Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Title: Viscount

Territory: Yingzui Island

Vassals: Gavin Mander, Lucas Dane, Cheyman Huya, Todd Flowers, Ralph Buckler, Bruce Buckler

Strength: 4.35 (8.70)

Agility: 3.93 (7.86)

Spirit: 9.38

Samwell lay on the soft bed, focused his attention on the attribute panel, and found that his attribute value was halved—no, only his strength and agility were halved, but his spirit increased by 1.00.

And there is a parenthesis behind the strength and agility values, which are the original values. It seems that Melisandre is right, this weakening can be restored.

It's just that the mental value has not decreased but increased, which makes him a little confused.

However, the increase in mental attributes is far less than the decrease in strength and agility, otherwise it is hard to say whether this is a cost or a gain.

"Lord Caesar, are you thirsty?" Melisandre walked over with a glass of red wine.

She was wearing nothing but the ruby ​​necklace at her throat, her milk-white skin looked extraordinarily alluring under the candlelight, her long fiery red hair fell from her shoulders to the top of her plump breasts, curled into a loose Comfortable big circle.

Samwell took it casually, only to notice the bright red lip marks on the rim of the cup—she drank it.

However, both of them have already had more in-depth exchanges, so there is no need to care about these anymore.

Samwell drank the red wine and asked:

"When will the Shadow Assassin be born?"

"Tomorrow night." Melisandre sat beside Samwell, resting her head on the man's shoulder.

"Okay, then tomorrow, we will end this war together." Samwell stood up and went to pick up the clothes scattered on the ground.

The moment he stood up, he felt the impact of the weakening of attribute values ​​on himself.

Although his strength and agility are still much higher than ordinary people, this gap still makes him feel "weak".

Melisandre didn't hold back either, but stood up and gently helped him dress, like a considerate wife.

This made Samwell a little uncomfortable.

After getting dressed, he hurriedly left the witch's tent as if he was in a hurry.

It was dark at night, and the camp was very quiet, only a few soldiers on duty at night were patrolling. They all bowed down and saluted quickly when they saw Samwell.

Samwell returned the salute absently, and just as he was about to return to his tent, there was a sudden noise from Storm's End not far away.

He stopped, stopped and watched.

The noise became louder and louder, and many Hewan soldiers in the camp were also alarmed and came out to check.

Although Samwell didn't know what happened, he immediately ordered everyone to put on armor and be alert.

He himself found Cleopatra, climbed on the dragon's back, and drove the white dragon to fly over Storm's End.

Then he was surprised to find that the city was in chaos at this time, with flames everywhere, soldiers running around, shouting, roaring, and crying gathered in the darkness.

Something happened to Storm's End!

Samwell was surprised and delighted at the same time, but because he was worried that this was a trap, he observed it a little more. It was not until he saw the iron gate of the castle rising slowly that he was finally convinced that it might not be a trap.

A group of stormtroopers rushed out from under the iron gate holding a white flag, shouting loudly:

"Surrender! We are willing to surrender!"

Samwell immediately drove the white dragon back to the camp, preparing to mobilize the army into the city.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of——

If Storm's End surrendered, wouldn't his "in-depth communication" with Melisandre be for nothing?

Samwell has a feeling of being fooled by fate...

But no matter how he thought about it, Samwell immediately summoned soldiers to seize the city gate, and those who guarded against the storm would cheat.

Of course, this possibility is too low, even if it is a trick, it will not open the city gate to play.

After the armies of the Reach took control of the gates of Storm's End, Samwell summoned Ser Glad Weald, who opened the gates and surrendered.

"You said my brother Dickon assassinated Duke Edric Baratheon?" Samwell felt unreal.

"Yes, Lord Caesar. Your younger brother is extremely brave and wise. He used his identity as a peace envoy to approach the illegitimate son Duke and assassinate him."

Samwell asked quickly: "Where is the Dickon? How is he now?"

"Your brother suffered some injuries, but his life is safe, and he is currently being taken care of by the bachelor."

Samwell breathed a sigh of relief, first commanding the army to enter the city to stabilize the situation, and then let Sir Gerald take him to see his brother.

The two rode through the streets where the fighting was still ongoing, to the Maester's Tower.

Samwell saw Dickon, but his younger brother had already drank the milk of the poppy and fell into a deep sleep.

There were several bandages wrapped around his body.

After getting a general understanding of the situation with the bachelor, Samwell did not disturb his brother's rest, and went out of the room to the corridor.

At this time, the sound of fighting in the city still hasn't stopped, but it has become weaker and weaker. It seems that the river bend army has controlled the situation.

According to Sir Glad, many people in Storm's End have long been dissatisfied with Duke Edric's rule. His performance in the face of the invasion of the Hewan army was really too cowardly.

When Stannis Baratheon came to Storm's End, there had already been a riot in the city, but it was brutally suppressed.

Once Duke Edric died this time, the opposing forces in the city could no longer be suppressed, and Sir Gerald took the opportunity to set off a rebellion and opened the city gate.

Standing in the dark, Samwell is both excited about occupying the dream castle and worried about his brother Dickon.

Not for his injury, but for his mental state.

As early as when Horn Hill saw his resurrected brother for the first time, Samwell noticed his abnormality.

Part of Dickon's memory is missing, but there are also some things that should not belong to him.

At that time, Samwell suspected that it was the hands and feet of R'hllor, the Lord of Light, and questioned Melisandre about it, but unfortunately he did not get a satisfactory answer from the red robe witch.

This time Dickon pretended to be a messenger to assassinate Duke Edrick, which can be said to be an extremely risky and irrational move.

Being able to succeed and survive is really largely a matter of luck.

Of course, Samwell didn't want to deny his brother's courage, but he felt that when Dickon made this decision, did he already have the determination to die?

This is really not something that a reasonable and normal person can do.

Light footsteps came from behind, and when Samwell turned his head, he saw Melisandre walking over at some point.

She was still wearing the silk red robe, her eyes were indifferent but devout, but her belly was slightly bulging.

"Master Caesar, it seems that you don't need my help."

Samwell watched Melisandre gently stroking his abdomen, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

"This thing in your stomach...how to deal with it?"

"You can change the assassination target." Melisandre said lightly, "Of course, this target cannot be too far away from me."

"How far is too far?"

"If you can't get there by riding a dragon for an hour, it's too far."

Samwell nodded: "But there is no one I want to kill around here."

"It can stay in my body for up to ten months, and you still have time to think about it."

Samwell frowned, temporarily turned his gaze away from Melisandre's bulging belly, and said instead:

"What's the matter with my brother Dickon? He wouldn't have done such crazy things before."

Melisandre was silent for a while, and finally spoke:

"He was inspired by the Lord of Light..."

"Bullshit inspiration!" Samwell could no longer control his anger, "This is manipulation! The Lord of Light manipulated my younger brother! Right?"

"It's not manipulative." Melisandre's tone was still calm, with a kind of magic power to comfort people's hearts, "If your younger brother didn't worship you, didn't think of giving everything for you, even a true god couldn't control him. He does things like this."

Samwell was taken aback when he heard this.

"Of course, I cannot deny that the Lord of Light did exert some influence on Dickon Tarly." Melisandre added, "But these influences are never rootless fire, he can only amplify some of the mortal hearts. emotions without being able to create something that doesn't exist.

What's more, it won't do you any harm either. Instead, the Lord of Light will only do what he can to help you grow stronger for the coming catastrophe. And the shadow in my stomach, it seems that the Lord of Light doesn't want us to waste this assassination opportunity in Storm's End, He should have other arrangements. And we just need to accept the arrangement of the true God with peace of mind. "

"I don't need others, even gods, to arrange what I should do." Samwell said coldly, "And if the price of this arrangement is that my younger brother becomes a tool of the Lord of Light, then I will not accept this so-called s help."

"You needn't feel guilty. I believe Sir Deacon is willing to die for your cause. Not only him, but thousands of good men and women are willing to give their lives for you and for the great plan of the true God. It is their glory. "

"If Dickon is really voluntary, of course I have nothing to say. But the Lord of Light has modified his memory!" Samwell said coldly, "If your true god also needs to achieve his goal by interfering with people's free will, then How is He different from the evil gods who created the White Walkers?

Yes, the Lord of Light has resurrected my brother, but what is the difference between him and the walking dead outside the Great Wall?

Such a resurrection might as well let him rest in peace!

You always say that we have to fight against the evil in the north, that the Lord of Light is the savior of mankind.

But if the King of Light used this method, then human beings would rather not have such a salvation!

Tell me, Ms. Melisandre, do you really think such a Lord of Light is righteous? "

Melisandre was stunned, and there seemed to be flames burning violently in her eyes, jumping.

After a while, she spoke again, but her tone was no longer as firm as before:

"The sacrifice of a few people is for the happiness of more people..."

"Voluntary sacrifices are worthy of praise." Samwell retorted, "Sacrifices that can be manipulated can only be called sacrifices! Ms. Melisandre, if the ones sacrificed are your relatives, would you still Is it so pious?"

Melisandre was silent.

"Meryl..." That distant shout echoed in my ears again, causing a rare look of confusion to appear in the eyes of the red-robed witch.

Samwell stepped forward a few steps, came to the red robe witch, and said:

"People are an end, not a means."