Chapter 489
2021-01-06
Chapter 489 The ChosenThe reason why R'hllor uses "entering the dream" to communicate with There are many reasons for Igor's communication, but the core one is: this is much simpler and more environmentally friendly than the possessive dialogue and the arrival of the real body. It can save precious magic power to the limit, for the next long sleep and the fight against the power of devil Build up strength.
In principle, "energy saving" usually corresponds to "low movement", and in fact it is true - Igor slept this night, no matter he and the dream visitor were fighting in the subconsciously constructed world or Dialogue, moving mountain, collapsing sea or revealing the shocking truth, did not have any impact on the world outside of consciousness. Only in the end Goddess "throws a piece of his own scale" in the real world operation, which inevitably caused trouble. There was some movement, causing some energy consumption and breath leakage.
For the god-like existence, this awakening Igor was just a flick of a finger, but for the other levels living in Queenscrown, Land Grant, Westeros, and even the entire Ice and Fire world, it was much lower. For transcendent life, especially for believers, this is a shocking Divine Vestige.
The half-dragon scale descended from the sky with the half-strength of its owner, fell into the core building of Queenscrown's inner fort, and smashed through the roof and penetrated the quilt into Igor's body at the moment - so as not to hurt The recipient performed a "magic brake", reducing his speed from the meteorite to zero in an instant. This simple, but in fact, inconceivably inconceivable dazzling and demonstration, speaking of which, not only released a considerable amount of heat at the moment when it just used up the energy it had driven, it almost caused a fire, but it also caused a big burst of breath. Although it is only for a short time, it is not worth mentioning in terms of energy intensity, but the heaven flooding Divine Might released is very authentic, enough to make the nearby sorcerers scare shit or get excited to pee - as a faithful believer, The two Red God high priests are naturally the latter.
Melisandre and Moqorro dropped everything in their hands the moment they sensed that aura and ran to the point of the incident, wanting to make sure that the True Lord they believed in brought down the Divine Vestige that they had never seen before. What do you want to do? With the sense of the residual R'hllor breath, I hurried to the downstairs. I just stepped on the stairs and ran into the client Igor. I was about to ask what happened, but when I looked up, I realized that With the change that happened to him, the two groups of people just stood there, staring blankly at each other, and no one spoke for a while.
Looking at the haunted expressions on the faces of the two high priests, Igor knew that they were probably aware of the difference. I was thinking about how to announce the news, so like the fox which exploits the tiger's might, pretend to make them obey and obey oneself, and suddenly laugh at myself: why pretend? Oneself this god spokesperson is authentic and not fake, so why bother! Dressed up as God, playing the Devil and using words, the two god sticks in front of them and their colleagues are experts, wanting to display one's slight skill before an expert in front of them - self-defeating, lowering the style, let them To doubt the veracity of oneself being chosen as the spokesperson is really bad.
He doesn't need to pretend to be skilled at all, he just does oneself normally.
Igor gave up the wording, stood on the stairs, bowed his head slightly and smiled at the two red robe priests who were looking up at him from a low position as they were about to go upstairs, and spoke first: "Ms. R'hllor. Divine decree has been descended, and I have been chosen as her spokesperson on earth, for her next grand goal...to co-ordinate the power of the mortal faithful."
The two red robe priests are visible with naked eyes His movements sighed in relief - Igor couldn't even notice how obvious and strong the breath on his oneself was, so he couldn't guess: even if he said that oneself was R'hllor, the two believers in front of him would really believe it.
"Ma'am?" Melisandre stared at Igor with burning eyes, grasping the details of what he said: "Have you seen the specific image of my Lord? Is she a lady?"
"Ma'am?" p>
Huh? Igor was dumbfounded. It wasn't that he was so tender or stupid that he leaked important information with one mouth - but he really didn't expect: Even the most powerful believers of Red God had never seen any specific image of her.
Thinking about it carefully, this should be a way to maintain a mysterious and powerful sense, but unfortunately it is now broken by oneself. Igor was a little annoyed, but fortunately this was just a small mistake, and it didn't count as a slap in the face, after all—R'hllor oneself didn't say that she was not allowed to reveal her gender!
"Well, she did appear to me as a lady." It would be wrong, Igor nodded admitted without a wave on his face, pretending nothing happened, "but I don't think gender should be The focus of our discussion, whether she is male or female, will always be the God of the Heart of Holy Flame, the God of Shadow and Fire, and one of the only two True Gods in the world that we all believe in, isn't it?"
The two red robe priests looked at each other, and both saw complex emotions in each other's eyes.
Both of them are die-hard believers who have served R'hllor faithfully for dozens of years, but they can only see some vague and fragmented pictures and prophecies from the fire, even the Lord of Light. I have never seen half of the corner of my clothes, and this powerless mortal in front of me can actually make their master come and meet in person!
What virtue and ability he has! Why?
"I agree." Moqorro turned his head, restraining the intense jealousy and unwillingness in his heart, and stared at Igor's face, as if to find the sign that he was lying, "The point now is that my lord - specifically down What kind of dive decree is he, what is his grand new goal, and what do we need to do about it?"
This is another test of the ability to perform on the spot? Igor didn't expect to bump into the red robe priest when he went out, so he didn't prepare a draft at all. Rather than answering in a hurry and then revealing important information with one mouth like just now, he decided this time: he would rather answer slowly, but also at Go over it in your head and say it again.
After a slow-motion smile pretending to be proven, and a quick circle in his head, Igor had a rough idea.
He opened his mouth slowly and said aloud, word by word: "Ms. R'hllor has witnessed the hardships of our fight against the Others alone without the support of the kingdom, so she is determined to change the faction of the human world. stand in great numbers, the bad status quo battling each other to ensure that Wall's defenses are backed up by the power of the entire human world in the next return in a swirl of dust from her nemesis."
"And in order to achieve this goal, she asked all believers in the world to devote all their strength to the great war that I will support - the Queen's southward unification of the Seven Kingdoms and the reconstruction of Freehold." Igor looked towards the male priest, " Lord Moqorro, I want you to return to the High Red Temple of Volantis to inform the other priests of this important news." He then turned to Melisandre: "As for you, stay with me for now and give me advice and any other assistance I need as usual. Are there any other questions?"
Both high priests were a little unaccustomed to the weird situation of being commanded by a mortal, but the R'hllor breath on the other was so clear and unmistakable that he hesitated slightly Afterwards, they made a decision very quickly, bowing and giving a positive response: "Follow my will."
It's that simple?
Watching the big red robe monk turn and leave without the slightest hesitation - the back to prepare for his trip, and then see Melisandre also standing deferentially as if intending to wait for him to pass before following up Appearance, Igor raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: Moqorro's serious stare made him still worry a moment ago, what if the Red God priests questioned or resisted the identity of oneself, you must know that although he is a genuine God Chosen, he actually However, there is no spell at all, and R'hllor did not give him any means or channels for reverse communication, reporting the situation or asking for help, or making small reports.
Looking at the primestess, who is familiar and closely related to oneself, he did not suppress oneself's curiosity: "Melisandre, I have a question - you have no doubts about the authenticity of my chosen one?"
“Not at all.” Priestess replied without hesitation, “You should know that we communicate with the Lord through fire... no, Ms. R'hllor. What a powerful priest is impossible every time he looks at There was a response in the fire, but even in a blank space, we always had a clear sense of the presence of the Lord, with few interruptions." She paused, "But, after the Battle of Long Lake, Moqorro and I met each other. The same problem: we can no longer sense the presence of the Lord with any prayers and fire sacrifices we perform—not unanswered, but completely unresponsive."
so that's how it is , in most cases, R'hllor remained online, and countless believers communicated with her, but because the latter was recovering, she rarely received a response. However, after successfully scaring Cold God back to Lands of Always Winter, and the crisis was alleviated, Goddess, who was in a weak state, did not want to be harassed by believers any more, so he simply cut off contact and went offline.
It is really self-willed, but for a fierce god who will sacrifice even his descendants in batches, "ignoring" is really a very gentle attitude.
Igor's heart was open, but he was afraid of saying too much, so he just continued to look at Red Woman, waiting for the next: "And then?"
"We originally planned to return to Volantis in the near future, Go and explore together why our Lord is no longer answering prayers, but this morning, when you met Ms. R'hllor, we all saw the same picture in the flames—your face." She looked at it meaningfully. Igor glanced: "This kind of situation where two priests see the same picture at the same time is extremely rare, at least I have never encountered it. Although I have not communicated with other priests, I have reason to believe that not only me and Moqorro, Benerro, Jinwa Ra... all high priests who serve Lady R'hllor like me, should be the same. Now it seems that she is officially announcing her decision to choose you as a spokesperson in this form!"
Oh? Igor was slightly surprised, and then the corners of his mouth raised slightly: Although he didn't appreciate what R'hllor had done in the past, and felt that the advance payment was too shabby and stingy, but put aside his moral judgment and personal opinion, he had to admit - this bear deserves a Goddess, who recorded that has never been approached and will never be approached again, is considered thoughtful and particular just as an immediate boss.
"Why didn't Ms. R'hllor explain this to you?"
Melisandre was eager to get the details of the meeting with R'hllor from oneself, but was afraid to Ask clearly. Igor sees this, but he understands even more that even as the chosen one, he has to walk on thin ice, cautiously, under the circumstance that Goddess has mostly gone to sleep and oneself can't get more support and help. To maintain a sense of mystery can ensure the status of oneself and the control and deterrence of a group of Red God believers with transcendent power. And the first and most likely meeting between oneself and R'hllor will be the only one meeting, which will be the biggest reliance and secret for the rest of oneself's life.
"Let's talk about this when it's necessary. For now, go for a walk with me."
Not disturbed by this little episode, Igor still decided to go Take a look at the stables: what kind of effect the True Dragon carried on the scale on oneself's chest has on animals.
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(end of this chapter)