Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"Sam, where are you taking me?"

"Shouldn't you ask this question clearly before getting on the horse?"

"I'm afraid that if I ask clearly, I won't have the courage to get on the horse."

Samwell laughed loudly: "I will take you to witness a miracle."

"A miracle?" Margaery obviously didn't expect to get such an answer. She turned her head slightly and looked at the man's side face.

Samwell didn't say much, he just rode his horse forward and headed towards the Yingzui Island garrison camp.

The afternoon sun is just right, and the sky is as pure as washing.

But at this moment, a red comet dragged its long tail across the sky, like a wound drawn on the sky, weeping blood.

This strange celestial phenomenon immediately attracted everyone's attention. They had never seen such a bright comet, let alone such a frightening color mixed with blood, flames and sunset.

Margaery also noticed the vision in the sky, and asked with a little dignified curiosity:

"Sam, what's that?"

...

"That is the sword that kills the season."

On the towering tower of Old Town, Lord Leighton Hightower murmured while looking at the red comet in the sky.

After a long while, he suddenly turned around and said to the old man wearing a doctor's ring next to him:

"Send the raven, and tell all the lords of the Seven Kingdoms,

The long summer is over. "

...

"That is the banner raised by the gods for the Lannister family!"

Kevan Lannister, the head of God's Grace City, said to his brother.

Duke Tywin Lannister stared expressionlessly at the red comet across the sky, speechless.

But in his heart, it was far from being as peaceful as it appeared on the surface.

That's right! Crimson is the color of Lannister.

This is the will of the gods!

Lord Tywin raised his whip and pointed in the direction of Sunspear:

"March!"

...

"That's a dragon."

The old Nan of Winterfell in the north said so.

But Bran Stark didn't believe it: "That's a comet, how could it be a dragon?"

Old Nan's eyes were almost blind, but she wriggled her nose and said with certainty:

"It's the dragons, I can smell them. They're back."

"Hoduo," said Hoduo who was squatting aside.

He can only say these two words.

"Aww—"

The direwolf crouched by his feet let out a long howl, as if he mistook the comet for the moon.

...

"That's the torch of the Night's Watch."

On the Great Wall, Jon Snowdao, the illegitimate son of the Duke of Winterfell.

Tomorrow, he will walk out of the Great Wall with Mormont, the commander-in-chief of the night watchman, and head north to the land of eternal winter.

The red comet across the sky made him feel a bit of strength and comfort, maybe this is really the blessing that the gods gave to the night watchman...

"Lord Aemon." Jon turned to look at the old bachelor, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

The blind old scholar curled up in the chair, was silent for a moment, and said:

"Kill the boy in your heart."

"What?" Jon froze for a moment.

"This is what I said to my brother before I came to the Great Wall." Maester Aemon's voice was ethereal, "Kill the boy in your heart so that you can become a man. And a man can take responsibility. Jon, you are the same, because... ..."

The old scholar stared at the illegitimate son of Winterfell with his muddy and pale blind eyes, and slowly spoke the clan language of the Stark family:

"Winter is coming."

...

"That is the soul of my child."

In the desert on the other side of the narrow sea, Daenerys of House Targaryen murmured as she stroked her flat belly.

Her son, the "horse that rode the world," was dead.

Her lover, her sun and star are dead too.

Her brother, the Sleeping Dragon of House Targaryen, would never wake again.

All dead, all dead.

With the blood of the real dragon, he is the last descendant left.

Staring at the funeral pyre in front of her, Daenerys was so sad that she couldn't hold back, and finally, she opened her arms and rushed into the flames.

She heard her knight shouting behind her, but it didn't matter anymore.

The only thing that matters is fire.

They were so beautiful, so dazzling, and the flames surrounded her, gently burning away her clothes, restoring her to the way she had first come into the world.

She took another step forward, the juice gurgled from her bare hair, and dripped on the three oval-shaped stubborn stones.

The fire grew stronger.

At this moment, she seemed to see her husband, her steed, her child again...

The witch's cold revelation sounded in her ears——

"Only death can buy life."

...

"That's Stars Weeping Blood."

In the camp outside the city, the red robe witch Melisandre said.

She raised her hands above her head and prayed loudly to the red comet:

"After the long summer, the stars will cry blood! Cold darkness will cover the whole world! At this time of horror, Azor Ahai will be reincarnated, he will draw the flaming red sword, he will awaken the dragon in the stone, He shall drive away the darkness and bring forth a long summer that will never end!"

The madness of the witch frightened the surrounding soldiers. They watched from a distance, pointed and dared not approach.

"The night is dark and evil everywhere! The day is bright and prosperous!" Melisandre was still praising, "The war is coming! One black, one white. One ice, one fire. Pain and joy, winter and summer, Righteousness and evil! Life or death! The war of the true god is coming! Mortals, it is up to you to make a choice!"

The gemstone in the throat of the red-robed woman exudes dazzling brilliance, which is breathtaking.

But what is even more shocking is her magical words:

"Witness! Mortals! Choose! Azor Ahai, favored by R'hllor, has been reincarnated! He is the Lightbringer! He is the Son of the Flame! He is—"

Melisandre turned her head suddenly, and pointed at the man approaching on horseback:

"Samwell Caesar!"

Margaery, who was curled up in Samwell's arms, was slightly taken aback when she saw so many soldiers suddenly looking at her.

Before she could figure out what happened, she heard the man behind her answer her question just now:

"It was blood and fire."

"Blood and fire?" Margaery looked up at the red comet in the sky again, but failed to understand the man's meaning, "Or'Blood and fire from the same source'?"

Fire And Blood (Fire And Blood) is the family language of the Targaryen family, which means the same thing as blood and fire in the common language of Westeros.

"You will understand later." Samwell got off his horse and walked into his tent.

Not long after, he reappeared, already wearing bronze armor, holding a milky white oval stone in his hand.

"Scatter!" Samwell dispersed the soldiers, "No matter what happens later, don't get close."

After everyone retreated, Samwell placed the dragon egg on the ground, and then drew out the giant sword [Dawn].

The king's blood was still flowing on the sword, and at this time, dense red and gold lines appeared again.

The reappearance of the fire is far more dazzling and brighter than usual, and it complements the red comet in the sky.

Samwell held the sword in both hands, aimed at the dragon egg, and stabbed it down!

boom!

...

"fire!"

In the tent at the center of the Horn Hill army, Dickon Tarly sat up suddenly from his coffin.

He saw fire, a fire that covered the sky, burning everything, devouring everything.

It's like hell.

He was panting rapidly, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

"Where am I..."

"I'm not dead..."

Scenes of incomplete scenes rolled in Dickon's mind, groups of hunting teams chasing wild beasts in the hills, countless people on the battlefield rushed to the towering city walls, hundreds of cavalry charging in the sand sea tore through everything, a picture in the sanctuary A pious and desperate face...

Eventually a raging fire engulfed everything.

In the light of the fire, a familiar yet unfamiliar face danced.

The confusion in Dickon's eyes became more intense:

"elder brother?"

...

The flames poured down like flowing water, instantly igniting the surrounding land.

The orange fireworks created fiery winds that rattled nearby flags.

The flames became more and more violent, engulfing Samwell.

Margaery uttered a cry of alarm and wanted the soldiers to put out the fire, but was held back by Melisandre.

The red-robed witch kept chanting, but because she was speaking in Asshai, no one could understand her.

She looked crazy, her gestures were strangely attractive, and the ruby ​​in her throat gleamed, as if she was about to bleed.

The blazing flames enveloped Samwell, and all the clothes on him were taken off, only the bronze armor shone with a cold light, which was as eternal as time.

Click——

There was a loud noise from the flames, like thunder, deafening, as if the sky was falling apart.

Samwell vaguely heard a roar, distant and vast, as if from another world, or from an ancient era.

Flames rushed across the mountains like a storm, and ash and smoke rose like swords.

The world stopped at this moment.

Everyone forgot to breathe, and they looked at this scene frozen in time with eyes of fear and reverence.

The fire collapsed and dispersed, and Samwell's figure reappeared.

He stood on the scorched earth and ashes, holding a burning red sword, wearing a simple bronze armor, dense red and gold lines along his arms covered his face, making him look like he was wearing a mysterious mask .

But what really attracted everyone's attention was the creature standing on his shoulder——

It is only the size of a kitten, but its whole body is covered with dense milky white scales. Two red-gold lines extend from the corners of the eyes to the back to the tail. A pair of translucent wings are like smoke, strange and beautiful.

It swept across the crowd with its bright red blood-like eyes, with a look of disdain, like a king.

"Dragon!" Margaery covered her mouth and screamed.

Although it was still very young, Margaery was sure that it was a giant dragon that had disappeared for hundreds of years!

They are back!

The Targaryen family tried countless methods and paid countless prices, but they were still unable to hatch dragon eggs, but now...

"How did he do it?" Margaery couldn't help asking.

But as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she seemed to think of the answer.

The man had already told her the answer just now.

The answer lies in the red comet across the sky, in the giant sword flowing with the blood of the king and the scarlet flame——

"Blood and fire."

(End of the second volume)