Legend of the Dragon King of Ice and Fire

"Dothraki!"

The one-eyed man's gaze solidified, and he muttered.

Stormfield is the territory of the Dothraki people, and their presence here is not too abrupt.

What was abrupt was that man's sturdy and tall body, fighting against the magic mountain.

The most obtrusive thing was the beast he sat down. They had never experienced this kind of unbreathable pressure.

"Bloodstained White Lion, that is Zoge's mount!"

The big man pointed out, and he realized the identity of the giant.

"Zuo Ge, he is undoubtedly Zhuo Ge, except for those giants, no one is as tall as him!"

Zhuo Ge felt that those people did not have eyesight, but that the image of him and the white lion was unique.

They stared at Zhuo Ge, and Zhuo Ge was also staring at them. He didn't take the initiative to speak because he had no reason to speak.

They didn't know his plan, but Kao knew their purpose from the river to the storm.

Seeing Zhuo Ge's calmness, the people of the Brotherhood without Flags felt that it should be the default.

A king would walk alone in the wilderness, which made them very puzzled.

But they are even more puzzled that Zhuo Ge appeared here deliberately?

Still unintentionally?

But only the one-eyed people have different ideas from them, he likes to blend into the breath of dawn.

He stepped forward two steps alone, and asked in surprise: "What kind of sword do you have on your back?"

That sword made him have an urge to worship, causing him to be the only person in this group who had no intention of killing Zhuo Ge.

Zhuo Ge said solemnly: "Call it Dawn, or Light Messenger!"

"Dawn! The legacy of the Dain family's oath-keeping sword!"

"The light messenger used by Azor Yahai!"

According to legend, they easily associate these two different names together.

"Look at the white hilt like glass, it's not wrong, it's Arthur Dane's saber!"

"If he is really Zhuo Ge, then the Great Sword of Dawn is in his hands for sure, but the light messenger's words..."

The uncertainty of the legend makes the companion question, but the one-eyed man is convinced.

"I can feel the turbulent heat of that sword, that kind of breath can't be wrong, and the strange ghost will turn into powder under that sword!"

The red-robed monk began to chatter again.

Everyone didn't care much about what he said, but they were very interested in Zhuo Ge's purpose here.

If they have a choice, they don't want to be an enemy of him.

Because the white lion scared them.

Compared with the sword, they are more willing to believe that the heat they feel comes from the bloodstained white lion.

As for Zhuo Ge, they think it can be easily solved.

Because they don't think Kao looks like a fighter.

Every knight has scars from battle, and those wounds represent glory.

Zhuo Ge seemed strong and unmatched, but he didn't have any scars on his body.

This makes them suspect that Kao is inconsistent with the legendary God of War, and that he is just a pampered superior.

Zhuo Ge didn't know what they thought, but he despised them.

The one-eyed man suddenly said: "You are the one chosen by Rahlo."

The believers of Lahlo will not ignore the Light Messenger, Zhuo Ge can be sure of this.

Others might not know the one-eyed man in red robe, but he faintly guessed it.

That guy should be a close friend of the Lightning King, the red-robed monk Soros who believes in the Lord of Light Rahlo.

And Zhuo Ge knew that he had a strange ability similar to Melisandro.

For example, he can resurrect the Lightning King with a kiss of fire, which also makes Don Delien considered to be immortal.

And he can also absorb the vitality of the Lightning King to resurrect Caitlin Tully.

That was the guy who was blessed by Lakhlo. Among those people, Zogo paid the most attention to Soros.

After a moment of silence, a gray-haired, hare-lipped old man asked, "Dare to ask Zhuo Gokao's purpose here?"

Zhuo Ge faintly replied: "It's just passing by."

Suddenly, Mrs. Shi Xin started talking dumb again.

One-eyed man translated: "We are looking for a girl, a fourteen-year-old aristocratic girl with blue eyes and maroon hair."

Zhuo Ge said in a daze, "Uh, Sansa Stark, right? I rescued Rams Bolton from her hand, and now she is on her way to Winterfell."

Madam Shi Xin's remnant body began to tremble, and her lips were shaking silently.

The one-eyed man asked: "You, what you said is true?"

Zhuo Ge thinks they are very boring, a little bit of knowingly asking.

"There is no doubt that since you can find the whereabouts of Lyman Frey, you must have known the whereabouts of Madam Shi Xin's beloved daughter."

Soros continued to translate Caitlin's words.

"Madam said, she doesn't believe you, because there is more blood on your hands than anyone else."

"I don't want to explain, I don't need to lie."

Zhuo Ge felt the killing intent and slowly pulled out the dawn on his back.

The big man squinted and said, "Sansa is in your hands. We need you to cooperate with our actions."

Zhuo Ge's expression became cold, and he said solemnly: "You want to take me hostage, you don't have the ability!"

A bandit stepped forward. He was a young man wearing a greasy sheepskin jacket.

"This sword can prove that he is talking big."

With a blunt northern accent, he pulled the sword out of its sheath and held it in front of Madam Shi Xin as a gesture.

Under the fire light, the ripples of the steel sword seemed to tremble endlessly, but the gray-clothed woman's eyes were only staring at Zhuo Ge, and the ruby ​​eyes were shining like two red stars~www.novelmtl.com~ The gray-clothed woman did not answer.

Finally, he reached under his chin and grabbed his neck, as if he was about to strangle himself.

She spoke, her voice intermittent, tortured, it seemed to come from the throat, hoarse and gasping, much like the throat sound before death.

That was the language of the cursed, she was talking to me, Zhuo Ge thought.

"I don't understand, what is she talking about?"

Seeing Zhuo Ge frowning, the young Northlander wearing a sheepskin jacket said helplessly: "Madam said you are exuding the blood of a skinner, so she thinks you may not be our enemy, she just wants to let You hand over her daughter."

Despite reading countless people, Zhuo Ge felt that Caitlin's appearance at this time was even more hideous than a strange ghost, which made him very uncomfortable.

He said impatiently: "I said, Sansa Stark has already gone to the north, I don't want to pester you, I just want to tell you that we are indeed friends and not enemies, and Sansa Stark has surrendered. For me, I will be the future king of the north and guardian of the whole world!"

Zhuo Ge's strength came from his heart, and he didn't think these people would be his opponents.

Even if they have more than twenty people.

The grey woman hissed between her fingers.

Her eyes were like two red coals burning in the shadows. She spoke again.

"After the death of Duke Ed, the Stark family will no longer surrender to anyone. Your words make her very disturbed. She has reason to believe that you didn't treat her daughter kindly and made Sansa surrender against her will."

Indeed, let Sansa surrender because she had no choice.

But Zhuo Ge didn't hurt her, but he felt that he couldn't explain it clearly with the monster.

So he said: "Get out of my sight, or die, you choose the same!"

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