Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 316: picture in flames

  Chapter 316 The picture in the flames

   "Come in."

  Samwell pushed open the door and walked into the warm and bright room.

  Five tallow candles were burning blazingly on the window sill, and four more candles stood at both ends of the long table, and bright flames were dancing in the fireplace. This was the room of the red-robed witch Melisandre, which would never fall into darkness.

   "Can you still see the scene in the flames?" Samwell asked looking at the witch who was sitting in front of the fireplace staring at the flames in a daze.

   "I can see it again recently." Melisandre got up slowly, came to the table, poured two glasses of red wine, and handed one of them to Samwell.

   "I advise you to stop watching it." Samwell took the glass and took a sip, "Those images are most likely R'hllor's trick."

"I will be careful." Melisandre took a sip of wine and put the glass back on the table, "However, I can no longer feel the power of the Lord of Light. Instead, it is more like another **** passing through the flames Tell me."

   "Which one?"

   "The Virgin of Light."

  Samwell froze for a moment before reacting: "The goddess of Yidi?"

   "Yes." Melisandre nodded, "It is said that she also controls the power of light and flame."

   "But it may also have ulterior motives." Samwell reminded.

   "I understand. So now I don't trust the pictures I see in the flames. Just use them as a reference."

  She blinked her eyes and stretched again. A feeling of fatigue enveloped the witch, making her clearly aware that her strength was declining.

   "Your Majesty, how is your witchcraft practice?"

   "It's okay." Samwell spread out his palm and showed the silver-white spark mark to the witch, "However, there seems to be something wrong with the mark you left on me last time."

  Melisandre touched the mark, frowned slightly, and said:

   "The seal is weakening. Have you heard some unwanted sounds recently?"

   "Yes. Can you fix the seal?"

   Melisandre shook her head:

   "My current strength has declined a bit seriously, I'm afraid I can't help you anymore.

The reason why you hear those voices is because your soul power is strong and you can easily feel the elemental sea. Influence.

  I tried to block this influence before, but now it seems that I still overestimated myself. "

  Samwell frowned: "The fluctuation of the elemental sea? What is that?"

Melisandre explained: "The sea of ​​elements contains immense power, just like the sea. Mortals are too small in front of it, and any fluctuation of it can whip up a frenzy and swallow us up. This is the practice of witchcraft. the greatest danger encountered.

  People with strong soul power, although they can better feel the sea of ​​elements and practice witchcraft at an amazing speed, are also more likely to be swallowed and assimilated because of this. "

  Samwell took another sip of wine, pondered:

   "But the voice I heard sounded like someone speaking, and it was in Valyrian."

   Melisandre stared at Samwell with blood-red eyes for a long while before saying:

"The mysteries of the sea of ​​elements cannot be understood by mortals, so I'm afraid I can't give you a satisfactory answer. However, if you really hear the Valyrian language, you may go to the Valyrian ruins in the sea of ​​smoke to replace out. There There are many secrets hidden, but remember, there are also great risks."

   There are indeed huge risks. Samwell knew that the "Black Death" Balerion was seriously injured in the ruins of Valyria, and his white dragon might not have enough strength to break into that forbidden land.

   "Let's talk about it later." Samwell looked at the imprint on his palm, "This seal should last for a while, and the current raving is not too serious, I can bear it."

   Melisandre nodded, and she didn't seem to suggest that Samwell go to the ruins of Valyria:

   "Actually, there is another way, that is, you can master a large amount of witchcraft knowledge as soon as possible, and possess powerful witchcraft power. In this way, the fluctuation of the elemental sea will not have too much influence on you."

  Samwell nodded silently, feeling a sense of urgency in his heart.

  At this moment, Melisandre suddenly asked:

   "Your Majesty, are you planning to go to the continent of Essos across the narrow sea?"

"Yes." Samwell looked at the witch with a little surprise, "In two days, I plan to go to Astapor in Slaver's Bay to meet the mother of dragons. You just saw the relevant picture in the flames ?”

"Dragon and dragon are destined to meet each other." Melisandre nodded, as if looking forward to it, but then changed the subject, "However, I want to remind you that the nature of giant dragons is not so easy. tamed."

  Samwell smiled and said: "I understand. But it is also because of this that it is more fulfilling to make the dragon surrender."

   Melisandre's eyes flashed, and she said again:

"Astapor used to be the territory of the ancient Ghis Empire. When the Valyrian dragon kings destroyed the Ghis Empire, it was transformed into a slave trading center. There should be some information about the ancient Ghis Empire and Valy. You may pay attention to the secrets of the Leah Empire."

  Samwell nodded thoughtfully: "Okay."

  Paused, he said again: "Can you let me also see the picture you saw in the flames?"

   Melisandre nodded:

   "Of course. But as you reminded me before, these pictures may be the tricks of the gods, you have to be careful."

   "I understand." Since the Blood Reef Island incident, both of them had a natural resistance to the gods.

  Melisandre took Samwell's hand, led him to the fireplace, pointed to the jumping fire, and said:

   "Your Majesty, please look."

   Samwell looked intently, and saw the ashes rising from the flames, as well as the city engulfed in flames.

  Over the city, a huge phantom can be seen faintly. It has the body of a woman, the wings of a bat, the tail of a scorpion, and the claws of an eagle, with two bolts of lightning in its claws.

   "Harpy." Samwell blurted out.

  He knows that this is the symbol of the Gughis Empire, just as the dragon is the symbol of the Valyrian Empire.

  The phantom of the harpy in the flames seems to be shouting something, but the sound cannot be conveyed on the screen.

  The city beneath it crumbled and fell in flames, and in the twisted air and ash, Samwell saw a black shadow—

dragon!

  It is facing the sky and roaring, its wings spread and fold forward, as if protecting something.

  Through layers of smoke and ashes, Samwell finally saw the figure under the black dragon's wings.

  A girl with silver hair.

  The clothes on her body were burned off by the fire, revealing her skin that was crystal clear like white jade.

  At this moment, she suddenly raised her head, and her violet eyes seemed to meet Samwell's eyes through the barrier of time and space.

   "Daenerys Targaryen."