Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 463: source of the storm

Chapter 463 The source of the storm

  Samwell rode a white dragon and flew over the city wall, looking at the ghouls engulfed in flames below, but he didn't feel much relief in his heart.

  Although the east city wall was temporarily stabilized, the Mud Gate on the south side had been breached by ghouls, and now they had invaded the city and dispersed into residential areas. Even if he wanted to ride a dragon to help, he couldn't do anything.

   Moreover, it is impossible for the white dragon to breathe fire indefinitely. There will always be times when it is exhausted, but there are more and more ghouls, as if they are endless.

  If this continues, perhaps the more than 100,000 troops and the 500,000 people in King's Landing City will become ghouls sooner or later.

  Once this kind of thing really happens, who else in Westeros can stop such an army of ghouls?

  He never imagined that the ghouls would appear in King's Landing ahead of time before the winter really came.

   As for the weakness of ghouls, he actually knew very early on that it was nothing more than Valyrian steel and dragonglass weapons.

   Valyrian steel is too rare, but dragonglass is not.

  In order to deal with the coming White Walkers, Samwell ordered people to acquire dragon crystals early on, and manufactured dragon crystal weapons on a large scale.

   But these dragonglass weapons were left in Storm's End.

  He didn't expect to encounter these ghosts in King's Landing, so he didn't bring dragonglass weapons with the army at all.

   It must be too late to send someone back to fetch it now.

  The only way at this time may be to end this storm from the source.

  The ghouls are resurrected by some kind of witchcraft. As long as the caster is eliminated, the ghouls will not continue to increase, and the battle will be much easier.

  Thinking of this, he immediately drove the white dragon to fly towards Black Water Bay.

  He could feel that the source of this storm was at sea.

   Reminiscent of the Stormland Fleet, which has no news of it, Samwell speculates that this may be the masterpiece of that lunatic Euron Greyjoy.

  The sky over Heishui Bay was also pitch black, and it was difficult to tell the direction only by the occasional flashes of lightning.

   Fortunately, Samwell can feel a powerful wave of witchcraft, and he will not lose his way if he takes this as his goal.

  But as he got closer to the source of the storm, the smell of blood and decay in the air became more intense.

  Some kind of low murmur came from nowhere and rang around his ears like a tarsus, disturbing him.

   This voice is very similar to the voice Samwell heard from the Sea of ​​Elements due to his high mental value.

  Samwell didn't have time to think about what this meant. The white dragon was so fast that it didn't take long to come over an island shrouded in red smoke.

   "Go down."

  Receiving Samwell's order, the white dragon swooped down immediately.

  Almost at the same time, Euron Greyjoy below also noticed the approach of the white dragon.

  He was standing in the middle of a strange blood-colored magic circle, wearing a soap-colored scale armor, as black as smoke, but also as light as silk. The edges of the scale armor are red gold, constantly shining with light, showing the strange patterns around—

  Pictographs, scrolls, and mysterious symbols.

   Euron threw back his head, one eye was shielded, and the other blue right eye was staring at the smoky sky.

"Roar-"

  Suddenly, there was a loud and clear dragon chant above his head, followed by overwhelming dragon flames pouring down from the sky.

  But the magic circle under Euron's feet suddenly burst into dazzling red light, and a nearly transparent mask suddenly appeared, blocking Dragon Flame out.

   "Caesar!" Euron laughed loudly and opened his arms, as if welcoming an old friend who had been reunited for a long time. "You are finally here! I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

  Seeing that the dragon flames could not take effect, Samwell controlled the white dragon to land on the cliff near the sea, looking down at Euron from a height.

  His eyes lingered on the **** magic circle for a moment, and also saw two corpses in the magic circle, and a dying golden dragon—

   That's Viserion.

   "I've always wanted to see you too." Sam Will said, his voice piercing the storm, "It's a pity that I missed it many times."

   "What a pity."

   "Yeah, otherwise I should have killed you long ago to save you from making so many troubles."

   Euron laughed again:

   "Caesar, you are wrong. We are not enemies and never were."

  Sam Wilton was immediately happy:

   "If I remember correctly, the first time we met, you wanted to rob my ship, and later you robbed one of my dragons, and now you actually drive an army of ghouls to attack my city. Could it be that you did this out of friendship to me?"

   "It's all a little misunderstanding." Euron said indifferently, "I think we are friends because we have common enemies."

   "A common enemy?"

   "That's right. Those gods who cheat the world!"

  Samwell's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked tentatively:

   "How much do you know about the gods?"

   "I know too well!" Euron said, "They are the embodiment of lies, they are the prisoners of power, and they are the common enemy of all mortals!"

   "Be clear." Samwell continued to ask.

   Euron showed a playful expression on his face, and asked:

   "Caesar, you actually know better than me. Think about what R'hllor has done to you? Don't tell me, you still consider yourself a follower of the Red God."

   "Of course not." Sam Will said, "Tell me, what is the purpose of the gods?"

   "I want to know too!" Euron laughed, "That's why I reproduced this witchcraft that was passed down from ancient Asshai."

   "Reprint?"

   "Yes, Caesar. Have you ever heard of Kingdom of Dawn?"

   Samwell nodded.

  The Kingdom of Dawn is an ancient empire in legend, located on the Essos continent on the other side of the Narrow Sea. It is said that its territory extends to the Skeleton Mountains in the west, the Gray Wasteland in the east, the Shivering Sea in the north, and the Jade Sea in the south.

   Moreover, the legend of Azor Ahai also comes from the Kingdom of Dawn.

   It is said that the first ruler of Dawn Shang Kingdom was Tiandi, the only son of the **** Night Lion and the Daughter of Light. This Emperor of Heaven reigned for 10,000 years and was passed down from generation to generation.

  Until a man named Bloodstone Emperor became the king of Dawn Kingdom. He studied terrible witchcraft and disrespected the gods, so one day a black stone fell from the sky, causing blood chaos and long night.

  Fortunately, a great warrior Azor Ahai (the Yidi people called him Yi Tal) defeated the evil in the darkness with the [Lightbringer] and brought light back to the world.

   "It's all a hoax! It's all a lie!" Euron yelled. "Caesar, I know you don't want to be Azor Ahai, that's a trap! A trap of the gods!

  Night Lion? Daughter of Light? Hahaha, do they think that mortals won't recognize them if they change their names?

  Look at the fate of the former Kingdom of Dawn, and think about the horror of the Shadowland today.

  Those gods are not saviors at all!

   They are the source of all disasters! "

   "Why did they do this?" Samwell asked.

   "Because the real mystery of power is hidden in the disaster of destroying the world!" Euron shouted, "Come on, Caesar! Instead of letting those false gods gain power through destroying the world, why don't we bring disasters and destroy the world first!

   When the time comes, this power will belong to you and me!

  We will be the new gods! "

   "You are really crazy." Samwell shook his head.

  "The wisdom of mortals cannot understand what I do, so they think it is crazy. But Caesar, you should understand me!"

  Samwell shook his head firmly again, and at the same time drove the white dragon to swoop down towards the scarlet magic circle again.

   "Dragon Burn!"