Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 51
There was an unpleasant smell in the air. Hundreds of people gathered at the gate of the city, witnessing that the statues of the Seven Gods were all burned down, and the raging fire set off layers of heat waves.

An air of uneasiness permeated the sky over the entire coast.

The red-robed woman prayed by the fire, and Mrs. Selyse repeated the prayer.Stannis, the Duke of Dragonstone, watched them praying to the God of Light with a blank face. His beard was short and his face was as hard as iron. His expression was indifferent, showing no emotion or anger.

Donal Noye, the master blacksmith of the Great Wall, once commented on him, saying, "Stannis is pure iron, black, hard and strong, but also easily damaged. Like iron, it will break before it is bent." The first master blacksmith had been a baratheon servant.He had grown up watching the three brothers of the Baratheon family, Robert, the eldest, of solid steel, and Renly, the third, of bright copper, flashy.

The temple on Dragonstone Island was overthrown by the Queen's party, and they will welcome a new god from a foreign land, the Lord of Light 'R'hllor'.

When the flames wrapped the wooden idols and turned them into black coals, the smoke rose into the sky.

The red-robed woman Melisandre said loudly, "Azor Ahai, beloved by R'hllor! Warrior of light! Son of the Holy Flame! Come! Your sword is waiting for you! Draw your sword! your sword"

Stannis rolled up his leather cloak and rushed into the flames, drew the flaming sword, and rushed out, the squire slapping the spark on him, the flames burning in his gloves, and he plunged the sword into the sand with a curse in the ground.

The red robe woman and Mrs. Selyse were still cheering for the Son of Fire. Stannis took off his gloves and threw them on the ground. Obviously his patience had been exhausted. He pulled up his wife Selyse and returned to Dragonstone Castle .

After the flames burned all the wooden carvings of the Heavenly Father, the Virgin, the Warrior, and the Maiden, only a trace of fireworks still rose from the embers.

Some people in the crowd were downcast, others were emotional, some were crying, and some were laughing.

Several Essos merchants were whispering, and someone said, "That's not the sword of the Holy Flame at all."

Some people wondered why he dared to speak like this.

I only heard the man say, "The real Lightbringer was successfully forged by Azor Ahai after fighting for hundreds of days and nights in the temple. Before that, he even failed three times. According to those red-robed monks, he is a The wife's painstaking effort was used as an introduction to forge the holy sword."

"Isn't the heart inserted?" someone corrected.

"Who knows? Every red monk has a different story."

Suddenly there was a thunder in the sky, and there were clouds on the sea.

Someone made a noise in the crowd, saying that the seven gods were angry.

Seeing that the storm was coming, the crowd dispersed even faster.

Rumbling, a roar came from the sky, and at this time, the sea was surging.

A vortex was brewing, and the dark clouds in the sky were devouring the world like a monstrous monster with its bloody mouth wide open. White snakes surged inside one after another, and the distant sky was like the anger of the gods.

A bolt of lightning hit the rock wall, blasting out countless gravels, while the ocean waves beat wildly like the palms of giants.

Amidst the thunder, a raft swayed in the sound of the waves, a wave was raised, and it was almost swallowed by the sea water.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt came through the sky, like a thunder dragon flashing from the nine heavens, it hit the raft, and the long-soaked wood suddenly ignited flames, and another thunderbolt struck down again.

The waves in the port of Dragonstone Island are fierce, and the battleship is swaying and shaking.

Some people can't help worrying whether their fleet will be overturned by the storm.Stannis also stayed up all night. In front of him was the endless coast. He could see the lightning and thunder, and he could also see the misty stratus clouds.

On the tower of the Red Castle in King's Landing, Varys, who was large and dressed in a velvet brocade silk robe, was also watching the storm. This storm affected not only Dragonstone Island, but also King's Landing.

Thinking of the father and daughter who just went to sea, Varys couldn't help sighing.

Cole doesn't know how long he has been climbing. The front seems endless, and the environment around him is also changing, from the bloody hell at the beginning, to the cloud-shrouded Asgard later, from the pyramid full of dead people, to the huge The shadow of the sickle's black robe, all the terror and prosperity he knew were revealed one by one, and he even saw tall buildings and busy streets.

He was too tired, and he had to rest for a long time every time he climbed a foot. Suddenly, snowflakes fell around him, and a little bit of white stars scattered and fell on his shoulders, bringing a little chill.

Stop, and be buried in this snow. He came to this world in the snow, and he left with the wind and snow.

He wanted to let go of the hand holding the iron chain, but there was a voice in his heart that kept dissuading him. Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes sounded, and the wind and snow became more rapid. Pieces of flying frost hit him so hard that he could barely open his eyes, and the horseshoes were getting worse and worse. As the fog cleared, he saw a snow-covered knight with aquamarine eyes and armor made of ice crystals. He was riding on an undead warhorse, surrounded by blizzards.

Cole, who was used to seeing fear, couldn't help feeling chills, it's the White Walkers!
The knight on the horse stretched out his hand slowly, as if inviting him.Those blue eyes have no trace of color, only endless coldness.

Cole stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and the distance between his fingers was only a few millimeters. The knight suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky.

Boom, thunder bursts, a brand new storm came.Flames and lightning surged between the sky and the earth, blasting away the ice, snow, and fog.

There was a roar that seemed to come from ancient times, and the sound echoed, like a huge bell from ancient times, washing away the world.

Countless lightning blasted the entire time and space, and the arc was covered like a cage. The ice knight waved the sharp black ice in his hand, and shot himself into the sky like a long-range javelin.

Lightning surrounded the black clouds, flashes of flashes reflected an extremely huge body.

Suddenly, a destructive flame gushed out from the black clouds, enveloping the spear of ice and enveloping the undead knight.

Crack, the explosion seemed to hit Cole's ears, and he became dizzy instantly. The iron chain in front of him shattered, and he fell sharply.

A giant shadow flew out of the smoky clouds, and he only felt that he was soaked in the warm spring water in a daze.

He struggled to open his eyes, only to realize that he was in a dark and narrow space, with a sticky unknown liquid under his body. Cole wanted to raise his hand to touch it, only to realize that his body was out of control.

It was a pair of eagle claw-like palms, with thin film-like flesh wings connected between the arm hammers. Cole saw himself hitting the wall with his head.Bang bang bang, the eggshell-like thing didn't seem to change at all.

Keep bumping and bumping, Cole himself feels impatient.

Finally, after the relentless impact, a ray of light penetrated into the eyes, and a thunderbolt of lightning pierced the sky like a sharp sword.

Above the rolling waves, among the rafts, amidst the countless thunder and lightning, amidst the raging fire, a thunder was like the roar of countless war drums, covering all the sounds of the world, and also covering a gradual breathing.

After the lightning and thunder fell, the heavens and the earth seemed to have calmed down their anger. The misty sky revealed a ray of moonlight, and the vast stars shone in the night sky. According to the legend of the Dothraki, they were galloping horses one after another. .

And among the stars, a red shooting star is like a bloodstain engraved on the curtain of the sky.

(End of this chapter)