Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

woo woo woo——

Horrible trumpets echoed over Meereen, loud and deadly, full of pain and fury, full of death and destruction.

This is the voice of hell, this is the curse of the gods.

Everyone who heard this voice couldn't help covering their ears and screaming in pain.

But their voices were drowned out by the trumpets.

woo woo woo woo——

The sound of the trumpet continues, as if it will never stop, until the end of the world.

Samwell spoke, but his voice was blocked in his throat.

He only felt that the flesh and blood all over his body were about to be ignited by the strange sound of the horn.

The usually docile white dragon Cleopatra suddenly became extremely manic. It rolled, twisted, and roared in the air, trying to throw it at the dragon knight on its back.

He turned to look at the black dragon Drogon, and saw that it was in the same situation.

The sound of the horn seemed to control the mind of the dragon.

boom!

The white dragon rolled and shattered the spire of a pyramid, and the finely broken bricks and stones splashed and fluttered, causing Samwell to close his eyes and squeeze his mouth shut due to the smoke and dust.

The dizziness brought about by the violent tumbling made him top-heavy, and his stomach was overwhelmed.

The white dragon swooped down and crashed into the ground.

Cobweb-like cracks spread around.

The Meereenese in the square fled like mad.

Samwell slapped the white dragon's neck hard, trying to arouse its attention.

But Cleopatra was still furious, she opened her mouth and roared, and orange and scorched flames spewed out.

"Cleopatra!" Samwell roared, but the voice couldn't come out at all.

At this moment, the world has been filled with that weird horn sound, and there is no room for a second sound.

The flames spread across the square, and countless people were swept up in it, screaming silently.

Samwell stepped up his strength and hit the dragon's back with a heavy punch.

A piece of the sturdy scale armor was instantly dented.

The white dragon groaned silently in pain, then suddenly turned around its long neck, and its blood-red eyes just met Samwell.

Wisps of green smoke curled up from the dragon's nose, and a blazing flame could be faintly seen brewing in the huge opened mouth.

Samwell looked at Bailong happily and fearlessly.

In the next second, his eyes rolled up suddenly, and the black pupils disappeared, replaced by pure white.

Change shape!

Samwell transformed into a falcon, and transformed into a Stark direwolf, but never tried to invade the consciousness of a dragon.

Probably none of the skinchangers in all of Westeros ever tried to control a dragon.

Dragons are not ordinary things.

But now, Samwell did just that.

boom--

Time seemed to stand still.

Samwell's consciousness suddenly went blank, and all his feelings disappeared.

But in the next second, the world suddenly came alive again.

He smelled the smell of burnt meat, felt the fear of the people, and heard the weird sound of the horn that seemed to never stop. A strange impulse surged in his heart, making him want to break free from the shackles desperately, Fly to the source of the horn sound.

shackles? fly away?

Samwell suddenly realized that he had really invaded the consciousness of the white dragon.

Now, he is Cleopatra.

But the problem is still not solved.

He could even feel that the bond between the dragon and the main body was constantly loosening.

This weird horn is cutting the connection between him and the white dragon.

Bailong was struggling and resisting, but it seemed futile.

Even if Samwell controlled its mind, it still couldn't stop this process.

He knew that when the mysterious connection between himself and the white dragon was completely broken, Cleopatra would throw him off and fly towards the horn without hesitation.

He must stop this!

But what to do?

Samwell forced himself to calm down, and his mind went to the depths of the white dragon's consciousness, down, down, down... crossing the boundary between black and white, sinking into a glowing river.

Between light and shadow, wolves are roaring, three-eyed crows are flapping their wings, and the raging sea of ​​fire freezes into ice.

A great throne was entwined with dead branches and dead leaves, and Samwell sank into the black earth.

Down, down, down...

The black abyss opened its huge mouth, and the nameless terror was about to move.

A slender light suddenly appeared in the darkness, and then quickly went out.

Samwell saw a rune in that eureka moment.

A déjà vu, specious rune.

Deep darkness enveloped him completely.

Samwell opened his eyes again, and found that he had returned to his original body.

But he understood that there might be some secret hidden in Bailong's consciousness.

He may not have the strength to pry into this secret.

However, this change of shape did not mean nothing for him.

Looking at the white dragon that was close at hand, it seemed that it was about to roar wildly again, Samwell raised his right hand slowly and quickly.

A pinch of flame ignited at the fingertips and spread rapidly.

The blood-red pupils of the white dragon reflected the trajectories of the flames across the air, and finally formed a mysterious pattern——

Like a dragon, like a poisonous snake, like a tower, like a long river.

The blood in Samwell's whole body was stirring, burning, and surging.

Vaguely, he heard countless voices echoing in his ears, which temporarily covered up the strange sound of the horn like a horn of tarsus.

Those murmured babblings carried a strong temptation and were filled with extreme danger.

Samwell opened his mouth and spit out four words one by one:

"Bloodmark: Asylum."

A huge force continuously emerged from the heart, diffused outwards, and soon enveloped Samwell and the white dragon under him.

The strange sound of the horn was still echoing, but it was blocked out, as if it came from another distant world.

Cleopatra's blood-red pupils contracted suddenly, and then expanded again, and the flame deep in her throat was also extinguished.

Samwell stretched out his hand to touch the white dragon's head, Cleopatra no longer resisted, and came over docilely, snorting by the way.

Dragonhorn's effect removed.

Samwell breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look in Daenerys' direction.

Drogon rolled and howled among the ruins of a collapsing building, and Daenerys had long since been left behind.

The black dragon put its wings on the ground and crawled westward. Just as it stretched its wings to take off, the white dragon descended from the sky, pinned Drogon's neck with one paw, and trampled it under its feet.

The black dragon writhed and struggled in the ruins, smoke and dust rose everywhere, gravel flew around, thick smoke and flames spewed out from its mouth, and flowed in all directions.

But the white dragon's body was several times its size, and Drogon couldn't break free at all.

Samwell looked up to the west, and saw a golden figure flying out of the Great Pyramid and heading towards the sea.

Viserion?

It broke free?

Samwell didn't have time to think about it, and suddenly there was a cold hostility behind him, hitting his heart like a javelin.

He turned around suddenly, and saw a harpies sitting upright on top of the ruins.

She only had half of her head left, and her only blood-red agate-like eye was shining with murderous intent and lightning.