Chapter 606 Black Goat and Faceless Man

The war continues, and even gets more intense.

As the sheep thief flew to the temple, the most brutal army fighting began.

"Oh, hey~~"

The Dothraki cavalry stormed into the city, massacring men, women, old and weak, and setting fire to every residence.

The slaves and money they failed to capture last time were doubled this time.

"Run away!..."

"Where have the mercenaries gone..."

Thousands of civilians were dragged out of the cellars and treated inhumanely.

Not long after,

The city was filled with wailing, screams and fires intertwined, and thick smoke was billowing.

call--

A strong wind smelling of ash blew, and a shadow suddenly enveloped the land.

"Drag someone out."

The cold voice came out, as if there was a sense of oppression that looked down on all living beings.

The next moment.

"No no no!"

A Dothraki who had committed violence raised his head and let out a shrill scream.

Poof——

The wide dragon claws, as black as coal, fell from the sky, crushed it into meat paste, and spattered it onto the nearby roof.

"Hiss!?"

The glutton's pale green eyes turned, dragging one hind leg and rising from the low altitude.

The size is growing too fast and the strength is not accurate.

I accidentally applied too much force.

Rhaegar slapped his forehead and his mother tongue became speechless.

"Hiss-"

The glutton stirred up a rebellious mood, and the dragon's kiss grinned in a cruel arc, and swooped down again to catch several Dothraki who were charging wildly on horseback.

The jet-black wings shook and he quickly left the battlefield.

Everything happened too fast, and the crowd below only saw a dark dragon, and then only inhuman howls of fear.

Since the missing people were all dead, the local civilians knelt on the ground.

I prayed loudly with tears streaming down my face, thinking I had met the true God.

…

Masked Sacrifice Temple.

The beautifully laid-out front courtyard was burned to the ground, the lush tree crown became bare, and two burned-dry monkey corpses hung down.

Boom——

The sheep thief folded his wings and stepped on the broken courtyard wall with one hind foot.

"Keep the door open and don't let anyone get close."

Aemond was impatient, pulled out the "Scarlet Maker" and jumped off the dragon's back.

He was going to find those damn bearded monks, cut off their heads and stuff them into the latrines.

There are also those saints who are glamorous on the outside but are undoubtedly prostitutes behind the scenes.

Only worthy to be thrown to the Dothraki and reduced to a toilet in a stable.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief roared and moved forward, his vertical pupils showing a vigilant look.

Born as a wild dragon, life is the bottom line.

"Go on, don't stop me!"

Aemond raised his eyebrows, bypassed the smashed dragon's tail, and rushed into the palace menacingly.

A group of monks searching for people's fat and anointing would encounter at most a pair of mercenaries.

In this world, apart from his eldest brother Rhaegar and his uncle Daemon, there is no opponent he fears.

Even Cole, who had won many excellent results in tournaments, was just his whetstone.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief clicked his eyes and slowly lay on the ground.

…

Entering the dilapidated palace, Aemond held the Scarlet Maker in his hand and carefully investigated the environment.

"Come out, bastards!"

One eye swept across the wind-blown door curtain, calling out to the enemy with contempt.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response to the slightest movement.

Aemond had a stinky face and sneered: "A bunch of cowardly gutter maggots."

Without further ado, he kicked open a wooden door leading to the backyard and headed straight for the secret passage.

As a proud Targaryen, he treats everyone who is not a dragon rider equally.

No matter the common people or the nobles, they are just ants who bend their knees and obey.

Bang! Bang!

Passing through the backyard with withered vegetation, he kicked open the hidden secret passage.

In the dark and damp passage, the wall lamps bloom with a hazy halo.

Emond took a look, casually held a sword flower in his hand, and walked in close to the wall.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

Water droplets penetrated the gaps between the stones and hit the floor crisply.

Aemond walked faster and faster, growing impatient.

The tunnel is deep and long, without too many twists and turns, and seems to lead somewhere.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

The vision suddenly opened up, and the outside world was a lush grassland.

Aemond opened his one eye, hating the glare.

Holding the sword and walking out of the cave, birds and beasts sang softly in his ears.

"Baa baa!~~"

A herd of goats nibbled on leaves, led by a strong black goat.

Aemond paid no attention and stared at a red-roofed temple built on a hillside.

"Hiding here."

I don’t want to guess, it must be the hiding place of those bearded monks.

Aemond raised the corners of his lips and approached the temple.

Bang! Bang!

The two swords slashed down, and the two closed wooden doors broke open.

"ah!!"

More than a dozen red-robed monks were hiding in the lobby, screaming in panic as if they had seen a ghost.

A sculpture of a black goat is placed right in front, enshrining two bloody corpses.

Aemond caught a glimpse of the colorful gauze skirt pressed under the flesh, which was the dress of the saint in the temple.

This kind of skirt has no ties or crotch, making it easier for monks and believers to make peace at any time.

"Don't kill us, they are forcing us!"

Several saints with messy skirts knelt down one after another, pear blossoms crying and begging.

Aemond was expressionless and had no mercy for the bitch.

"He only has one person, kill him!"

A red-robed monk did not see the dragon and mustered up the courage to resist.

Phew!

Before he could rush forward, the scarlet sword flashed past, and his head and neck separated.

Wow!

The monks were horrified. Even those who wanted to resist were frightened and did not dare to step forward.

Aemond had one cold eye, wiped the blood on the corpse with his sword, and said calmly: "Who else!?"

A group of fat pigs dare to fight against the real dragon.

Don’t overestimate your capabilities!

"We surrender!"

An old monk with a stooped figure and a gray beard that showed his age.

The surrounding monks dared not speak out in anger, and they all gathered around the old monk.

"Haha, what qualifications do you have to surrender?"

Aemond sarcastically said: "You are prisoners, slaves to be slaughtered."

The old monk had no choice but to close his eyes and pray silently to the black goat of faith.

Aemond held his sword with both hands and asked: "Tell me who is the person who is secretly helping you, and I will let you live."

"The Black Goat God will not allow us to betray our allies."

The old monk was indifferent and looked really pious.

"oh?"

Aemond lost his patience and grew colder.

"I know!"

Suddenly, a silver-haired figure walked out of the saint.

Aemond glanced back and saw the silver witch who had divined for him.

He is also a descendant of the Dragon King and can barely catch his eye.

The silver witch's gauze skirt was quite neat, and she said seriously: "I can tell you, the truth is behind the lobby."

"lead the way!"

Emond's one eye flickered and he chose to believe the other party.

The last divination result was not satisfactory, so I put it aside.

But it is undeniable that the other party has something.

"Follow me."

The silver witch swayed her waist and walked around the black goat statue with her bare feet.

"etc."

The old monk looked anxious and stretched out his hand to try to stop him.

Swish——

A sword was swung out, and the dry palm clattered to the ground.

"ah!!"

The old monk's eyes were about to burst, and he was wailing miserably while covering his severed hand.

Aemond looked frosty and continued to follow the silver witch.

It is said that the masked sacrificial temple has strange magic, which is the power brought by the black goat god.

Having newly received the "bronze" runes taught by his eldest brother Rhaegar, he is very interested in magic.

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other side.

Glutton soars past the temple of the Masked Sacrifice to discover a feasting sheep thief.

"Hiss-"

Without the driver's instructions, the dragon-eating species' natural instincts kicked in and roared below.

The sheep thief suddenly raised his head and saw a dragon bully twice his size, and a ferocious dragon's snout with wisps of green fire.

"Hiss!!"

The brown wings flapped and took off while rolling and crawling.

Without any hesitation, he smelled the scent and looked for the lost driver.

"Let's follow!"

Rhaegar frowned, realizing something was wrong.

The glutton's green vertical pupils were full of cunning, and he hung slowly behind the mud dragon, with his broad wings shrouding it in shadow.

"Hiss!..."

The sheep thief was frightened and mustered up all his strength to run away.

…

After a while, two giant dragons appeared in the grassland behind the mountain.

The sheep thief went into the forest, leaving even his favorite goat behind, curling up and shivering.

"Okay, don't scare it."

Rhaegar slid down the dragon's back, approaching the red-roofed temple step by step.

squeak——

The door that had been dusty for a long time was pushed open, and a puff of dust rushed towards the face.

"Ahem..."

Rhaegar choked and waved his hand to sweep away the cobwebs on the curtain.

Looking around, the lobby is very old.

The wooden floor was covered with dust, and the black goat statue placed in front of it was covered with cobwebs and stared at a pair of eerie vertical pupils.

"It's not like anyone has been here."

Rhaegar's eyes were sharp, observing every detail.

Tell him directly that there is something weird about this temple.

He couldn't tell where it was, but it gave him a chilling feeling down his spine.

It's like someone is peeping secretly, but can't find those eyes.

Rhaegar silently drew out the real fire, and his toes scratched the floor, leaving a trail of dust.

He tilted his head and stared carefully.

The dust varies in thickness, giving people a sense of fragmentation.

call out!

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow disappearing in the corner of the lobby.

Rhaegar turned his head suddenly and was surprised to find that there was nothing.

"It's really weird!"

He secretly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the flaming red heart inlaid at the end glowed.

Can't retreat.

Aemond is nowhere to be found, most likely in the temple.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, he walked to the black goat statue, took off one side of the curtain and covered it entirely.

Then, he suddenly showed a ferocious look on his face: "If you don't want the inheritance to be cut off, get out of here!"

As he spoke, a flash of black fire flashed across his eyes, and dark scales and horns sprouted from his forehead.

Since the magic tide surged, the magic and wizards that came into contact gradually became more and more complex.

In particular, The Twin Weirwoods of Highgarden and A Song of Ice and Fire greatly expanded his horizons.

Regardless of whether the weirdness has anything to do with the Black Goat or not.

A mere belief that arose in the Fire Peak Mines of ancient Valyria and was organized by rebel slaves.

Not worthy of respect!

After waiting for a moment, the black goat statue did not move at all, still looking like a dead thing.

Rega stood quietly, and the elusive shadow just now completely disappeared.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but even the air in the lobby is fresher and less dusty.

"The well water does not offend the river water!"

Rega snorted coldly, walked around the statue under the curtain, and walked towards the back hall of the temple.

As soon as I stepped across the threshold, I heard a familiar voice.

"Where is the person you are talking about?"

Aemond's face was cold, as if he was interrogating someone.

A beautiful and cold girl with silver hair stood opposite.

Rhaegar's eyes were slightly cold, and he secretly held his breath.

As soon as he entered the back hall, he smelled a strong incense.

In the dim room, there were stone sculptures.

The compassionate Virgin Mary, the shackled harpy, the night lion unique to Yi Ti...

It was considered the black goat in the front hall, and almost all beliefs, including the Lord of Light, were available.

At this time, the cold girl lifted her silver hair and slowly approached Aemond.

Rhaegar frowned slightly, not thinking that she was trying to seduce him.

Swish——

The cold girl tore off her face, pulling off a soft human skin, revealing an ordinary man's face.

"All mortals will die!"

The man looked deep in his eyes and pulled out the hairpin behind his head.