Game of Thrones: Dragonborn Comes

Two streams of lava dragon flames continued to expand, and the flames swept across the bridge deck. The unavoidable believers of the Lord of Light could only watch the flames engulf themselves, killing hundreds of people in an instant.

Some of the magicians drew circles with their hands, with a flame shield erected in front of them, some jumped off the roof to escape into the house, and some had no choice but to hide their bodies behind their companions.They believe in the King of Light, and it is okay to burn others to death, but they have never been burned by flames.

Two balls of dragon flames swept across the crowd, enveloping the magician, the Holy Fire Hand and believers in the flames. Other believers of the Lord of Light were too scared to move when they saw this scene.

"Kill!" The Dragon Worshipers will not let go of such a good opportunity.

After the raging flames disappeared, the wooden structures of the shops on both sides of the long bridge were ignited, and more than half of the magicians were burned to death.

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"Ah~~~" There were many people on fire walking around howling, and fell to the ground after a while.

The surviving magician put away the flame shield, and someone reacted quickly and started shouting: "The two of them must have no magic power, kill them!"

On the roof of a shop, Benello, whose face was covered in black stains, was unharmed. Seeing the seriousness of the casualty, he yelled at Melisandre beside him: "You are the high priest of the Lord of Light. Don't move and just stand there. Are you watching a play here?"

"As soon as I do it, Werther Baratheon will do it too, are you sure?" Melisandre condescended, pointing her finger at the crowd in the distance.

Benello looked at Melisandre's fingers, her tall body and keel armor were so conspicuous on the chaotic battlefield.But Benello still didn't give up: "This is a battle of beliefs, a war of gods! You are the strongest among us, even if you don't attack ordinary believers, can you lure Werther away!"

"Leave him away?" Melisandre looked at the gently flowing river under the bridge, and then at Werther who was talking to the people around him in the distance: "I'll try!"

At this time, the battle had been fought from evening to night, and the firelight on the bridge made the shadow of the long bridge fall on the river.Melisandre took two steps and jumped directly from the top of the shop into the river.

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Head up and feet down, Melisandre's red robe was lifted by the air current, and she stretched out her hands to press the robe against her chest.At this time, her white body below the waist was completely exposed, and only people with excellent eyesight watching the battle on both sides of the river bank could see it.

There was no sound or splash when her smooth body touched the water surface, she got into the shadow of the long bridge directly, and quickly moved towards Werther along the shadow of the long bridge.

Werther was standing in the middle of the bridge deck with his giant sword on his shoulder, and he was constantly casting healing magic in his hand, but the people of the Dragon Cult still died.

"Master Werther, we have killed so many people, are you really not going to do it?" Sansa Stark, who was wearing a white robe, asked puzzledly beside Werther.

Werther, who was wearing a dragon-horned helmet, couldn't see any expression: "Why should I do it?"

Sansa: "Aren't they your followers? You have great strength, so you should keep them safe!"

Witte: "No, you misunderstood! Dragon Worship is not mine alone. I want to make contributions to the sect, and so do they. Regarding belief, whether you are devout or not is not based on words, and now they are proving it with their lives. Own."

There are many magicians in the Stark family in the north, only Sansa Stark joined the Dragon Worship Cult, and many other magicians joined the Dragon Worship Cult.However, Werther thought again and again. Even if Volantis wins here, the R'hllor sect is still strong in the northern part of the nine trading city-states. Take part in this battle.

Sansa, these precious apprentices, didn't need to participate, but she pestered Renly, insisting on seeing the effect of dragon language magic in actual combat. Renly agreed to her request and told Werther to take care of him. Good for his big apprentice.

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"But the battle was so fierce and so many people died."

The bridge deck is filled with the smell of scorched lake and blood, mixed with the smell of elephant dung and fish.Sansa had heard countless war stories when she was a child, and this was the first time she had seen a real battle.There were shouts of killing, shouts and screams, and the flames shot up into the sky in the distance. The blood of the people who died in battle flowed to her feet, making it difficult for her to step on her white shoes.After so many people died, Sansa was shocked by this scene, her face was pale and her body was trembling, feeling fearful and unbearable.

Witt continued: "You grew up listening to beautiful stories, and you are so kind. I didn't do anything here, and I can still guarantee the victory of the Dragon Worship. Believe it or not, after this battle, the future Dragon Worship There will be more unity, and more people will work hard to learn magic!"

"Why?" Sansa looked up at Werther.

"Because the future Dragon Worship is no longer just relying on me, but also their own foundation." After Witt finished speaking, the magic power sensed a familiar person coming quickly from under the bridge, and shouted loudly to the crowd around him:

"Someone is coming from under the bridge. It should be Melisandre from the R'hllor sect. Don't do anything. Continue to support the battle ahead. She should be looking for me."

"Obey!" The congregation around them picked up their weapons and began to rush forward.

A group of black shadows appeared on the side of the bridge, moving quickly along the shadows illuminated by the flames, and gathered in front of Werther to form a beautiful woman with a smile on her face:

"Wei Te, we meet again!"

Werther looked at her with a strange expression, and pointed forward: "You don't help the people of the R'hllor sect, and you come to me alone, talking and laughing, what are you thinking?"

Melisandre: "The R'hllor sect believes in the king of kings, drives out the darkness and guides the world to light, and will not participate in secular disputes. What the followers of Volantis have done has already violated the will of the king of light."

"Haha." Werther also laughed: "That is to say, you sold that bald old man and the congregation of Volantis?"

Melisandre replied calmly: "It was he who betrayed the Lord of Light first, and he used the R'hllor sect as a tool to participate in politics! And the same is true for those believers!"

Werther knew that she was a devout follower of the Lord of Light, but also a cruel person, or she threw away human reason.In order to achieve her own goals, the death of others is worthless to her.

Sansa took a step forward and just wanted to say something about being dragged by Werther. She is now an unworldly girl who grew up in a greenhouse full of fantasies. The purpose of Werther bringing her here is to let her experience the cruelty of reality. That's all, it's not okay to ask her to say something that doesn't think about it.

Melisandre looked at Sansa and walked to her side in two steps.Sansa wanted to back away, but she couldn't move her legs after looking into the other's red eyes: her eyes seemed to be able to see into her heart!

Melisandre reached out and stroked Sansa's auburn hair, and said to her with a smile: "After tonight, you will be on the right path, and your direwolf can be kept as an ordinary pet. Don't spend too much money on it." Lots of energy."

"I'm a skinchanger, you're an enemy now, why point me to a wrong mage route?" Sansa retorted.

"Dragons and wolves can't have both!" Melisandre said bluntly, then looked straight at Werther and ignored Sansa.

Sansa didn't understand the meaning: "What?"

And Werther knew that Melisandre knew the prophecy, heard Melisandre's hidden words, and explained to Sansa: "Your aptitude and time are limited, you can only specialize in one kind, either specialize in skinchangers, or specialize in Draconic magic."

Before Sansa could answer, Melisandre interjected, "Tentacles, chelicerae, magic eyes, what the hell is Duke Werther?"

"Fus~Ro~!"

At this moment, there was a roar in the distance, so Sansa couldn't hear what she said.

Cheng Wang Hei

Chapter 290 Shaken Faith

Werther's silence magic instantly silenced a small area where Melisandre was.

Melisandre saw the battlefield in the distance and the crowd running around her. She couldn't hear any sound except Werther's voice in front of her. She carefully felt the changes around her: "I experienced your healing magic a few years ago, and now it's another one. Magical effect."

R'hllor and the Cult of the Dragon were at war, and Melisandre wanted to disassociate herself from the Volantis with just a few words, and Werther was definitely worried.

She is not a threat to Werther, but she may have large-scale magic, and there is shadow magic to escape. Werther guarded against her using a large number of people here to kill the Dragon Worshipers and ran away. He took a step sideways and protected Sansa behind him. : "Let's get down to business, where did you hear this name?"

Melisandre didn't explain anything when she saw Werther's actions. She brushed her long hair on her chest to reveal the deep white gully, and said to Werther with a smile, "Your soul is very special. I found it when I prophesied you. Your soul is confronting that evil thing."

"Coquettish!" Sansa whispered behind Werther.People in the north usually wrap up tightly, and they also maintain this tradition in the hot south, only changing their clothes to light fabrics.Sansa had never seen a woman with her neckline open to her navel, except in the Tyrosh's.

Melisandre turned her head and looked at Sansa: "Don't interrupt the children when adults talk. You are 15 years old this year, and you have reached the age to get married. If you don't adapt to the cruelty of the battlefield, go home and have children!"

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"You!" Sansa still wanted to argue and was stopped by Werther:

"It's just a little girl full of fantasy. Who didn't aspire to become a knight when she was young, to meet a queen prince or a beautiful princess? That's how everyone came here. Sansa, you can just listen quietly. Remember, today's talk is very important to the Dragon Cult. It's very important to me, don't let it out without my permission!"

"Okay, Lord Werther!" Werther said so solemnly, and Sansa stopped bothering this enemy woman.

"You want to predict my future through magic, but you see the depths of my soul and I haven't noticed it yet. Your magic is interesting! Then have you seen anything else?" Werther knew that she came for the demon god, so Just play her magic idea first.

Melisandre stared into Werther's eyes: "You're not human!"

"Go on." She certainly wasn't scolding when she said that.

"The thing you are fighting against reveals an evil aura all the time, and you in the body of a dragon soul, are you a god or a demon?" After speaking, Melisandre took a step forward and came to Werther, carefully observing every aspect of Werther's body. a place.

Dragon soul body?As if hearing an incredible secret, Sansa's heartbeat began to speed up.

Werther said calmly: "How can a dragon be summoned without a dragon soul? The ancestors of the Valyrian Empire are the same as me."

"There are all kinds of strange creatures, why can't there be people with dragon souls, right! Werther, the dragonborn mage." Melisandre's body temperature was very high, and when she spoke, the heat rushed straight to Werther's face.

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Werther pinched her shoulders and pushed her back: "Let's talk about that evil tentacle monster, that thing is a demon god, an existence that neither you nor I can touch."

"Demon God? In several prophecies, this word is a combination of positive and negative. Does it yearn for light or darkness?" Melisandre lost the previous seductive attitude and looked serious.

"Gods, because they are indeed true gods' offspring, are almost immortal. Demons, because they vainly try to rule all knowledge and destiny, and do whatever it takes to do so. Life is dispensable to it, so it Classified as one of the demon lords."

Melisandre: "In other words, it is proficient in endless knowledge, and can also spy on fate? No wonder it can discover my prophecy magic."

Werther clenched the giant sword tightly: "Don't try to attack it! Dragonborn mages who are countless times stronger than me have become its slaves! Even the ancestors of Valyria cannot escape its clutches, they can only go to Suicide to become a Heroic Spirit. The greed of the Demon God will never be satisfied, and becoming its slave will only bring disaster to mankind! I did not accidentally learn a magic created by it and then be invaded by its consciousness.”

Melisandre then asked: "According to what you said, it should be a very ancient existence, so why did it find you?"

Werther: "The demon gods live in their domain. Our world is just an inconspicuous place among many choices for them, but it also wants to annex this kind of place, and I will kill him!"

Melisandre's eyes twitched: "Didn't you say that the demon god is immortal?"

"For us, but for other demon gods!" Werther said in the middle, took out the dagger given by Dagon from his waist, pinched the blade, and pointed the handle towards her: "Hold it!"

A dagger with a plain appearance and simple shape, Melisandre reached out and grabbed the handle of the dagger without thinking.

When her right hand was clenched, Melisandre's eyes lost focus, and became clear again less than a second later.

"Unexpectedly, this is the case!" Her body, which has never been disturbed through anything, began to sweat.

Dagon talked to her, what was said or what deal Dagon made with her Werther didn't care.Compared with Dagon's style of sending out a demon army to attack and occupy, the invisible infiltration of the big-eyed monster is the most troublesome.

"Understood, although our world is small, some demon gods will not let it go, not only the big-eyed monster, but also other demon gods have sent minions to operate in the north of Westeros."

Melisandre didn't answer Werther's question, she murmured to herself:

Werther stuck the dagger back into his waist: "You already understand the things about the demon gods, do you want to deal with them with me?"

"Then what is the Lord of Light?" Melisandre still ignored Werther.

Sansa also saw something was wrong with her: "What's wrong with her?"

"The fictitious gods created for the purpose of developing religion were ruthlessly trampled by the real demon gods. This dealt a blow to her faith. I don't think she will be able to recover for a while."

Melisandre couldn't continue the conversation in this state. Werther withdrew the silence magic, asked several members of the Dragon Cult to stand by her side, and took Sansa to the direction of the battle on the long bridge.

"Sansa, I know you have a lot of questions. When the battle is over, I will have plenty of time to answer you when I return to Tyrosh's ship. What you have to learn now is to adapt to the cruelty of the battlefield."

"Understood, Mr. Werther!"

The daughter of Robert's best friend, Renly's first official apprentice, and the younger sister of Werther's three apprentices, Sansa, a super-connected householder, received Werther's careful guidance.

Werther continued to explain to her the application of magic and martial arts in battle, why the people who fell on the ground died, and how to avoid it.

15-year-old Sansa followed closely behind Werther. She saw many dragon worshipers who were younger than herself participating in the battle. start shifting.

Cheng Wang Hei

Chapter 290 Two Straight to Hell

The long bridge connects the old city in the east of Volantis with the new city in the west.It took more than [-] years and millions of gold coins to build, and the bridge standing at the mouth of the Lorne River for thousands of years is the longest known in the world. It is listed as one of the nine man-made wonders by "Long Legs" Lomas .

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Now the shops in the middle of the bridge deck are burning raging fire, the bridge deck is covered with corpses and blood, the collision of weapons and the roar of men's battles are constant, and all kinds of magic are raging.

On both sides of the river, countless Volantis were watching the battle, and the outcome of the battle was related to the future of Volantis.

The number of Dragon Worshipers coming from the new city in the west is relatively small, but their personal strength is much stronger than that of the King of Light faction. The battle on the bridge is constantly advancing to the east of the bridge.

On the tall walls of the Black Wall Castle in the old city, many old and young nobles lay on the battlements to watch the battle.

"The Cult of R'hllor is over!" said an elderly nobleman.

"There are still many people from the King of Light!" A young child pointed to the crowded red crowd on the bridge.

"Look at the back of the Dragon Cult line, there is Werther! He is using magic to heal the wounded. Look at the front, Dofas, Nexisuo and your father Elios, only the three of them have already After killing the opponent's magician and a large number of soldiers, R'hllor's advantage in numbers is gone."

The young boy pointed to the tall buildings outside the city: "What about the temple of the Lord of Light after the Dragon Cult wins?"

The old man turned his head and saw the magnificent Rhelor Temple in the distance: "I have long been displeased with spending so much money on a religious building, and it must be demolished!"

"Every afternoon the sun shines on the temple and I feel glaring. It's great to remove it."

The Black Wall is the earliest building in the city. With the development of the city, it has become a city within a city. Now only people with pure Valyrian blood can enter the city.

Self-confessed that Valyrian blood naturally worships dragons in their bones, but the system of consuls elected once a year did not control the development of sect forces, allowing the foreign R'hllor to develop and grow here, and when the nobles reacted, it was already The tail is too big to fall off.

The R'hllor sect built a huge temple again, a behemoth that reveals luxury everywhere beside the dark castle, and the Volantis nobles have long disliked it, because too many R'hllor believers have penetrated into all walks of life , and under the banner of religion, there is nothing they can do to them. Now that the Dragon Cult has pulled out this nail, the Volantenes feel relieved in their hearts.

On the bridge, Dofas and Neciso, who had each cast Dragon Roar three times, retreated to the rear of the team.The range of dragon language magic is huge, and the two of them have already killed a lot of people, enough to establish an advantage.

Now the tall heavy armored warrior Elrios Chiheda is the vanguard, leading the Dragon Worshipers to attack.

The 1.9-meter Werther stood in front of him and compared his height, and his head could only reach his shoulders. Elios was almost [-] meters tall, and his thick arms were thicker than many people's thighs. The huge iron shield was covered by him. He looked a little smaller when he held it, and ordinary people using a warhammer with both hands looked like a one-handed warhammer in his hand.

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Elrios iron shield is on his chest, and the war hammer in his hand can take away the life of an enemy every time he swings it. No shield or armor can withstand the blow of his war hammer. The wooden shield is shattered when it is hit, and the armor is shattered. The hit is a huge pit, and the people inside can't survive.

Such a fierce man will naturally be taken care of by the enemy, and the soldiers of the King of Light rushed to his side desperately, vowing to get rid of this man.But what's even worse is that Elios also specializes in the three-phrase Dragon Roar of Indefatigable Power, and he can't wait for this kind of enemy piled up together.

Another sound wave visible to the naked eye was generated on the long bridge, pushing dozens of soldiers in armor into the crowd behind them.