Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Even until he was carried up into the night sky by Viserion, Tyrion Lannister still couldn't believe that all of this was true.

Caesar didn't lie. Do I really have Targaryen blood in my body?

Tyrion had also heard some rumors about Mad King Aerys being obsessed with his mother.

It is said that on the day of Lord Tywin's wedding, the Mad King openly declared at the wedding banquet that it was a huge regret to dethrone the right of first night.

Later, the break between Duke Tywin and the Mad King was also related to this.

Of course, these are all wild speculations, and there has never been any solid evidence that the Mad King had an affair with the Duchess.

But now, Tyrion finally realized that he was the tangible evidence.

He is actually the bloodline of the Mad King!

At this moment, Tyrion didn't even know whether to cry or laugh, or finally feel relieved that he had not become a patricide after all.

Perhaps this can also explain why he has had a morbid fascination with dragons since he was a child.

When he first visited King's Landing to attend the wedding of his sister Cersei and King Robert, he made up his mind to see the dragon skulls hanging in the throne room.

Unfortunately, these skulls have been replaced by exquisite murals by the new king.

Tyrion, who was unwilling to give up, found these skulls in the dank secret passage. At that time, he held a torch and stood looking at these dark and shiny bones for several hours.

Imagine the scene where the magic dragon spreads its wings, flies in the sky, and sprays fire.

He even imagined that he could ride on the back of a dragon.

That way, even if he is a stunted, deformed and twisted dwarf, he can look down on the whole world!

But now, he was actually riding on the back of the demon dragon.

Even if he is about to face an extremely terrifying enemy, Tyrion has no fear.

He was even extremely lucky to be able to realize his biggest childhood dream before he died.

Moreover, as a dragon knight, Tyrion died in the battle to defend King's Landing, and Tyrion felt that he had no regrets in dying.

Perhaps thousands of years later, his name will still be sung by bards.

When he thought of this, Tyrion felt as if a fire was burning in his chest, almost ready to burst out and burn everything.

So, he stood up on the dragon's back, held up the dragon crystal spear, and roared:

"Charge! Viserion, charge!"

When the golden dragon heard the master's order, it immediately flapped its wings and accelerated sharply.

Due to inertia, Tyrion stumbled and almost became the first dragon knight to fall off the dragon's back and fall to his death.

"Targaryen is still smart, he should get a dragon saddle!" Tyrion climbed on the dragon's back again, muttering, but his movements were much more honest.

At this time, he also saw that the ice dragon just flew over the Prime Minister's Tower and let out a roar.

Ice blue breath poured down and bombarded the tower.

Boom!

This tall tower, which has experienced more than two hundred years of wind and rain, let out an overwhelmed wail.

The next second, the Prime Minister's Tower was broken in half under the horrified eyes of everyone.

Rumble——

Half of the tower's spire, which was frozen into a huge lump of ice, hit the ground hard, kicking up a large amount of ashes and dust, as well as countless crushed corpses.

At this moment, Tyrion suddenly arrived driving Viserion.

"Bite its wings!"

There is a tacit understanding between the dragon and the dragon knight that cannot be described in words, so even if they had just reached a partnership, Viserion immediately understood the master's intention, pounced on the ice dragon, opened his huge mouth and bit it He hit the opponent's left wing as thin as ice crystals.

Kaka——

The ice dragon's translucent wings seemed to be its weakness, cracking into lines under Viserion's bite.

But this also angered the ice dragon.

It suddenly turned its thick and long neck like a python, opened its huge mouth, and then blew out blue breath at the golden dragon.

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Even if Tyrion was hiding behind the golden dragon, he could still feel the chill that penetrated his bones. No matter how thick the wool coat he wore, he couldn't stop its invasion.

Almost instantly, Tyrion was frozen.

Fortunately, Viserion came to his senses and breathed fire at the ice dragon's head.

Frost and flames were like two brightly colored water guns, violently colliding together in mid-air.

The aftermath of the battle that spread out gave the surrounding soldiers a taste of ice and fire.

"Spread out! Spread out!"

Ser Noah Rowan swung his sword to scatter the soldiers.

In the war between the giant dragon and the ice dragon, it is difficult for humans to intervene.

After all, the dragons are so big that humans are like ants in front of them, and their swords and spears are no different than toothpicks and needles.

The only weapon that can threaten the dragon is the giant crossbow equipped at the top of the city.

However, the effect of the previous hit did not seem to be ideal, and the dragon and the ice dragon were fighting together, and it was easy to accidentally fire the crossbow.

At this time, the only thing the defenders in the Red Keep can do is to help clean up the corpses created by the ice dragon's breath.

And in the night sky, Tyrion was riding on the back of a dragon, and his body was shaking violently as the dragon fought, and his body was almost falling apart.

He could even hear his own bones creaking under the strain.

Fortunately, I didn't have dinner. This is the only thing Tyrion is thankful for.

Otherwise, it would be very embarrassing if you vomited on the dragon's back...

Just as Tyrion was thinking wildly, a sharp sound pierced through the air sounded in his ears.

Whoosh——

He keenly felt an extremely dangerous aura approaching, and subconsciously lowered his head——

Uh-huh!

An ice spear flew past Tyrion's cheek, and the cold breath almost made his blood freeze.

"Hey! Missed!" Tyrion broke out in a cold sweat, but still shouted provocatively at the Ice Dragon Knight opposite.

But the next moment, the Ice Dragon Knight stretched out his hand and grasped it out of thin air. The wind and snow solidified into another spear in his palm, and the spearhead shone with a blue and biting cold light.

"Do it!" Tyrion cursed secretly, his heart sinking.

Although he also has a dragon crystal spear in his hand, in terms of throwing ability, Tyrion is not much different from an underage child.

How powerful can a dwarf be in martial arts?

But when trouble comes, Tyrion will not back down. From the moment he flew high into the sky, he has not thought about returning.

The words of his fiancée Shae echoed vaguely in his ears, but deep down in his heart, Tyrion had the idea of ​​dying generously.

I didn’t get respect when I was alive, so when I die, someone should sing my praises.

Facing the oncoming ice spear, Tyrion did not dodge, but actually stood up from the dragon's back, holding the dragon crystal spear high in his hand, and was about to charge forward.

He didn't choose to throw because Tyrion couldn't trust his accuracy.

Moreover, unlike the White Walkers who can condense ice spears from the snow, this dragon crystal spear is his only weapon.

He only has one chance to attack.

Therefore, he ignored the White Walker and rushed towards the ice dragon who was fighting with Viserion.

He knew very well that this ice dragon was the real threat to King's Landing.

As long as it is killed, the White Walker will not be able to cause much trouble.

Moreover, slaying a dragon is an irresistible temptation for anyone.

Tyrion has heard the story of "Mirror Shield" Savin slaying the dragon countless times since he was a child. Today, he has the same ambition!

Unfortunately, he underestimated the difficulty of slaying the dragon and even more underestimated his own strength.

Although he tried his best to thrust the dragon crystal spear into the ice dragon's body, he did not expect that the ice crystal-like scales were so hard and smooth. The dragon crystal spear scratched across the surface of the scales, failing to break the defense at all. Leaving a shallow trace.

But the ice spear thrown by the ice dragon knight had penetrated deeply into Viserion's abdomen, causing the golden dragon to let out a painful and shrill scream again.

Could it be that I couldn't save King's Landing this time?

Tyrion thought desperately.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a hot stream of heat coming from the dragon crystal spear, running down his arm and reaching his whole body.

A very magnetic voice sounded in his ears, chanting a spell that he couldn't understand at all.

"Melisandre?" Tyrion lowered his head and seemed to be able to see the fiery red figure standing in front of Maegor's Tower, performing some kind of witchcraft.

In an instant, Tyrion found that his body was filled with explosive power. An unprecedented powerful feeling made him feel as if he was on top of the world.

"Ouch——"

Viserion roared again, clearly falling into a disadvantage in the fight, and his entire body was pressed underneath by the ice dragon.

During the reversal, Tyrion did not fall off the dragon's back, but quickly grabbed the dragon's scales, jumped onto the golden dragon's neck, and then jumped onto the ice dragon's left wing.

In a few breaths, like a dexterous little devil monkey, he jumped onto the ice dragon's head.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the Ice Dragon Knight immediately rushed over and once again condensed an ice spear in his palm and stabbed Tyrion.

But Tyrion ignored the threat behind him and only stared at one place——

The eyes of the ice dragon!

He knew that that was the most vulnerable part of the dragon.

At that time, Meraxes, who was as strong as Meraxes, was shot in the eye by an arrow from a Dornish ballista, and fell to his death in Hellgate Castle.

Today, with the help of the red robe witch and the golden dragon Viserion, Tyrion also pierced the ice dragon's left eye with a dragon crystal spear.

Chi!

"Death! Bastard!" Tyrion roared.

He could feel that his spear had penetrated the ice dragon's eye, and it had penetrated so deeply that it might have reached the brain.

So, Tyrion once again used all his strength to stir the dragon crystal spear wildly.

"Ouch!!!!"

The ice dragon let out a shocking roar of pain.

There was death in the roar, Tyrion could hear it.

He closed his eyes contentedly and prepared to receive the ice spear from the Ice Dragon Knight behind him.

Being able to die as a "dragon-slaying hero" made Tyrion extremely satisfied.

However, the expected stinging pain and coldness did not come, and he only felt that he was tumbling and falling.

The defenders in the Red Fort were all attracted by the ice dragon's shrill scream. In the light of the torch, they only saw the golden dragon and the ice dragon entangled together, falling from the sky.

Boom!

The two huge bodies crashed to the south of the Prime Minister's Tower, hitting the buildings on the ground with a devastating momentum, including the south wall of the Red Fort.

The ground shook violently, and the dust and wind and snow stirred up, forming a fog barrier in mid-air.

The two dragons had already hit the city wall, rolled out of the Red Castle, and finally stopped among the cliffs and rocks near the sea.

Tyrion woke up dizzy, feeling that there was no pain anywhere in his body.

The surging power that filled his body just now receded like a tide, leaving with it the temperature.

Tyrion felt like he was about to be frozen into a lump of ice.

He turned his stiff neck with difficulty and looked to the left. He saw the ice dragon lying among the gravel, its huge head hanging down weakly, and a dragon crystal spear inserted in the socket of his left eye. ——

That is your own masterpiece!

Looking at the ice dragon's colorless eyes, Tyrion felt a strong sense of pride and pride.

I really slayed the dragon!

Viserion also fell next to the ice dragon. It seemed to be extremely injured. There were wounds and frostbite all over its body, especially the hideous scar on its belly, which almost disembowelled it.

But at least it's not life-threatening.

Tyrion even felt that this victory was a little too perfect, until he saw another figure——

Ice Dragon Knight.

It's over. Tyrion watched the White Walker walking towards him with a spear, and felt his heart sinking.

"Viserion!" he shouted to his mount, "help me!"

Unfortunately, the golden dragon was too seriously injured and could not move.

"Melisandre!" Tyrion longed for the red robe witch to give him power again.

If he could become as powerful as before, he would have the confidence to have a duel with this White Walker.

It's a pity that he didn't feel that warmth again.

"Noah! Pod! Come and save me!"

Neither the defenders nor Tyrion's attendants have been able to come over yet.

"Gods save me..." Tyrion felt more pious than ever.

Unfortunately, the gods did not answer his prayers.

The White Walkers were still approaching, taking slow and unhurried steps, as if admiring the desperate struggle of their prey.

"I'll fight you!" Tyrion used the last bit of his strength to get up from the snow, pulled out the dragon crystal spear stuck in the ice dragon's eye next to him, and then rushed towards the White Walkers.

With an indomitable momentum.

It's a pity that he is too short, less than half the height of the White Walkers.

He was so weak that he staggered and almost fell down after just a few steps.

"Ah!!!" Tyrion roared crazily, as if he wanted to shout out all the fear in his heart.

Then he closed his eyes.

Just die, at least on the way to the charge. Tyrion thought.

Be prepared for death.

But death did not come.

Click——

There was a crisp sound, and Tyrion felt as if his spear had pierced into something.

He opened his eyes in surprise and saw that the spear in his hand had penetrated into the White Walker's belly and came out through his body.

Have the gods appeared? Tyrion looked at the tip of the ice spear parked a few feet in front of him in shock, only to realize that he was so close to death.

But why didn't the other party stab him?

Boom!

The White Walker knelt down weakly and just looked at Tyrion with a complicated look.

A look that felt extremely familiar to Tyrion.

Suddenly an impulse surged in his heart, and he stepped forward and took off the White Walker's ice crystal mask.

Sure enough, under the mask was an extremely familiar face.

"James?" Tyrion trembled, feeling an unprecedented panic, "You, what are you doing? How could you..."

"Little brother..." James said with a smile, "I knew that one day, you would become a great hero... You are smarter than me, braver than me... Unlike me, you only do stupid things..."

"No! That's not the case!" Tyrion suddenly rushed forward and hugged his brother.

But he found that James' body was gradually dissipating like smoke.

"Little brother..." James smiled lightly, "You are... the real... Lannister..."

Soon, his body melted into the wind and snow, leaving only a puddle of ice water in place.

Tyrion knelt there helpless, his head lowered, shaking uncontrollably.

The searching soldiers finally came over, and when they saw the dead ice dragon, they immediately burst into cheers.

But in this passionate moment, Tyrion did not feel the glory of becoming a hero.

He only felt endless coldness.