Legend of the Dragon King of Ice and Fire

Eili pointed out with some doubts: "Your Majesty, there is no sedan chair in the team. Prince Don will take the sedan chair when he travels. Maybe I guessed it wrong. Cui Dance Martel is not opposite.

Zhuo Ge looked carefully.

Sure enough, this kid was right.

But he will not take it out of context:

"Doran Martel always travels in a sedan chair because he is over fifty and suffers from gout, so we can't make generalizations."

Eili panicked: "Your Majesty is right, I was rash."

This servant revealed a silly air from the inside out, and Tyrion felt a little bit frustrated. After all, he was the banner officer he highly recommended.

He whispered: "If you can't speak, just shut up!"

"Yes, my lord."

Ai Li said aggrievedly, and closed his mouth obediently.

Almost all of Dorne's main force, except for the Elenwood family, died in Yangjian City.

Therefore, in the face of the resistance of the six major families, Zhuo Ge is ninety-nine percent sure to win.

"Flag forward," he ordered, "Go meet them."

Drogo kicked his horse and marched. Old Mosuo and Tyrion lined up on both sides and followed closely.

After discovering their actions, the Dorn people also speeded up the gallop, and the flags fluttered in the wind.

On the intricately carved saddle hung their favorite round iron shield, the short spear used for binding and throwing, and the double-arc Dorn bow they used to ride on horses.

King Darren I recorded that the Dorn people were divided into three major ethnic groups: the "salt people" who lived by the sea, the "sand people" who lived in the deserts and narrow river valleys, and the "stone people" who lived in the mountains and passes of the Crimson Mountains.

The "Salt Man" and the Royna are the worst mixed, while the "Stone Man" basically maintains the local style.

This time, the three major ethnic groups in Dorn's team were all present.

They have obvious characteristics: the "salt people" are soft and dark, with smooth olive skin and long black hair wafting in the wind.

The "sand men" are even more dark. They can't bear the strong sunlight from Dorn, so they are used to wearing bright long scarves on their helmets.

The "Stone Men" are the best and most beautiful among the three. They are descendants of the Andals and their ancestors. They have brown hair or blond hair, but their faces are slightly rough due to the sunshine of Donne.

The leading aristocrats wore silk or satin robes, long sleeves fluttering, jewel belts tied around their bodies, and armors were densely decorated or inlaid with polished copper plates, shiny silver and red soft gold.

The horses that straddle are some maroon red, some golden, and some are as white as snow. All of them are slender and quick, with slender necks and nice curves.

The Shama born in the Dorn Desert may be smaller than the horses in other places, and naturally cannot support the whole body armor, but it is said that they can run for two days and one night without feeling tired.

The opponent leader rode a charcoal-black steed, but the temples and tail were flaming red. Zhuo Ge saw at a glance that his horse was not a sand horse, but a famous horse produced in the north.

The rider is tall, slender and graceful, and goes well with his mount.

A light red silk robe was fluttering around his shoulders, and his shirt was decorated with layers of copper sheets, and he galloped up like thousands of bright new copper plates glowing.

The front of the tall gilded helmet is decorated with a copper sun, and a round shield hangs from the horse's back. The polished surface is decorated with the golden gun Guanri family crest of the Martell family.

The most conspicuous was a huge sword with a pale body that looked like milky glaze in his hand.

Oberon Martell, who was thirty years younger, thought to Drogo as he reined in his horse.

The man was not thin and thin like Daolang, but he looked a lot like him.

Seeing His Majesty’s eyes fixed on the giant sword, the little demon whispered to him: "Your Majesty, the giant sword in that man’s hand is the "Dawn Sword" Arthur Dane’s saber "Dawn", and it’s Dane. The family’s handed down artifact is forged from an iron meteorite, and its sharpness is comparable to the Valyrian steel sword! There is also a legend that Dawn may be the light messenger of Azor Yahai!"

Cao muttered: "It is said that only Arthur Dane is qualified to master the white sword, a giant sword comparable to Valyrian weapons. Is it a pity to hold it in the hands of a hairy boy?"

Tyrion hurriedly slapped a fart: "Your Majesty, it will be yours soon, because only you are qualified to master the dawn."

Cao really likes: "The Lightbringer, I am very interested. It is also good as a collection."

Zhuo Ge guessed that it was the opponent he was going to face: "The one who imitates the red viper dress should be Tridance Martel."

He nodded to the old Mosuo, his Kou knowingly asked, "The Dornsha snakes on the opposite side, who is the Prince Dorn who has just died of his wife?"

As soon as he said this, the faces of the little devil and the handsome man opposite turned black.

Which pot is not open and which pot is to be lifted!

Female horses, these two can be said to be enemies!

The Dornes thought that the little devil insulted and killed his own niece, and Tridance Martel had no reason to be ignorant.

The extraordinary young man shouted angrily: "The horse thief from the wild east dare to humiliate me. Be careful that I cut your tongue!"

By saying this, it was enough to prove his identity and entice everyone to look at him.

The Dothraki opened his eyes wide, as if looking at a delicious lamb.

Cui Sidan felt the murderous aura coming in, and wanted to raise Dawn with one hand to point directly at the enemy, but he didn't seem to have that strength.

That red face, I really don’t know if it was flushed with anger or suffocated?

"Come and cut if you have the ability. I am looking forward to cutting off your head, then loading it on the trebuchet, and throwing it into your doghouse!"

Old Mosuo was a militant, and he hasn't changed since he was a child. When it comes to hacking, he gets excited.

Cui Sidan seems to be very educated: "Remember your words, don't let me catch you!"

"Okay, what the mouth says is not as real as it is done."

Zhuo Ge reminded Old Mosuo that he was a person who likes to be quiet, and he was not the kind of mediocre king like Joffrey Baratheon, and he didn't have the temperament of a king.

"Tristan Martel, you should be right when I call you that. You have assembled a miscellaneous army of less than five thousand, so you dare to provoke me Drogo?"

The Barbarian King didn't show any face, but he was right.

Tristan Martel is here to stop him. He needs Liwei. He wants to prove that he is no worse than his brother.

If he wins this war, he will be Don's hero and absolute ruler.

He was very excited: "Stop talking nonsense, how can our warriors in Dorn be afraid of you, a wild horse? Without the dragon's power, would you still want to do whatever you want in Dorn?"

The prince's words won a lot of applause, and the Dorn people like such courageous people.

"Sure enough, without the dragon, some small shrimps dare to jump in front of me. I really don't know if they are stupid or brave? Those desperadoes of free trade city-states dare not be so arrogant!"

The chill on Zhuo Ge's face is getting stronger and stronger. Cui Sidan wants to prove himself, and he wants to kill the chicken and the monkey so that they can understand how terrifying the strongest Kao is!

"Snowball, Roman goes out!"

"Wow!"

A roar of beasts resounded around one league, and the horses on both sides were frightened and twisted uncomfortably.

"Hey, Hey..."

The snowball's hair exploded, and roared out of the crowd ~www.novelmtl.com~ and stood at the forefront of the team, dripping with a halazi and staring at Tristan Martel.

"What kind of monster is that!"

"I have never seen such a huge lion!"

"Oh my God, your eyes are actually blood red!"

.......

What is shock, this is it!

The snowball continued to show off its power. It used its hind legs to kick and bounce, and the scraped sand directly concealed the little devil's figure.

"Cough cough cough!"

Tyrion Lannister coughed violently, feeling like he was suffocating.

"Damn stinky lion, give me time to die!"

"Roar!"

Being scolded, Xueqiu turned around and roared towards Shawu very humanely.

As a result, the targeted little demon horse was over-frightened, raised his front hoof, and directly overturned the dwarf on his back.

"boom!"

Tyrion, who was deep in the sand, was very embarrassed. He thought that he had lost such a big face just as soon as he sat on the throne of the former prime minister, and he could bear it.

The little devil's brain heated up, he drew his sword, got up and rushed towards the bloodstained white lion.

As a result, Roman, who was squatting on the ground gnawing the leg of lamb, pushed aside, and fell obliquely with a dog gnawing shit.

Upon seeing this, Zhuo Ge couldn't help but shook his head.

The giant stood up, separated Karratha who was in the way directly and strongly, and instantly captured the eyes of all enemies.

Roman carried a hammer that could smash an elephant in Huolan, and stomped the ground to the center of the confrontation between the two armies.

The white lion resembling a buffalo is scary enough. When the Dornians saw the giant they needed to look up to, they were scared.

They trembled.

They don't know what kind of white lion it is, but no one has never heard of the legend of giants that can enter the land of no one in the army of ten thousand people.

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