The 'Bronze Fury' was really angry, instigating the throat cavity to constantly spew dragon breath.

Screams of desperation kept coming from inside this sprawling camp, and this wasn't the kind of little scene you used to scoop ants with a lighter when you were a kid, this was a spray gun with a slicing steel plate.

The Moon Monk roared angrily.

The naked Moon Friar lifted the curtain and stepped out, the bearded reckless man snarling in his mouth.

What greeted the eyes was the mighty flames, and the roaring dragon's breath was like a sea of fire, covering the entire area in just two seconds.

"No!"

The Targaryens' ultimate weapon, finally revealing the ferocious nature that had been suppressed for a long time, Bronze Fury turned his head, his dark cyan vertical eyes staring at the villain, and let out a sharp roar that could rupture the hearts of ordinary people.

In the next second, surging flames poured out of its throat.

Moon Monk, pawn!

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Scorch, ashes, dead silence.

Rollin followed the large army to the camp where the Moon Monk was, and these three words were his first feelings.

There were corpses everywhere, charred corpses after being burned by the dragon flame, and this scene was like hell on earth.

Rollin looked sideways at Caesar, whose shoulders ached, and it was hard to imagine how such a creature had been created.

Born Destroyer.

Staying next to the magic dragon, even the magic energy is much stronger, which is the most intuitive feeling of Luo Lin, who has just embarked on the road of wizards.

Rollin's pupils had begun to change, and their golden pupils had changed from round to doji-shaped.

Rhaenia said worriedly:

"I didn't expect Jaehaerys to do such a thing, I hope it won't become a second Megor."

Rollin looked sideways at Alexandria, the future queen, with a pair of slender and round fair-skinned legs that were unusually eye-catching, a waist that could not be grasped, long silver hair scattered over her shoulders, and a few strands hanging down her towering chest. On the contrary, it brings out the plump and upright breasts.

Why didn't you describe the clothes, because when Rollin's 'Gentleman's Eye' was first practiced, it couldn't be turned off autonomously, this meditation method or witchcraft is now a constant passive skill hanging on the body, and it doesn't consume much anyway.

Looking away as usual, Rollin saw a knight approaching in the distance. Look at the banner in the lead, it is the Hightower family of Old Town.

It must have seen the dragon burning the camp and understood that it was the king's retainers who had sent a message to the church and the Hightower family before King's Landing left.

Rollin restrained Caesar, who smelled the flesh and wanted to devour the corpse.

The baby dragon grows so fast, from the size of a domestic chicken when it first hatched, to the size of a lamb. Rollin, who was already thin, often had to drive Caesar off his shoulder, this guy was used to it since he was a child, and he always loved to squat on his shoulder.

Queen Mother Alesha is actually red today, tsk.

The knights in front had dismounted and began to salute the king in the procession.

He only came to explore the situation, and Count Hightower did not come in person.

Here we have to mention the secondary nobles of the current time and space, the first echelon of the great nobles are not the guardians of the four realms in the 'Game of Thrones', and the currently recognized top secondary nobles (except for the Targaryens) are the three giants, they are: the Hightower family, the Baratheon family and the Valerian family.

The Lannisters, Starks, Tully, and Arryn are all weaker than the triumvirate in this era.

Why?

Let's start with the Hightower family, a family with a long and ancient history, which is just a count's title. But he also held several important influences throughout Westeros.

The first school city, the technology of the school city affects all aspects of Westeros, and the importance of Westeros's brain is needless to say.

The second church, Oldtown, home to the headquarters of the Church of the Seven, has always been at the heart of theocracy, and one thing you didn't know was that every archbishop of the Church of the Seven in Westeros had a single surname: Hightower.

It's just that after entering the church, he asked to give up his original surname, so no one has discussed it, but every archbishop must be run by a member of the Hightower family, which is the default unspoken rule of this era.

On the third mysterious side, the Hightower family is the only one in Westeros that has a complete wizard advanced sequence, and on the mysterious side, except for dragons who can cure them, Hightower is currently undoubtedly Westeros's 'anti-handle'.

In the mystical realm, they even extended their tentacles to the other side of the strait: Quells, the high-ranking 'immortals' in the Immortal Temple, also have their seats, otherwise the fat monk would have the opportunity to go to the top school of that wizard to study? They are all the blessings of the elders in the family.

The family has a strange obsession with the mysterious and the transcendent.

And it just so happens that the current era is the most active period of magical energy in the past few hundred years, and the magic dragon eggs are laid in piles, just waiting for the Targaryen to hatch, this is the best era of witchcraft.

To sum up, you can imagine the cattle B of this family.

If there were no dragons in the Targaryens, this time Maegor initiated, the battle between kingship and theocracy, the theocracy won, who would be the final winner?

The Hightower Family!

Why is the fat bishop qualified to say that he is the next archbishop? Because he is also from the Hightower family, the church headquarters in Oldtown has been infiltrated by this family, and the Church of the Seven is their back garden.

That is, this archbishop made a mistake and led the church to begin its decline.

The archbishop was despised by his peers for his cowardice, and was beaten to the door of his house by the Moon Friar with a group of peasants, and was nicknamed the 'big sycophant', and his face was literally rubbed on the ground.

The front of the kingdom procession.

The knights of the House of Hightower had finished talking to the king, leaving a group of men to gather the charred corpses, while the others headed for the old town with the kings of the kingdom.

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The Tower of Babel is the home fort of the Hightowers, one of the most powerful noble families in Riverlands.

Part castle and part lighthouse, it sits on the Battle Island of Old Town, a wide estuary where the Mead River flows into Whispering Bay, and the highest point is a raging fire day and night.

The contemporary head of the Hightower family is named Mogan Hightower.

At this time, he was standing on the top of the Tower of Seven with the archbishop of the Church of the Seven, and some people claimed that the Great Wall could be seen from the top of the tower, which was obviously a rumor, but it was very clear throughout the old town.

Last night's dragon roared, and Lord Hightower could see it clearly from the top of the tower, and he had to sigh that even though he was an official wizard, he still couldn't resist a dragon's breath.

The more you explore witchcraft, the more you can understand the power of the demon dragon, which is the pinnacle creation of blood witchcraft, and it is not something that human beings can compete with.

The archbishop looked at the back of Count Hightower and said aggrievedly:

"Family Master, I still don't understand why you didn't send troops out to encircle and suppress the rabble of the Moon Monks."

Count Hightower didn't look back, and these fellow members of the church were just 'mortal things' sent out by the family.

The loser on the path of the wizard has been blinded by the power of the world, and if it were not for his own relatives, he would not even have the qualifications to set foot on the towering tower.

The earl found through his spiritual power that the archbishop behind him still bent down respectfully and waited for a reply, and after frowning slightly, the earl spoke:

"The church has been abandoned by the family from the moment it loses the duel with Meggar," Count Hightower said, holding on to the wall of the tower, "and throwing a golden dragon into this bloated church is a waste of resources." ”

"Do you know how much the sorcery research scrolls purchased from the Immortal Temple cost this year?" Count Hightower's tone became serious, "Do you understand how many of the family's guards sacrificed to capture magical creatures on the continent of Thross?" ”

The archbishop maintained a prostration, and his waist was bent lower.

"The basic rule of witchcraft is the rule of equilibrium leverage, equivalent exchange! With such a simple truth, have your further studies in the 'Hall of Immortality' been in vain? ”

After a series of questions, the power of Count Hightower became more and more amazing, and a hurricane suddenly blew on the top of the tower, and the wind was howling, blowing the flames on the top of the tower even more vigorously, and the position of the earl and the archbishop was the eye of the storm.

The archbishop's head was almost touching the ground because of his excessively bent waist, and cold sweat was dripping down his face, but he did not dare to wipe it.