Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Moqorro looked at Melisandre sitting alone on the rock with a face full of resentment, waving the sword in his hand constantly to see if it was smooth.

Melisandre's eyes looked into the pitch-black distance, as if two flames were jumping in her eye sockets.

"Are all the red-robed monks of Asshai so rampant? Are they really not afraid of life and death?" Moqorro put away his sword, stroked the dagger, and asked in confusion.

Melisandre withdrew her gaze from the Moon Mountains, "The Lord of Light is with us and protects us at all times. What are you afraid of, Moqorro of Volantis."

Moqorro noticed that the ruby ​​on Melisandre's chest was unusually bright and outstanding in the Moon Mountains shrouded in darkness.

"You, Ruby, are too easy to be exposed," Moqorro reminded softly, "Although I know you want to go directly to the mountain clan, the, uh, uncivilized ancestors, but if you are caught and killed directly by the minions, it would be too..."

He realized that his tone of voice had risen a little, swallowed his saliva, and stopped talking. His asphalt-colored skin could perfectly blend into the night, but Melisandre in front of him was like a bonfire lit in the forest, and all hunters could see it if they paid attention.

Melisandre approached Moqorro and reached out to touch Moqorro's face. Only then did he realize that the red-robed woman's hand was so hot that it was even a little hot when it touched his face.

"You" Moqorro looked at Melisandre's stiff face in surprise. He knew that the red-robed woman was not afraid of the cold, but now she was more like a hot energy hidden in her body, ready to go, like an active volcano about to erupt.

The cold wind blew, and Moqorro wrapped his red robe tightly and followed behind Melisandre.

"Help me prepare some firewood, Moqorro." Melisandre said. Although her words were meant to be a request, her tone was unquestionable.

"You need to make a fire." Moqorro's voice was so soft that even he himself could not hear it clearly. He turned and headed deep into the forest, looking for suitable branches and leaves.

The branches and leaves piled up quickly. Moqorro stared at the red-robed woman who was watching the firewood, and a trace of doubt surged in his heart.

The ruby ​​on Melisandre's chest became brighter and brighter, and the flames burned in the middle of the firewood, rising like steam.

Moqorro opened his mouth slightly, and the words seemed to be blocked in his throat, losing the function of language.

"The night is long and dangerous everywhere," Melisandre said softly, her voice seemed to have magic. Moqorro did not care about the coldness of his body, as if he was immersed in the context of the red-robed woman.

The flames jumped, gradually dimmed, and a cloud of gray smoke rose until it went out.

Moqorro only saw that there was a group of people reveling in the cave illuminated by the bonfire and on the high hillside.

Qila grabbed the tender venison, ripping the meat with his fangs, and humming with pleasure.

"Teach these damn lackeys a lesson!" Sami, a warrior of the Black Ears, slapped the stone table, laughing.

"Lies of the Arlin family! Lies who invaded our homeland!" The warriors of the Burning People shouted loudly.

"You are talking nonsense, Sami!" The wild woman Qila looked at Sami who was celebrating with disdain, "Cowardly man! You still want to stop us from taking revenge on Atis Arlin's lackeys!"

"Huh!~" The surrounding high mountain clan warriors made contemptuous sounds, and Sami's face suddenly flushed.

"Woman, don't talk nonsense!" Sami said in a bad tone, "All the warriors of the Black Ears saw me leading the charge. I just gave you some advice, not because I don't want to take revenge."

"The reason for the hesitation is your father Zike's stupid decision, which ruined the Moon People and my father!" Sami slapped the stone table, pulled out the machete, and pointed it at Qila.

"Roar!" The warriors of the Gaoshan clan stood up together. The warriors of the Burning People Tribe, the Black Ear Tribe, and the Painted Dog Tribe, which were on good terms with the Burning People Tribe, shouted to each other, looking at the two men with swords drawn excitedly.

"Duel! Duel! Duel!" The warriors of the ancestors shouted together, knocking on the tools on their bodies, and the sound of tools colliding in the stone cave kept echoing.

"I accept your duel!" Qila supported the stone table with one hand, climbed over, and still held the captured fine steel dagger in his hand, moving towards Sami like a ghost.

Sami was not panicked. He had already mastered Qila's skills. The machete swept towards Qila's lower body fiercely. Qila rose sideways and rolled to the ground, with the dagger pointing directly at Sami's throat.

The machete turned upwards sharply, barely resisting the edge of the dagger. There were faint bursts of white light when the weapons collided. The warriors of the ancestors watched this scene excitedly, shouting and cheering together, and it was impossible to tell which side they were supporting in the noise.

Timmet, the "Red Hand" of the Burning Tribe, chewed venison and looked coldly at the two people fighting.

The Fire Witch was still covered in red dye. She gently leaned on Timmet's chest and kissed Timmet's neck.

"It is destined that the Black Ear Tribe and the Moon People Tribe have fallen to this point. No one is to blame!" Timmet watched the fighting scene with contempt, and his tone was vicious.

The Fire Witch seemed to be attracted by other things. She got out of Timmet's arms and stared at the ground.

"What's wrong?" Timmet asked, he noticed his wife's movement.

"The shadows of Qila and Sami." The Fire Witch pointed to the ground where the two were fighting.

Timmet looked at the ground, and the shadows of Qila and Sami were slowly lengthening, even extending to the stone wall.

"Red Hand" Timmet frowned slightly, staring at the changes in the shadows with some confusion.

Qila's center of gravity moved slightly to the left. Sami noticed this movement and chopped the moving Qila with a machete.

The female savage raised the corners of her mouth, twisted her waist, and shifted her center of gravity suddenly. Sami's pupils dilated slightly, and her body had already moved in the direction where Qila's center of gravity had been shaking before.

The cold light of the dagger appeared in front of Sami's eyes, blood splashed out, and hideous bloodstains appeared on Sami's face. He fell to the ground, still in shock.

Qila stood on the stone table, picked up the machete that Sami dropped, and pointed it at the loser who fell to the ground.

"You lost, Sami," a disdainful look appeared on Qila's face, "The ancient ancestors living in the mountains only respect the strongest warriors, and you, you can't even beat a woman, how can you be so arrogant?"

The savages shouted in unison, "Qila! Qila! Qila!"

Sami fell to the ground, but his shadow did not, crawling on the stone wall, standing facing Qila.

"Red Hand" Timi frowned tightly, "What's going on? This..."

Sami's shadow reached out to the burning bonfire, and the flames seemed to climb up the shadow and fluttered and burned.

"Qila! Qila! Qila!" The cheers celebrating the winner echoed in the stone cave.

Qila raised her arms, looked at the warriors who were cheering for her, and responded one by one.

Suddenly, the burning shadow of Sami pounced on Qila, and the flames wrapped Qila's shadow.

"Ah!!" Qila looked at the rash on her exposed skin, and the flesh quickly faded. The flames instantly wrapped Qila, and a heart-wrenching wail came from the fire.

Timi grabbed the excited fire witch, and Qila's clear face turned into a charred face in an instant, just like the face of the scout who was burned to death before struggling in the flames.

The flames stopped, the voices stopped, and there were only charred bones in front of her.

The stone cave was silent, and silence was pervasive.

"The night is long and dangerous everywhere." A strange female voice came from the cave entrance, and a red robe appeared in front of the ancient warriors. The flames were obviously extinguished, but the burning flames could still be seen in the eyes of this woman.

The burning feeling came to her face, and Timi stood up, her legs trembling slightly.

His wife looked at the newcomer excitedly and knelt on the ground devoutly.

"Witch! Witch killed Zira!" The Black Ear warrior's lips trembled, and he rushed towards Melisandre with a knife.

Sami's shadow did not disappear, and it pounced on the charging Black Ear warrior again.

The flames wrapped again, and roars and howls continued.

The people of the High Mountain Clan stared at the wailing warriors, no one spoke, and silence filled the air again.

Melisandre approached the lying Sami and gently touched his head twice. His white eyes instantly recovered, and he gasped violently, as if he was hit in the chest by a heavy punch.

Timet watched his wife crawling towards Melisandre, kneeling at her feet, and kissing her red robe.

She raised her head, her eyes full of piety and enthusiasm, "You are the real Fire Witch"

"Fire Witches only obey the one true king," Melisandre helped the Fire Witch up and said with a smile, "Your self-righteous arrogance is your real sin. The enemy you think you are is actually the one true king."

Melisandre looked at everyone, the ruby ​​on her chest quickly dimmed, and her face turned pale.