Chapter 490
2021-01-06
Chapter 490 The Power of Red God (Part 1)R'hllor's Divine Vestige didn't alarm everyone People, or rather... only alarmed a small number of people.
In the buildings of row upon row in Queenscrown inner fort, ordinary workers and soldiers still turned over and sat up to the sound of the wake-up call as usual, yawned, rubbed their sleepy eyes, dressed up and left the room , to welcome a new day of work and life. The internal staff began to deal with the ice that formed on the ground at night; the soldiers on duty patrolled in line to ensure order in the fort; the warehouse staff were busy inventorying the equipment left over from the previous war and putting it into storage for the next "expedition". The supplies were calculated and shipped out... There are more Industrial Guard officers who have no mission yet, and they gathered in the center of the school grounds after eating a steaming breakfast to start today's practice warm-up.
Igor took Red Woman and several guards energetic and bustling through the squares and alleys, not only making the Queenscrown, which was in the "initial start-up state" and running slowly, lift the speed all of a sudden, but also faster than the speed. Usually attracts more attention and attention.
It's not just because Lord Commander has more majesty than normal - this thing can hardly be felt by the ordinary person when it is far away, but more because it is found that the Red Woman is the same as usual. Compared to some of the subtle differences shown.
Igor naturally realized that.
The power of the Red God is here.
After his "chosen" status was confirmed, oneself just slipped the word "Ms. R'hllor", which Melisandre accepted without the slightest hesitation and immediately started using the same. The name; normally, the witch always walks side by side with oneself, sometimes even grabbing his arm and forcibly dragging him in order to control his pace, but today it is rare to take the initiative to fall behind half step and follow behind him, even with his feet to keep up with the rhythm It turned into a small trot; the priestess, who usually has no major event or even refused to talk nonsense with him, is now willing to waste time wandering aimlessly with oneself.
Adding another red robe priest, Moqorro, obeying orders without the slightest hesitation... These many action details and behavioral responses all point to the same conclusion: R'hllor is in his devotees The status and authority in their hearts are far higher than oneself's original guess and judgment, Goddess's thoughtful and detailed handling of things is also much more than expected, and the religious status of "God's Chosen" is far beyond that of "Child of Prophecy". superior.
What I thought I was going to face—questions and being a hindrance from the high-level believers of Red God would never appear. He was recognized and mobilized as a “spokesperson” with no difficulty. If the power of the super-priest can also smoothly control the manpower and resources of the entire Red God Sect, then the real value of this prepaid remuneration is really beyond expectations!
This discovery made Igor's mood a lot easier, and even the steps under his feet were a lot lighter. Walking through the small half of Queenscrown's inner fort like the wind, he took a small group of attendants and arrived at the nearest military stable.
Night's Watch does not have an organized cavalry unit. The horses it has are all used by rangers for patrolling and officers leading their troops out. This will raise horse men to feed the dozens of military horses in the stable. , they are skilled and quick in doing their own business, and in a moment, half of the horses in the stable have eaten hay. Igor waved his hand to indicate that they didn't need to stop and say to oneself and just continue working, and then strolled to the stable, while watching the horses behind the fence closely, watching carefully how they reacted to the arrival of oneself.
The horses who have "breakfast" bury their heads in chunks of buds and snort the hay, while those who haven't yet shake its head and wagging its tail and wiggle its ears Staring at the horse raising men impatiently, snorting, stomping on the ground with hooves... In short, he showed his presence in various ways to show urgency.
At first, none of the horses seemed to notice or cared about Igor's approach, but after a few seconds, their reactions manifested in unmistakable ways: first, the horses with their heads bowed and eating hay One by one, the horses lifted the head to stop eating, and then, less obviously, the rest of the restless horses, who had not yet had their hay, stopped tumbling and vocalizing, and turned their heads to watch the walk motionless. Lord Commander of the Night's Watch near the stables.
In the end, as if a circle of invisible waves centered on Igor and swept across the stables, dozens of robust military horses in the fence seemed to have been immobilized, with naked eyes visible from the range. Less to more until all other actions in progress have been stopped - standing in the same place as if you had been rehearsed, only the head is like a sunflower that greets the sun, facing the approaching Igor, nearly a hundred lines of sight meet. on him alone.
"Hey, what's the matter?"
Not only Melisandre and the guards who followed Igor, but the horsemen also found something unusual, and after murmuring in complete confusion, Dare to slack off in front of the Lord Commander and endure doubts, fill the feed troughs in front of each horse with hay, but still no horses bow their heads to eat.
...
How is it different from what you imagined?
Igor also looked left and right curiously, and even reached out to touch the motionless petrified horses standing behind the fence, and found that they were neither jumping up and down by the "Dragon's Might" on oneself, nor were they fled. I was so terrified that I didn't dare to let out the atmosphere... but the breath and lifeform were normal, but it was like watching aliens or some other rare thing I had never seen before in this life: "watching" oneself!
Apparently, horses can feel the strange smell of oneself being implanted with a dragon scales, but they are not scared to lose one's head out of fear or completely incapacitated.
This means: either the horses are smart enough to know that oneself is not a threat, or the Dragon's Might contained in a scale is not enough to scare them...and the biggest possibility is: The thoughtful Goddess has considered everything before going into hibernation. The spells she casts on this scale include the function of controlling the degree and method of its aura release, to ensure that this reward can help both to the recipient without interfering with his daily life.
After all, as a God-chosener with a heavy responsibility, it would be too bad if he couldn't even ride a horse properly.
A doubt was completely resolved. With a half-dragon scale buried in his body, Igor's mind naturally jumped from "riding" to riding another thing.
He suddenly had such a hunch for no reason: the aura on the scales, the effect on Demon Dragon, would be completely different from Tsushima, and oneself might have already been riding a dragon. Qualifications.
Oh, using a dragon as a mount... It's really heart-wrenching to think about it. For some middle-school fantasy hobbyists, this is probably a great gift, but for Igor. For this pragmatist who cherishes his life, the temptation of riding a dragon is not as great as riding a Dragonrider in this era when the dragon-hunting crossbow has become obsolete.
"Cough."
A soft cough came.
What are you doing? Normally, Melisandre would have already questioned impatiently, but this time, facing the Chosen One and the spokesperson of Lord of Light, she suppressed the urge to talk too much. Although the person in front of him is very familiar with oneself inside and out, but after all, he is the lucky one who has just met True Lord, and his identity has long been different from the past... No one knows: he seems to be inexplicable behavior to one horses, is it? Not on a critical mission that Ms. R'hllor has given.
After one minute passed, the horses gradually lost interest in Igor, and one by one, they lifted their "petrified state" and lowered their heads to enjoy the early grass. wake. Satisfied that he successfully verified that oneself's cheat can also work on animals, after simply admonishing the horsemen - so as not to appear that this visit was without a reason, he beckons with the hand, with a head full of the Tathagata Wushui's attendants left the stable.
On the way back to the office, Melisandre, unsurprisingly, asks him what the "meaning" of his trip to the stables is, and again tries to get details about his meeting with Ms. R'hllor. Igor silently blocked the inquiries with a few words, but secretly regretted another thing in his mind.
What bothers him most right now?
It is neither the possible rebellion within the land grant, nor the two big shit sticks who have just arrived at the land grant and have already rushed to Queen's side, nor is it the one in the south who wants to engage in a conspiracy but is actually played around. Robb Stark or the rest of the Six Nations to the south, but a special Night's Watch soldier: Greenseer Bran Stark.
Other potential opponents, either oneself has a certainty to settle it, or it is difficult to deal with but at least can understand, speculate and try to prevent... Only this last one, the origin, ability and purpose are all a mystery , which really made Igor feel restless and restless.
In the previous dream meeting R'hllor face to face, oneself would have had the opportunity to ask Goddess about the guy and what to do with him - which he did think about, but ended up worrying about it. "Goddess was made by Greenseer" and dropped the question.
He doesn't have the means or authority to contact R'hllor, but now that he has become her chosen one, can oneself beat this restless mysterious character with this identity and tell him "Ms. R'hllor asked me to give you a message" - by bluffing him to stop getting in the way or hindering oneself?
The idea was entirely feasible, only one doubt prevented him from implementing it right away: Is R'hllor really as good as her oneself says it is? Does her name have the same deterrent and lethal power to other transcendents other than believers?
If Greenseer is not afraid of Red God at all, or he already knew that the latter was severely injured and unable to intervene in the affairs of the world, wouldn't it be a joke that oneself would come to the door to use the banner of R'hllor to scare people?
Filled with doubts, I don't know what to do and get rid of... But what's interesting is that he got the answer much faster than the most arrogant imagination.
Re-traveling through the small Queenscrown inner fort to return to the office building, and still separated by dozens of meters away, he saw the plane pushed by a strong female land giver, and it was in the whole land giver. Unique and unmatched wooden wheelchairs, and Bran Stark sitting in it with blankets on his legs.
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(end of this chapter)