Chapter 191 Blood and Fire
"Sam, where are you taking ?"
"Shouldn't you ask this question clearly before getting on the horse?"
"I'm afraid that if I ask clearly, I won't have the courage to get on the horse."
Samwell laughed loudly: "I will 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 man's side face.
Samwell didn't say much, but just rode forward, heading towards the Yingzui Island garrison camp.
The afternoon sun is just right, and the sky is as pure as washing.
But at this mont, a red cot dragged its long tail across the sky, like a wound drawn on the sky, gurgling blood.
This strange celestial phenonon imdiately attracted everyone's attention. They had never seen such a bright cot, let alone such a frightening color mixed with blood, flas and sunset.
Margaery also noticed the vision in the sky, and asked with a little dignified curiosity:
The blind old scholar curled up outside the chair, was silent for a mont, and said:
"How did I do it?" Red Cot is forbidden to ask questions.
"Winter is coming."
Boom!
"Life can only be exchanged for death."
The red-robed wizard stopped chanting, but because it was in Asshai, so people could understand it.
"That's what you said to your brother after you ca to the Great Wall." Maester Aemon's tone was ethereal, "Kill the girl in your heart so that you can beco a woman. And a woman can take responsibility. Jon, he is the sa, because... "
"Kill the girl in my heart."
You take another step back, the juice gurgles from the bare head, and drips under the eight oval-shaped stubborn stones.
Margaril held the sword in both hands, aid at the dragon egg, and stabbed it suddenly!
"Scatter!" Margaret dispersed the soldiers, "No matter what happens later, we must stay close."
That was the order from ili!
I can only say those two words.
"Dragon!" Red Cot covered his mouth and scread.
After a while, I reappeared, with the bronze armor still under my body, holding a milky white oval stone in my hand.
"Blood and Fire."
There was a loud noise from the flas, not as loud as thunder, but deafening, as if the sky was falling apart.
Although it is still very young, Gong Hezhen is sure that this is not a giant dragon that has disappeared for the next hundred years!
"What?" Jon froze for a mont.
"Ah Shao." Said Ah Shao who was squatting aside.
On the towering tower of Old Town, Earl Leighton Hightower murmured while looking at the red cot in the sky.
The direwolf crouching by his feet let out a long howl, as if he mistook the cot for the moon.
But in my heart, it is far from as intense as it appears on the surface.
After a long while, he suddenly turned around and said to the old man wearing a doctor's ring next to him:
In the desert on the other side of the narrow sea, Daenerys of House Targaryen murmured as she stroked her bumpy belly.
"That is the banner raised by the gods for the Lannister family!"
The king's blood was still flowing under the sword, and at this ti, dense red and gold patterns appeared again.
"elder brother?"
"Margaret Caesar!"
At that mont, you seem to see your husband, your horse, your child again...
You look crazy, with a strange attraction in your gestures, and the ruby in your throat glistens, as if it is about to bleed.
Your love, your sun and star are not dead yet.
In the light of the fire, there is a strange but familiar face jumping.
It is not as big as a big cat, but its whole body is covered with dense milky white scales. Two red-gold lines extend from the corners of the eyes, across the back to the end of the tail. A pair of translucent wings seem to be getting higher and higher with each passing day.
"It's dragons, you can sll them. They're back."
The long sumr is over. "
Your son, the "horse that rides the world" is not dead yet.
"Where are you..."
It swept across the crowd with bright red blood-like eyes, with a look of contempt, like a king.
"This is the torch of the Night's Watch."
The gods Sandra turned her head suddenly, and raised her finger to the woman approaching on horseback:
The old Nan at Winterfell in the north said so.
Duke Tywin raised his whip and pointed in the direction of Sunspear City:
…
"Retire!"
"He will understand later." Margaret got on her horse and walked into her tent.
The confusion in Dickon's eyes beca more intense:
…
You raise your hands above your head and pray to Gong Hezhen in a low voice:
Samway across the sky made feel a little bit of strength and comfort, maybe that is really the blessing that i Li gave to the night watchman...
The flas collapsed and dissipated, and Margaret's figure reappeared.
And when you get confused about what happened, you hear the woman in front of you answer the question you just asked:
But as soon as the words ca out of your mouth, you seed to think of the answer.
"This is Stars Weeping Blood."
…
The flas poured up like flowing water, instantly igniting the surrounding land.
"Are you dead..."
Red Cot, who was huddled outside Margaret's arms, was slightly taken aback when he saw so few soldiers suddenly looking at him.
In the tent at the Horn Hill Army Center, Dickon Tarly sat up from the coffin suddenly.
The orange fireworks blow up a blazing weak wind, blowing the flags in the distance.
Tomorrow, I will walk out of the Great Wall with Mormont, the commander-in-chief of the Night Watch, to the north and then to the land of eternal winter.
Scenes of incomplete and complete pictures rolled in Dickon's mind. Teams of hunting teams were chasing wild beasts in the hills. Pious and desperate faces...
The reappearance of the fire is far more dazzling and brighter than usual, and it complents the Samway in the sky.
It's like hell.
But what is even more intimidating is your magical words:
Your brother, the Sleeping Dragon of House Targaryen, will never wake again.
The old scholar stared at the illegitimate son of Winterfell with his clear and pale blind eyes, and hurriedly spoke the clan language of the Stark family:
With the blood of the real dragon, he is the last descendant left.
Everyone forgot to breathe, we looked at the scene frozen in ti with eyes of awe and reverence.
The witch man's icy revelation sounded in his ears—
"It's blood and fire."
…
They're back!
Duke Tywin Lannister looked at Samway across the sky with an expression on his face, speaking in silence.
I stood under the scorched earth and ashes, holding a burning red sword, and wearing a simple bronze armor. The dense red and gold lines along my arms covered my face, making look like I was wearing a mysterious mask .
…
Margaril vaguely heard a roar, distant and vast, as if it ca from another world, or from an ancient era.
"Send the raven, and tell all the lords of the Seven Kingdoms,
"Little Aemon." Jon turned to look at the old bachelor, "Do you have anything else to say?"
Wrong! Crimson is the color of Lannister.
The fire is getting stronger.
The head of God's Grace City, Kevan Lannister said to his brother.
"Sam, what's that?"
All dead, all dead.
"This is a dragon."
But what really attracted everyone's attention was this creature standing on my shoulder——
Red Cot uttered a scream, wanting the soldiers to fight the fire, but was held back by the gods Sandra.
The woman hasn't told you the answer just now.
…
I saw fire, a fire that covered the sky, burning everything, devouring everything.
The flas beca more and more raging, engulfing Margaret within.
The answer lies under this Sammweh that crosses the sky, under this great sword flowing with the blood of kings and scarlet flas—
"Before the long sumr, the stars will cry blood! Icy white darkness will cover the whole world! At that terrible hour, Azor Ahai will be reincarnated, I will draw the burning red sword, I will awaken the demon in the stone Dragon, I will drive away the darkness and bring forth a long sumr that will never end!"
In the camp in the sky and in the city, Sandra, the **** of the red-robed wizard, said.
The world stopped coming up at that mont.
…
Kebran Stark wrote: "This is a cot, how could it be a dragon?"
"Blood and fire?" Red Cot looked up at Samway in the sky again, and could understand the aning of the woman, "Or'Blood and fire co from the sa source'?"
"Aww—"
The only thing that matters is fire.
"This is the soul of your child."
In the end a raging little fire engulfed everything.
You hear your knight whispering before you, but that's not important yet.
The blazing flas enveloped Margaret, and took off all the clothes under , except for this pair of bronze armors that shone with cold light, changing like ti.
"Witness! Mortals! Choose! Azor Ahai, favored by R'hllor, has not yet reincarnated! I am the ssenger of darkness! I am the Son of the Holy Fla! I am—"
"fire!"
…
Daenerys stares at the funeral pyre behind her with uncontrollable grief, and finally, you open your arms and rush into the flas.
The Targaryen family tried countless thods and paid countless costs, but they were still unable to hatch the dragon eggs, but now...
(End of the seventh volu)
Old Nan’s eyes are not slowly going blind, but you wriggled your nose, very sure:
The crazy appearance of the wizard scared the surrounding soldiers. We watched from a distance, pointed and dared to approach.
Waiting for everyone to enter, Gong Hezhener placed the dragon egg on the ground, and then drew out the giant sword [Dawn].
"That is the sword that kills the season."
The gemstone in the throat of the man in the red robe exudes dazzling brilliance, which is breathtaking.
click—
"The night is dark and dark and evil everywhere! The day is dark and vigorous and decaying!" the gods Sandra is still praising, "The war is coming! One white, one white. One ice, one fire. Joy and joy, winter and sumr , justice and evil! Life or death! The war of the true gods is coming! Mortals, it is up to them to make a choice!"
Under the Great Wall of Despair, Jon Snowdao, the illegitimate son of the Duke of Winterfell.
The flas swept across the mountains like a storm, and ashes and smoke rose from the sky like sharp swords.
I panted slowly, my eyes filled with fear and confusion.
FireAndBlood (FireAndBlood) is the family language of the Targaryen family, and it ans the sa thing as blood and fire in the common language of Westeros.
They are so high, so bright, the flas surround you, gently burn your clothes, and restore you to the way you were when you first ca into the world.
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