the table: "Rosa has a thin skin, I guess she wants to ask why the promised gift hasn't been received yet."

The blond woman is Werther's fourth personal disciple, Rosamund Lannister. Today is the third day after her wedding with William Lannister. Several people are sitting on the rostrum of the tournament outside Lannister Harbor. .

It was lunchtime, and King Renly and William the New Long, and other elderly nobles had gone into the city to eat, and some young people were still walking around the tourney hall.The Werther family was left behind by the bride Rosamund to eat here. There were no guards around, only a few maids holding dinner plates.

"Haha, didn't I give a gift money at the wedding a few days ago?" Werther pretended not to know.

"On my 10th birthday, you promised to give me a gift when I got married." Tears began to roll in Rosamund's eyes.

She always kept in her heart what Werther promised when she was a child. No matter how valuable the thing was, it was a promise made by her most respected master. Now that it came to nothing, Rosamund felt extremely sad.

"I also heard it at the time, you are so heartless that you even want to pay off your little apprentice! Little Rosa, don't cry." After Nymeria finished speaking, she took out a handkerchief from her bosom and held Rosamund's face Carefully wipe the tears off her face.

"You're married and you're young Rosa!" Werther complained and said to Rosamon, "Be careful of Nymeria's tricks on your body!"

Hearing Werther's words, Nymeria hugged Rosamund into her arms: "I'm done, what can you do?"