Game of Thrones: Dragonborn Comes

The glamorous Melisandre glared at him angrily: "I advised you last year that the R'hllor sect should not get involved in politics too much, yet you have publicly spoken out in support of Daenerys Targaryen many times! Do you still think that the power of the Kingdom of Westeros is still as inaccessible as before? Benello, times have changed!"

The wailing of the wounded in the hall came, and Benello didn't feel any guilt about what he had done, and still said angrily: "Our King of Light is the orthodox, we are the masters, how long has it been since the rise of the Dragon Cult?" ? They are heretics! They are a sect to make money for Werther!"

Melisandre looked at the magnificent altar room, and then turned her head to look through the window at the unpretentious two-story black stone building of the Dragon Worship Cult in the distance. She really didn't know what to say. "You used to know some fire magic, and the nobles of Volantis were afraid of you. Now almost every town in Westeros has a magician, and you have lost your fearsome strength."

"Melisandre, you are the High Priest of the Lord of Light, we are in danger now, you must lead our magicians to wipe out those heretics!"

Benello pinned all his hopes on the magician brought by Melisandre.

Melisandre didn't look him in the eye, she walked to the window and looked in the direction of the Dragon Cult and said, "Vert Baratheon has come to Volantis!"

"What?" Benello hurried to the window sill and looked around towards the sky.

"The dragon is still in Dorne, and Werther didn't lead an army. The people who come here are all followers of the Dragon Cult." Melisandre knew what he was looking for.

"Then what shall we do? Retreat north?"

On the Battlefield of Meereen, believers of the Lord of Light were tightly wrapped and risked contracting diseases to see it. After returning, they described the scene as doomsday. At this time, Benello was ready to abandon the believers and let Melisandre Escorted to escape.

"Jealousy! You are jealous that Werther has a dragon! Then you chose to fall to the Targaryen family with three dragons. Your jealousy has now pushed our Hero Cult to the opposite of the Dragon Worship Cult!" Melisandre said Benello's previous behavior.

Benello roared excitedly: "Impossible!"

Melisandre did not reply, she took out some powder from the pouch at her waist and sprinkled it on the altar. It was like a gentle charcoal fire suddenly bursting out, and the fierce burning flame was taller than the two combined. Melisandre pointed at the flame , Benello looked over naturally. ....

In the flames, there are scenes of him roaring in the bedroom, he is writing letters to please Daenerys, and there are scenes of seeing the high-level officials of the Golden Group express their loyalty.

The Scarlet Witch can predict that the current world is full of magic power, and it is no problem to see the short past that has happened.

Benello, who came back to his senses, still did not face his past, and asked Melisandre, "Then you want to leave us and leave?"

"If I really want to leave you all behind, I won't come here! Let all the mages come in, and we will perform the prophecy ceremony together!"

Melisandre touched the forearm of her right hand with her left hand. Under the cover of the long sleeve, there was a ring of burnt tooth marks on the forearm, which could not be erased even after applying a lot of medicine.There are more and more powerful magicians now, and today she is going to gather the power of everyone and try to predict Werther's future.

More than [-] flame mages of the King of Light wore uniform flame embroidered robes and formed a circle around the altar with Benello. After adjusting their magic power, they nodded to Melisandre, and the unknown powder was scattered again. Towards the altar, this time the turbulent flames burned directly to the top of the ten-meter-high room, and the round altar room became extremely hot even with a dozen large windows open.

Everyone formed a simple formation centered on Melisandre, and Melisandre's consciousness gradually blurred. She found Werther's trace in the long river of time, and when she was ready to be bitten by the flame dragon head again, she immediately Lean over to check.

This time there is no dragon's soul jumping out to bite people, but still can't see Werther's past and future, Melisandre only sees Werther standing on the boundless black sea, more than [-] translucent dragon heads drilled out of the body, Join Werther in a confrontation with a monster in mid-air covered in black tentacles and countless eyes.

"Who is doing this little trick of peeping into the future!"

The giant eyes turned suddenly in Melisandre's direction.

Bark!The flame of the altar suddenly went out, leaving only a few wisps of green smoke, and the temperature of the room instantly changed to that before the flame was ignited, as if the previous high temperature did not exist at all.

"How is this going?"

"I feel like the magic has suddenly been cut off from Melisandre!"

"What’s wrong with you?"

"I'm fine! It's just that the magic failed again. Don't prophesy Werther in the future. There is no doubt that he is the strongest magician. Maybe he has mastered the magic to block the prophecy." Melisandre waved everyone to leave .

"Everyone thinks to rest." Seeing that there was no effect, Benello felt that the magicians should rest and recover their magic power.

"I want to take a break too!" Melisandre nodded to Benello, walked into a quiet meditation room by herself, and carefully analyzed the scene she saw.

Werther's soul is a giant dragon, a special creature with a human body and a dragon soul. Melisandre was already very surprised just witnessing this.She has predicted many people in her long life. The dragon knights of the Targaryen family have a magical connection with the dragon. It is very difficult to predict them, but she never thought that this is the case for Werther. No wonder it was predicted that he would be bitten by the dragon soul. The powerful soul of the giant dragon cannot be shaken by humans.

But this time he was not bitten because Werther's soul has been polluted!Being corroded and invaded by an evil thing, all the power in Werther's soul is fighting against this evil thing, and he has long been unable to take care of his own peeping.

"I found something extraordinary!" Melisandre's hands and palms were already sweating, and the scorching skin could not dry the sweat completely.

"What if Werther is controlled by evil?" Melisandre didn't dare to think about it.

Cheng Wang Hei

Chapter 280 IX The Power of Dragon Language Magic

"Assemble! Assemble! The Dragon Worshipers are gathering, they are coming!"

There was a lot of noise in the temple of R'hllor, magicians and fully armed hands of the Holy Fire began to gather in the hall, and even the wounded took up weapons, ready to fight for their beliefs.

"Come on, Melisandre!" Of course, Benello couldn't forget the strongest magician on his side, and he must stand with her at any time in this battle.

"Dragon Cult launched a general attack? Is Werther Baratheon in there?"

Melisandre walked towards the team together, and pulled her face with her hands, pulling the sagging skin back to its original state.

The red gown covered her ankles. When she walked, her upper body seemed to be moving but she walked very fast. Benello trotted to follow her: "According to reports from the congregation, the Dragon Worshipers and their high-level officials have all been mobilized. There is a person wearing a full set of keel armor and holding a two-handed giant sword glowing red in one hand, Werther can't be wrong!"

"Let's go, the Illuminati will shine on us, the flame will burn forever, we will win this battle!" Melisandre didn't really want to fight, but wanted to ask Werther to understand.

"The King of Light will win!" Benello was also full of confidence.

The magnificent Temple of R'hllor, with its beams, steps, walls, vaults, towers and air corridors between towers, is perfectly connected as if the whole building was hollowed out of a single monolith.Hundreds of shades, reds, yellows, golds, oranges, bleed into each other on the temple walls like clouds at sunset.Slender pinnacles twisted around each other, rising in a spiral, frozen flames that seemed to touch the sky.

Thousands of believers of the Lord of Light wore uniform red robes, and more than 700 Holy Fire Hands wearing silver-white armor and red robes lined up neatly, protecting the priests and magicians with golden flames embroidered on the robes. middle.

"Long night is dark, everywhere is sinister, day is bright and prosperous. One black, one white. One ice, one fire. Hate and love, bitter and sweet, woman and man, pain and joy, winter and summer, evil and justice! "

This heavily armed team marched in neat steps, shouting unified slogans, and marched along the main street in the direction of the Dragon Worship Cult.

The sun was about to set, and the red sunset shone on the R'hllor sect team, as red as blood.

The height of the Dragon Worship Temple is only two floors, but it occupies a large area.The house is square, and only four corners are decorated with carved dragon heads. The building is built of black stone, and each beam and column is extremely thick, making the gate and room very narrow, but the whole building looks very strong.

This is a compromise made to allow the dragon to descend to the top. Ao Daweiying's size is definitely not good, and a dragon under the age of a hundred is fine.

On the square at the gate, Dofas, Archbishop of the Dragon Sect, stood on the balcony on the second floor and gave a mobilization speech. Believers gathered in twos and threes to chat, with colorful clothes and armor, and weapons in their hands. Recognized by the dragon's head on the necklace and burqa.

Born in the Xiang Party who advocates economic development, Dofas is really not good at mobilizing before the war. Seeing the mob-like team below, he could only ask for help from Werther beside him, and said with a smile on his face, "Master Wirter, can you say a few words? "

"I think this is very good! Apart from the formal sacrificial activities, the Dragon Worship Cult should not engage in formal things, and let the believers develop on their own!"….

After Witte finished speaking, he put on the helmet on his hand and jumped from the second floor to the crowd in the square.Immediately, the dragon priest Neciso Wisama, wearing a purple mask, trotted after Werther.

Werther walked slowly towards the temple of R'hllor, and the followers of the Dragon Cult automatically parted ways.Werther didn't say a word of encouragement, he just raised the Bloody Ska Blade with his right hand and held it against his shoulder.

The square is very quiet, only the unique clicking sound of the keel battle armor can be heard.

When Werther passed by holding the giant sword, a believer also drew out the long sword at his waist, imitating the movements and following behind Werther.Witt took another step, and another believer took the long ax from behind and carried it on his shoulder, and followed with a blank expression.Every time Werther took a step, there was only the sound of various weapons being unsheathed. The gradually expanding team had no slogans, no uniform uniforms, and no orderly steps. There was only a gradually rising chill.

The wide Lorne River empties into the sea and passes through the main city of Volantis in the middle. During the heyday of the Valyrian Empire, a long bridge was built on the wide river, and the Temple of Rhllor and the Temple of the Dragon Worship built the eastern city. With Xicheng, the two teams met in the middle of the long bridge as if they had agreed.

The Valyrian Empire built long bridges regardless of cost. They were all built of stones. Huge piers stood one after another on the river bed. Each column extending from the piers was carved with various rare birds and animals. In the middle of the wide bridge deck, several carriages can pass side by side, and there are even shops built on both sides.

The Lord of Light's team first arrived at the center of the bridge, and the commanders of the Hand of the Holy Fire commanded and lined up, waiting for the approaching enemy in the distance.

"Close the doors and windows!"

"Close the doors and windows!"

As the Dragon Worship team advanced, the shops on the bridge were reminded by the believers that when they came to the middle of the bridge, there were no shops here, only spears with the hands of thieves and the heads of prisoners for public display, and unknown people on the ground. How many people gathered together and dried into lumps of black blood.

Werther was at the forefront of the team, and Dofas was following beside him, introducing the important people on the opposite side one by one.

After seeing Werther, Melisandre and Benello stepped out of the army formation and came to the front.

Seeing Werther approaching slowly, Melisandre didn't expect that it would be like this when the two met again, and shouted without a smile: "Duke Werther, I have something to think about today..."

Werther, who was walking, ignored it, and raised his long sword with one hand and pointed it in front of him.

"Kill him!"

"Kill!!"

"Heretic of the Lord of Light, die!"

The Dragon Worshipers in armor yelled and cursed around Werther and rushed to the front.

There is no need to talk too much, and there is no need to waste words when you know the ending.R'hlofan didn't have a shield or a spear, just an infantry formation with heavy armor and long swords. The Dragon Cult was actually not bad, so Werther immediately ordered an attack.They make formations, and they rely on individuals.

The first wave of charging contact, the sound of shouting and killing, the sound of weapons colliding and the sound of flame magic exploding,

A high-pitched voice came from the mouth of a tall warrior with blond hair and silver armor:

"Fus~Ro~Dah~!"

Werther listened to the sound and looked over, and more than [-] people in red robes were blown away by the sound waves tens of meters away.

The tall warrior is very conspicuous in the crowd. He is wearing heavy armor, holding a heavy metal shield in his left hand, and a heavy hammer in his right hand. He rampages through the crowd. Platinum hair hangs from the lower edge of the helmet, following his movements around his body With a swing, he directly used Dragon Roar as there were many enemies in front of him.

Elios Chiheda, a pure-blooded Valyrian, was born in the Tiger Party, and he happens to be 30 years old this year.He gave up running for the consul and devoted himself to practicing dragon language magic. On his face, he has a lightning tattoo extending from his chin, through his left eye to his eyebrows, and fifteen small lightning battle patterns on his right eye, representing that he once stood Fifteen battles.

He was originally a candidate for dragon priest, but he only specialized in one dragon roar and didn't want to learn others, and Witt just announced the selection criteria and didn't want to make an exception immediately, so he was only a spectator when the headquarters raided last time.

Cheng Wang Hei

Chapter 290

A total of nearly 3000 people from both sides were fighting on a bridge. Except for the people at the front who could fight the enemy, the people behind couldn't squeeze through, so they could only raise their weapons to help shout and cheer.

"The Lord of Light will win!"

"Dragon Worship is invincible!"

The R'hllor Sect issued a unified standard long sword, which was more than mighty in the hand, but was restrained by various heavy weapons in actual combat.

The people in front of the Dragon Worshipers all hold various shields, including round shields, long shields, and even tower shields, plus weapons such as war hammers and axes. One Dragon Worshiper can kill five or six hands of the Holy Fire by himself.

Even if one blow fails to kill the opponent, the power of the heavy hammer can knock down the enemy through the armor. If you want to struggle to stand up, you will be squeezed down, and you will continue to be trampled by countless feet. Falling to the ground means death.

There are powerful roars and screams of imminent death. The people in front die in battle, and the people behind then step on top, stepping on the corpses and blood of their companions or enemies to continue fighting.

"rise!"

As more than a dozen magicians cast spells together, flames suddenly ignited on the long swords in the hands of all the followers of the Lord of Light.

"kill!"

The light of the golden-red flame aroused their fighting spirit. Even if their combat experience was not as good as the Dragon Worship Cult, they rushed forward crazily, even if they died, they would take the life of the person opposite them.

A young Dragon Worshiper stuck three swords around his neck. He raised his hand and stabbed an enemy to death with one sword. He let go of the enemy and the weapon he was holding and laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, the Dragon God is invincible!" With his mouth full of blood, he took a deep breath with the last of his strength: "Fus~!"

Before he died, he used the only magic he had learned, and the seven or eight heavily armored believers of the Lord of Light in front of him were pushed to the ground by the magic.

While the magic power was drained, his eyes gradually lost focus. Before the healing magic from Werther behind the crowd arrived, his body had already collapsed limply.Companions stepped over his corpse, and with axes and hammers chopped off the heads of those who had slain him.

The advantage of dragon language magic is that the three phrases can be released without shouting all at once. Although the power is reduced, in this crowded battlefield, the unshakable power of one field is also very useful.

So far in the Dragon Blessing, there are 20 people who have mastered all the phrases of Unshakable Power, more than 100 people who have mastered two phrases, and hundreds of people who know one word. Volantis

"Kill the mage first!"

Benello yelled loudly.He climbed to the roof of a shop, saw that the magic of the Dragon Worshiper was too effective in the battle, and gave the order.However, the people of the Dragon Cult were dressed in messy clothes. Even if he gave the order, as long as the opponent didn't use magic, he couldn't find the magician of the Dragon Worship Cult. He could only throw fireballs into the crowd of the Dragon Worship Cult together with other magicians.

Two-thirds of the Dragon Worshipers held shields. Holding up shields to defend against fireballs can have some effect, but magic flames are different from ordinary flames. After the fireball hits the shield and explodes, scattered sparks scattered into the crowd until the magic power Exhausted to extinguish, the burqas on many were magically ignited.

"Ah~~~" A Dragon Worshiper's robe and cloak with full body armor were set on fire. The burning of the magic flame caused severe pain and made him unable to breathe. The people around him spun and knelt on the spot. Before he had killed an enemy, he knelt on the ground, his hair and skin gradually turning into charcoal.

....

"Kill the mage first!"

The fighting crowd on both sides shouted the same slogan.

The sonic impact of unshakable power, the magic flame intertwined in the fighting crowd, every time it appears, it is accompanied by death, sometimes the sound wave will blow the flame into the air, and sometimes the flame will be drawn into the sound wave and become a stream of fire.

The R'hllor sect has more people, and the Dragon Worshipers fight more bravely. Coupled with the dragon language magic that is suitable for releasing in the crowd, the casualties of R'hllor's side are huge, until the magicians' flame magic hits them. It was only then that the front line was barely maintained and no longer retreated.

The dragon priest Nesiso Wissama, whose robes and masks were all purple, jumped onto the roof of the shop. Seeing the mage of the Lord of Light continuously releasing fire magic behind the infantry, he shouted to Dofas beside him: "This way The boy who went down to Qiheda’s house couldn’t stand it for long, we must get rid of the magician on the opposite side first! Dofas, we are on our own side!”

The dragon priest specializes in magic and combat, and the archbishop himself has to listen to his command at this time. Dofas tightened the wooden mask on his face with his hands. After seeing Witt nodded behind him, the two left and right , charge the enemy on the roofs of the shops on both sides of the long bridge.

One red and one purple, two people wearing masks and robes rushed over from the roofs of the shops on both sides, and the members of the King of Light Sect immediately understood that this was the leader of the other party.

The two ran through the fighting crowd and headed straight for the magician. The people fighting on the bridge didn't have time to go up to the roof to stop them.

Seeing the fireball coming, the dragon priest Nexisu jumped high and stepped across a shop, his purple robe flying in mid-air, his arms curled up and stuck to his sides to expand his chest to the maximum.

The red-robed Archbishop Dofas first stepped on a pile of debris, using the height of the debris to jump to the roof in front of him. After touching the ground with both feet, he ran wildly, flashed a fireball sideways, and then inhaled. .

"Yol~toor~shul~!"

The two uttered the same dragon roar almost at the same time, and the voices overlapped. The huge sound overwhelmed the sound of fighting on the entire bridge, causing the R'hllor sect to stop for a moment, and some even turned their heads to look around.

When the flame is extinguished, it can emit a dragon-like flame.

Two streams of golden-red dragon flames spat out from their mouths, and as the distance increased, the dragon flames became bigger and bigger, and the incoming fireballs had no resistance to the dragon flames and were swallowed directly.