King of The Wall

2021-01-06

Chapter 53 Fire Divination
The Dragonstone guard who was instructed held a knife shorter than the palm of oneself, With a somewhat apologetic shrug at Igor, he walked over to him.

Igor, with his torso and limbs bound, had no choice but to shake his body symbolically and struggle, watching the opponent approach, his mind racing, but he had no idea what was going on. Which one is this singing? Could it be that the blood of oneself, the transmigrator, also possesses the mighty power that the Lord of Light R’hllor needs? If so, will oneself be thrown into the fire for sacrifice at any critical moment?

He has far more knowledge than anyone in this world, he has a huge plan to slowly gain a firm foothold and even establish a oneself network and network, and finally rely on capital to intervene in Game of Thrones, and he has the ability to change a lot of the future. An important plot and the fate of this world… He escaped from the Others, away from the Wall, and is just about to start a new life. Does everything have to come to an abrupt end on this barren island at the mouth of the Blackwater Bay?

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Igor stared at the knife in the guard’s hand with wide eyes, and of course a few drops of blood wouldn’t make him scared to the point of peeing his pants or begging for mercy, but then what would oneself do? How it is handled is the key. Like Tyrion, he’s a self-proclaimed smart guy, but he’s helpless in the face of an opponent who doesn’t know what he wants or why he’s suddenly showing hostility.

“The arm, lighten up, many thanks!” Seeing the hands of the guard holding the knife shaking, Igor said, deciding where the wound is. This is the last bit of dignity he can keep in this accident. .

“Okay…”

The swordsman is a young guard, less than 20 years old. He was a child when the last war happened. He joined Stannis’ guard for nearly a year. The first time I used a guy to bleed someone else’s body, I was even more nervous after a warning from Igor, the force was too light and the wound was shallow, and it took several seconds for the blood to slowly seep out.

The guard hastily scraped a few drops of blood with the back of the knife and hurriedly sent it to the priestess.

Melisandre took out the handkerchief, wiped the knife and drained the blood on it, then threw the blood-stained cloth into the brazier, staring intently at the flames.

Igor’s eyes turned to the fire too – he didn’t see anything. Of course, the blood of oneself has an impossible “power”. The flame quickly engulfed the handkerchief. Except for a fire, the color and temperature did not change much.

But Melisandre’s expression became serious, her eyes widened, as if the answer to some ultimate question was hidden in the bright firelight, but the font was too small to be blurred – she took a step forward to support it. She took off the shelf of the brazier, got closer, got closer… Almost buried her face in the flames, Igor was surprised to find that the flames had already licked her hair, but she couldn’t make them curl even a little bit, this priest of Lord of Light really did A little way, she is not afraid of fire!

About one minute later, the woman let go of the brazier shelf, took a step back away from the brazier, stared at Night’s Watch with interest, and reopened her red lips.

She didn’t have time to speak, because the door of the room was pushed open with a loud “peng” and a man walked in.

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“You caught that Night’s Watch?”

Against the light of the flame, Igor couldn’t see the face of the visitor, but intuitively With the questioning tone of the other party, he guessed his identity: “Lord Stannis! I came to deal with the obsidian mining under the orders of Jeor Mormont, you should know that I swear I did nothing bad on your island! If there is any unintentional Sorry for the offense! Could you please let me go, I can have any confrontation with Ms. Melisandre!”

“What do you mean?” The man didn’t respond to Igor’s shouts, and It was Melisandre who asked Melisandre coldly: “Night’s Watch is coming to the island to mine obsidian, Duke Stark wrote to me about this, and I agreed. On my land, who do you think oneself is, you dare to order the arrest. Visitors who entered after my permission?”

“Remember the Great Others I told you about?” Red Woman respectfully nodded towards the man, but still had a full of smiles on her face, “I am in This Night’s Watch has a strong Other vibe on it, and I wonder what that, maybe those ‘gods’ sent him for.”

“I don’t care what you want to know, Melisandre.” Stannis still The tone was unchanged: “You have some ability, so I will keep you on the island, but if you keep talking nonsense and doing ridiculous things, maybe I should drive you away. Now, either put this Night’s Watch away. And ask his forgiveness, or get out of Dragonstone immediately!”

Igor relaxed, his mind went blank for a few seconds after escaping, and then silently shook hands behind his back into fists: I know The plot and mastering a bunch of advanced knowledge and ideas become meaningless at this moment. His fate is only a matter of words in front of these “great characters”. The need to transform oneself’s advantages into real power and energy as soon as possible has suddenly become so urgent.

“As you wish, my lord.” Melisandre narrowed his eyes, his expression changed, and he bowed his head so meekly: “Let him go.”

The guard who still held the knife in his hand was also confused, but since the messenger of the Lord of Light also nodded when the Lord spoke, then oneself doesn’t need to worry about who to listen to. He walked behind Igor and started to untie the night’s Watch.

Stannis coldly snorted, turned and left the room.

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I don’t know if I was scared by the angry lord just a moment ago, or if I had always been so clumsy, the young guard took a few seconds to find a way to untie the rope, Melisandre In the end, she shook her head impatiently: “You go, I’ll come.”

Since the order to capture Igor, the witch has always been standing two meters away from him on guard. There was no threat before approaching Night’s Watch again with confidence, in the heat of his face – running his hand along Igor’s arm over the rope that bound him.

Accompanied by the smooth touch of the woman’s palm, a slight scalding pain came, and the ropes tied up and down the whole body were broken one after another in the light sound of “bang, bang”, and Igor regained his freedom.

He took a step and stood firm, stretched his arm, and touched the place where he felt the burning pain. Except for a slight heat, there was no burn on his skin. Then look at the broken rope that fell to the ground. The broken part is all scorched black, and there are still wisps of smoke. The rope is burnt without scalding oneself? With this hand alone, Igor can’t explain it with any knowledge he already has in his mind… Melisandre is standing within reach, as if oneself can strangle her with a hand, but Igor has to admit that oneself is afraid I can’t help but look at this pretty woman in front of me.

“Sorry, black clothed friend.” Melisandre softened, but the guiltless expression on his face made the apology seem sincere. In her eyes, saying these words to a mortal is already very face-saving, and impossible whispered: “This is the first time I feel such a strong Other breath outside my Lord of Light without any defense, some lose one’s If you head out of fear, you will behave inappropriately and make the guests wronged, please forgive me.”

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Igor didn’t intend to forgive the other party like this, nor did he intend to be embarrassed. to escape. It’s no joke when a good-natured man gets angry, and he hates the feeling of being in the dark about an unpredictable enemy more than futile anger, and he’s going to find out tonight – if Melisandre can’t give A reasonable explanation is that it may be time to add an “irreconcilable” category to the oneself’s blacklist.

When oneself returns to King’s Landing and starts raising the next batch of supplies, recruiting recruits, and even raising money, the first thing to do is to find a way to kill this woman.

He even thought of a solution quickly. Faceless Men Jaqen H’ghar was in the prison at King’s Landing at the moment, and Yoren might have picked him as one of the next recruits to bring back to Wall. As a believer of the Thousand Faced God, that guy is naturally impossible willing to be taken to the Wall obediently and swore to become Night’s Watch… If oneself can release him, it shouldn’t be difficult for him to kill someone for oneself. Igor is a little curious: what kind of sparks will a Many-Faced God believer who claims to be able to kill anyone collide with the unfathomable Red God Priest?
“It’s easy for me to tell Lord Stannis ‘I forgive you’, ma’am.” Igor breathes deeply: “But after eating well, he was suddenly caught and tied to a post and stabbed with a knife, if you don’t know What this blade is for, I’m sure no one can swallow it…I need an explanation, Ms. Melisandre.”

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