Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Jon Snow once again dreamed of the crypts beneath Winterfell.

Half asleep and half awake, he walked in the narrow and dark tunnel, and the statues of the former Kings of Winter looked at him with cold eyes.

Finally, he stopped in front of a grave, because the statue in front of him was clearly himself.

Although Jon has longed to be a real Stark since he was a child, and being buried in the underground catacombs after death is naturally part of this dream, but when this wish came true, he was still scared and sat up.

"Hoo-hoo--"

Jon stroked the blanket covering his body, his heart beating wildly.

The room was pitch black, and the moonlight outside the window was cold.

For some reason, Jon always felt an inexplicable panic, as if something terrible was about to happen.

After lying down again, he tossed and turned, unable to fall back asleep, so he simply put on his cloak and walked out of the room.

The sound of opening the door awakened the direwolf Bai Ling who was sleeping behind the door. He opened his blood-red eyes and looked at his master suspiciously.

The cold wind howled outside, and the world was pitch black.

The smell of pine wafts in the wind, accompanied by a biting chill.

Jon stood on the balcony, looking south as far as he could, as if he could really see Winterfell thousands of miles away.

The castle that makes him feel warm when he thinks about it.

"Aww!"

"Bai Ling, don't bark!" Jon turned around and scolded.

The direwolf shrank its head and paced back and forth at his feet restlessly.

Jon frowned slightly, looked south again, and then saw a dark shadow leading the horse into the castle.

By moonlight he recognized the man as Robb Stark.

Jon seemed to have guessed where the other party had gone just now, and a narrow smile appeared on his face.

He came down the stairs to the stables just in time to see Robb tied up his steed.

"Hey! Robb, have you been to Mole's Village again?"

Robb looked back at Jon upon hearing this, but did not answer.

"Ahem, don't worry, I won't tell father." Jon was stunned by the other party's cold eyes, and quickly explained.

Robb still didn't speak, and walked forward dully.

"Are you angry?" Jon followed, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not accusing you of anything. In fact, I made a similar mistake, and you should know it. Anyway, I advise you to take that girl Send it south.

Mole Village is really not a suitable place for her to stay... Besides, I always feel that something big will happen to the Great Wall, and the north will soon become very unsafe...

Hey Robb, are you listening? "

Jon noticed Robb's abnormality, but he didn't think much about it. He thought that the other party had encountered something bad in Mole Village, so he didn't say much.

Up the stairs, Jon found Robb walking towards his room.

He thought Robb had something to talk to himself alone, so he followed.

Unexpectedly, when the two came to the door, the direwolf Ghost suddenly jumped out, bared his teeth at Robb, and kept roaring.

"Ghost! Don't do this!" Jon stepped forward to drive the direwolf away, and then apologized to Robb, "Sorry, it's not normal today."

Robb went straight into the house without saying a word.

"Why are all of them not normal today?" Jon muttered after falling behind, and walked in.

"Robb, what's the matter with you? Weird? Hey, why are you looking through my things?"

Jon saw Robb pull a black package from under his bed.

After opening it, I saw that there were more than a dozen small knives inside, as well as a batch of leaf-shaped spear points, and countless arrowheads. These weapons were all black.

The dim candlelight danced on it, flashing a few thin orange ripples.

"These are all dragonglass weapons," Jon explained. "The last time I went north with Lord Commander Mormont to inspect the Great Wall, I found them at the Fist of the First Men. Well, more precisely, it was Bai Ling who found them." .The black package looks at the material, it should be a relic of a night watchman brother."

In addition to the dragonglass weapon, there is also a horn in the package.

It looks old, and I don't know what kind of material it is made of, and the edges are inlaid with bronze.

Seeing Robb pick up the horn, Jon said:

"That horn should be broken, it can't blow..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Robb put the horn to his mouth, puffed up his mouth, and blew hard——

"woo woo woo woo--"

The shrill sound of the horn pierced the night sky like a sharp knife.

Loud and deadly, the urgent shriek echoed through the wind and snow with an eerie trill.

Jon covered his ears and yelled for Robb to stop blowing, but his voice was lost in the sound of the horn.

He saw that his brother's cheeks were covered with dense blue lines, and his whole body was twitching violently. A faint blue light escaped from his body, as if at this moment, Robb was consuming his own life to blow this weird sound. horn.

woo woo woo woo--

The horrific sound of the horn continued, as if filled with the pain and anger of thousands of years, unleashed in this one moment, threatening to freeze everyone's ears.

Invisible energy escaped from the horn, reverberating in the room, reverberating on the Great Wall, reverberating in the entire world of ice and snow.

Just when Jon thought the horn would go on forever, it stopped abruptly.

Robb staggered and fell slumped—

boom!

It turned out to be like an ice sculpture, falling into countless pieces.

Looking at this scene, Jon was dumbfounded.

But at this moment, an even more terrifying scene appeared.

The ground began to shake, the houses were crumbling, and the entire Castle Black seemed to be held in the hands of giants, playing with it wantonly.

All the night watchmen were awakened by the movement.

When they ran out of the room in a hurry, they saw a scene that everyone will never forget.

The impenetrable Great Wall soaring into the sky unexpectedly emitted countless faint blue smoke under the moonlight.

Before they could react, the majestic ice wall like a moat collapsed.

Time seemed to stop.

At this moment, everyone who witnessed this scene forgot to breathe.

The whole world seemed to collapse along with it.

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"The Great Wall of Desperation really fell..."

said Jaime Lannister in a sleepy tone.

When he climbed out of the cellar, he saw the blue aurora shining in the northern sky, which was beautiful but full of terrifying murderous intent.

And under the aurora, the Great Wall of Desperation, this blue and white cliff that cuts across the sky and the earth, has already collapsed.

"Hahahaha! It's good to be down! It's good to be down!" Cersei laughed wildly, her green eyes full of madness, "This damn world, this stinking world, should have been covered by ice and snow a long time ago. Death abounds! Everyone dies! Everyone dies! Hahahaha..."

James stared blankly at his sister's crazy appearance, and the image of the mad king Aerys couldn't help appearing in his mind.

At the end of the Reaver's War, when the Targaryen family's power was gone, the Mad King wanted to burn the entire King's Landing with [Wildfire], and let the whole city be buried with him and the Targaryen dynasty.

It was at that moment that James plunged his sword into the mad king's chest and killed the king he swore to protect with his own hands.

The right hand holding the sword has long been cut off, but James still seems to be able to feel its existence, a heart-wrenching existence.

"Hey, what are you in a daze for!"

His sister's cry brought James back to reality, but his expression was dull and his eyes were fixed.

"This scares you into a fool?" Cersei said disdainfully, "What are you afraid of? Even if the White Walkers come in, it will be Caesar's trouble. But for us, it is a great opportunity! Come with me! "

"Where are you going?" James asked subconsciously.

"Of course it's the south. Do you want to stay here and wait for the White Walkers to come?" Cersei said.

Seeing that her younger brother was still in a daze, she suppressed her inner dissatisfaction and explained again:

"Now that the Great Wall is down, Caesar doesn't care about us anymore, and going to the south will be fine. Moreover, taking advantage of this great opportunity, we can also contact those lords in the south who are dissatisfied with Caesar, and maybe we can set off a rebellion, haha, That's right!"

The more Cersei thought about it, the more excited she became:

"Don't look at Caesar who is in power now, but in fact, not all the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms are willing to submit to him.

Roose Bolton of Dreadfort was the first northern nobleman to surrender to him, but Caesar still handed over the title of duke to the Stark family, as well as Old Frey from the riverlands. To succumb to Tully? Mrs. Anya Waywood of the Valley, she has been planning for so long, but the Royce family picked the peaches. Would she be willing?

Of course, don't forget the nobles of the Western Region!

What qualifications does that dwarf Tyrion have to be the Lord of the West? That trash, that traitor, that bastard!

We can go to Marbrand, to Tarbeck, Farman, Lefford... They are my father's most loyal supporters!

Before Caesar was too strong, they dared not resist, but now it is different.

The Great Wall has fallen! The White Walkers are coming!

Caesar can no longer care about the rear, we can seize the opportunity and set off riots!

James, let us regain the glory of Lannister together! "

But this passionate speech didn't seem to move James at all.

Instead, he looked at his sister more and more indifferently.

"I used to think that we were very similar. It was as if one soul shared two bodies." James said, "Do you remember when we were young in Casterly Rock City, we used to play the game of changing clothes?"

"Of course I remember." Cersei said patiently, "We are golden twins, and we could hardly tell the difference when we were young. Even my father can't tell if I wear your clothes."

"Yeah." James said, "So I fell in love with you crazily, thinking that you are my other half, and we are only complete when we are together."

"I love you too." Cersei took a few steps forward, reaching out to caress his rough and cold face, "So, come with me, go to the south, and we will overthrow the Caesar Dynasty together, and sit on the Iron Throne together."

James shook his head slowly:

"No. Now I get it. We're totally different."

"What do you mean?" The younger brother's eyes made Cersei suddenly flustered, as if something important in her life was about to leave her.

"Is the throne and power really so important to you?" James asked, "Even if you destroy the whole world, you want to get it?"

These words stung Cersei, and her face changed:

"You, a regicide, are qualified to stand on the moral high ground and judge me?"

"What I killed was not a king, but a lunatic who wanted to burn the whole world with flames."

"Then do you still want to kill me now?" Cersei looked at her younger brother provocatively, "Come on, knight of justice. Come and kill me!"

James stood still, the phantom throbbing again.

"Brave thing!" Cersei cursed. "I shouldn't have pinned my hopes on you at all. How many times have you let me down, you wretch. How blind the gods are to give you a man's body, if I am the eldest son of Lannister, how could it be Caesar's turn to be arrogant!

Well, since you don't want to go with me, I'll go by myself. Even without you, there are plenty of men who are willing to wield a long sword for me. "

"Like that savage just now?" James asked.

"That's right!"

"So you climbed into his bed voluntarily?"

"Hehe, do I have a choice?" Cersei's face contorted, "Don't you know where this damn mole village is? If I don't climb into Tormund's bed, there will be more men Climb into my bed! At least Tormund is strong enough to give me shelter and a horn of vengeance!"

James' eyes became colder and colder:

"You really are completely different from what I imagined."

The words stung Cersei again, and she raised her voice, and said sharply:

"Yeah, I'm not the immaculate dame you imagine. I've slept with Robert, Lancel, Osmond, and even Crescent Boy!

The gods didn't give me a strong body, but at least they gave me a weapon to control men, right between my legs.

If necessary, I will continue to use it to control Roose Bolton, Walder Frey, Harold Hatton... If you have to sleep all the lords of the Seven Kingdoms to get on the Iron Throne, Then I will do it without hesitation! "

With that, Cersei turned and left.

But after a few steps, footsteps sounded behind him.

She thought her brother had finally changed his mind, so she turned around, and just about to speak, she saw a pair of big hands grabbing her neck.

It was so powerful that she could even hear her larynx crackling.

"Zhan... Mu..." She used all her strength to squeeze out a thin call from her throat, but the murderous intent in the man's eyes was colder than the snowstorm in the north.

She kept patting her brother's body with her hands, but she couldn't shake the man at all.

James' hand was as hard and cold as steel, and it tightened more and more.

The man lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look into his sister's eyes, but his palms didn't relax at all.

He could clearly feel Cersei's fragile throat deforming in his hands...

The cold wind from outside the Great Wall of Desperation swept in, hitting his face, icy cold to the bone, but stinging like a burning flame.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to King's Landing, to the last moment of the Reaver's War, to the moment when the mad king clamored to bury the whole city with flames.

At that moment, he stabbed out the long sword in his hand.

became a regicide.

Now, he strangled another lunatic's neck.

Become a kinslayer.

"No..." Tears streamed from the corners of Cersei's eyes, and before they landed, they froze on her pale face.

At this moment, she suddenly recalled the prophecy that Toad Wuji gave herself back then——

"One day in the future, when you are drowned in tears, Valonqar will strangle your pale neck and take your life."

Valonqar means brother in Valyrian.

Cersei thought that this brother meant Tyrion, so all this time, she was trying to deal with him in every possible way.

But it wasn't until then that she realized that she was wrong.

She had two brothers, but it was not Tyrion who took her life, but her favorite brother.

When she was dying, Cersei seemed to see the ugly face of that witch girl back then, those yellow eyes shining with vicious light, smiling mockingly at herself.