Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King - Chapter 186

Chapter 186 The Red Robe Witch

The afterglow of the setting sun pierces through the clouds and sprinkles the golden glow on the sky and the top of the city.

The rising black smoke destroyed this beautiful view of the sunset, and the scattered stones and rubble at the top of the city, as well as the broken weapons and armor, were even more out of place.

Not to mention the mutilated corpses.

There was a pungent stench in the air, vultures and crows circled over, and they couldn’t wait to enjoy the feast of flesh and blood.

They eat the losers as well as the winners, commoners and nobles. In this regard, these scavengers that symbolize death are extremely fair.

Under the ravages of war for nearly two months, Tianji City has lost its former tall and majestic style. The city wall has become a strange color under the blood and flames, and a section near the city gate has collapsed. In the meantime, the corpses were stacked one on top of the other, forming a white **** hill.

It’s hard to watch.

When “The Rose of Highgarden” Margaery Tyrell came to Tianji City, what she saw was such a terrifying scene.

“You’d better wait in the camp.” Garland Tyrell moved his body quietly, blocking his sister’s sight, and kindly persuaded him.

Margaery took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down her rapid heartbeat, but the air she inhaled had a weird smell, making her almost vomit.

“No, I’m going to visit the city.” Margaery’s face was pale, but she still insisted.

Garland sighed, pointed to the bouquet of roses in his sister’s hand, and said:

“Smelling the fragrance of flowers will make you feel better.”

Margaery did not refuse this suggestion, she held the bouquet a little higher, placed it under her nose, and continued walking.

Garland led the way ahead, trying to avoid the corpses on the ground, but found that this was almost impossible.

Actually, the corpses are not the worst. What is truly terrifying are the wounded who have not yet died. They groaned dying among the ruins, as if they were sounds from hell.

“No one came to treat them?” Margaret stopped in front of a wounded soldier wearing a river bend military uniform.

The throat of the wounded soldier was pierced by an arrow, and the blood gushed out of his mouth unstoppably. He stretched out his **** hand angrily, as if he wanted to grab the corner of Margaery’s skirt.

“Scholars will come to treat the wounded.” Garland pulled his sister back half a step, but said in his heart that this person is hopeless, “Let’s go.”

Margaret put a rose in the **** hand.

A smile appeared on the face of the wounded, no longer struggling, no longer resisting death.

Margaery continued walking, her eyes flushed.

By the time she entered Tianji City, the bouquet of roses in her hand had already been delivered.

“What will you present to His Majesty later?” Garland said, “Forget it, if you don’t offer it, don’t offer it, that king is not worthy.”

Margaery asked in a low tone:

“I heard that Tianji City was captured more than 20 days ago, but because of His Majesty’s order to withdraw troops…”

“Yes. That king is a joke!” Garland’s face was a little grim, and then he looked at his sister with more worry in his eyes, “Margaery, I think my father called you this time because he wanted to marry you To the king. If you don’t want to, you can safely refuse! I will definitely support you!”

“Thank you brother.” Margaery smiled slightly, but fell silent.

The city was lit with flames, and sporadic shouts of killing could be heard faintly. It seemed that the Dornishmen hadn’t completely given up their resistance.

When the two climbed to the top of the city, they heard the voice of King Joffrey:

“…Where is the Red Viper? Has anyone caught the Red Viper? That **** who doesn’t talk about credibility, I will cut off his head with my own hands!”

“Your Majesty, the soldiers are still searching in the city, and there should be results soon.”

“Let them move fast! Don’t let the Red Viper get away! Or I’ll chop their heads off!”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Ser Barristan Selmy replied perfunctorily, but did not convey the order.

Joffrey waved his horsewhip triumphantly, as if he was planning to give a wise order, when he heard Duke Mace say:

“Your Majesty, my daughter Margaery is here.”

Joffrey turned his head when he heard the words, and saw a girl wearing a dark green cloak approaching. She had a delicate face, gentle eyes like a fawn, a rose embroidered with gold thread on her chest, and a tall and enchanting figure. It is fully revealed while walking.

“Your Majesty.” Margaery held back her skirt, bowed her knees and saluted, “Congratulations on conquering the sky and the city.”

“Conquest.” Joffrey said proudly with his hands on his hips, “I conquered this city!”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Margaret smiled sweetly, “Your achievements and great achievements are unparalleled.”

Joffrey nodded in satisfaction, and said to Duke Mace:

“Master Mace, you have a sensible daughter.”

The Duke of Metz’s old face smiled like a chrysanthemum: “Your Majesty, what do you think about making her your queen?”

Hearing this, Margaery’s body trembled slightly.

But she didn’t say anything, just lowered her head, as if she was shy.

“My queen?” Joffrey was stunned for a moment, then looked up and down the girl in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction, “Yes, she is very beautiful and sensible, better than Sansa from the Stark family too much.”

“Great, Your Majesty!” Duke of Metz said impatiently, “I wonder when you plan to get engaged?”

“Just five days later, it happens to be my name day. I’m going to hold a banquet in Tianji City to celebrate this great conquest!”

“As you wish, Your Majesty, we will…”

The Duke of Mace was flattering, when he heard the sound of arguing from the stairs not far away.

It appears that Ser Barristan Selmy, Captain of the Kingsguard, stopped one.

“He’s your king!” Barristan stopped Robert Royce at the stairs with a warning, but then lowered his voice, “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“What about the king?” Sir Robert shouted with blood all over his body, his eyes were red, “he is responsible for all the soldiers who died in the sept!”

“Who’s there?” Joffrey asked from afar.

Barristan pushed Robert away and scolded:

“Take a shower and change clothes before coming to the audience, just to calm down.”

After speaking, he motioned for the soldiers to take Sir Robert away.

“Your Majesty, this is Sir Robert of House Royce.” Barristan turned around and returned.

“What about others?”

“He has fought for many days and is not decent enough, so he doesn’t want to be rude in front of you. However, he brought good news that Prince Oberyn has died in the Hall of the Seven.”

“The Red Viper is dead?” Joffrey laughed, “Okay! Very good! How did he die? Who killed it? I will reward him heavily!”

“He died in a duel with Samwell Caesar, Baron of Eagle’s Nest.”

“Caesar?” Joffrey thought for a while, and got some impressions, “I remember him, he is the champion of King’s Landing Tournament, right! Let him come to see me, and I will personally reward him!”

“Your Majesty, Lord Caesar was injured in the duel with the Red Viper and is still in a coma.”

“Well, let’s talk about it when he wakes up.” Joffrey waved his hand indifferently.

“Did he get stabbed by the Red Viper’s spear?” Margaret asked suddenly.

Ser Barristan nodded gravely.

“The Red Viper’s gun must be poisonous!” Margaret exclaimed, “A bachelor who is proficient in poison must be sent to heal him!”

“Let Maester Crellan go, I remember he has a lot of silver on his necklace.” Joffrey ordered, and then put the matter behind him, and said instead, “Okay, we’d better Let’s discuss my name day banquet, does the Fowler family’s castle have a large enough hall?”

The Duke of Metz replied with a smile: “Don’t worry, Your Majesty, the Fowler family once claimed to be the king of the cliff and the sky, and the castle was built according to the royal family’s specifications, which is enough to hold a grand banquet.”

“That’s good.” Joffrey nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Margaery, “Miss Margaery, what do you want for this banquet? Miss Margaery? Miss Margaery?”

The king called out several times before Margaret came back to her senses: “I’m sorry Your Majesty, the tragic situation on the battlefield really frightened me…”

“Well, women should really stay away from war.” Joffrey was rare to be considerate. “Go back to the rear camp and rest. Come and meet my mother and tell her that we are about to be engaged.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Margaret bowed her knees and saluted, stepped down from the gate tower, and headed straight for the station of the Hewan army.

My knight, are you all right?

Margaret walked quickly, looking for the double-headed eagle flag in the camp.

But the more impatient I was, the more I couldn’t find it.

The camp of the River Bend Army was too big, tents sprang up all over the mountain like mushrooms after rain, and the flags of various colors fluttered in the wind, making people dazzled.

The green shield and flower banner of the Meidou family, the long pterosaur banner of the Levi family, the horn of abundance banner of the Mareweiss family, the silver web spider banner of the Viber family…

She searched for a while but couldn’t find the flag of Yingzui Islet. Fortunately, she saw the flowered fox flag of Liangshui City and trotted over.

Led by the Florens family knights, Margaery finally found the camp of the Caesar family army.

“How is Baron Caesar?” Margaery asked anxiously, panting and rushing into the tent.

At this time, three bachelors had gathered in the account, and one of them replied:

“Miss Margery, Lord Caesar’s wound is poisonous. We have cleaned up some carrion, but the poison has still seeped into the internal organs. Only when we know what the poison is, can we prescribe the right medicine. Otherwise…”

“I’m going to interrogate the Dorne captive!” Knight Lucas Dayne strode out immediately.

But no one had any hope for this. How could those Dornish captives know what kind of poison the red viper used.

What’s more, even if you know it, you may not be able to treat it.

Some poisons have no cure.

Margaery still had a glimmer of hope and asked: “If you don’t know what the poison is, is there no way to cure it?”

“We can try to bleed with leeches to see if we can remove the toxins in the blood…”

“Does this work?”

“I can only try…” The bachelor obviously had no confidence in this.

“Is there no other way?” Aleken Florent asked in a shaky voice.

Although Dickon Tarly escaped back, he was shot in the back by an arrow and couldn’t make it through. If the big nephew in front of him also died, Aleken was worried that Earl Randyll would draw his sword and cut himself off after returning.

There was silence in the tent.

“I have a solution.” At this moment, a voice with a unique accent from the Yuhai region came from outside the tent, low and sweet, with a convincing magic power.

“Who’s out there?” Aleken asked.

The voice of the guard came: “My lord, it is a red-robed witch who claims to be from Asshai.”

“Please come in.” Aleken is now willing to try anything to save his nephew.

As soon as the voice fell, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a tall and graceful woman walked in.

She is red from head to toe.

Wearing a red robe as bright as a flame, the wide open sleeves almost dragged to the ground, revealing a darker blood-red shirt underneath, and a red gold collar with a huge ruby ​​embedded in his throat.

Her hair is also red, but it is not normal red, but a polished deep copper color. Her eyes are also red, as if there are flames beating inside.

Only the skin is white all over the body, like fresh milk, white and smooth.

“My lords, my name is Melisandre, and I am inspired by R’hllor, the Lord of Light, who is also known as the red **** in Westeros.” Melisandre bowed.

Aleken doesn’t care about the Red God or the Lord of Light. He only cares about one thing now: “You said you can save people?”

“Yes.”

“How to save?”

“Blessings from the King of Light.” After Mei Lishan finished speaking, Zhuomai came to the bed with graceful steps and bent down.

Fiery red lips kissed the wound on Samwell’s shoulder.

(end of this chapter)