Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The afterglow of the setting sun pierced through the clouds and sprinkled the golden glow on the top of the sky and the city.

The rising black smoke destroyed this beautiful view of the sunset, and the scattered stones and rubble at the top of the city, as well as the broken weapons and armor, were even more out of place.

Not to mention the mutilated bodies.

The air was filled with a pungent stench, and the vultures and crows circled over, and they couldn't wait to enjoy the feast of flesh and blood.

They eat losers as well as victors, commoners as well as nobles, and in this regard, these scavengers who symbolize death are all the more fair.

Under the ravages of war for nearly two months, Tianji City has lost its former tall and majestic style. The city wall has become a strange color under the blood and flames, and a section near the city gate has collapsed. In the meantime, the corpses were stacked one on top of the other, forming a white bloody hill.

It's too scary to look at.

When "The Rose of Highgarden" Margaery Tyrell came to Tianji City, what she saw was such a terrifying scene.

"You'd better wait in the camp." Garland Tyrell moved his body quietly, blocking his sister's sight, and kindly persuaded him.

Margery took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her rapid heartbeat, but the air she inhaled had a weird smell, which made her almost vomit.

"No, I'm going to have a look in the city." Margaery's face was pale, but she still insisted.

Garland sighed, pointed to the bouquet of roses in his sister's hand, and said:

"Smelling the fragrance of flowers will make you feel better."

Margaery did not refuse this suggestion, she held the bouquet a little higher, placed it under her nose, and continued walking.

Garland led the way ahead, trying to avoid the corpses on the ground, but found that it was almost impossible.

In fact, the dead bodies are not the worst. What is truly terrifying are the wounded who are still breathing. They groaned dying among the ruins, as if they were sounds from hell.

"Is there no one to treat them?" Margaery stopped in front of a wounded soldier wearing a Hewan military uniform.

The wounded soldier's throat was pierced by an arrow, and blood gushed out of his mouth unstoppably. He stretched out his bloody hand angrily, as if he wanted to grab the corner of Margaery's skirt.

"A scholar will come to treat the wounded." Garland pulled his sister back half a step, but said in his heart that this person is hopeless, "Let's go."

Margaery put a rose in the bloody hand.

A smile appeared on the face of the wounded, no longer struggling, no longer resisting death.

Margaery continued walking, her eyes flushed.

By the time she entered Tianji City, the bouquet of roses in her hand had already been delivered.

"What will you present to His Majesty later?" Garland said, "Forget it, if you don't offer it, don't offer it, that king is not worthy."

Margaery asked in a low tone:

"I heard that Tianji City was captured more than 20 days ago, but because of His Majesty's order to withdraw troops..."

"Yes. That king is a joke!" Garland's face was a little grim, and then he looked at his sister with more worry in his eyes, "Margaery, I think my father called you this time because he wanted to marry you To the king. If you don't want to, you can safely refuse! I will definitely support you!"

"Thank you brother." Margaery smiled slightly, but fell silent.

The city was lit with flames, and there were faint and sporadic shouts of killing. It seemed that the Dornishmen hadn't completely given up their resistance.

When the two climbed to the top of the city, they heard the voice of King Joffrey:

"...Where is the Red Viper? Has anyone caught the Red Viper? I will cut off the head of that bastard with no credibility!"

"Your Majesty, the soldiers are still searching in the city, and there should be results soon."

"Make them move fast! Don't let the Red Viper get away! Or I'll cut their heads off!"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Ser Barristan Selmy replied perfunctorily, but did not convey the order.

Joffrey waved his horsewhip triumphantly, as if he was preparing a wise order, when he heard Duke Mace say:

"Your Majesty, my daughter Margaery is here."

Joffrey turned his head when he heard the words, and saw a girl wearing a dark green cloak approaching. She had a delicate face, gentle eyes like a fawn, a rose embroidered with gold thread on her chest, and a tall and enchanting figure. It is fully revealed while walking.

"Your Majesty." Margaret pulled up her skirt and bowed her knees, "Congratulations on conquering the sky and the city."

"Conquest." Joffrey said proudly with his hands on his hips, "I conquered this city!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Margaret smiled sweetly, "Your achievements and great achievements are unparalleled."

Joffrey nodded in satisfaction, and said to Duke Mace:

"Master Mace, you have a sensible daughter."

The old face of the Duke of Metz smiled like a chrysanthemum: "Your Majesty, what do you think, let her be your queen?"

Hearing this, Margaery's body trembled slightly.

But she didn't say anything, just lowered her head, as if she was shy.

"My queen?" Joffrey was stunned for a moment, then looked up and down the girl in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, she is very beautiful and sensible, better than Sansa from the Stark family too much."

"Great, Your Majesty!" Duke Metz said impatiently, "I wonder when you plan to get engaged?"

"Just five days later, it happens to be my name day. I'm going to hold a banquet in Tianji City to celebrate this great conquest!"

"As you wish, Your Majesty, we will..."

The Duke of Metz was flattering, when he heard the sound of arguing from the stairs not far away.

It appeared that Ser Barristan Selmy, Captain of the Kingsguard, had stopped one.

"He's your king!" Barristan stopped Robert Royce at the stairs, warning, but then lowered his voice, "Don't do anything stupid."

"And what about the king?" cried Ser Robert, bloodstained all over, with red eyes, "he is responsible for all those men who died in the sept!"

"Who's there?" Joffrey asked from afar.

Barristan pushed Robert away and scolded:

"Take a shower and change your clothes before coming to the audience, just to calm down."

After speaking, he motioned to the soldiers to take Sir Robert away.

"Your Majesty, it is Sir Robert of House Royce." Barristan turned around and replied.

"What about others?"

"He has fought for many days and is not decent enough, so he doesn't want to be rude in front of you. However, he brought good news that Prince Oberyn has died in the Hall of the Seven."

"The Red Viper is dead?" Joffrey laughed. "Good! Very good! How? Who killed it? I will reward him well!"

"He died in a duel with Samwell Caesar, Baron of Fleckland."

"Caesar?" Joffrey thought for a while, and got some impressions, "I remember him, he is the champion of the King's Landing Tournament, right! Let him come and meet me, and I will personally reward him!"

"Your Majesty, Lord Caesar was injured in the duel with the Red Viper and is still in a coma."

"Well, let's wait until he wakes up." Joffrey waved his hand indifferently.

"Did he get stabbed by the Red Viper's spear?" Margaret asked suddenly.

Ser Barristan nodded gravely.

"The Red Viper's gun must be poisonous!" Margaret exclaimed, "We must send a bachelor who is proficient in poison to heal him!"

"Let Maester Crellan go, I remember he has a lot of silver on his necklace." Joffrey ordered, and then put the matter behind him, and said instead, "Okay, we'd better Let's discuss my name day banquet, does the Fowler family's castle have a large enough hall?"

The Duke of Metz replied with a smile: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, the Fowler family once claimed to be the king of the cliff and the sky, and the castle was built according to the royal family's specifications, which is enough to hold a grand banquet."

"That's good." Joffrey nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Margery, "Miss Margery, what do you want for this banquet? Miss Margery? Miss Margery?"

The king yelled several times in a row before Margaery came back to her senses: "I'm sorry Your Majesty, the tragic situation on the battlefield really frightened me..."

"Well, women should really stay away from war." Joffrey was rare to be considerate. "Go back to the rear camp and rest. Come and meet my mother and tell her that we are about to be engaged."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Margaret bowed her knees and saluted, went down from the gate tower, and went straight to the station of the Hewan army.

My knight, are you all right?

Margaret walked quickly, looking for the double-headed eagle flag in the camp.

But the more anxious I was, the more I couldn't find it.

The camp of the Riverbend Army was too big, tents sprung up all over the mountain like mushrooms after a rain, and the flags of various colors fluttered in the wind, making people dazzled.

The green shield and flower banner of the Meidou family, the long pterosaur banner of the Leviel family, the cornucopia of abundance banner of the Mareweiss family, the silver web spider banner of the Viber family...

She searched for a while but couldn't find the flag of Yingzui Islet. Fortunately, she saw the flowered fox flag of Liangshui City and trotted over.

Led by the Florent family knights, Margaery finally found the camp of the Caesar family army.

"How is Baron Caesar?" Margaret asked anxiously, panting and rushing into the tent.

At this time, three bachelors had gathered in the account, and one of them replied:

"Miss Margaret, Lord Caesar's wound is poisonous. We have cleaned up some rotting flesh, but the poison has still seeped into the internal organs. Only when we know what the poison is, can we prescribe the right medicine. Otherwise..."

"I'm going to interrogate the Dorne captive!" Knight Lucas Dayne strode out immediately.

But no one had any hope for this. How could those Dornish captives know what kind of poison the red viper used.

What's more, even if you know it, you may not be able to cure it.

Some poisons have no cure.

Margaery still had a glimmer of hope and asked, "If you don't know what the poison is, is there no way to cure it?"

"We can try to bleed with leeches to see if we can remove the toxins in the blood..."

"Does this method work?"

"I can only try..." The bachelor obviously had no confidence in this.

"Is there no other way?" Aleken Florent asked in a shy voice.

Although Dickon Tarly escaped back, he was hit by an arrow in the back and couldn't make it through. If the big nephew in front of him died too, Aleken was worried that Earl Randyll would draw his sword and cut himself off after returning.

There was silence in the camp.

"I have a solution." At this moment, a voice with a unique accent from the Yuhai region came from outside the tent, low and sweet, with a convincing magic power.

"Who's out there?" Aleken asked.

The voice of the guard came: "My lord, it is a red-robed witch who claims to be from Asshai."

"Ask her to come in." Aleken was now willing to try anything to save his nephew.

As soon as the words were finished, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a tall and graceful woman walked in.

She is red from head to toe.

He was wearing a red robe that was as bright as a flame, and the wide open sleeves almost reached the ground, revealing a darker blood-red shirt underneath. He wore a red gold collar with a huge ruby ​​embedded in his throat.

Her hair is also red, but it is not normal red, but a polished deep copper color, her eyes are also red, as if there are flames beating inside.

Only the skin of the whole body is white, like fresh milk, white and smooth.

"My lords, my name is Melisandre, and I am inspired by R'hllor, the Lord of Light, who is also known as the red god in Westeros." Melisandre bowed.

Aleken doesn't care about the Red God or the Lord of Light. He only cares about one thing now: "You said you can save people?"

"Yes."

"How to save?"

"Blessings from the Lord of Light." After Mei Lishan finished speaking, Zhuo walked gracefully to the bed and bent down.

Flaming red lips kissed the wound on Samwell's shoulder.