Legend of the Dragon King of Ice and Fire

The sleeping Zhuo Ge felt a little hot and humid on his face. After he woke up, he was relieved to see that it was Snowball who had shaved his face.

He glanced around and found that he was in a red wedding banquet full of death.

There were dead bodies everywhere, lying on the ground, or dumped on the elevated table full of food, a pool of clotting blood accompanied them to sleep forever.

Some people have vests with arrows, some have their hands and feet separated, some lose their heads...

Below the main seat, there is an unrecognizable swollen female body with a throat cut from the left ear to the right ear. She holds a cold stone heart in her hand, and her eyes are burning with raging flames!

Sitting on the main seat above is a dead man with a wolf's head stitched on, wearing a crown and holding a leg of lamb in his hand, like a king holding a scepter.

A pair of **** eyes embedded in the wolf's head stared at Zhuo Ge, as if silently accusing him of the desolation that happened here.

The first two phantoms, Kao, don’t know what they foreshadow.

But he knew this illusion, this was the "blood wedding" that was about to happen and could change the power structure of Westeros!

In the near future, the eldest son of Ed Stark, Duke of Westeros, and the heir to Winter City, Robb Stark, will be confronted by the Frey family of Hejiandi who falsely showed him. The patriarch tricked into slaughter.

Robb Stark is a man of courage and strategy. He inherited his father's excellent qualities of honor, loyalty, and justice, and Zhuoge admired him quite a bit.

Since this revelation coincides with the plot of the novel, Cao wondered if he left the Palace of Immortality and wrote a letter of warning to the letter crow to fly out of the world, so as to change the fate of the king of the north?

But he quickly gave up this stupid idea, because Robb Stark was extremely talented, and under his leadership, the northern army continued to win the battle, and Zhuo Ge did not want to leave himself a strong enemy in the future. !

There is no point in staying, seeing the door on the far right, Zhuo Ge urged Zhuo Geng and Xueqiu to leave with him.

After exiting this door, a long corridor appeared before their eyes again.

The promenade stretches forward, with endless doors on the left and torches on the right.

Finally, a pair of huge obsidians, that is, the smooth gate polished by the dragon crystal, appeared on the left, which was more refined and thicker than all other gates.

As one person and two beasts approached, the door opened automatically, and Zhuo Ge couldn't help but stop and watch.

The scene inside the door looks like a wizard's altar, surrounded by red candles. Among them stands a graceful woman wearing a red lacquer mask and a fiery red tulle, and a long braided beard, tall and thin, as thin as wood. Dressed as a Dothraki man, the two stared at the skeleton of a dragon with no leg bones lying in the center.

Zhuo Ge felt that the woman with her back to him was a bit familiar, and couldn't help but wonder: "Is she a quili?"

With dim eyes, white beard and hair, the haggard-shaped walking man said: "The old roots have exhausted all their offerings, and the dead leaves on the branches will be reborn."

Driven by curiosity, Zhuo Ge was going to see the woman clearly, but before he left, the gate of Long Jing quickly closed, so he continued to move forward.

After walking for more than an hour, the promenade finally came to an end, and in front of me was a steep stone ladder leading down to the darkness.

At this moment, the torches were extinguished one by one, and the silent darkness fell one after another, and only the eyes of the two beasts provided a small range of light.

At the same time, something was dragging a heavy pace, walking slowly along the fading and rotted carpet.

This is urging Zhuo Ge to make a decision quickly. He can't look back, staying here is perilous, but how can he move forward?

There is no door on the right, and the stairs go down, not up. Haia Puri, the spokesperson of the Immortal, reminded him that he can only climb the upward stairs.

About to face the unknown weirdness, anyone would feel scared, and Zhuo Ge was a little anxious.

"His...!"

The vague footsteps became louder and clearer, and Zhuo Geng stretched out his neck like a python and opened his mouth and screamed, smoke rose from between his teeth, and a faint flame appeared.

With the light of the dragon flame, Zhuo Ge clearly saw the appearance of the incoming person, and was shocked instantly. It turned out to be the great wizard Haia Puli whose head was split in half!

But he was just a phantom shadow, and the sound of footsteps was made by the corpse of the rotten fire orchid he attached!

The wizard guided the stiff corpse and stretched out his hands together, and he made a sharp voice like a mouse gnawing corn: "The immortal will not wait. The short life of a mortal is as small as a moth throwing a fire to the immortal. Come to me, to Here I am..."

This voice is full of magnetism, as if the soul will be pulled away!

At this time, he could no longer stick to the right door. Zhuo Ge smashed into the leftmost door, and the two beasts followed him in. Inside the door was another small house with four doors.

Take the right door, right, right...The right door disappeared again, with only one upward staircase. From the outside, the low Immortal Palace has no towers. It is obviously a witchcraft illusion.

They are all illusions, illusions, no choice, terror is hidden everywhere, Zhuo Ge feels that if there is a way, he will go, it is better than running into a wall.

When he climbed to the end of the stairs, he saw a pair of wide wooden doors half open on the right.

The gate is made of ebony wood and fish-beam wood. The black and white texture is twisted and hovered, forming a peculiar pattern, which is dazzling and terrifying.

Zhuo Ge looked at it carefully, feeling dizzy and dizzy, causing him to have the illusion that his soul was almost separated from the body.

Combining these kinds of things, Kao finally uncovered a mystery, the all kinds of weirdness of the Immortal Palace are actually produced by absorbing his soul!

Once again there was no choice, Zhuo Ge hesitated for a while and pushed the door and walked in. The scene inside the door made him intuitively reach the destination.

Behind the door is a hall, in which there are a group of gorgeously dressed, handsome, young and beautiful people.

Some of them wore expensive mink coats, ruby-colored velvet, and luxurious robes made of gold cloth, and some were covered with exquisite armor inlaid with gems...!

There are no musicians, but the hall is full of beautiful and sweet music~www.ltnovel.com~ Even the nervous Zhuoge almost fell into the ocean of music, and the whole person relaxed regardless.

The people in the hall stood up and smiled at him: "Welcome, welcome, please come over to the Eternal Banquet, we are the immortals of Quairs."

Wearing a mesh gauze that blends with rose red and silver, showing one side according to the customs of Queers, it is dazzling and very lethal. She lightly opened her lips and said: "We know everything, we can unlock all mysteries for you. !"

The warrior in the shiny emerald armor stared at the scimitar in Zogo's hand and said, "I will teach you how to use magic weapons, come on, come on, you have passed all the tests, just have a banquet with us, Your questions will be answered."

A man dressed as a wizard echoed: "We have known it as early as a thousand years ago and have been waiting for the arrival of the descendants of the true dragon. Comets are our guide."

Zhuo Ge said solemnly: "I am not a descendant of the true dragon, but I want to become the lord of the dragon!"

The other immortals rushed to answer, and the sound they made was as if reverberating in the valley, half whispering half mouthpieces: "Blood and fire share the same source...blood and fire share the same source..."