Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 130 The Illusion in the Fire
The news that Clay defeated Jaime Lannister's 1 troops, relieved the siege of Riverrun, and captured Jaime Lannister himself was spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms by interested people in a short period of time, including of course Two stag kings.

Although the two brothers who were kings at the same time did not face each other with swords, they both hated the glittering golden crown on each other's heads.

After Stannis Baratheon became king on Dragonstone Island, he wanted to raise troops to directly attack Storm's End, the home of the Baratheon family, but was dissuaded by the red-robed witch Melisandre from Essos.

The red-robed woman who had always supported him suddenly changed her temperament a month ago, and she didn't have time to release her temptation to seduce Stannis. She just stood in front of the fire and muttered to herself.

Sometimes her face was ugly, and sometimes she trembled all over. Although Stannis couldn't see anything in the fire, it didn't affect him in the slightest.

After his repeated inquiries, Melisandre responded to him in obscure language.

Stannis Baratheon was very aware of the scene at that time. It was a stormy evening, in the long table hall on Dragonstone Island, where the entire Westeros terrain was carved, Melisanne looked extremely ugly. Zhuo stood beside the burning fireplace without saying a word, staring blankly at the fire.

"Tell your king, Melisandre, what did you see in the fire?"

Stannis remembered that was the first question he asked at the time, but after waiting for a long time, the red-robed woman who was once quite talkative didn't pay attention to what he meant, which often happened during this period of time.

At that time, he must have drunk a lot of alcohol. In the past, Melisandre was unwilling to say more, and he would not ask, but today, the stimulation of alcohol made his pale face like a rock turn red with anger under the reflection of passing by. color.

No man likes a woman who rejects him, even if this woman is not an ordinary woman in the general sense.

Besides, I am now the only legal king of the Seven Kingdoms, so why doesn't this woman answer her own question?
And Stannis Baratheon yelled at him:

"Answer my question, I am the king! If you don't speak again, I will put out your fire and drive you out of here, you arrogant woman!"

The sound was loud, and through the heavy wooden door, it still spread into the heavy hall, causing the guards outside to look at each other.

After waiting for a long time, Melisandre finally responded. Her jewel-like eyes were still staring at the crackling flames in a daze. After a long time, she slowly said:

"I answer you because you, like me, are believers of my lord. Believers should be honest with each other, my lord."

Melisandre bites heavily on the title of His Majesty, as if to remind her that the identity of the king is not easy for her, and she doesn't care about Stannis' feelings now, because what the fire tells her, makes her Great fear.

One day, she, who observes the flames every day, suddenly saw a face in the flames that had never appeared before. She did not recognize this face, but she was sure of it.

This is a young enough face, the appearance of the stranger does not surprise Melisandre, she believes that everything in the flames is what her Lord wants her to see, but, the owner of this young face, then What she did when she came down shocked her incomparably.

In the flames, this unknown young man seemed to be fighting with some soldiers. Judging from the style of the armor on these soldiers, they should be soldiers of the Frey family in the Twin River City.

This young man's physical strength and swordsmanship are at the peak, and entering the enemy's formation alone is like entering an uninhabited territory, but this does not surprise Melisandre. However, the young man suddenly raised his left hand, and after that, a bright flame The stream suddenly spurted from his palm.

When seeing this scene, the flames trembled violently, and the picture became blurred, but in Melisandre's down brain, only the picture just now was played repeatedly.

The authority of the flame was easily grasped by a young man who did not belong to R'hllor?
Her master, R'hllor, is the king of light and heat, who controls the supreme power, but the problem is, these servants are not R'hllor!

As a powerful priestess, Melisandre couldn't use the flame so directly and brutally. She couldn't do it, which meant that this mysterious young warrior was far more powerful than herself in controlling the flame Still strong.

This is a big deal!

All the light and heat in the world belong to the great R'hllor. This is Melisandre's belief. For her, this is an undoubted truth, but now, the facts tell her that this is not true.

"Who is he!?"

Countless times, Melisandre has asked herself this question, as well as the flames, but apart from some broken pictures, Melisandre can no longer see any more information.

Putting things together, she probably understood that this mysterious young soldier was probably the heir of a great nobleman in the northern border, and he could be judged from his status and clothes.

Moreover, Melisandre also saw the scene where he commanded the cavalry, marched in formation, and defeated the Lannister army, so, in a sense, she knew that Jaime Lannister was defeated earlier than Stannis It's just that she hasn't told Stannis yet.

She couldn't fully understand the will of the Lord of Light, but she just told her that this young man was extremely dangerous and would usurp the flames. Therefore, Melisandre gave up her original plan to persuade Stannis to attack Storm's End.

She had to find out who this young man was. As a person with magic, she knew too well what it meant for a brand-new magic power to appear in the world, and it would be the enemy of all magic owners.

In front of ordinary people, they are extremely powerful, but in front of unknown magic, they may be as fragile as withered yellow grass, and they will turn into flying ash with a slight collision.

The current continent of Westeros suddenly became extremely dangerous for Melisandre. She didn't know if this noble young master knew of his existence, and what attitude he had towards the followers of the Lord of Light.

"Your Majesty, on the continent of Westeros, a person I am not sure about appears. I don't know how dangerous he is. Maybe he is a friend, but he is more likely to be an enemy. He scares me, my lord."

Melisandre leaned wearily by the fireplace, her tone was very difficult, and she seemed erratic.

"I prevent you from joining the battle for the throne right now because I am worried that such an existence, the old god of the north, will block my power at the neck. Without his permission, my power will be greatly affected there. weaken."

After a long silence, Stannis gritted his teeth and asked the same question as Melisandre:

"Tell me, who is he?"

Melisandre also wanted to know the answer to this question, but the Lord of Light was not that powerful, so she could only shake her head bitterly, and said helplessly:
"I'm afraid I can't answer your question, my lord, I don't know his identity."

"Your flame didn't tell you the answer?"

Stannis's gray eyebrows were raised high. If he read correctly, this disgustingly calm woman, when she said this sentence today, there was such a distressed and confused look on her face, really It's strange!
Melisandre understood that Stannis Baratheon asked himself this way. Obviously, in the definition of his own identity, the king was higher than the pious followers of R'hllor, although he was not pious at all.

"Your Majesty, I think you should be very clear about the power of the King of Light, but the person shown in the fire has evil power. We need to be cautious, my Majesty"

Pursing his lips and savoring the adjective "evil", Stannis felt that this kind of words from the witch's mouth could only be half believed at most. He might have a little power, but it couldn't change anything.

"As long as he doesn't get used by my good brother Renly, oh, and that damn Lannister on the Iron Throne."

Stannis muttered, he is not stingy with such fighters joining him, just look at his attitude towards Melisandre's joining.

"He was neither subject to your brother Renly, nor prostrated at the boy's feet. I saw him in the flames with the direwolf's banner."

"His last name is Stark?"

Stannis frowned. Melisandre had told him that the northern region was shrouded in the power of the old gods. The Stark family and other ancient bloodlines had such a deep bond with this power.

"Maybe, maybe not, I don't know, but Flame told me that his power is different from that of the old gods."

Melisandre's jewel-like eyes narrowed slightly, reflecting the dancing flames.

Nodding, Stannis was no longer interested in speaking, he nodded, his eyes moved away from the exquisite body of the red robe woman, and fell back on the huge territory of Westeros.

He is the legal heir of the Seven Kingdoms and the only true king. Since the priest of the Lord of Light thinks he is the reincarnation of a hero, he doesn't mind using this power as his help. Stannis doesn't like the Seven Gods, not at all.

He stroked his chin, which was covered with beards like tiny steel needles, pondered for a moment, and said:
"I will send Davos to the mainland to find out who this person is, and can he give me any useful information?"

"What I can tell you comes from the flames, Your Majesty. Instead of telling me, it's better for you to see for yourself. I will assist you and reproduce what I just saw. You can judge for yourself."

Melisandre regained that loathsome calm and extended an invitation to her king.

Stannis Baratheon did not refuse. In the past days, the woman in the red robe had shown him enough things in the flames to convince him that there were really gods in the world who could interfere with others.

He walked to the blazing fireplace, and under the guidance of Melisandre, he recreated the clip just now and the scene where this man led the army down from the valley.

After watching the clip in the fire, Stannis remained silent. Unlike Melisandre, an outsider, as one of the largest nobles in the Seven Kingdoms, he quickly understood who the two sides in this war were.

"If I'm not mistaken, Lord Tywin's good son, Kingslayer, and his army are finished, and the power of the usurper has received a huge blow."

After pondering for a long time, Stannis took a deep breath and expressed his conclusion.

Melisandre was only slightly surprised, but quickly digested the news. For her, the representative of the Lord of Light, she actually didn't care about the wars that took place in the Seven Kingdoms, and she was not a follower of the Lord of Light anyway. , let him die?
"It seems that the North has won the first step. We need their support. Our troops are still too small. When Ed Stark was in the throne room, he once declared that he would embrace me as king. I believe his son will also Make the same choice."

Stannis calculated in his mind that the lack of resources on Dragonstone Island was simply not enough for him to pull out an army to unify the Seven Kingdoms, so he had to get the support of others. Apart from the Vale of Arryn and Dorne who expressed their views, the other great nobles all had their own positions.

The Westlands and the Iron Throne are his mortal enemies. Renly, who got married on an outing in the Reach, and his good brother, also put on the ridiculous false crown and stood on the opposite side of him.

Therefore, I must get the support of the northern border, before they raise their minds to be kings.

……

Cheers came from the avenue leading from Gaoting City to King's Landing. In the middle of an army of nearly [-] troops, a martial arts tournament was being held in full swing, very hot.

These knights and nobles from the Reach and the Stormlands had just cheered for one reason, and that was that their common king, Renly Baratheon, had just won another very brilliant victory.

His opponent, Dickon Tarly from the Horn Hill Tarry family, was getting up from the ground clutching his head at this moment. As the heir to Earl Randyll Tarly, he still lacked the skills of the contest, and within a few rounds he Lost to his majesty the king.

But this is harmless, King Renly is so perfect, no matter how you look at it, losing to such a monarch does not count as damage to the honor of the family.

King Renly Baratheon stretched out his hand to pull up the knight sitting on the grass, with a kind smile on his face, he encouraged the somewhat ashamed big boy:
"It was a good fight. The counter attack just now was very good, but it still needs to work hard. You need to learn more from your father, Lord Randyll, Dickon from the Tully family."

Renly's tone was gentle, and he placed his palms on Dickon Tarly's shoulders, making him gradually relax. His actions also made the surrounding nobles and knights nod their heads.

Soon, the shouts of "King Renly" spread throughout the arena, and the surrounding soldiers were no longer surprised, because, such a thing, since Renly Baratheon became king in Highgarden, almost It happens every day.

Taking off his helmet, Renly Baratheon walked towards his rainbow guard. The tournament was over, and he also received the cheers. Next, he wanted to see what the status of king had done for him.

Holding a washed peach in his hand, King Renly asked while eating:

"Tell me, what's interesting about the north?"

Several guards looked at each other and told him what should have been told by the vassal:
"Your Majesty, in the north, Kingslayer Jaime Lannister's army was defeated by the northerners. He himself and many western nobles became captives of the northerners."

"Also, this news may not be reliable. The pirates from the Iron Islands seem to have robbed Lannisport and set Tywin's lion's tail on fire from behind."

Looking at His Majesty the King who rose suddenly, the rainbow guards all kept silent, and everyone could see that His Majesty the King's face was constantly changing at this time.

But isn't this news good news for their majesty the king?
(End of this chapter)