Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 337: break through

  Chapter 337 Breakthrough

   "Hmph!" The woman wrinkled the tip of her small nose, "I thought you really forgot my name."

   "How come." Samwell removed his hand from the woman's neck.

  He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

   But more doubts arose.

  When he heard that he was called "Azor", he immediately thought of the legendary hero who ended the long night and saved the world—

  Azor Ahai.

  The red robe witch Melisandre firmly believes that he is the reincarnation of Azor Ahai.

   Unexpectedly, Samwell was actually regarded as Azor Ahai one day.

   And since he is Azor Ahai, then of course his wife is Nissa Nissa.

   Looking at the beautiful girl with silver hair and purple eyes in front of him, Samwell tossed various thoughts.

  The wife of the legendary hero who ended the Long Night was a Valyrian?

  But Azor Ahai and Nissa Nissa lived tens of thousands of years ago, before the Valyrian Empire was established.

   Perhaps, Nissa Nissa is the ancestor of the Valyrians.

   "What's wrong with you?" Nisha couldn't help being a little surprised seeing her husband staring at her.

   "It's nothing." Samwell leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his wife's hair.

  Nissa gave a gentle smile, put aside the doubts just now, took the man's arm, and asked as she walked:

   "How's it going outside?"

   "It's still the same." Samwell said vaguely.

   "The situation is getting worse and worse." Nissa said worriedly, "I'm afraid this shelter won't last long, the temple has already reported that it will be evacuated..."

  Samwell listened quietly, searching for useful information from the woman's words.

   At the same time, he was thinking about the purpose of this illusion.

   Now he felt more and more that the suddenly revived harpy was probably the bait thrown to him by the gods of Ghiscari, just to lure him to this ruined city and see a series of visions.

  What do they want to do?

   convey some kind of information?

   Or, like the Lord of Light, wanting him to be their puppet?

  If it is the latter, Samwell is not too worried. If the Ghiscari gods want to possess him, they must first ask the other two great gods on him whether they agree...

   woo woo woo —

  The sudden sound of the horn made the whole city freeze for a moment.

  Sam Well stopped in his tracks, still wondering what the sound of the horn meant, but the woman beside him suddenly became nervous:

   "This is the blood armor warriors summoned by the temple! I'm afraid something urgent is about to happen, Azor, go quickly."

  Samwell realized that he was actually a so-called blood armor warrior.

  But he doesn't know where the temple is.

   Fortunately, there were other summoned people running in one direction, so Samwell bid farewell to Nissa and followed.

  The dark buildings around him receded quickly, and the terrain gradually rose.

   Soon, Samwell came to the top of the hill, where a huge black stone building stood, and the pattern on the bronze gate looked familiar.

  But he didn't have time to think too much at this time, so he followed the crowd into the hall.

   "...Cosselon! How dare you question my decision!"

"That was not what I meant…"

   "Get out!" The man sitting on the throne at the end of the hall said coldly.

  He was wearing a huge and bloated dark red armor, only showing a pair of cold red eyes.

   "But Your Highness!" The man kneeling under the stage was still trying to argue, "The long night is about to cover the Thirteenth Sanctuary, and there are more and more terrifying monsters. This place can no longer support it, and there is no need to continue to hold on!"

   "I said, get out!" The armored man on the stage said coldly again.

  Two guards rushed over, held the man under the stage hostage, and dragged him out.

  The hall fell silent again.

  The armored man on the throne slowly scanned the crowd with blood-red eyes, and said:

  "The Thirteenth Sanctuary is indeed about to be shrouded in darkness, but I will not retreat! The long night is coming, but someone has to light the torch, even at the cost of life."

  Samwell looked at the stubborn and proud armored man on the stage, his eyes moved slightly.

  The other blood armor warriors in the hall were even more enthusiastic, and they all spoke in agreement:

   "Fight to the end! Never retreat!"

  The man on the stage shook his head slowly: "Some people are still needed to **** the civilians away. Seris Puka, Anderson Clay, Azor Ahai..."

  After hearing the name of "myself", Samwell imitated other people who were named, stepped forward, and saluted his chest.

   "You immediately arrange for the evacuation of civilians!"

"yes!"

  Samwell followed these people out and heard a man's voice from the hall behind him:

   "The rest, if you want to go, you can go now, I won't force you."

  Samwell turned his head, but didn't see a blood armor warrior flinching.

  A tragic but firm atmosphere permeated the hall.

  Out of the gate, Samwell was thinking about what to do when he heard roars coming from the darkness in the distance.

  In an instant, countless roars became more dense and approached rapidly.

  The sharp whistle sounded in the shelter, and people on the street began to panic and run in all directions.

   "Evacuate from the south gate!" A blood armor warrior began to assign tasks, "Seres, Anders, you are responsible for evacuating the civilians in the western area, Craig, Azor, you are in charge of the northern area..."

  Samwell turned around and left, but he didn't go to the North District. He was already impatient with this illusion.

  These gods and their believers are babbling all day long, talking like riddles, and constantly making some illusions for people to guess.

  Samwell was tired of playing this kind of guessing game with them.

   Moreover, he also saw clearly the weakness, or limitations, of these so-called gods.

  Going down the high hill, Samwell ignored his task and went straight in the direction he came from.

   Surrounded by panicked crowds, some people saw Samwell's identity and wanted to seek asylum, but he ignored them.

  The sky is so dark that it is heart-pounding, like thick ink, and it looks gloomy as if it is about to be suppressed.

   "Where are you going?" A man suddenly blocked Samwell's way, his face was hidden under the robe, and he couldn't see clearly.

   "None of your business." Sam Well said, walking non-stop.

  The man in the robe said eagerly: "The long night is coming, darkness covers the earth, the world is waiting for a hero..."

   "Then go replace it." Samwell quickened his pace.

   "You are the hero!" The man in the robe chased after him relentlessly, "You need to forge a heroic red sword, an emissary to dispel darkness..."

   "Lightbringer, isn't it?" Samwell pulled out the giant sword behind his back suddenly, "Is it it?"

  The man still wanted to speak, but in the next second, a milky white giant sword came over!

  唰—

  The robed man turned into a thick black mist, his twisted mouth seemed to want to say something more.

  But Samwell turned and left.

  Boom! !

  The ground trembled suddenly, and a huge figure protruded from the darkness, roaring wildly.

   "Burn! My blood! My will! My strength!" A resonant voice came from the temple and spread throughout the city in an instant.

  Samwell looked back, and saw the man in the dark red armor he saw before standing on the top of the temple, covered in fire.

  Darkness invaded, he looked so small, yet so tall.

  But the next moment, a huge head crashed down, submerging the armored man and the entire temple.

  Darkness spread like a tide, and the whole city was crumbling.

   "Azor!" Another voice came from the darkness.

  Samwell turned his head and saw Nissa Nissa running over.

According to legend, when Azor Ahai forged the sword [Lightbringer], he inserted the red-hot sword embryo into the chest of his wife Nissa Nissa, injecting her blood, soul and power into the sword. Among them, the casting was finally completed.

  So, seeing Nissa approaching, Samwell raised his sword and stabbed.

   Chi—

  The giant sword pierced Nissa's chest, and the expression on her face hadn't had time to change in astonishment.

   "Azor..." Nissa's face became distorted, blood gurgled from her mouth, dripped on the milky white sword, and condensed into **** flowers.

  Samwell looked at her quietly: "Isn't this the ending you want to see?"

  The expression on Nisha's face suddenly became very strange, like anger and pity.

  The trembling of the world became more and more intense, and the darkness was like giant snakes cruising in the air, devouring the last light.

   "Don't destroy the last hope. The price of salvation is sacrifice." Nissa said, but she didn't use her own voice, but it seemed that the voices of thousands of people merged together.

   Declare to Samwell.

  The space is fragmented, and the scene in front of me melts into darkness.

  Samwell opened his eyes again, and finally saw Cleopatra's figure.

   Bailong seemed to have been waiting by his side for a long time, seeing him wake up at this time, he immediately let out a excited neigh.

  Samwell touched its hot forehead. Although he was full of confusion, he also regained a lot of confidence.

  No matter what the Ghiscari gods are planning, he is not ready to participate in the opponent's game.

  After making a decision, Samwell turned over and rode on the white dragon, saying:

   "Come on, fly high. Fly out of this **** ruin!"

  Cleopatra seemed to have wanted to leave a long time ago, her vibrating leather wings soared into the sky, and the huge airflow raised dust all over the sky.

   Soon, one person and one dragon rushed out of the thick fog, and finally the sun appeared again in the field of vision.

  Samwell looked at the glare of the sun, feeling as if he had passed away.

   But just as he was about to ride the dragon back to Astapor, the harpies unexpectedly appeared below, and roared provocatively at Samwell.

   "You still want to seduce me." Samwell curled his lips in disdain, looked at the other's only eyeball, and smiled, "Unfortunately, I am no longer interested in your eyeball."

   After finishing speaking, he drove the white dragon to go north.

  The harpy was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that the other party would ignore her at all.

  Her complexion changed for a while, and finally she could only let out an angry growl at Samwell's back.