Chapter 191

Chapter 191 Blood and Fire

  "Sam, where are you taking me?"

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

  "I'm afraid that if I had asked, I wouldn't have the courage to get on the horse."

  Samwell laughed loudly: "I'll 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 side of the man's face.

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

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

  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 colour mixed with blood, flames and sunset.

  Margaery also noticed the vision in the sky, and asked solemnly out of curiosity:

  "Sam, what is that?"

  ...

  "That is the sword that kills the season."

  On the towering tower in Old Town, Hightower looked at the red comet in the sky and murmured.

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

  "Release the white crow, and notify all the lords of the Seven Kingdoms that the long summer is over."

  ...

"Raise the flag!"

  Kevan Lannister, in GodsGrace City, said to his brother.

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

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

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

  This is the will of the gods!

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

  "March!"

  ...

  "That's a dragon."

  Said Old Nun from Winterfell in the north.

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

  Old Nun's eyes were almost blind, but she moved her nose, very sure:

  "It's a dragon, I can smell them. They're back."

  "Hodor," said Hodor, who was squatting beside him.

  He can only say these two words.

  "Aww—"

  The dire wolf crawling at 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."

  Jon Snow, the illegitimate son of the Duke of Winterfell, said on the Wall.

  Tomorrow, he will walk out of the 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 maester, "What else do you want to tell me?"

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

  "Kill the boy in your heart."

  "What?" Jon was stunned for a moment.

  "This is what I said to my brother before I came to the Wall."

Maester Aemon's tone was ethereal, "Kill the boy in your heart so that you can become a man. And a man that can take responsibility. Jon, you are the same, because... ..."

  The old scholar stared at the illegitimate child of Winterfell with his cloudy and pale blind eyes, and slowly spoke the family motto 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, stroking her flat belly.

  Her son, the "the Stallion Who Mounts 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, she 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 sweat gurgled from her bare hair and dripped on the three oval-shaped stone stones.

  The fire grew stronger.

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

The witch's cold revelation sounded in her ears-

  "Only death can exchange life."

  ...

  "That's the stars weeping blood."

  said the red witch Melisandre in the camp outside the city.

  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, and he will pull out the burning sword, He will wake up the dragon in the stone, drive away the darkness, and bring about a long summer that will never end!"

The witch's crazy appearance frightened the soldiers around, they watched from afar, pointing, dare 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, Justice and evil! Life or death! The war of the true gods is coming! Mortals, it is up to you to make a choice!"

  The gemstone in the throat of the red woman exudes dazzling brilliance, which was breathtaking.

  But what is even more shocking was her magical words:

  "Witness! Mortals! Choose! Azor Ahai, favoured by R'hllor, has been reincarnated! He is the messenger of light! He is the son of the flame!" He's—"

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

  "Samwell Caesar!"

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

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

  "That's blood and fire."

  "Blood and fire?" Margaery looked up at the red comet in the sky again. , failed to understand what the man meant, "Or ' Fire and Blood '?"

  Fire and Blood is a family motto of the Targaryen family, and it has the same meaning 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 armour, 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 was 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 centre of the Horn Hill army, Dickon Tarly sat up from the coffin suddenly.

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

  It was like hell.

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

  "Where am I..."

  "Am I dead..."

  Scenes of incomplete scenes rolled in Dickon's mind, hunting teams chasing wild beasts in the hills, countless people on the battlefield rushed towards the towering city wall, the charge of hundreds of cavalry in the sand sea tore through everything, the pious and desperate faces in the Sept...

  Finally, a raging fire swallowed everything.

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

  The confusion in Dickon's eyes became more intense:

  "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 armour shone coldly, as if it was timeless.

  Kacha——

  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 simple bronze armor, dense red and gold lines along his arms covering 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 was only the size of a kitten, but its whole body was covered with dense milky white scales, two red and gold lines extended from the corners of the eyes, across the back to the end of the tail, a pair of translucent wings 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 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 great sword flowing with the blood of the king and the scarlet flame——

  "Blood and Fire."

[END]

  (End of the second volume)