Count Paxter took a hard breath, as if to draw the last bit of courage:
"The Imperial Council received information from Sir Chora, which claimed that the new forces rising in the Stonestep Islands intended to invade Westeros in the future, so His Majesty the King and the Imperial Council decided to preemptively send troops to the Stonestep Islands."
Liu Qian's eyes turned to "Jola", with a playful smile on his face:
"Oh? Sir Jorah, is what Lord Redwin said true? "
"Jorah" had just a cold, inviting smile on her face, and she simply admitted:
"Yes, my lord, I am following your instructions to confuse the Iron Throne through carefully woven intelligence and induce them to gather their main fleet here, so that you can complete your battle and annihilate it in one fell swoop."
"Jorah's" words were like a bucket of boiling oil, pouring into the hall again.
Even more intense anger erupted in the eyes of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, and their teeth rattled.
This naked admission confirms the most terrible conspiracy.
The tall and burly Earl Jon Amber from the Last Hearth City in the North could no longer hold back, and he struggled and roared, his voice like a bell:
"Jorah Mormont, you bitch bastard! Your betrayal of the Seven Kingdoms has brought shame to the entire northern border, your family, and your father! "
When "Jorah Mormont" heard this, instead of being ashamed at all, she let out a disdainful snort, and her voice was full of bitter resentment:
"Shame? When Ed Stark, that sanctimonious hypocrite, exiled me from the North like a lost dog, I no longer belonged to the North, not to the Seven Kingdoms, and my loyalty was dedicated only to the lords of the Narrow Sea and the Stone Steps, until one day, when our army landed in Westeros..."
He paused deliberately, and his eyes swept over the frightened faces of the princes of the Northern Realm below: "I, Jorah Mormont, will become the new Guardian of the Northern Realm and take back everything that should belong to me!" "
As soon as these words came out, it was like casting a thunderbolt among the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.
The princes in the north changed their faces even more drastically, pale as paper.
They never expected that Jorah Mormont's ambition would swell to such an extent that she would try to replace the Stark family.
Big Jon Amber trembled with anger, he suddenly remembered something and roared sharply:
"Jorah, you wolf-hearted thing! Did you know that your aunt, Madame Maggie Mormont, personally led her troops to rescue you from Bloodstone Island, and the result was ... As a result, the dragon of the new master in front of you was burned alive at sea! "
There was no sadness or shock on "Jorah's" face, only a chilling indifference, and even a hint of cold arc hanging from the corner of her mouth:
"So what? The position of the lord of Kumashima should have been mine, my good aunt Mei Ji, but she took advantage of my exile and stole my position, and she deserved to die! "
The words of "Chora" pierced the hearts of all the princes of the North like an ice pick.
There was a dead silence in the hall, and everyone was speechless by Jora's cold-blooded remarks.
Big Jon's eyes widened, looking at the familiar and extremely strange person on the stage in disbelief, and Jora's words completely destroyed the image of the man from the north in his memory.
The other northern lords set off turbulent waves in their hearts.
What exactly did Jorah Mormont go through?
What made him the ruthless and ambitious devil he is today?
Compared with the complex emotions of the northern lords, the southern lords harbored pure hatred for Chora.
They had only a few connections with Jora, and when they learned that Jorah not only designed to harm the entire Seven Nations Alliance, but also had huge ambitions to subvert Westeros and replace the Great Lord, hatred burned like poisonous fire in their chests.
Kevon Lannister endured the severe pain caused by the shoulder injury, and asked in a low but powerful voice:
"Invasion of Westeros? Sir Jorah, are you completely insane? Help a Gentile invade the land that gave birth to you, where do you place the honor of a knight, where do you place the gaze of the gods?! "
Liu Qian took over the conversation, his voice with a hint of mockery:
"Gentiles can't rule Westeros? So, what is House Targaryen? "
Kevin immediately retorted, with the inherent pride of the Westeros:
"The Targaryens are dead, and now it is the Baratheon family that sits on the Iron Throne."
Liu Qian let out a disdainful sneer:
"Baratheon? It's just the illegitimate bloodline of the Targaryen family.
Do you think I don't know the history of your seven kingdoms? Which of your ancestors, your Andals, did not cross the sea from the Eastern Continent? What do they rely on? It is a massacre, a bloody conquest between each other!
What qualifications do you, the descendants of invaders and butchers, have to talk about honor and pretend in front of me? Look at what you have done to the natives of Westeros, look at the forgotten fish beams, your so-called knightly honors, which one is not built on the bones of countless people? Don't put on a noble face in front of me. "
Kaifeng was choked by Liu Qian's ruthless, pointing out the dark side of history, and his face turned red.
What Liu Qian said is true, whether it is the migration of the ancestors or the invasion of the Andals, it is accompanied by bloody conquest and racial substitution, and this history cannot be described as "noble".
Count Paxter Redwin on the other side held on to his last dignity and said seriously to Liu Qian:
"Even so, you don't want to succeed, the Seven Kingdoms are vast and have countless elite armies, even if we lose our power at sea, it is absolutely impossible for you to defeat our powerful alliance on land."
When Liu Qian heard this, he just smiled lightly, as if he heard something interesting:
"Oh? Is it? "
Looking at Liu Qian's relaxed and freehand smile, as if he had a chance to win, Paxter suddenly remembered the terrifying golden beast that was hovering in the sky and burning everything, and the trace of confidence he had just mentioned instantly dissipated, and he could only add through gritted teeth:
"One... One dragon is not enough! "
Prince Dorne Oberon Martell calmly added at this point:
"What Master Paxter said is that the Targaryens conquered Westeros with three dragons, and even so, one of the dragons, 'Mirasis', also fell to our Dorne, and one dragon cannot change the final outcome."
Liu Qian's smile converged on his face and he stopped responding, as if acquiescing to Oberen's words.
The nobles of the Seven Kingdoms looked at Liu Qian's weakening momentum, and thought that he was frightened by Oberon, and exchanged glances.
They prayed in their hearts that perhaps the Oriental would give up the invasion of Westeros because of this.
Liu Qian sneered in his heart.
He had no intention of telling them about the dragon egg.
He had just scanned the crowd, and the anger in the eyes of all the nobles in the audience was almost overflowing as they stared at "Jorah Mormont".
His goal has been achieved.
At this time, Jorah Mormont had become a complete "traitor" in everyone's minds, and she couldn't wash away it even if she jumped into the Blackwater River.
Liu Qian waved his hand and said:
"Well, stop the gossip, Rollo, send our distinguished 'guests' back to their 'rooms' to rest.
Rollo bowed and took the order: "Obey, my lord!" "