Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 192 It's time to hang up...

The same name, the same annoying, but different from Lord Brynden River's voice as if the bark of a dead tree is broken, Melisandre's voice seems to have a unique charm, which makes people can't help but listen carefully.

Clay turned around and looked at the door of the tent. A plump and tall figure was leaning against the curtain of the tent. His beautiful figure was under the thin red robe, which made people imagine.

Clay raised his eyes and looked at the sharp-edged face. The magic endowed her with infinite beauty, but when the magic faded, how much truth would remain?

In Clay's vision, the red-robed woman was like a burning candle, a light and heat swept towards Clay. This was definitely not kindness, but a test of herself.

With a cold snort in his heart, Clay squinted his eyes, controlled the magic power in his body, and covered it towards the body surface. In the next second, the scorching power from R'hllor wrapped around him.

Clay felt it. They tried hard to get into his body, but they were all blocked by the magic power on his body surface. The two just looked at each other silently. In a dimension that others could not see, the surging magic power There is offense and defense against each other.

About 2 minutes later, Melisandre saw that Clay's magic defense was impeccable and did not leave any loopholes for herself, so she finally gave up on continuing to use this method. Her jewel-like eyes slightly bent, and said with a light smile:

"It seems that the person I'm looking for is right. It's you, Clay Mandalay. The flame power bestowed by my lord can't help you. This really puzzles and surprises me, so..."

Melisandre looked into Clay's deep eyes, and her tone was faint, as if in her ears:

"Are you my enemy? Or a friend?"

Clay ignored her, sat in his seat, pointed at the table to signal Melisandre to sit down, and said that he has always been a person who likes to take the initiative in negotiations, and he doesn't allow others to lead him by the nose during the conversation.

"Friend or foe, according to your purpose, madam."

Clay has known Melisandre's identity for a long time, but he can't directly reveal her identity on the surface, otherwise, once she thinks that he has been eyeing her long ago, or in the words of R'hllor behind her, Things can slide out of control.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Melisandre. As for my identity, you must be very clear."

Melisandre spoke slowly, and Clay nodded. His eyes rested on the two snow-white high hills, the bright red blood-colored gemstones. If the rest of Melisandre's body is flame, then this place , like bursting magma.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that the envoy of the King of Light would find this place. This place is the territory of the old gods. Your power should be suppressed here."

"That crow told you?"

"Is it important? All I need to know is that you are the messenger of the Lord of Light. There are many in this world, and there are many Red Temples in Essos. Otherwise, Ms. Melisandre, you come alone Seeing me is not a wise decision."

Regarding Clay's words, Melisandre pursed her lips, neither denying nor refuting. This is true, but not entirely true.

"You won't, because you don't trust the crow and the gods in this land, am I right, agent of the gods?"

Clay waved his hands irritably, with a very obvious indifference in his tone:
"If you don't want me to chop off your head right now, it's best to put away this strange name. I have a name. If you want to call something else, I can give you one I like to hear."

"Well, Clay Manderly, if you insist, then I will grant your wish. After all, I came to find you, didn't I?"

Melisandre leaned forward slightly, trying her best to show off her charm to Clay. Clay didn't have any moral obsessions, so he didn't look away at all. His eyes flowed through the ditch, and then he took them back.

He has never objected to having something to do with a beautiful woman, as long as she can bring him substantial benefits, Daenerys is a product of this logic.

They have come to this dirty world full of betrayal and murder, and insist on chasing true love, what is it if it is not stupid?

"Okay, let's talk about gossip later, now, Ms. Melisandre, tell me why you came."

After thinking about it, Clay added:
"Oh, by the way, thank you for your help to my army, and the North will remember your help."

"Oh, I'm not here to help people from the north, remember, I'm here to help you, and I don't like the smell of these people, so I sent a little bit of my lord's power into their bodies, Their own magic power is disordered, who is to blame?"

Clay pulled out a half-salty smile, skipped the subject, and waited for Melisandre to reveal her purpose for coming to see him.

Melisandre's red eyes lighted up slightly. Of course, this may also be Clay's illusion. I only heard her say:

"Clay Manderly, have you heard of such a prophecy?"

Melisandre's red lips parted slightly, and said word by word:

"After a long summer, when the stars weep blood and the earth is cold, Azor Ahai will be reborn from the land of smoke and salt, holding the burning sword Lightbringer, and fighting R'hllor's enemies, the White Walkers, to save the world."

Of course Clay had heard the prophecy. In fact, in the end, he didn't figure out who this Azor Ahai was.

"Stannis, Daenerys, Jon Snow."

"what?"

"Nothing, I've heard of the language, Ms. Melisandre."

Clay just subconsciously read out the candidate he guessed in his mind. After all, for such things as prophecy, anyone who meets some conditions may try his best to meet other conditions.

Melisandre only vaguely heard Stannis's name, but Clay's voice was too low for her to hear clearly. Since Clay didn't want to say it, she naturally knew that it was useless to ask.

"If you have heard this language, then, Your Majesty the Dragon King, who do you think will be the reincarnation of Azor Ahai?"

Melisandre had a sly smile and a soft tone, but what she said surprised Clay suddenly, and he subconsciously pressed his palm on the long sword at his waist, but after thinking about it, he was relieved.

Sure enough, Melisandre didn't challenge Clay's patience, and directly said the next sentence.

"Don't be too nervous, Clay, the power of my lord, let me see the moment when you soared on the dragon's back in the flames."

Damn, all of you, why are you all in the full view, you are like this, I am very embarrassed...

Clay cursed secretly in his heart, the Three-Eyed Crow is like this, the northern region shrouded in the power of the old god, as long as the crow can go, it is within his vision range, and the priestess of R'hllor is similar, riding a dragon herself, when A quiet handsome man can also be peeped.

Clay was very speechless, but he couldn't help it. These two guys didn't know that he, the agent of the gods, was actually a bare-handed commander, and they couldn't figure out his own details, so they were so polite to him.

"Ms. Melisandre, we don't need to test each other here. What exactly are you trying to say?"

Clay was a little annoyed. This woman was talking nonsense, but she just didn't get into the topic. If the conditions allowed, Clay would have slapped the plump chassis long ago. How could we allow her to talk so much nonsense.

Understanding the impatience in Clay's eyes, Melisandre remembered the mana-entangled figure she saw in the flames, capable of ice, fire and magic, and Meiji didn't continue to tear it down.

She took a deep breath, and her full breasts shrank slightly. Melisandre looked into Clay's eyes, trying to find eye contact.

"Clay Mandalay, I want to know what agreement the Three-Eyed Raven has reached with you."

Slightly squinting his eyes, Clay didn't ask her how she knew it. The firm tone showed that this matter was not a guess at all. Since this is the case, there is no need to deny it, just admit it.

The interesting thing is, this priestess of R'hllor asked herself to ask the Three-Eyed Raven, the agent of the old god, what exactly she wanted to do?
(End of this chapter)