Legend of the Dragon King of Ice and Fire

Creo felt that something shattered the organ between his ribs like a stone thrown by a trebuchet.

The irresistible force forced the blood out of his body, causing his mouth and nose to burst out with blood, causing him to stagger back several steps.

Sir Clio sat half-up and leaned against the window edge, feeling breathless.

Bolong was so surprised by the sudden change, he looked around, trying to find the root cause of the change.

The arrow that pierced the heart almost sank the feathers into Clio's chest.

He murmured to Bolong, "Why are you doing this!?"

Blood oozes from the hilt of the arrow, and he doesn't want to die just like that.

Bolong's head was buzzing now, he vaguely guessed who it was, but he couldn't say it for a while.

He can only shake his head.

"Bolong."

Creo begged in a low voice, bewildered.

"My lord, please help me, help me..."

Then he saw Bolong sitting in the chair again, as if he was sure of something, his panic had disappeared, he looked at him with a complicated expression, and he picked up the jug and poured himself a glass of wine.

It was like admiring a beast whose throat had been cut.

But his hands were trembling slightly, indicating that he wanted to calm himself down with strong alcohol.

He was about to fall asleep, Bolong thought.

Watching him open his mouth and talk, but he is like a throat.

He wanted to guard, Bolong knew.

The golden robes I should send to him are all his subordinates.

"Who is it? You are a sparrow?" Creo asked suddenly, obviously not Bolong.

"The sparrow is in King's Landing."

A very familiar voice answered.

Standing in the shadow by the wine cabinet, the man was round, white face, round shoulders, soft powdered hands holding each other, silk slippers wrapped his feet, and at the same time absorbed the sound of the floor.

Until now, Clio didn't find him.

And Bolong, who was more conscious than him, spotted the man earlier than him.

He didn't have a crossbow in his hand, and the murderer was not him, but someone else.

When the man pushed open the concealed hall door, Bolong was so frightened that he jumped up and looked alert.

But Clio's eyes widened. His response was not lower than that of the Earl of Blackwater Bay, but he was already unable to move quickly.

The deputy commander of Jinpaozi looked at the person holding the giant bow of the keel, and his stiff face appeared incredible.

His face was resolute and stern, and his eyes were black and icy like agate, at least two heads higher than the tallest Bolong present.

He has the typical bronze skin and black almond eyes of the Dothraki. He should be no more than thirty years old, but he does not have a beard on his face. He holds a bone bow in his hand and carries a glazed giant sword on his back.

Clio was shocked: "Dothraki!"

Varys walked out of the shadows and announced to him in a high-pitched and sweet voice: "He is the strongest Kao of Dothraki Caohai, the king of the Andals, the Loina and the "Ancestors", and the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. The guardian of the whole realm, the husband of Daenerys, the father of Dragon, and the father of Dragon, the princess of Longshidao'Born in the Storm' Daenerys!

"Zhuo, Zhuo Ge!"

In Creo's imagination, Zhuo Ge's braids should be black and shiny like the midnight sky, and look heavy, with many small metal bells tied to them, which shook as he moved.

His long hair was over his waist and over his hips, and the end flicked his thighs.

But the giant in front of him has no hair at all.

Whenever the Dothraki were defeated in battle, they cut off their braids to show their disgrace, so that the whole world would know their shame.

It is said that Zhuo Gokao has never lost a battle in his life, and he can be called the rebirth of Dragon King Aegon.

In any case, height will not deceive, except for Magic Mountain, Clio has never seen such a tall and mighty person.

So he chose to believe Varys's words, this person is the famous Zhuo Gokao.

Many people told him how handsome, tall and fierce Cao is, and how he never feared on the battlefield, saying that he is not only the best rider ever, but also a demon-like marksman.

This powerful arrow through the heart proved Zhuo Ge's image.

Polon wanted to ask why Zogo appeared here instead of staying in Wind's Breath, ready to meet Lannister's onslaught, or face the divine punishment from the deep sea.

But the more he looked at Cao, the more he felt frightened, making him feel that silence was golden at this time.

"why?"

Creo asked the three of them.

Varys said coldly: "Because you are very unlucky, you came at the wrong time and became our blocker, so you must die!"

When the words were cold, Zhuo Ge's eyes were even colder, staring at Creo intuitively and his whole body was cold.

"I have children, and I have a wife, oh Aiana, I can't die!"

Pain swept through, he closed his eyes and opened again.

"There were two hundred Lannister guards in this castle."

"But none of them are in this hall, thank goodness, it makes me thankful, sir, you will die alone in such a dark and dark room."

Varys was very indifferent.

"There are many people like you, good people who are fighting for the wrong cause. You choose the wrong target for allegiance. You want Lannister to rule the seven kingdoms and destroy the power of the church. So your ending will be because of your choice. Destined."

A burst of heart palpitations hit ~www.novelmtl.com~ Creo shivered violently.

"Do you feel cold, sir?"

Varys asked.

"Damn the Dothraki people, **** Bologna, and **** you, the eunuch!"

Sir Clio cursed angrily, and he tried to stand up, but power was flowing away from him.

He almost couldn't feel his legs anymore.

"Killing the heart, Zhuo Gokao is as brave as the legend, I think our little princess has chosen the right person."

Creo and Bolong asked: "Little princess?"

Varys admired.

"Yes, my little princess, that is an absolutely beautiful person. She has an unparalleled face, and her small body contains the power of a real dragon!"

Zhuo Ge, who has been silent all the time, seconded: "Well, her beauty is unparalleled!"

Bolong instantly guessed who the little princess was in the mouth of the eight-claw spider.

"Varys, you, you are talking about Daenerys Targaryen!"

Varys nodded with a smile.

Then continue to insert the knife into Creo's chest.

"My lord, your people will think that the sparrow killed you, and you will not be in peace, because you will not get people’s remembrance, suspicion, disagreement, and mistrust that will eat away the rule of your boy king. At the same time, with a wave of the Dragon King's banner, the lords of the whole country will gather around him, which means that the Dragon King will overthrow Lannister's rule!"

Bolong felt that this passage was also warning him.

No one cared about Clio's life or death.

Zhuo Ge also shifted his gaze and fixed it on Varys.

He asked with interrogation: "The Dragon King in your mouth refers to me Zhuo Ge, or my wife Daenerys, or which Aegon VI who has died in the heart of sadness?"