Chapter 51 Storm

Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

Chapter 51 Storm

There was an unpleasant smell in the air, and hundreds of people gathered at the city gate to witness the statues of the Seven Gods being burned down, and the raging fire set off layers of heat waves.

An uneasy atmosphere permeated the entire coast.

The red-robed woman prayed by the fire, and Lady Selyse recited the prayers. Stannis, the Duke of Dragonstone, watched them praying to the God of Light with an expressionless face. His beard was short and short, and his face was as hard as iron.

, his expression was indifferent, showing no emotion or anger.

Donald Noye, the master blacksmith of the Great Wall, once commented on him, saying, "Stannis is pure iron, black, hard, and strong, but also easily damaged. Like iron, it will break before it bends." This is.

A master blacksmith was once a subordinate of the Baratheon family. He grew up watching the three brothers of the Baratheon family. Robert, the eldest brother, was made of real steel, while Renly, the third brother, was made of bright copper and was flashy.

The temple on Dragonstone was overthrown by the rear party, and they will welcome a new god from a foreign country, the Lord of Light ‘R’hllor’.

When the flames enveloped the wooden statues and turned them into black coals, the smoke rose into the sky.

The red-robed woman Melisandre spoke loudly, "Azor Ahai, favored by R'hllor! Warrior of light! Son of the Holy Flame! Come! Your sword is waiting for you! Pull out the sword that belongs to you!

Your sword"

Stannis rolled up his leather cloak and burst into the flames, drew the flaming sword, and rushed out. The squire slapped the starfire on him, and the flames burned on his gloves. With a curse, he plunged the sword into the sand.

In the ground.

The red-robed woman and Lady Selyse were still cheering for the Sons of Fire. Stannis took off his gloves and threw them on the ground. Apparently his patience had been exhausted, and he picked up his wife Selyse and returned to Dragonstone Castle.

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After the flames burned all the wooden sculptures of the Heavenly Father, the Virgin, the Warrior, and the Maiden, only a trace of smoke was still rising among the embers.

Some people in the crowd were depressed, some were excited, some were crying, and some were laughing.

Several Essos merchants were whispering, and one said, "That's not the Sword of Holy Flame at all."

Some people wondered why he dared to say this.

I just heard the man say, "The real Lightbringer was cast by Azor Ahai after spending hundreds of days and nights in the temple. He even failed three times before that. In the mouths of the red-robed monks, he is the

My wife’s painstaking efforts served as a guide to complete the forging of the Holy Sword.”

"Didn't the heart be inserted?" someone corrected.

"Who knows? Every red-robed monk's story is different."

Suddenly there was a thunder in the sky and clouds formed on the sea.

Someone was making a noise in the crowd, saying that the Seven Gods were angry.

Seeing that the storm was coming, the crowd dispersed faster.

Rumbling, a roar came from the horizon, and at this time, the sea was filled with wind and clouds.

A whirlpool was brewing, and the dark clouds in the sky were like a huge beast with its huge mouth opening to devour the world. White snakes were surging inside one after another. The distant sky was like the wrath of the gods, and the thunder was loud and clear, shaking people's hearts.

A bolt of lightning struck the rock wall, exploding into countless rubbles, while the waves beat wildly like the palms of giants.

In the thunder, a raft swayed in the sound of waves, a wave was lifted up, and it was almost swallowed by the sea water.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt came through the sky, like a thunder dragon flashing from the sky, and hit the raft right in the middle. The wood that had been soaked in water for a long time suddenly burst into flames, and another thunderbolt struck down.

The waves in the harbor of Dragonstone were fierce, and the battleships were swaying and rocking.

Some people couldn't help but worry whether their fleet would be overturned by the storm. Stannis also stayed up all night. In front of him was the endless coast. He could see the lightning and thunder, and he could also see the mist-like layers.

cloud.

On the high tower of the Red Keep in King's Landing, Varys, who was tall and wearing a velvet brocade robe, was also looking at the storm. This storm affected not only Dragonstone, but also King's Landing.

Thinking of the father and daughter who had just gone to sea, Wallis couldn't help but sigh.

Cole no longer knew how long he had been climbing. The front seemed endless, and the environment around him was also changing. From the bloody hell at the beginning, to the mist-shrouded fairy palace, from the pyramid full of dead people, to the giant waving giant

The shadow of the sickly black robe revealed all the terror and prosperity he knew. He even saw tall buildings and busy streets.

He was so tired that every time he climbed a foot, he had to rest for a long time. Suddenly, snowflakes fell around him, and a little bit of white stars scattered and fell on his shoulders, bringing a slight chill.

Stop and bury yourself in this cold snow. He came into this world in the wind and snow and left with the wind and snow.

He wanted to let go of the hand that was holding the chain, but there was a voice in his heart that kept discouraging him. Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves sounded, and the wind and snow became more rapid. Pieces of flying frost hit him so hard that he could hardly open his eyes, and the horse hooves became heavier and heavier.

As he got closer, when the fog dispersed, he saw a knight covered in ice and snow, with eyes like blue crystals and armor made of ice crystals. He was riding on an undead horse, surrounded by blizzards.

Cole, who was used to seeing fear, could not help but feel chills. It was a White Walker!

The knight on the horse slowly stretched out his hand, as if to invite him. There was no color in his blue eyes, and there was only endless coldness in his eyes.

Cole stretched out his hand out of nowhere, with his fingers just a few millimeters apart. The knight suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky.

There were rumbles and bursts of thunder, and a brand new storm came. Flames and lightning surged between the sky and the earth, blasting away the ice and snow, and blasting away the fog.

There was a roar that seemed to come from ancient times, and the sound echoed back and forth, like a huge eternal bell that washed away the world.

Countless lightning blasts filled the entire time and space, and the electric arc covered it like a cage. The ice knight waved the sharp black ice in his hand, soaring into the sky like a javelin thrown from a distance.

Lightning surrounded the dark clouds, and flashes of light reflected an extremely huge body.

Suddenly, a burst of destructive flames spurted out from the black clouds, wrapping the ice spear and the undead knight.

Bang, the sound of the explosion seemed to hit Cole's ears. He was instantly dizzy, the chain in front of him shattered, and he fell sharply.

A giant shadow flew out of the smoky clouds, and he felt like he was being soaked in the warm spring water.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, only to find that he was in a small, dark space, with a sticky, unknown liquid underneath him. Cole wanted to raise his hand to touch it, only to realize that his body was out of control.

It was a pair of eagle-claw-like palms, with film-like flesh wings connected between the arm hammers. Cole saw himself hitting the wall with his head. Bang bang bang, the eggshell-like thing seemed to have no change.

He kept bumping and bumping, and Cole himself felt anxious.

Finally, after the unremitting impact, a flash of light penetrated into the eyes, and a bolt of earth-shaking lightning struck through the sky like a sharp sword.

On top of the rolling waves, among the rafts, amidst countless thunder and lightning, and in the raging fire, a thunder was like the roar of countless war drums, covering up all the sounds of heaven and earth, and covering up a gradually rising breath.

After the lightning and thunder fell, the world seemed to have calmed down. A trace of moonlight shone through the mist-covered sky, and the vast stars sparkled in the night sky. In Dothraki legends, they were galloping horses one after another.

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And among the stars, a red meteor engraved on the curtain of the sky like a blood streak.
Chapter completed!