Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 336 Nissa Nissa

"Bloodstain: Asylum!"

Samwell blurted out this incantation, and immediately found that the surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

Countless faint echoes echoed in the air. He clearly spoke Valyrian, but he heard other languages ​​in his ears——

A language he had never heard.

Samwell only felt an inexplicable energy covering his whole body, as if wearing a set of invisible armor.

He pulled out the giant sword [Dawn] curiously, wanting to try the protective ability of this invisible armor, but he didn't expect that it could not prevent the blade from touching his skin at all.

Samwell thought that [Dawn] was special, so he took out an ordinary dagger that he carried with him, and stabbed at his palm.

Feeling the sharp blade pricking his skin, Samwell frowned.

It seems that the energy shield induced by this spell has no protective effect against physical damage.

Is it aimed at spiritual harm?

Samwell couldn't get an answer, so he had to give up temporarily.

He looked at the books that had turned into dust on the ground and sighed secretly.

What is recorded in this book is probably the Valyrian witchcraft that has been lost for a long time, but it is a pity that he was thinking about devouring and adding attributes before, destroying some kind of protection measures, and completely destroying the book.

Otherwise, he should be able to find an explanation of this witchcraft in the book, and perhaps learn more Valyrian witchcraft.

Samwell searched the hall again, and after finding nothing else, he went out the gate.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the sky outside seems to be darker than before.

And the surrounding buildings... seem to be different from before.

Samwell remembered that although the original steps were also made of black bricks, they were not as black as they are now.

It's so black that it absorbs all the light, and it makes people feel dizzy and want to vomit.

Samwell frowned, looked away, and strode away.

"Cleopatra?" Samwell yelled several times when he realized that the white dragon hadn't stayed where he was.

Unfortunately, no response was received.

Uneasy in his heart, Samwell strode forward.

The fog seems to be getting heavier and heavier, and being in it, it seems to be a dark night where you can't see your fingers.

Fortunately, there is a dim yellow light every ten steps or so on both sides of the street——

Samwell had never seen a light before.

What's more, this is the ruins of the capital of the ancient Ghis Empire that was destroyed thousands of years ago. How could there be lights?

After walking for a while, Samwell stopped suddenly.

He looked down at his hands and felt that inexplicable protective energy had disappeared.

It seems that the spell is time-limited, about half an hour or so.

Looking up, the road ahead was shrouded in black mist, only the dim lights on both sides supported the faint light, extending to the end of the line of sight.

Samwell walked on.

Slap... Slap...

Although he stepped lightly, on this deserted road, the sound of light footsteps was particularly harsh.

Suddenly, Samwell stopped again.

He seemed to hear a thin hissing sound coming from the front, like a cold wind.

Samwell thought it was his own white dragon, and was about to call out.

But when the words came to his lips, he sensed an inexplicable crisis.

After hesitating for a while, he closed his mouth, quickly found a damaged building, and hid in it.

Hiss——

The sound was getting closer and clearer.

Samwell crouched behind the ruined wall and carefully looked towards the center of the street.

After ten or so breaths, he saw a huge black figure over a hundred feet high, slowly cruising on the street.

Because of the black mist, Samwell couldn't see clearly, but he also knew that this could never be his own white dragon.

Judging from its size, it looks like a snake, an extremely huge snake.

The gravel paved on the street rubbed against its scales, making a strange hissing sound.

Samwell held his breath, for fear of attracting the monster's attention.

The sense of oppression the other party gave him was much stronger than that of the harpies.

Could this be one of the real awakened Ghiscari gods?

Or hallucination?

After all, he had experienced an illusion just now. In Astapor, the green water also made Samwell fall into an illusion.

But the oppressive force in front of him seems to be real, and it really doesn't look like an illusion.

If true, then this ruin is too dangerous.

Sam Well suddenly felt like retreating.

After a while, the monster finally went away.

Samwell got up slowly, and was about to continue looking for Cleopatra, but suddenly heard a man's voice:

"Don't go any further! That's the territory of snake lizards!"

Only then did Samwell notice that there was another person hiding here.

As for the snake lizard in this population, could it be the monster that passed by just now?

But Samwell had the impression that the snake lizard was a reptile similar to a lizard. There was also a snake lizard island near the mainland of Sossos, which was full of such ugly and ferocious animals.

But it is impossible for snake lizards to have such a huge size.

"What are you doing there? Hurry up!" Seeing Samwell not moving, the man turned around and waved again.

Only then did Samwell notice that the other party was speaking a language he had never heard before.

But he could understand it, and even said:

"where are we going?"

There was something weird about this place, and he was going to see if he could get something out of that population.

"Of course it's back to the shelter." The man gave Samwell a strange look, as if he thought his question was stupid, "It's getting dark, if you don't go, you'll just wait to become a monster's feces."

it's getting dark? Samwell looked up at the dark sky in surprise, not knowing how this person made the judgment.

At least in his opinion, what is in front of him obviously cannot be called "daytime".

Or is it darker at night here?

After hesitating for a while, Samwell still followed, but cautiously kept a safe distance.

The man didn't say any more, and led Samwell quickly through the ruins, and it didn't take long before he came to a high wall.

It is still the kind of city wall made of black bricks and stones, so black that it seems to be able to absorb all the light.

Samwell saw the man knock on the base of the black wall with ease.

A muffled voice sounded from inside the wall, and the man responded.

Then I saw a door cracked at the base of the wall.

"Come in, Azor! What's the matter with you today?" Seeing that Samwell was still outside in a daze, the man urged him.

Azor?

When Samwell heard the other party call his name, his face changed slightly.

With a few thoughts in mind, Samwell stepped forward to the city gate.

There were four or five guards standing inside the door. They all seemed to know Samwell, and they were not surprised by his arrival at all.

Samwell resisted the doubts in his heart and walked into the city.

This place is also shrouded in thick fog, and in the darkness, you can only see a few steps away.

Fortunately, there are dim lights every few steps along the road, illuminating the street.

Pedestrians on the road hurried and looked depressed.

Perhaps living in such a dark place, anyone can become like this.

"Okay, I'm home." The man said goodbye to Samwell briefly, then waved away.

Leaving Samwell alone dumbfounded——

He didn't know where he should go.

"Azor!" At this moment, a crisp voice sounded from the front.

Samwell followed the reputation, and then narrowed his eyes.

Because, he suddenly saw the Valyrian woman with silver hair and purple eyes in the previous vision.

No, not the same person.

Just look alike.

She trotted a few steps to Samwell, looked at the silent man, and said in surprise:

"What? You don't even know your own wife?"

Samwell moved in his heart, smiled and said:

"How could I forget you. My wife, my love."

He took a step forward, reached out to lift the woman's hair, and caressed her neck.

It seemed to be full of tenderness, but in fact, Samwell was ready to pinch her neck at any time.

"Then who am I?" the woman asked with a smile.

"You are—" Samwell laughed, "Nissa Nissa."