The gloomy and spacious tower hall was crowded with hundreds of nobles and knights of the Seven Kingdoms who were tightly tied with coarse hemp ropes.
They were forced to kneel on the cold and hard stone floor, all soaked and embarrassed.
Looks of panic, anger, and humiliation intertwined on their smudge-stained faces.
There was dead silence in the hall, only heavy gasps and the faint sound of ropes rubbing.
The nobles' eyes flickered, exchanging fear and doubt with each other uneasily.
Not long ago, a strong-tempered knight cursed at him for being forced to kneel, and was mercilessly chopped off a finger on the spot by Rollo's men.
The shrill screams and splattered blood, like a cold hammer, instantly smashed the remaining pride and illusions of all the nobles.
At this moment, no one dares to be presumptuous anymore.
Their eyes, involuntarily, with a hint of frightened anticipation, frequently cast their eyes on the vacant tall main seat at the end of the hall.
They were eager to know, who was the mysterious Oriental?
Why is he able to drive an army of undead undead?
And that desperate golden dragon?
Thinking of the giant shadow that covered the sky and the dragon flame that burned everything, many nobles shuddered subconsciously.
Dragon!
The dragon that has disappeared for a hundred years has reappeared in the world here and now!
Where does it come from?
Is it like its owner, from the shadowy land of the East where the legendary dragon still exists?
Many well-educated nobles had ancient legends told by the castle bachelors in their minds, and their hearts were full of doubts.
In this suffocating waiting, the side door was finally pushed open.
They were longing for and terrified "Oriental Wizards", and walked in slowly.
Liu Qian looked indifferent and walked steadily.
He was dressed in a tight-fitting black velvet coat, dark cotton pants underneath, and his long black hair was casually draped over his shoulders.
A long sword hung around his waist, and he casually rested one hand on the hilt of the sword, his cold eyes were like a deep pool, slowly sweeping past the "big people" kneeling in the hall.
The nobles raised their heads one after another, and when they saw Liu Qian's face clearly, their eyes all showed strong shock.
Too young!
This is the first thought that almost crosses everyone's mind.
Liu Qian was only thirteen years old when he left the ruins of Valyria.
Now, it has experienced more than half a year of bloody conquest in the Shijie Islands.
Coburn told him that it was the ninth month of the year 294 Aegon and that he was over fourteen years old.
At the age of fourteen, he was just an ignorant teenager in his previous life, and even in the precocious Westeros, most of the noble children of this age were still serving as attendants, and they were new to the world.
Liu Qian, on the other hand, had become the overlord of the Narrow Sea at this immature age, defeating tens of thousands of armies of the Seven Kingdoms by thunderous means.
He calmly took his seat on the main seat.
Immediately afterwards, several more figures came in from outside the door.
When the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms saw the face of the leader clearly, there was an uncontrollable pumping sound mixed with astonishment and monstrous anger in the hall.
Jorah Mormont!
The former Count of Kumashima, a frequent visitor to the Seven Nations Tournament, participated in many major battles, and many lords and knights present had a relationship with him.
At this moment, "Jorah" was dressed in military uniform, striding up to the high platform with Rollo, Hal and others, and then stood on the left side of the main seat with Rollo and Hal.
Jelena was dressed in armor and stood alone on the right side.
At this moment, no matter how dull the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms were, they completely understood.
The key information that was sent to King's Landing and led to the outpouring of their army was a carefully woven lie.
This Jorah Mormont has long betrayed the Seven Kingdoms, defected to the enemy, and became a downright, insidious and vicious "leading party".
No wonder!
No wonder their carefully planned landing was ambushed.
No wonder they were wiped out.
A great sense of betrayal bit the hearts of the nobles.
Countless eyes burning with anger and eager to devour it alive nailed to "Jorah Mormont" on the high platform.
"Jorah Mormont" turned a blind eye to the countless hateful eyes shooting from below, and her expression was as cold as ice.
He took a step forward and announced in a clear and resonant voice, breaking the dead silence:
"In front of you is the ruler of the Narrow Sea and the Shijie Islands, Liu Qian."
Liu Qian raised his hand slightly and motioned for "Jola" to step back.
He looked down, his voice calm but with invisible pressure:
"Welcome to Bloodstone Island, all the adults of Westeros, I hope you will like the 'hospitality' here."
As soon as the words fell, Maureen Tyrell, the commander of the old town garrison, who was tied up in the audience, could no longer hold back the monstrous anger in his chest.
He struggled to his feet, his eyes red, and let out a deafening roar towards "Jorah" on the high platform:
"Jorah Mormont! You despicable traitor! You have betrayed the Seven Kingdoms, you have betrayed King Robert, you have betrayed the oath of a knight and your duty as a lord! You are willing to be the lackey of this Oriental, transmitting false information, luring the Seven Nations Alliance to death, how many noble bloodlines have become prisoners because of you, how many heroic warriors have been buried in the sea because of you, you deserve to die!! "
Maureen Tyrell's grief-stricken accusation instantly ignited the long-suppressed anger of all the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.
The hall was like boiling water poured into boiling oil, and countless tied nobles and knights struggled to stand up, their mouths erupting with denunciation and curses of Jorah Mormont's betrayal, and the sound almost overturned the roof.
Liu Qian frowned, and his eyes swept coldly towards Luo Luo beside him.
Rollo immediately understood, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he did not hesitate to make a gesture of beheading to the soldiers in the audience.
"Pfft!"
The light of the knife flashed like a piece of silk.
Maureen Tyrell's curse came to an abrupt end, a head flew into the air with an expression of disbelief, and hot blood rushed out of the broken neck like a fountain, splashing on the faces and bodies of many nobles around him, leaving a shocking scarlet.
The nobles who followed closely behind and were about to curse seemed to be choked and froze in an instant, all their voices were stuck in their throats, leaving only the clattering sound of their teeth, and their bodies trembling like chaff.
Liu Qian looked at this group of nobles who were instantly silent and their faces were bloody, and sneered in his heart.
His gaze fell precisely on an extremely embarrassed figure in the corner of the hall.
Paxter Redwin.
According to the confessions of the captured soldiers, the Earl of Qingting Island was the supreme commander of the Seven Nations Alliance.
"Lord Redwin..."
Liu Qian's voice was not high, but it clearly spread throughout the hall of the dead silence: "As the commander of this expedition, I have some questions I want to ask, you bring tens of thousands of troops to my Bloodstone Island, you will not be a guest, right?" "
All eyes instantly focused on Paxter Redwin.
Paxter felt his brain buzzing, and the immense sense of humiliation and fear of death confused his mind.
He didn't understand Liu Qian's intention to ask knowingly.
But under the gaze of hundreds of eyes from the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms around him, he could only force himself to calm down and answer with a dry and hoarse voice:
"I... I am here on the orders of His Majesty Robert Baratheon, King of the Seven Kingdoms, to quell the chaos in the waters of the Shijie Islands. "
"Chaos?"
The corners of Liu Qian's mouth curled up with a hint of mockery: "It's better to say it directly, it's to calm me down, right?" Lord Redwin.
However, as far as I know, the Stone Steps Islands have not been subordinate to the Seven Kingdoms since ancient times.
You have raised troops without authorization and brazenly invaded my territory, and as the master of this land, I have ten thousand reasons to execute all of you on the spot. "
Liu Qian's words were like the cold wind of winter, blowing on them, making them shiver all over, and their faces instantly turned as pale as paper.
The ambition before the expedition, the illusion of wealth and glory has long been shattered.
The harsh reality is that the other side has dragons and fearless legions of the undead, and they are defeated, so utterly.