Chapter 312
2021-01-06
Chapter 312 True Dragon bloodline This is probably "the old won't go, the new won't come" ?
Castle Black Maester's serene look suggests that there should be no pain in his death, and Igor can only comfort himself in the heart. His new Lord Commander had just been elected, he didn't even give his inaugural speech, and he didn't make any preparations for Maester Aemon's death, plus all kinds of ghosts and snakes were present...
After much thought, he finally didn't make any preparations. Speaking at the funeral, it was instead the "direct disciple" of the Chief Ranger and Sam the Maester Aemon.
After the two men reviewed the life of old Maester in a heavy tone and announced that "his watch is over", the firewood under the corpse was lit by the torch, and the orange-yellow flame was fueled by the oil. With a swoosh, it sprang from the ignition point, exploded, and quickly spread to the entire pyre.
This is Castle Black, Night's Watches should have a full set of rituals to bury the dead, but since the surrender of wildling confirmed that the buried dead can still turn into ghouls and burrow out of the ground, Night's Watches began to gradually Acknowledging and accepting the usual practice of beyond the wall: replacing other ways of dealing with the deceased with cremation.
Coincidentally, this is how Aemon's will calls for the disposal of oneself's remains.
The fire light gradually illuminated the faces of the onlookers, and it was reflected in their eyes. Several passers-by have their own thoughts, all of them are silent, only quietly staring at Maester Aemon, who is gradually engulfed by flames.
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Bowen Marsh, Osail Yawick and other local Castle Black forces gathered together, thinking long and hard how to break the deadlock, and the original opposition, but ultimately Igor, who forcibly fought his way to win the election, eased the relationship and showed his loyalty by the way.
Yohn ·Royce, who risked mortal danger to sue Igor a week ago, still doesn't understand why oneself's actions actually contributed to the enemy's victory.
At the moment when everyone was in silence, he was so angry that he almost trembled.
"Yohn, that Denys guy has written and told me clearly that Igor won't do anything to us. You're going to get out of the way, keep a low profile, and I'll protect you."
"Do you take Denys's words seriously? Without his betrayal, how could a villain like Igor get the chance?"
"Stop talking, Yohn!" Cotter lowered his voice shouted: " Denys is not one of our people, where is the betrayal? As for Igor, I hate him as much as you, but no matter what, he wins now if he wins, Igor is now the Night's Watch Legion Lord Commander, who controls all Night's Watch The power of life and death. You either rebel and overthrow him, or you obey unconditionally, Wall is nowhere better than the South, there is no third way to go! Everything that happened before can be said to be for the election, from now on, don't give any more He's messing with you!"
Yohn understood that Cotter was doing it for the sake of oneself, so he stopped talking, just stared at the fire angrily, clenching his fists secretly.
"Don't worry, after the funeral, Igor will surely burn the fires he took office. If he publicly announces that I am dismissing me as Commander of Eastwatch, or insists on transferring you out for convenience. The black hand, I chopped him up on the spot." Cotter also looked steadily forward at the fire, and squeezed a sentence out of his teeth: "Kingslayer is amazing, and you have to accept it. But I don't believe it, Igor has been thinking about it all day. The guy with crafty plots and machinations can also stop my battle axe."
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Also staring at the fire, there are a lot of expected reforms Send supporters, ordinary set up Sect soldiers who are confused about the way forward, and witches from Asshai in red robes.
Priests of the Red God excel at finding truth in fire, but today, Melisandre isn't about prophecy. She was waiting, waiting for the Wonders to happen.
Igor revealed speculation that "King's Blood" was the blood of "Targaryen" in a conversation with her a few months ago. The logic of the whole set of statements is self-consistent and has no obvious loopholes, and she successfully persuaded her to stop thinking about King-Beyond-the-Wall Mance Rayder and his child.
And now, there is a better chance of verifying his claim.
Maester Aemon, whose full name is Aemon Targaryen, is the third son of King Maeka I. In order to avoid "yellow robe addition" and become a tool used by those who are interested to provoke Iron Throne competition Until Wall joined Night's Watch... It's been too long, and I have deliberately concealed my oneself surname, so that the Seven Kingdoms, including most of the black clothed brothers, have forgotten his identity.
As a Red God priest, Melisandre has a strong relationship with the king. When she sets out to find the surviving members of the Dragon Family bloodline, she soon discovers that oneself has one by her side - and not yet an illegal child or some other messy identity, but "both Targaryen blood and Targaryen surname", an authentic Targaryen.
In the months since this was discovered, an open strife and veiled struggle between the various sects within Night's Watch has raged, while Red Woman has struggled to gain access to Maester Aemon's body tissue or blood.
It's a pity: the old man has been bald for many years and has no hair to fall off; as for blood or flesh - he will most likely be hacked to death by an angry Castle Black Night's Watch, so this matter can only be one. Drag and drag.
Melisandre was going to wait for the old man to cut his nails...but now he doesn't.
In the flames, there is nothing to hide. If the body of the members of House Targaryen, commonly known as the True Dragon bloodline, really has power, then - when the flame engulfs Aemon's body, it is this power Moment of release!
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The fire spread quickly, licking the corner of Aemon's shirt, and the Night's Watch, which had been blessed by it, began to weep secretly and even cry, while Melisandre narrowed his eyes, paying attention like never before Concentrate.
Seconds later, her eyelids twitched.
Here we come!
The moment the flames licked Maester Aemon's body, a faint but clearly detectable wave of magic power spread out from the cremation mound. Maester Aemon is not a Sorcerer after all, and he has not been trained to manipulate extraordinary power. This magic power is not powerful or pure, but it unexpectedly gives Melisandre a sense of familiarity. She seemed to be back in her youth all of a sudden. Decades ago, when the leader of oneself, the deep and unmeasurable high-level Red God Priest appeared in front of the world like Heavenly God, selected her from the slaves and selected her as an apprentice, and for the first time in front of her That's what she experienced when she displayed the abilities bestowed by the Lord of Light on her face.
Igor guessed right, Targaryen's blood really has power!
But this is just the beginning, the burning reaction that is going on in the field is not going to stop just because Melisandre has the answer. stop. What just caused the magic power to fluctuate was the burnt hairs on Maester Aemon's face, and you must know that - who is in the fire at the moment, but this Targaryen's entire body, even the belt bone, flesh and blood, there is not a single hair. !
After a few heartbeats, the flames spread around the pyre, igniting the clothing that Maester Aemon was still wearing. When the fur and fabric quickly burned out and turned into fly ash, the old man's torso began to be directly roasted. Half a minute later, the deceased Castle Black Maester was completely engulfed by the flames and turned into a human-shaped firewood.
Accompanied by the smell of burning flesh and fat, the previously faint magic power fluctuations suddenly intensified like an explosion, and in the blink of an eye, it increased to an incredible degree.
Like a survivor in the desert who only wanted a few drops of water to survive, but dug a powerful underground spring, the water gushed out, and instantly formed a lake! In the blink of an eye, the entire Castle Black field, as if between Heaven and Earth were submerged by this aura, surprise quickly turned into fright, Melisandre was shocked and at a loss for the first time since she completed her studies, and in a trance, she even felt that she The god of faith - Lord of Light R'hllor came to Castle Black, suspended in midair and quietly looked down at a group of mortals in black clothed, spreading his power and grace!
Looking up, the gray in the sky is of course empty, except for snowflakes that have been driven away by the heat wave or are rapidly melting. After being stunned for a moment, the witch suddenly realized that what oneself should do now is not to be shocked, but to use this power as soon as possible, don't let them diffuse and dilute, just waste it!
Casting spells secretly, the witch began to draw the surging but unmanageable magic power in the air. The flames burned more and more vigorously, and the heat quickly pushed the surrounding Night's Watch soldiers back a step. Along with the intensification of the fire, there was a huge amount of magic power gushing out like a spring, and the amount quickly increased. It's big enough to make any Sorcerer's heart hurt... Such a huge amount of magic power, because the owner has died and cannot be controlled, can only escape aimlessly in all directions, and 99% of it is dissipated in the icy Wall. In the air, only a small part can be absorbed and used by oneself.
Would it be nice to get a little closer to the fire and even walk into it and touch Maester Aemon's body!
Rationality helped the witch suppress her crazy thoughts, and it soon became clear that it didn't really matter what she did.
Melisandre didn't consume mana these days, and when the magic power in his body was almost full, he suddenly faced this inexhaustible energy - just like a survivor in the desert, regardless of the previous moment How thirsty, how eager to drink the water in this world, but really soaked in the sudden lake, still have to consider not to drown.
Melisandre is lucky, at least magic power lakes don't drown, and she knows how to "swim" in them. First, he repaired the hidden injury caused by the backlash caused by the forcibly interrupted casting of oneself by Others' ice spear at any cost, and then stored magic power in oneself's body, including nails and even hair, and finally it was useless. , she began to stuff the foreign object - the large piece of red spar inlaid on the chain around her neck.
My god, this chain is not prepared for this purpose. Its original function is to continuously absorb free energy in this thin magic power world and store it, to provide extra or life-saving backup mana when the owner is traumatized, poisoned, or casts powerful magic magic power. Magic spar is not a disposable product, but it can rarely be filled with mana from the outside world - the magic power of Mage's oneself is often not enough, how can it be fed back to the foreign object?
In the past, the ruby, which was greedily taken away by the master for every little magic power accumulated in the past, is constantly being poured into it today, until it becomes red and hot, to the extent that it will burst if it receives a little more magic power.
After doing all this, the "survivor" not only has oneself full, but even the bottles and cans that he carries with him are full. But the cremation mound that was burning a hundred-year-old Targaryen still spewed out magic power like he didn't want money.
(Stop! Let me collect and preserve this Targaryen's body and blood, until the critical moment... It is an inexhaustible supply of magic or spell casting materials, in this Ice and Fire's There's going to be a miracle in war!)
Melisandre screamed inwardly, but she knew very well that if she did something like destroying a funeral in public and turning Aemon's corpse into a spellcasting material, Wall would definitely have no place for her. place. The omnipotent Red Woman in the eyes of ordinary people can only watch the fire gradually burn to its fullest state at this moment, helplessly watching the huge amount of magic power that she has been casting for years, spewing out, drifting back to between Heaven and Earth.
What saddens her the most is that there is no second person at the scene who can feel this power, witness this Wonders with her, and share the heartache.
Is that so?
She looked around the scene without Ghadi, and finally settled on the new Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and Child of Prophecy. These magic powers are going to be wasted anyway, it's better to use them to change tricks and do something meaningful.
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(end of this chapter)