Chapter 658 Should I go to Asia?

The time comes in the afternoon.

The audience in the Coliseum was empty, and the atmosphere became even colder.

Rhaegar sat upright on the chair, a smile on his lips.

"Your Majesty, you will never regret your decision."

With a smile on his face, Baggins carefully folded a signed and sealed piece of parchment and put it back in his arms.

"Yes, the Thirteen Giants never lie to others."

A fat man with dark skin looked proud and slapped his plump chest.

The remaining eleven people all smiled and raised their wine cups to toast.

Just now, the Iron Throne signed an agreement with Qyles.

The former borrowed 3.5 million gold dragon coins to cultivate the golden wilderness.

The latter provided money and goods, and deployed fifty large ships for transportation throughout the year.

The premise is that the ports under the Iron Throne's jurisdiction are open to Qarth, allowing merchants to garrison and reducing taxes.

Quiles will also borrow money from the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, firstly to abolish the dictatorship of the Iron Bank, and secondly to solve the problems of the poor nobles.

The two sides form allies, and if there is a war, they must advance and retreat together.

It seems to be aimed at the Iron Bank, but in fact it is also calculated with the Iron Throne.

Rhaegar smiled and put away another parchment agreement.

Isn't it just arrears and open ports? It's with them.

The golden field has been successfully reclaimed, and the family and the Seven Kingdoms have a guarantee against the White Walkers in the north.

The money owed to the Iron Bank will not be repaid, and the money owed to Qualls will not be repaid.

If the Thirteen Giants dare to stimulate the economy in the ports and city-states under their jurisdiction, they will wait for the dragon to overturn the table.

He is a real dragon!

As we all know, dragons are evil magical creatures that do not believe in trust and kindness.

Having achieved their desired goal, the Thirteen Giants left with satisfaction.

Elena got tired of sitting, so she got up and walked back.

In the large arena, Rhaegar was the only one left sitting still.

Thin footsteps.

A beautiful figure walked out of the darkness, her body covered with gold ornaments, her waist jingling as she swayed.

Rega's ears moved slightly and his eyes squinted.

Skin as pale as paper, a bald head tattooed with strange words, and a golden head and face that hide his true appearance.

She is a thin woman, with only her chest and lower body covered with gold, and her clothes are quite revealing.

Rega frowned slightly, and was instantly attracted by those dark and shiny eyes.

Buzz——

Invisible air currents collided, and a layer of haze enveloped the entire arena.

The black eyes are like a pool of stagnant water, full of stiffness and numbness, trying to pull and swallow the person's soul.

"Hiss~~"

"Gugua~~"

Rega looked at him calmly, and three spiritual creatures between the realms of reality and spirituality appeared out of thin air on his shoulders.

The black ouroboros, the gray dream-eating toad, and the bat bug flapping its scarlet wings.

The ouroboros with a round head and a flat body rolled over on its belly, and the bat bug circled around its owner.

The dream-eating toad lay on the silver-blond hair, its dull mung bean eyes widened, exuding a flexible mental resistance.

Rega's purple eyes were cold, and a cluster of black flames flashed.

Bo~~

The mental shock went away as quickly as it came, disappearing in an instant.

"Your Majesty, what a good idea."

The thin woman's voice was dry, and her hips swayed forward.

Rega's expression was gloomy and he said coldly: "Who are you?"

Unknown woman, sudden attack.

If it weren't for his strong abilities, he might have been tricked.

"Kui Lizard."

The skinny woman stopped three meters away, put her hands on her lower abdomen, nodded and saluted: "I am from Asia, and now I work for the Thirteen Giants."

"I don't believe they would be stupid enough to send an ignorant witch to offend me."

Rega's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a strong murderous intent.

Boom——

A pitch-black claw hook crushed the upper auditorium, and the ash-smelling hot air pressed down, and a large shadow enveloped the two people.

Kui Lizard raised his head, his black eyes flashed with surprise.

"roar……"

The glutton's green vertical eyes were cold and cold, staring at the little bug with eagerness, and his fangs exuded wisps of fire.

Sensing the driver's emotions, he immediately came to protect the master.

"The majestic dragon."

Quili looked in admiration and commented: "Even Balerion, the Black Death, is nothing more than this."

"Have you seen it?"

Rhaegar silently drew out the black fire from his waist.

"That is the largest demon dragon in history, and no dragon has been able to surpass it yet."

Kui Lizard chuckled, pointed at the glutton and said: "It is still very young. In a few decades, it will definitely create new history."

Lei Jia's face was as cold as frost, and his murderous intent was uncontrollable.

The strange witches of Asshai, the strange spiritual magic, and the history of nonsense.

Full of danger, killing is best.

"You offended me."

Rhaegar stepped forward step by step, observing his surroundings cautiously.

"I'm sorry for my behavior just now."

Kui Lizard bowed again, tilting the golden chest piece, revealing a large area of ​​soft skin.

"But I'm here for you."

Just when Rhaegar was looking at the exposed weaknesses, Quilizard changed his subject: "I feel the cold winter and darkness emerging in the far north. You should be willing to listen to me."

"Oh, what do you know?"

Lei Jia suddenly thought about it and explained it clearly to the other party first.

"It's an army of the dead."

Quili's eyes were solemn and he said in a deep voice: "The conqueror's prophecy is about to come true. Heavy snow covers all the land. The crops are buried in the snow and wither. Both nobles and commoners hide by the fireplace until they freeze to death."

Lei Jia's eyes flickered and he said coldly: "Go on."

This woman sure knows a lot.

From words, two pieces of information can be gleaned.

The White Walkers are indeed coming, and they know the Conqueror's prophecy.

The former is acceptable, and rumors of various versions spread across the Taiwan Strait.

The latter is strange.

Kui Lizard was still talking: "If you want to get through this difficulty, I have three tips for you."

"Do you need to thank me?"

Rhaegar held the black fire pestle and secretly speculated in his heart.

"No, I no longer need worldly grain and money."

There was a hint of otherworldly arrogance in Kui Lizard's words, and his dark eyes seemed to encompass everything in the world.

"The dead dragon never rots under the soil."

“He who cannot be killed cannot be climbed on his knees.”

Rhaegar listened quietly, pondering the meaning.

Finally, Quilizard said a familiar saying: "To go to the north, you must go south. To reach the west, you must go east. To advance, you must retreat. To reach the light, you must pass through the shadows."

Rhaegar heard this and thought to himself, this was not the content of the last words of Vaigen the Dragonless.

Paying attention to words such as north, east, and shadow, a familiar place name comes to mind.

Rhaegar said cautiously: "You want me to go to Asshai. Where can I find a way to fight the White Walkers?"

East is combined with shadow, and only Asshai in the land of shadow is the most suitable.

"You'll get your answer."

Kui Lizard smiled mysteriously and turned around to leave.

Swish——

A black light flashed and cut off the bald head.

Rega kept swinging his sword and snorted coldly: "Pretend to be a ghost."

Plop——

The headless corpse fell to the ground, strangely not a drop of blood was shed.

Rhaegar's pupils narrowed, noticing this.

White smoke sizzled out.

The body dissolved like a candle, turning into a puddle of sticky water that seeped into the ground.

"Your Majesty, I wish you the best of luck."

Kui Lizi appeared in the dark corner again, smiled and bowed.

"Hiss-"

Green dragon flames erupted and enveloped the auditorium in a large area.

Rega held one hand in front of him and stared at the beautiful figure through the flames.

A wisp of white smoke drifted past and turned around to appear at the entrance of the Coliseum.

"What a weird trick."

Rhaegar murmured softly, watching the figure disappear into the crowd.

Yes, the crowd!

"roar……"

The glutton lowered his dragon head, and his green vertical pupils locked onto the inside and outside of the grand arena. There was no one around him.

How could anyone stay in the place where Deathwing appeared without fear of death?

Rhaegar calmed his breathing, then passed his palm across the blade of the sword and made a cut.

There was a hiss and the wound was bloody.

Under the severe pain, the haze on the purple eyes dissipated, and the narrow field of vision gradually broadened.

Rhaegar used Ouroboros to recover his wounds and couldn't help but laugh: "It's still spiritual power, a bit scientific."

I was careless and thought that the mental shock was only for the first round.

Unknowingly, the other party interfered with his vision and hearing.

However, a lot of information was also obtained from the conversation.

Rhaegar sat down, his thoughts spinning: "Quiziz, the prophecy of the Conqueror, who is it..."

His appearance doesn't tell what race he is.

The accent of Westeros can be vaguely heard in his superb High Valyrian.

"The lingua franca of the West, it means looking down at the country people from a high place."

Rhaegar grinned, his thoughts gradually becoming clearer.

Having spent time with brothers Jason and Tyran, the accent of the Westlanders is very familiar.

The lizard tried his best to conceal it, imitating High Valyrian as if it were his native tongue.

But in front of Rhaegar's "High Valyrian Mastery", it is like sand in wheat flour, which can be distinguished at a glance.

"Hopefully it's not who I think it is."

Rega clenched the hilt of the sword, a little doubtful; "If you really live to this age, you will become a spirit."

Next time we meet, I will kill her!

…

The northern border, the Great Wall of Despair.

Susu...

Outside the Great Wall, an army of tens of thousands of savages gathered, armed with axes and felling trees.

"Are they making fires to make food or preparing siege ladders?"

Belron rubbed his frozen little hands and asked from the observation deck.

The savage army has appeared for nearly half a month.

Stress is like an indelible haze, causing the Night's Watch of Castle Black to fall into a state of anxiety.

“There is smoke from the kitchen, but the free people also have to fill their bellies.”

Cregen's eyes were sharp and he said alertly: "Inform the night watchman to step up patrols at night. There may be a night attack."

"Yes, sir."

A night watchman heard the order and left two distinguished figures behind.

Bellron's little face was frostbitten and he said softly: "With Uragas here, the savages don't dare to mess around."

As he spoke, he stamped his feet vigorously.

"Roar——"

A moss-colored old dragon huddled under the ice wall, its huge body like a piece of green draped on the Great Wall.

Thanks to this old dragon.

Whenever the savage army wants to attack, the old dragon will fly to and hover over the Great Wall.

The wild people will shrink back when they see the huge old dragon.

Back and forth, the situation remained deadlocked for half a month.

Cregan looked heavy and still dissatisfied: "Your Highness, you should return to King's Landing to seek help. This is not the way to go."

"I'm leaving, what will you do?"

Bellon was worried.

Counting the newly arrived night watchmen, there were only 3,000 people on the Great Wall.

The entire northern border was covered in heavy snow, and even as a duke, Cregen could not summon his vassals to cross the snow to join the battle.

If Uragas leaves, the savages will definitely attack in a big way.

"Your Highness, the North is the North of the North."

Cregan's eyes were firm, and then he said helplessly: "To be honest, even if your dragons have lost their appetite since half a month ago, the pigs and sheep in Castle Black have been eaten up."

If it drags on, the Great Wall will be out of food.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

Suddenly, a sharp hissing sound came.

Berlon opened his mouth to speak, and looked back when he heard the sound.

A light green young dragon flew in the wind and snow, making a reluctant cry while flying.