Game of Thrones Starts with the Lord Blast System

Melisandre's room was never really dark.

Even though the bright moonlight outside the window spilled into her bedroom like mercury pouring down from the attic window sill, she still lit three animal fat candles to ensure that the horror of the night could be completely dispelled.

The candles flickered, and there was still a lot of darkness in the room, so she got up and added dry wood to the fireplace, so that the fire could go out day and night.

Melisandre breathed a sigh of relief and came to the window to look at the quiet sky of the fishing village port outside.

"There is a fire in the city." A man's voice came from outside the bedroom, it was the voice of a young man.

Melisandre was breathing, and there was a burst of refreshing floral fragrance from the inn yard. The fragrance was fragrant and unheard of.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then turned to the bedroom door, and gently opened the door.

A young man with an earnest face appeared outside the door.

Davon Seaworth is the fifth son of Davos Seaworth, the Onion Knight. He was Stannis Baratheon's squire, now temporarily assigned to serve the Red Lady, and he was one of the survivors of the Battle of the Blackwater, picked up by the battleship Rhys. While all of his brothers died in the Battle of King's Landing, Davon Seaworth survived only because he stayed with Stannis throughout the battle.

Dai Feng first glanced at Melisandre obsessively, then bowed his head slightly, her mature and arrogant figure fascinated him.

"Those followers of the Drowned God were discovered?" Melisandre asked.

"Yes, the screams of killing spread throughout half of the village port, and the fire lit up the eastern sky."

"That's what they deserve. The north is the power of the old gods. Although it is gradually weakening, it is not a good place for them poor Drowned God believers to spread their faith. Only light and fire can save the people in the cold. I even warned their witch myself to keep her away from the flames, the enemy of the Drowned God."

A priestess of the Drowned God whom Melisandre had seen before she got up, dressed up as a prostitute to preach, and was caught out, which was pathetic.

The priestess in red was not affected by this incident, and sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace step by step, began to close her eyes and prayed, and then opened her eyes to gaze at the flames.

She had to take another look at Stannis' future.

In order to ensure that the previous omens did not change because of the defeat of Heishuihe.

Countless priests have fallen upon false visions that they saw from the flames were wishful thinking, but mistook it for the Lord of Light.

Since King Stannis was defeated, he was ready to march to the north of the snow, and win the support of nobles in the north.

He is the reincarnation of Arthur Ahai, and he bears the fate of the whole world.

R'hllor, Lord of Light, granted her visions, giving her a glimpse of his future in flames.

The red priestess chanted, "Lord of Light, let me see Stannis, she prays. Let me see your king, your voice on earth."

In front of her, flickering visions swayed in the flames, one vision just took shape, and another appeared in the fading.

Through the curtain of flames, she saw that the first figure seemed to belong to Stannis, but it seemed not. The figure was hanged by ropes in the snowy sky. The ropes seemed to appear out of nowhere and wrapped around his neck, which made him Empty eye sockets weep blood.

The other figure is riding on a flying knight with huge wings. The giant bird he sits on is like an eagle and a lion. It turns into a shadow between the flapping wings, hovering and flying towards the tile blue sky.

The red priestess shuddered, black blood running down her thighs in smoke.

The flames filled her body, with extreme pain, extreme ecstasy, filling her, scorching her, and the flames deformed her body.

The heat wave painted patterns on her skin like the eager hand of a lover.

A voice from the distant past called her, "Ma'am,"

Someone touched her shoulder, and Melisandre woke up and found that the big hand was from Dai Feng. She first breathed a sigh of relief, and then said sternly behind her with dissatisfaction: "Don't touch me, and don't allow it in the future, otherwise the King of Light will I won't bless you again."

"What did you see, ma'am?" the boy asked softly, withdrawing his hand.

The flames were burning, making a crackling sound, and in the slight crackling sound, she heard the babble, it was a name, Lynn Rothschild, the orange flames outline his handsome face, flickering. It suddenly appeared in front of her, like a looming shadow seen through the fluttering curtain.

He started out alone, and then countless people appeared before him. But where he is, there are always figures everywhere, always surrounding him.

Melisandre was worried.

But he pretended to be relaxed and replied, "It's no big deal,"

Davon continued, "Will everything go well for King Stannis in the North?"

Melisandre remembered the hanging figure in the snowstorm and forced a smile, "I think so."

In fact, she couldn't even see her king in the vision.

Melisandre thought, "I begged R'hllor to give me a glimpse of Arthur Ahai's future, but all I saw was this new guardian of the North, Lynn Rothschild."

It is always difficult to watch the fire and see the omens. She thinks that there is something wrong with watching the fire this time. After she plans to soothe her spirit, she will pray again.

The skill of watching fire, like all arts, requires long-term control, practice, and learning. Pain, and pain. R'hllor uses ashes and flickering tongues of fire to convey omens to his chosen followers.

This language is difficult and delicate, and only God himself can master it 100%. Melisandre has lost count of the years she has spent practicing the art.

Moreover, in addition to the long-term cultivation, she also paid a huge price. In the end, watching and interpreting ambiguous omens from the sacred fire, no one has such a profound skill as her, including her fellow monks.

"Da Feng," she ordered, "water." Her throat was chapped with thirst.

"Okay, ma'am." The young man poured a glass of water from the stone pot by the window and handed it to her.

Melisandre took it, the young man took a sip of water, swallowed it, and smiled at the young man.

Dai Feng's face turned red, the young man fell in love with her a little bit, she knew it.

He feared her, he wanted her, and he adored her.

Even so, Dai Feng was not happy to be here.

The child was extremely proud of his status as the king's attendant, and when Stannis ordered him to leave the army and serve Melisandre, his self-esteem was greatly hurt.

Like a boy of the same age, Dai Feng was full of dreams of honor.

He was what Melisandre had asked for from the king.

At the battle of the Blackwater, the alchemist's wildfire nearly destroyed the king's entire fleet, and Davos Seaworth's four eldest sons died in the battle.

Dai Feng was the fifth son, and he was much safer here than marching with the king.

Davon would not thank her, and his father would not, but Davos Seaworth couldn't bear the pain of losing his son anymore, he had already endured too much. Although Seaworth went astray and stubbornly disbelieved in the Lord of Light, his loyalty to Stannis was undeniable. She had already seen it in the flames.

Dai Feng is smart and capable, far superior to her other attendants.

Before Stannis' remaining fleet went to the old city, she left twelve men as guards, most of which were unusable.

But ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the red priestess doesn't need to count on them either. Melisandre of Asshai never feared for her own safety.

She has the protection of the Lord of Light.

She took another sip of water, put down the cup, blinked, stretched her muscles and stood up, her whole body was sore and stiff.

Because of staring at the flame for a long time, in the bright room, she felt very dark, and it took a while for her eyes to adjust. Her eyes were dry and tired, but she didn't dare to rub them, it would only make them worse.

She noticed that the fire in the fireplace was fading. "Da Feng, add some more firewood. How early."

"It's almost dawn, ma'am."

Dawn, thank the Lord of Light for giving us another day. The day is approaching, and the terror of the night is fading.

Melisandre once again sat in front of the flames all night.

She often does.

She was about to get up and suddenly saw a beautiful young girl in the flames, a girl who was carrying the fortune of the Hejian family and was also favored by the King of Light, appeared beside that Lynn Rothschild.