The strong light disappeared and a strong wind blew again, and the Blue Dragon Sea Blade flapped its wings and hovered over the training ground.
A two-meter-diameter piece of ground struck by lightning has been scorched black, with black scorch marks extending radially outward from the periphery. Only Werther, standing in the center, is still standing upright.
There must have been magic damage, and his body was still very painful, but in order to be in front of his son, Werther relied on his body's defense and the healing magic hidden under the ground to withstand the lightning spewed by the dragon without moving, and also strengthened the strength of his head.
Defense magic preserved the hairstyle.
Sansa and Menedith, the two female court wizards of the Red Castle, strolled up to Margaery. They wanted to protect Margaery and wanted to see how Werther dealt with the dragon.
Werther, who never liked to talk in battle, gave up his principles, put his hands behind his back and talked to Lionel: "Give up the dragon's mobility and let it hover to attack. If you encounter a powerful mage or heavy crossbow, you
The dragon is gone!”
"It's none of your business how I fight with Sea Blade!" Now the prince couldn't listen to any words from Werther.
Werther decided to teach him a lesson, letting him know that dragons are not invincible. If he does this, the blue dragon will be killed by him sooner or later.
Slowly raising his head to look at the blue dragon, Witte deliberately used a low voice: "Even if the sea blade is the descendant of Aoda Weiying, do you think I dare to kill it?"
"Oops!" Lionel then remembered that his uncle Werther was a ruthless man who had killed four dragons. Even without armor or a giant sword, he was still an extremely dangerous person. He quickly shouted to the sky: "The sea blade is fast."
Fly away!"
"It's too late!" Witte stepped heavily on the ground with his right foot, and a thick icicle thrust out from the ground. Witte stood on the top of the icicle and headed towards the blue dragon.
At the same time, an ice flower burst out from under Lionel's feet, and a dozen ice spikes growing from the ground stuck him firmly.
The Blue Dragon Sea Blade began to flap its wings in an attempt to escape. Witte in mid-air cast spells with his left and right hands at the same time. The blood-red mage's hand on his left hand grabbed the blue dragon's chin, and the mage's hand on his right was inserted into the ground.
"Come down!" He clasped his hands in front of his chest, and the two strands of red magic on the left and right also contracted rapidly.
With a bang, the blue dragon, which was 30 meters long and had a wingspan of 40 meters, was knocked from the air to the ground by Witte, causing a burst of dust.
The dragon has huge inertia when flying normally, and apprentice-level magic such as the hand of the mage will definitely not be able to catch it. Coincidentally, it is hovering and flying. As long as the center of gravity is disturbed, the body will be unbalanced. Gravity plus magic, Witte used
With a quick stroke, he pulled it to the ground.
The height was not high. When it landed, the blue dragon's feet touched the ground first. It twisted its body twice and readjusted its posture. The dragon's head turned to Werther and was about to spit out lightning again, but Werther had already jumped towards it.
Werther leaped high with his head up and his feet down, and turned around in the air. Werther, who was wrapped in several layers of defensive magic, was no different than he was wearing armor. He hit its nose with a powerful punch with his right hand.
boom!
This punch turned Blue Dragon Hairen's head ninety degrees. The scale hit by the fist had been broken, and the lightning in its mouth was also scattered. Fortunately, its long neck could swing to cushion it, otherwise its cervical vertebrae would have been dislocated.
Ouch
The nose of an animal with a sensitive sense of smell is covered with sensory tissue. The more sensitive it is, the stronger the pain it will feel when attacked. The dragon made a sharp, rapid and whining sound like a puppy.
"Dragon!" Margaery was very nervous and couldn't help but hold Sansa's hand.
Sansa was also feeling uncomfortable at this time, and her emotions were fed back to her by Lady Direwolf. The direwolf following her saw the miserable state of her companion Seablade being beaten to the point of wailing, and was so frightened that he clamped his tail.
"Wow! Master Werther is so handsome!" Menedith was very happy. She danced excitedly next to her brother, Parmen Crane, the Kingsguard. If it weren't for the fact that no one in the audience cheered, she would have jumped up to cheer Werther.
After a successful blow, Werther stood behind Werther with his chest proudly raised, suddenly turned around, flicked the hem of his noble robe, and walked towards the prince with his hands behind his back.
The force is mutual. Without the dragon bone armor to absorb the force, the bones in the palm of Witte's right hand were also broken, and he was secretly healing with magic while hiding behind his back.
The hot dragon's blood dripped on the ground and emitted bursts of green smoke. The severe pain in the nose quickly spread throughout the body. The sea ninja's body twitched, and it took a while before he recovered.
ang The blue dragon roared throughout King's Landing, then raised his neck and ignored his nose, and the lightning gathered in his mouth again and prepared to attack Witte.
At this moment, Werther was standing in front of Lionel. The lightning attack would hit both of them at the same time. Either Werther would retreat. Of course, retreating was impossible.
The dragon's senses were turned on, and Werther's eyes turned into dragon eyes, turning his head to stare into Hairen's eyes.
Witte's vertical boy came from Aoda Weiying. When the Lightning Dragon Flame was half ready, the Blue Dragon Sea Blade quickly closed his mouth when he saw it and swallowed the lightning back into his mouth. In the current dragon family, Mother Ao
Daweiying represents supreme authority.
Ouch
Not sure if it was because his nose hurt again or something else, Hairen yelled and turned around and retreated to a corner of the training ground, where he lay down, sticking out his tongue and licking his nose non-stop, not daring to look at Witte anymore.
"Sea Blade!" Lionel shouted to the blue dragon, but received no response.
Werther: "Without the dragon, look at what you look like now. A few popsicles will stop you from moving. If I were really the enemy, the dragon would die, and so would you!"
"You!" Lionel twisted his body, and the long sword in his hand could not reach Werther, and he lowered his head in frustration.
"Calm down now!" After waiting for a while, Werther saw that he was no longer struggling: "Your Majesty the Queen, my training with the prince is over."
Margaery let go of Sansa's hand and ran towards her son quickly. Werther slowly stepped aside and began to remove the prince's magical restraints.
The ice spikes turned into broken ice and fell to the ground. Margery quickly held Lionel in her arms, took off his clothes and looked around: "Is there any injury?"
"Wow!" Lionel began to cry loudly in his mother's arms.
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Not long after, Renly and Loras, who were traveling, returned to the Red Keep. Lionel called Renly's father and Uncle Werther again in front of the four of them. Werther even noticed that the prince looked at him and Renly in the eyes.
With an extra hint of admiration and awe, I really don’t know how Margaery deceived him.
Time returns to the present, and the final team competition is about to begin.
Queen Margery and Prince Lionel stood up from the rostrum and walked to the handrail in front. The prince kept waving to the knights entering the arena.
The fully armed knights stepped over the spike-less horses at the gate, leaped diagonally, leapt, supported the pole with one hand, supported the pole with both hands, and performed all kinds of actions. Every knight in the field entered the scene and the audience applauded.
Cheers, the sound became louder and louder.
"Oh!" Even Margaery clapped happily. A knight in armor from the West kept spinning his legs on his horse, raising his hands to alternately support the legs he jumped over.
After spinning a few times, he raised his legs to the sky, pushed his body with both hands, and landed firmly on his feet after flying up.
The heavy armor made him very tired from these few movements, but his stunning performance won him applause from all the audience, including the queen. Breathing heavily, he kept saluting around. When he reached the chairman
In front of the stage, Margery picked up a flower from the table and threw it to him.
"I, Antano Just, am extremely grateful to be favored by Her Majesty the Queen!"
"Roar!" There was another burst of cheers. With Queen Margaery taking the lead, when he stood in the competition team, he, who had been married for a long time, also held a large bouquet of flowers in his hand.
Originally, applause and cheers were only the honor of the champion, and only a few of the hundreds of contestants could win this honor. Since William returned to the West after fighting with the knights, whenever these people participate in the tournament, they will imitate Werther's climb over the fence.
action entry.
Even though he didn't win the championship, he still had the opportunity to show his face, and his strong figure could even get a flower from the ladies! The older knights were mature and prudent, but the young people didn't care about this. This habit soon spread in the Western Territory and became
It became an optional event when entering the tournament, and spread from the Western Region to all parts of Westeros.
Werther's seat was in the corner of the rostrum, with Renly and Stannis sitting next to him. The conversation between the three gradually became quieter. The people next to him could only see their mouths open but could not hear the sound. Renly had turned on the mute magic.
"Witt, do you really want to start the Mage Tournament?" Renly knew that Werther had disapproved of it before and had been stalling for time.
Witte sat up straight: "The Green Seer started the inheritance, and he was the first to use the Three-Eyed Crow to inform me. But the information he brought was more than that, so I notified all the skinchangers across the continent to participate."
"Are there those things outside the Great Wall?" Renly was very nervous.
"White Walkers or vampires?" Stannis also asked, not knowing what Renly was talking about.
"The original tacit balance outside the Great Wall has been broken, and the Children of the Forest who defended the Green Seer have been attacked. The White Walkers have very high mobility riding on huge ice spiders, and the Children of the Forest suffered heavy casualties. These are not the Green Seers' sudden
Reasons to start a legacy.”
Witte stopped and looked at the two of them: "Don't announce what I'm going to say next to the public for the time being. It will cause panic."
Renly and Stannis looked at each other and nodded solemnly.
"It was the Green Seer who was seriously injured! He activated his prophecy ability to save the Children of the Forest. He came to the future time and space, and in the black pool covered with tentacles, he saw a huge humanoid monster holding a knight in his hand.
But the monster discovered the Green Seer in the void of time, raised the warhammer in his hand and hit the Green Seer hard."
Renly clenched his fists: "With the ability of the Green Seer, the inheritance will not be opened until death. Wirt, if you ask all the skinchangers to go to the North, do you know who the next Green Seer will be?"
Wirth: "He told me that it was Bran, Bran Stark, the youngest son of the Duke of Winterfell!"
"Is it inevitable that he will become a greenseer? What if he dies in the process?" Renly asked again.
Witte: "I don't know how to predict magic. I don't know if there are many possibilities. If the green prophet disappears completely or becomes a white ghost vampire, what will the world look like? Can we bet on an unknown outcome?
I can only trust him."
Bang! A golden dragon bounced off Stannis's finger and then fell into his palm: "They say I am the gambling king, but I feel that I have never gambled. Everything is destined."
Stannis held the golden dragon on his finger, and Werther and Renly saw that both sides of the golden dragon were embossed in the shape of dragons, without King Renly's head.
Renly: "If it's so important, will you follow him to protect Bran outside the Great Wall?"
"No, I will only send them to Castle Black. That is a test for the skinchangers. The Green Seer asked me not to leave the Great Wall." Werther shook his head.
"What is that giant monster?" Stannis asked.
Renly was shocked when he heard this: "Don't ask!"
There was a stabbing pain in Werther's head, and he spoke uncontrollably: "Molag Bal! And Hermaeus Mora!"
"Fuck!" Werther quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed directly into the palm of his hand.
At this time, Werther's left hand was inky black, and after the dagger pierced the palm, black viscous liquid flowed out from the wound. The liquid hung on the palm as thickly as asphalt, and as the lava-like light on the dagger flashed, the liquid on the palm
The black color shrank rapidly, and the black liquid also shrank back.
Pulling out the dagger and adding a healing spell, Werther's palm returned to normal.
"What's wrong with you? You haven't told me yet?" Stannis asked nervously. Werther might have been injured and kept it to himself.
Not to mention a magician, even a child of a few years old would know that something is abnormal when he sees the black state of his palm.
Witte waved his hand: "When I was in Meereen, in order to deal with Dunevir's consciousness-controlled dragon roar, I was forced to learn the same magic to control the opponent in exchange. This dragon's language magic was created by it. As long as you learn it, you can
I would become its slave. All these years I have resisted its encroaching control on my body.”
"Don't you mages firmly believe that magic can be decoded as soon as it is created?" Stannis has heard of this widely circulated method of magic.
Renly raised his finger to the sky: "If the spell caster is much stronger than you, even if you know how to break it, you won't have enough magic power to break through the spell."
Werther: "Stannis, do you remember those two names just now?"
"Ah? Let me think about it, what is it called Rag?" Werther immediately interrupted Stannis before he finished answering: "I don't remember exactly! Don't tell their names, these two are the real demons!"
"Demon?"
"Renly, please explain to him. When the Dragon Cult people arrive, I will go over there first." Witte put away the dagger and walked out of the silent magic circle.
A few years ago, the High Sparrow made a fool of himself, and Veidt accompanied him to cause the Seven Gods' reputation to plummet in Westeros. The Dragon Cult took advantage of that opportunity and began to spread in Westeros.
The High Sparrow was originally nailed to a wooden frame, but Werther's unremitting efforts kept him alive for two years! It wasn't until Werther got fed up that the mages withdrew, and the High Sparrow was freed. A few days later, he was separated by crows and mice.
The food left behind a withered skeleton.
His gray linen robe was in some tatters after being exposed to the sun and rain for a long time, plus the sweat and oil secreted by his body, but it was still worn on him.
After the death of the High Sparrow, his bones were taken away by several devout believers one night. Some said they were enshrined in the Seven-Star Church in Old Town, and some said his bones were buried on the highest mountain in the mainland. Werther
I quietly checked and these are all rumors.
The Dragon Cult honors Auda Weiying, a giant dragon that can fly everywhere, speak, and release magic that destroys the world and the world. It is more convincing than the seven illusory gods. In King's Landing, Stormland and Riverland
Already on par with the followers of the Seven Gods Religion.
Today is the inauguration ceremony of the temple in Lannister Port, and as a senior leader of the Dragon Cult, Witte is bound to attend.