Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

Chapter 294 Kneel down, or die
The snow stopped and the killing was over.

Thick smoke covered the wilderness beyond the north gate of Harrenhal and lingered for a long time.

The layer of snow that originally covered it has now all turned into water, flowing wantonly.

Looking down from the sky, every dark trace represents the angry fire of the giant dragon descending from the sky.

The river plains were burned to the brim with holes.

Clay finally stopped Daenerys, who was a little red-eyed.

Gelesos slapped Drogon lightly with his tail, stopping him in mid-air.

Daenerys saw Clay on the dragon's back far away from her, and shook her head slightly to herself.

She gritted her teeth and could only sigh, controlling Drogon to land outside the north gate of Harrenhal.

Clay followed.

He had no concerns about his safety or that of Daenerys.

With these two guys lying beside him, which one who is not afraid of death can come up?

Although dragons don't like to eat people, it doesn't mean they can't eat people.

Getting off the back of the dragon, Clay came to Daenerys who was looking at the battlefield billowing in thick smoke.

He didn't speak, after all, it wasn't him who took revenge.

The two just watched in silence. After a long time, Daenerys turned her head, and a forced smile appeared on her delicate cheeks.

"Clay, I have avenged my father and my family."

Clay nodded.

"I didn't stop you, but let me remind you, do you really hate these guys? You haven't even met them before this."

Touching Daenerys' cheek, Clay's tone was very calm:
"I'm not going to tell you whether it's wrong or right to do this, leave it to you to judge for yourself."

"I just want you to understand that your hatred all comes from other people's stories about you."

"The people who followed you to Essos told you that your brother told you that you are Targaryen and want to avenge your family."

"Dani, I think it's not so much hatred as it is a responsibility, the responsibility of your surname."

Clay smiled, raised his hand and gently hung Daenerys' eyebrows.

"I want you to live for yourself, not for what these dead people are asking you to do."

"See what I mean?"

Clay took Daenerys into his arms.

Slowly stroking the slightly trembling back of the little queen.

He knew that Daenerys was under a lot of psychological pressure.

But he can't do anything.

Again, it wasn't his hatred...or responsibility.

He heard Daenerys' faint sobs.

Sighing inwardly, Clay said nothing more.

This change of thinking can only be done by herself.

In the memory of the dragon queen who was finally driven crazy, in the final analysis, she was living in the past and couldn't get out.

Everyone told her who you should hate and why, but no one ever wondered if she really felt that way.

After a long time, even she herself was hypnotized, thinking that she was really like this.

Burn everyone who doesn't recognize her, because everyone tells her that's how her ancestors were.

This is the authority of the Targaryen royal family.

True, but too extreme.

When Daenerys came to Westeros, everyone she met wanted to take a piece of her worth.

Jon Snow wants to use her to wipe out the White Walkers and maintain Stark's rule in the North.

Dorne and Highgarden will use her power to kill Lannister.

How much Tyrion Lannister, the so-called Hand of the Queen, was thinking about her, no one knew.

Therefore, the little queen is actually a complete loner.

Missandei, the only confidant little maid, died at the hands of Cersei Lannister later.

All these things, if she is not crazy, who is crazy?

When a Targaryen is born, the gods toss a coin.

Crazy or great, that is the question.

That's what the nobles of Westeros say all the time.

Clay's comments are:

Bullshit!

He believes that everything is man-made, whether it is crazy or great, it is all for this group of nobles.

Lead everyone hello, hello, hello everyone, such as King Viserys I.

The nobles thought him great.

But they just ignored the civil war that completely weakened House Targaryen.

The blood dragon dance, the root, was also planted under the king's stupid political manipulation.

Therefore, this sentence itself is a fallacy, no one will always be crazy, no one will always be great.

It's just the nobles arbitrarily arranging it for their own benefit.

Clay doesn't demand so much from Daenerys, as long as he is worthy of himself.

For the rest, he, Clay Mandalay, can do it.

……

Seeing the two giant dragons standing outside the city wall, the northern nobles who had escaped did not know what to do.

They didn't have the courage to go out, but they had to go out.

Because, just now, when carrying Robb Stark's guards, someone found out.

Their king, His Majesty Robb Stark I, had quietly left the world when the dragon appeared.

His soul should be able to return to the embrace of the gods.

But the body left in the human world had to be dealt with.

He must not be allowed to be buried outside the northern border. This is the consensus of all the nobles in the northern border.

With the attack of the giant dragon, the soldiers from the western region who originally attacked them scattered.

It took them a lot of effort and a lot of lives to capture the "magic mountain" that was chasing them and now blocked in the tower.

Now, the threat of the Lannisters is gone, but the threat of the dragon is here.

Seeing the shocking scene outside the city, everyone's mouths were a little dry.

Faced with such violence, they really have nothing to do.

This is an unconventional force, and the people of the northern border cannot do anything about it.

"What do you guys, shall we go out now?"

The nobles had no time to grieve for the king who had just died.

Because a very real problem lies before us.

Two dragons sprawled outside Harrenhal's north gate.

They dare not go out.

"I think it's okay, the army in the riverland, the dragon didn't attack."

"Since they don't attack the people in Hejian, they have no reason to burn us."

said Theon Greyjoy.

Jon Umber sighed and made no reply.

He had had enough of the hell of Harrenhal.

Originally thought that he would be able to get out if the people from the western border withdrew, but now he still can't get out.

Why is it so hard to come up with a Harrenhal?
He knew very well that it was useless to hide here. The dragon was flying high, so he must have seen them.

The last time Harrenhal was destroyed by dragon flames, the Hall family was dead.

This time, they will be washed by Dragon Burn again, and everyone will be buried with Rob Stark.

No one is so stupid, so everyone can only bite the bullet and leave.

Great, let's just bow our knees to the two on the dragon's back for the time being.

Anyway, Toren Stark did it back then.

It's no shame for them to do this.

They convinced themselves so.

……

Clay finished comforting Daenerys, and then told her his next plan.

"Let's go and see these unlucky bastards in the city first, and see how many are still alive."

"You mean, Robb Stark, usurping king?"

Daenerys restrained her emotions and asked Clay with a frown.

Nodding, Clay explained why he did so.

"Although Robb Stark's reputation is already rotten, and the riverlands are at odds with him, but in name, he is still the ruler of the entire Three Rivers Valley and the Northern Territory, regardless of whether you admit it or not."

"So, as long as we get rid of him, the rest of us won't be a problem."

"otherwise……"

There was a sneer on Clay's face.

"I don't mind, just kill a few more people to see."

"Also, the reinforcements from my Mandalay family should have moved behind their buttocks."

"Want to run? There are no doors."

Just as she was talking, Daenerys, who was facing the city gate, saw something, patted Clay, and said with a smile:
"Stop playing prestige with me here, you see, the people in Harrenhal have come out obediently."

Clay touched his nose, pretending that the high-spirited person just now was not him.

Turning around, looking at the figure coming out of the dilapidated city gate, he thought silently.

He was considering what to do with Robb Stark, who had been his nominal king after all.

According to the needs of the rule, it should be to take the crown directly and control him.

But Clay didn't want to do that, it wasn't there yet.

Robb Stark better kneel to himself.

Just as he was thinking, the people who came out of the north gate of Harrenhal had already approached him.

Gelesos and Drogon, one on the left and the other on the right, stretched out their huge heads, the dragon's mouth was slightly opened, and the flames flashed faintly.

The two masters didn't speak, so they didn't attack either.

But the two dragons still acted as bodyguards very conscientiously.

It's okay for these people to be obedient.

If they dare to do it, the two dragons will let them know why the flowers are so popular.

Trembling through the space left between the two dragons.

Theon Greyjoy, who walked in the front and acted as a lobbyist, was actually here to sniff out the news, and came not far from Clay and Daenerys cautiously.

He always felt that among the man and woman in front of him, the man looked familiar.

But because of the distance, I still can't see clearly.

However, when he approached and saw the face behind, his footsteps instantly stopped in place.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

Isn't this... Clay Manderly?
How could it be him?

Is it a coincidence?Or did I read it wrong?

Clay saw his reaction and knew what he was thinking.

He spoke directly, interrupting his cranky thoughts.

"Theon Greyjoy, it's me, Clay Manderly, tell me why you're here, don't waste time."

The pupils of the heir of the Iron Islands shrank suddenly.

"You you... this... dragon, it's you..."

He was incoherent in horror, two dragons, two dragon riders, and there was no one else here.

He held back for a long time, and called out:
"You're not a Manderly! You're a Targaryen?"

Clay frowned irritably, the strong bond between dragon and Targaryen was really annoying.

However, after all, the precipitation of the 300-year dynasty cannot be changed overnight.

He didn't speak, and Daenerys was the first to get upset.

Clay says the man's name is Theon Greyjoy, and Daenerys thinks he's an ironborn.

After all, the surname Greyjoy is about equal to Stark in the North.

When Theon Greyjoy questioned Clay's identity, she was immediately displeased.

Who is his own man, where does he need a robber to question?

"He is Clay Manderly, Ironborn! Answer his question! Otherwise, the Westlanders just now will be your fate!"

On the continent of Westeros, the nobles of various families despise each other, the northerners despise the southerners as softies, and the southerners laugh at them as barbarians.

But no matter what, everyone is still together.

However, for the Iron Islands, it was really the object of contempt for all the nobles.

After all, everyone is a civilized person, and generally they don't do anything. You ironmen, who rob every day, follow the "ancient way" and look like barbarians.

The education Daenerys received also inherited this innate disdain for the Ironborn.

As soon as Daenerys finished speaking, Drogon turned his head cooperatively and let out a heavy hum.

The meaning is very obvious.

Theon Greyjoy automatically took two steps back, staring nervously at Drogon.

His throat rolled with difficulty, he was very clear about Clay's temper.

At that time in Langlin, when the two met for the first time, he almost died in his hands.

Now, if he is really the Dragon King, then he...

Xi En thinks he is a hero, so a hero does not suffer immediate losses.

He decided to answer Clay's question honestly.

After all, life matters.

He no longer has the extra brain power to think about how Clay Manderly could be the Dragon King.

"Clay...I'm here because...I want to meet...to meet you."

"There are many northern nobles in the city, you know it as well as I do."

"them……"

Theon Greyjoy was talking awkwardly before being cut off by Clay.

"They want to ask me, the Dragon King, if I will let them go?"

Clay looked at Theon Greyjoy with a half-smile, and the gleam in his calm eyes made him feel like he was about to be sucked in.

"Yes... That's right, Lord Jon Amber and other northern nobles, as you know, they all mean this."

Theon Greyjoy gritted his teeth and whispered.

Clay keenly noticed the strangeness behind his words.

He raised his eyebrows and asked the doubts in his heart:
"Jon Amber? When are you all going to obey the orders of the Last Hearth City? Is Rob Stark doing nothing?"

Clay himself was from the northern border, according to the pattern when he last saw this group of people.

Robb Stark is the eldest, his second, Roose Bolton is the third, then Rickard Karstark of Cahoe City, and next, maybe this Jon Amber.

"Clay... Your Majesty, he..."

Hearing the word "Your Majesty", Daenerys raised her eyebrows instinctively. Women are smaller-minded and care more about these things, so when someone calls anyone other than herself and Clay "Your Majesty", she instinctively feels very disgusted.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw Clay shaking his head at him.

So, she had no choice but to temporarily suppress the dissatisfaction in her heart.

"Your Majesty Rob, you have already gone to see the gods just now."

Theon Greyjoy finally finished the sentence, which seemed to take him off his feet.

When Daenerys heard the news, she first had a happy look on her face, but then she remembered that when Clay was in Essos, he mentioned to herself that he and this descendant of Ed Stark Seems to be on good terms.

So, she put away the expression on her face.

It wasn't necessary for her to make a sad expression.

The first is because as far as she understands, the relationship between Clay and Rob Stark is not to this extent.

Second, she knew very well that her husband's eyes could penetrate people's hearts, and he didn't need to act for him.

Clay was silent for a long time. In his mind, he made countless drafts on how to treat Robb Stark, the King of the North who had some friendship with him.

Whether to kill or not to kill, Clay has his own considerations.

But only, he didn't expect that the young wolf master would die just before his showdown.

It is true that good fortune tricks people.

"Tell me, what's going on here?"

Clay's voice was a little dull.

As Daenerys guessed, he was not sad, and people who went to the battlefield would have such a day sooner or later.

Those who make good use of the sword will eventually die under the sword. This has always been the truth.

But he still wanted to hear the reason for this. After all, Robb Stark died as a king, and there was no need for him to deprive him of his throne.

The honor of the dead is left to him.

Listening quietly to Theon Greyjoy's narration, ignoring the things described with strong personal emotions, Clay could only sigh a long sigh at the king's fall.

But it's okay, it's clean to die.

Clay doesn't want to bother to talk to this or that about what annoys him. Now that Rob Stark is dead and the temporary leader is Jon Amber, it means that the current Northern Territory It is a mass of loose sand.

I did myself a favor.

"Okay, I see, for you, although my wife, Daenerys Targaryen, has a very good reason to burn you all to death in this Harrenhal, after all, you have betrayed her family .”

"But I don't want to do such a thing, don't think too much, I'm not because of any nostalgia, I just don't want a complete collapse of the North."

"You can take my words back. 300 years ago, in this riverland, Toren Stark bowed his knees to a dragon king. Today, I want you to do the same thing."

"I know it's not easy. Swearing allegiance to the Mandalay family, which was once at the same level as them, has made all the adults feel ashamed."

"But it's not my problem."

"Kneel down, or die, you choose."

"Of course, I'm not that unreasonable, I will give you a step down."

Clay looked at Theon Greyjoy with an extremely complex expression, then looked away from his face, and looked at Harrenhal, which was already in ruins behind him.

"Give me the body of Robb Stark. In your state, it is difficult to bring him back to Winterfell in its entirety."

"I will ride the dragon and send the King of the North home."

"The tomb under Winterfell will be his resting place."

"This is my kindness, don't take it lightly."

Clay finished his speech.

Galesos felt the unhappiness in his master's heart. His huge head landed beside Clay, and the scorching breath he exhaled made the ice condensed in Theon Greyjoy's hair instantly turn into drops of water.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but looking at Clay's icy face, in the end he just let out a long breath and turned back.

Clay has said so.

Regardless of whether he is Clay Mandalay or a certain dragon king, now that he is standing here and making the request to himself just now, then he is just a dragon king.

As for the Dragon King, whether they can get out of the dragon's mouth alive is still unknown.

Theon Greyjoy took Clay's words home with him.

Obviously, the reaction of these northern nobles was even greater than his.

When they heard him say that Clay Manderly was one of the two dragonlords, everyone thought Theon Greyjoy was crazy.

But the heir of the Iron Islands obviously didn't want to explain anything, because he himself couldn't accept this fact until now.

After calming down, these big shots in the north began to think about Clay's words.

It's still the same as when Rob Stark was transferred, no one wants to be the first bird.

In fact, there is nothing to hesitate at all.

The blue-gold and black-red dragons completely destroyed Tywin Lannister's -strong army just without any effort.

What choice do those of them who are besieged in Harrenhal have?
After a long time, when Daenerys was waiting impatiently, Jon Amber brought a large group of luxuriously dressed nobles from the north to Clay.

They were all silent, looking at Clay's face, a few months ago, when they were talking and laughing together in Winterfell, the turmoil in their hearts did not subside for a second.

Clay Manderly is truly a Dragonlord.

But it's too late to say anything now, let's talk about it after passing the level in front of us.

After all, even without Clay Manderly, Daenerys and Drogon alone would only end up being burned clean and turned into ashes if they rushed up.

They filed in front of Clay, the expressions on their faces were a little more gloomy than the thick clouds in the sky.

Gelesos felt his master's heart, but he didn't show anything.

He just opened his huge wings a little to make himself appear more threatening.

And the black dragon Drogon, who connects Daenerys' heart, is much more manic.

With a slender neck like a snake and a ferocious dragon head, it looked back and forth around these guys.

Did he bared his fangs and exhaled scorching air like scalding magma?

It did not roar, for the stronger Gelesos had no similar motion.

Dragons are naturally obedient to those who are stronger, and here Gelesos is Drogon's signal for action.

"Okay, everyone, I've seen enough, it's me, Clay Mandalay."

"I am the grandson of Wyman Mandalay, the son of Wendell Mandalay, and of course, a dragon king in your mind."

"I don't need to explain to you why I can control the dragon, you just need to know that I can do it."

"The one next to me, you may have all heard of, Daenerys Targaryen, maybe some of you are more familiar with his father, but it doesn't matter."

"Because now, you need to bow your knees and bow your knees to me, Clay Mandalay, as you did 300 years ago."

"Otherwise, you won't be able to return to the north of the Neck. After all, you know me well, and anyone who dares to be my enemy, one by one, should probably be buried in the soil."

"Now, tell me your options."

"Kneel down, or die."

"Remember, I don't have much patience."

(End of this chapter)