Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web.

Chapter 77 Azor Ahai

The red priestess Melisandre closed her eyes and prayed silently:

“Lord of Light, Heart of Holy Flame, Master of Shadows and Fire, let me see the prince in the prophecy, your agent in the world.”

The air was extremely hot, and her lips were already chapped.

This was not surprising.

Since she moved into this room in the hotel, the flames in the fireplace had never gone out, even though the summer sun was shining in at this moment.

Undoubtedly, the priest of the Lord of Light must coexist with the flames.

She knew that R'hllor, the Lord of Light, used ashes and flickering flames as language to convey omens to the believers he had chosen.

And she was best at watching and interpreting ambiguous omens from the sacred fire.

She opened her eyes and stared at the flames.

Before her, flickering phantoms swayed in the flames.

Faces and figures were erratic.

One phantom took shape, then began to dissolve, gradually fading into another;

The colors were sometimes golden, sometimes scarlet, and sometimes bright white;

The shapes were sometimes strange, sometimes terrifying, sometimes bewitching, and sometimes holy;

She couldn't see the prince in the prophecy clearly.

Failed again.

Melisandre tried to forget the disappointment and confusion in her heart.

She sat blankly in front of the sacred fire of the Lord of Light.

The ancient books of Asshai prophesied, "After the long summer, the stars will bleed, Azor Ahai will be reborn in a place of smoke and salt, and awaken the dragon from the stone."

Melisandre firmly believed that "the place of smoke and salt" was Dragonstone.

Therefore, she trekked from Asshai and joined Stannis, expecting to guide the prince in the prophecy to complete the mission bestowed by the Lord of Light.

But.

Stannis is dead.

Melisandre had to accept the reality: she might have misinterpreted the prophecy.

She didn't know where to go.

But Dragonstone soon received news that Joffrey Baratheon, the heir to the Iron Throne, had become the "Prince of Dragonstone."

After that, envoys from the Iron Throne carrying dragon eggs stayed on Dragonstone.

She woke up: she had come too early.

Stannis was just a vanguard for the king, and the real prince was in King's Landing.

So she came to King's Landing again, spreading the gospel of the Lord of Light to the ignorant people, and even saw the new king's face, but the sacred fire had been silent.

Could it be that it's not him either?

Suddenly, a picture was drawn in the sacred fire, which was torn to pieces by the leaping flames in a blink of an eye.

Melisandre's eyes flashed with excited tears.

Even if it only appeared for a moment, every stroke in the painting was clear and unforgettable.

Although the face of the figure in the sacred fire was blurred, the seven small crystal towers that looked like toys beside his legs were a clear omen—the Great Sept of Baelor.

Melisandre stood up from beside the sacred fire.

Today is July 7th.

The so-called promised day of the fake Seven Gods, the coronation day of King Joffrey I.

The High Septon of the false gods will crown the king in the Great Sept of Baelor.

She walked out of the room, went downstairs, and joined the dense crowd on the street heading to the Great Sept of Baelor.

The crowd moved slowly along the wide, muddy road.

The scorching summer sun was high overhead, and the air was full of the smell of sweat, people, bread, and perfume.

Rich or poor, people were talking about the king's coronation at this time, and Melisandre listened quietly.

“If you ask me, His Majesty is a really good person.

He was willing to hold the coronation ceremony after so many days.

His Majesty Robert must be very pleased.”

“I think His Majesty is like Baelor the Blessed reborn.

Crowned on July 7th, how devout, may the Seven Gods bless him!”

“No matter what you say, I only care about the silver stag promised by the gold cloaks.”

“Humph! His Majesty is rich in the Seven Kingdoms, does he still lack a silver stag from you?

Even if he gives everyone who comes to watch the ceremony a silver stag, what if he gives everyone a golden dragon?”

“There are hundreds of thousands of us in total, a golden dragon!

Will you give it!? ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

Melisandre was covered in a red robe from head to toe.

Occasionally, someone glanced at her curiously, but saw nothing, and then moved their gaze away boredly.

“I heard,” a voice said mysteriously, “His Majesty Robert was killed by the curse of the black wizard Bloodraven.”

“Duke Bloodraven.”

“I know him.

The vicious wizard with a thousand and one eyes, my mother used to scare me with him when I was a child.”

“Really?”

“He shouldn’t still be alive, right?

Calculating the time, he is over a hundred years old.”

“Who knows.”

“Actually, the night the Great Sept’s bell rang, Lord Renly ran back to Storm’s End with his soldiers.

Think about it carefully, hehe…”

“Okay! You dare to talk about Lord Renly!”

“According to this, do you still suspect His Majesty?

His Majesty didn’t accuse Lord Renly.”

“That’s right, who would suspect their relatives first?!

Even if Lord Renly went home, so what?

Could it be that he will send troops to rebel and fight for the inheritance of the Iron Throne?”

The figure quickly squeezed to another place, and the vicinity was rarely quiet for a while, and the atmosphere was slightly strange.

Melisandre had also watched the sacred fire for this matter a few days ago.

There was indeed a powerful force hidden behind the death of King Robert.

Bloodraven, Brynden Rivers, do you belong to the light or the darkness?

The flowing crowd became active again.

“I heard that Bloodraven is the Green Seer of the Children of the Forest.”

“I saw it.

Those little things that His Majesty brought back from the Wall are definitely not human!

They have maroon skin!

Three fingers!!”

“That’s not right.

Bloodraven is human, the Green Seer of the Children of the Forest is definitely not him.”

“You got it wrong.”

“He and the Children of the Forest must be enemies!”

“That’s right.”

Someone asked worriedly, “The Children of the Forest are real, will the Others and those strange prophecies also be true?

The Long Night, the end of the world, and everything.”

“Bah, bah, don’t talk nonsense!”

“Impossible!

They are just Asshai people who are scared out of their wits and talking nonsense!”

The voice could not hide the trembling.

“We also have legends, my grandfather told similar ones.”

“The Long Night thousands of years ago can’t all be fake, right?

So many legends and stories, the Children of the Forest and the Last Hero.”

It is said that in that winter that lasted for a generation, kings and slaves could only shiver and freeze into zombies, and there was only endless darkness, monsters, and ice in the world, until the Last Hero saved the world.

“What is the name of the Last Hero?”

“The Asshai people said that he is Azor Ahai.

His reincarnation will become a hero again, holding 'Lightbringer' to stop the darkness and the end of the world, and bring a long summer that will never end.”

No one denied it anymore.

A voice was filled with fear, “This summer has lasted almost ten years, right.”

People were even more silent.

As everyone knows, every long summer is followed by an even longer long winter.

Ten years, or even longer, of winter.

Gods, will there be a new spring again?

Will I still be alive to see it?

Will my children be able to see it?

Melisandre frowned under her red robe.

Recently, there have been more and more people in the city promoting the Long Night and the end of the world.

She could smell their scent, full of lies and deceit, definitely not devout believers of true gods or false gods.

Not all of these people speaking around her were sincere.

Who made them do this, and what was their purpose?

The crowd stopped completely.

Melisandre raised her head, and before her was the central square crowded with figures.

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