Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 281: game of the gods

  Chapter 281 The Game of the Gods

   "Maybe?"

  Samwell was not satisfied with this answer.

   "Lord Caesar, do you know about the White Walkers?" Dr. Marvin always likes to lead the conversation by asking questions.

   "The legend is a humanoid intelligent creature north of the Impassable Great Wall. They come with the long night and the cold winter, bringing death and destruction. The night watchman was set up to stop them."

"That's right. The ghosts haven't appeared for thousands of years, but recently there's news from the Great Wall of Impossibility that someone seems to have seen a ghoul. Oh, the so-called ghouls are people who were killed by the ghosts and resurrected. These ghouls have no self-awareness, only kill."

  Samwell's eyes flickered, and he said, "Do you think the resurrection of the White Walker is similar to the resurrection of the Lord of Light?"

   "That's my guess." Dr. Marwin nodded. "It's because the consciousness is affected after the resurrection. It's hard not to make people associate it. Moreover, I also think of another...group."

   "Which one?"

   "The Faceless."

   "The faceless men of the House of Black and White? Those assassins who believe in the God of Many Faces?" Samwell couldn't grasp the other party's jumping thoughts, "Why do you think of them?"

   "Do you know the history of the Faceless Ones?" Dr. Marwyn asked.

   "I heard that the original Faceless Men were slaves working in the mines of Valyria."

   "That's right. Valyria's mines are located in Fourteen Fire Peaks, a huge volcanic chain that spans the connection between the Valyrian Peninsula and the mainland of Essos. Gold, silver and other precious minerals are buried underneath.

  So the Valyrians captured a large number of slaves and forced them to work in the mine below the Fourteen Fire Peaks. It is a **** of flames, the temperature is extremely high, even taking a breath of the air there will burn the lungs, often digging the walls of the caves, but encountering boiling water, steam, magma... It is not a place where ordinary people can live.

  The slaves suffered heavy casualties, and it is said that once they died, Valyrian wizards would resurrect them. I don’t know which **** these wizards borrowed from. Valyria believes in multiple gods.

   But I suspect that R'hllor, the Lord of Light, might be involved, after all, the Fourteen Flames, and flames are the domain of this god. In short, the resurrected slaves know no pain and tirelessness, which is why they can continue to work in such an extreme environment.

  However, the resurrected slaves still retain a sense of self-awareness, which makes them want to die all the time to end their miserable and painful life. They prayed to the gods they believed in, praying for relief.

  Unfortunately, no response was received.

  Until a slave awakened, the original Faceless, he gave the gift of death to his companions, ending their suffering. "

  Hearing this, Samwell immediately understood: "You mean, this original Faceless Man is the one who got rid of the control of the resurrection technique?"

  He has seen similar stories from the original book, of course, the details are slightly different, but he has never thought about the secrets contained in it from this perspective.

"That's my guess. This story is almost a legend, and no one can guarantee its authenticity. But I think, if you want to know how to get rid of the influence of the Lord of Light's resurrection on consciousness, you may refer to this The way the original Faceless Men did it."

   "You mean how he awakened?"

"right."

   "But this story doesn't describe how he awakened."

  Dr. Marwin smiled and reminded:

   "Can you think of which **** he believes in?"

   "The God of Many Faces..." Samwell felt that he seemed to have grasped some key point, but he couldn't see clearly through a layer of tulle.

  Dr. Marwin reminded again:

"Before the Faceless Man, no one had ever believed in this so-called 'God with Many Faces'. Moreover, according to the Faceless Man, the God of Many Faces had thousands of incarnations. He was the Stranger in Westeros. , in Yidi it is a night lion, in Kohor it is a black goat... In short, he can be any **** who represents death."

  Hearing this, Samwell finally realized the weirdness of this so-called belief in the God of Many Faces.

  He is not like a single **** at all, but a collection of all gods representing death.

   "Do you think the reason why the original Faceless Man was able to get rid of the influence of the resurrection technique was because he believed in multiple death gods?"

"That's right!" Dr. Marwin clapped his hands excitedly, "It's like the wind blows from all directions, but the flag will not move. When a person believes in multiple gods, the power of the gods will cancel each other out on him. "

   "Multiple gods..." Samwell thought thoughtfully.

  He suddenly felt that Dr. Marvin's conjecture might be the real way to help his brother get rid of R'hllor's control.

   Maybe Dickon can really try to worship multiple gods...

   It’s just that other gods may not be willing to lower their divine power to fight against R’hllor just because they believe in it.

   But in any case, Samwell thinks this is an idea worth trying.

  It’s better than the words given to him by the red-robed witch Melisandre—

   Remember who you are.

   Samwell had already told Dickon this sentence, but he didn't think that such a simple sentence could free his brother from the control of the Lord of Light.

   "Is it not enough to believe in multiple gods?" Samwell asked again.

"It's not enough. You have to show enough value to attract the attention of the gods." Dr. Marwyn said quietly, "There is also a game between the gods. I always think that the catastrophe of the Fourteen Flames and the Valyrian Empire The destruction is the result of the game of the gods. Perhaps the original Faceless Man played an important role in it."

   Samwell fell into deep thought.

  Dr. Marwin looked at Samwell who had been silent for a long time, and said again:

   "Master Caesar, I have heard many rumors about you, and I also know that you have a red-robed witch who believes in the King of Light."

   "Yes. Her name is Melisandre, from Asshai. Do you know her?"

"I don't know. But as far as I know, the King of Light is the most powerful and dangerous group among the gods. And there is also that prophecy, what stars weep blood, and the long night is coming, Azor The reincarnation of Yahai... Hehe, Lord Caesar, now it seems that you best fit the description of the prince in the prophecy." Dr. Marwin looked at Samwell without reverence, but full of pity on the contrary.

  Samwell was silent.

  Dr. Marvin seemed to be able to see through the other party's mind: "Are you worried that your fate will be manipulated by the Lord of Light? In my opinion, you really need to be worried.

In order to forge the legendary [Lightbringer], Azor Ahai inserted a smoking sword embryo into his wife's beating heart, poured her blood, soul, and courage into the sword, and obtained the Defeat the forces of evil.

  Everyone is singing the praises of Azor's devotion, but I wonder what his wife thinks?

  And what did the prophesied prince think when he personally killed his wife?

   When he made such a crazy move, was he really conscious?

  It is not easy to be a hero who saves the world, I can understand your struggle. "

  The doctor of Xuecheng paused, and then said in an encouraging tone:

   "And as I guessed before, no matter how powerful the gods are, they are also prisoners. They have limited means to interfere in the world. You may not be able to game with them."

  Samwell smiled and said:

   "You seem to be looking forward to this?"

"What a great feat it is to fight against the gods with a mortal body!" Dr. Marvin said with emotion, "How can I not look forward to it. However, I suggest you go to the House of Black and White, those Faceless Ones should know The secret of the young gods. Maybe it will help you."

  Samwell nodded silently, thinking that when he had time, he would take his brother to Braavos on the other side of the narrow sea and visit the famous House of Black and White.

   "Lord Caesar, do you think my knowledge is helpful to you?" Seeing Samwell nodding, Dr. Marwin said hastily, "What about the reward? Can you give me some dragon flesh and blood for research?"

  Samwell shook his head firmly: "I won't let you hurt my dragon. Change your request."

  Dr. Marwin looked regretful, but seeing Samwell's firm attitude, he had no choice but to give up.

  After thinking for a while, he said again:

   "Then wait for your dragon to give birth to a dragon egg, can you give me one?"

  Samwell frowned: "You should know that some dragons will never lay eggs for a lifetime."

   "I understand, this is a risk I'm willing to take." Dr. Marwin shrugged.

   "And, even if I give you a dragon egg, do you have the ability to hatch it?"

   "I just want to use it for research, and I don't necessarily need to hatch a dragon."

   "Okay." Samwell finally nodded, "If my dragon lays a dragon egg, I will give you one."

   "Thank you for your generosity!" Dr. Marwin was satisfied.

   "Don't worry." Samwell said again, "The secret you just told me is not worth a dragon's egg, so I have another condition."

   "Please tell me."

   "Since you are a Ph.D. in the Academy City, you must have done a lot of research on domesticating ravens, right?"

   "Of course." Dr. Marvin said proudly, "But to be honest, ravenology is the most elementary subject, and there is nothing to boast about.",

   "Then you must also know how to let a group of ravens die silently?"

   "Death?" Dr. Marwyn frowned.

"Yes."

   "There are ways..."

   "Very good." Sam Wells said, "My condition is that after two weeks, I want all the ravens in Highgarden to die! Not a single one left!"

  Dr. Marvin narrowed his eyes and asked cautiously: "What are you doing?"

   "You don't need to ask too much, this is my condition, can you do it?"

   "The purpose of the school city is not to participate in political struggles among lords..."

   "I didn't let you participate in political battles. I just asked you to kill some stupid birds."

  Dr. Marvin took out a handful of sour leaf grass and stuffed it into his mouth again. After chewing for a while, he opened his big mouth stained with red juice, and said:

"Can."