"Sam, where are you taking me?"

"Shouldn't you ask that question before you get on the horse?"

"I'm afraid that if I ask clearly, I won't have the courage to get on the horse."

Samwell laughed, "I'll take you to witness a miracle."

"Miracle?" Margaery, apparently not expecting such an answer, turned her head slightly to look at the man's side face.

Samwell didn't say much, but rode forward in the direction of the Eagle's Beak Island garrison camp.

The afternoon sun is just right, and the sky is pure.

But at this moment, a red comet swept across the sky with its long tail, like a wound cut in the canopy, gurgling blood.

This strange celestial phenomenon immediately attracted everyone's attention, they had never seen such a brilliant comet, let alone such a terrifying color mixed with blood, flames, and sunset.

Margaery also noticed the vision of the sky, and asked with a hint of solemnity in curiosity:

"Sam, what's that?"

……

"That's the sword that slays the season."

On the towering tower of the Old Town, Count Leighton Hightower muttered as he looked at the red comet in the sky.

After a long time, he turned around and said to the old man wearing the doctor's ring next to him:

"Release the crows, and inform all the lords of the Seven Kingdoms,

Long summer, it's over."

……

"That's the banner the gods put up for House Lannister!"

At the head of Grace City, Kevon Lannister said to his brother.

Duke Tywin Lannister looked at the red comet across the sky with a blank expression, silent.

But in his heart, it is far from being so calm as it seems.

That's right! Crimson, is the color of the Lannister.

This is the will of the gods!

Duke Tywin raised his horsewhip and pointed in the direction of Halberd City:

"March!"

……

"That's a dragon."

The old nurse in Winterfell said.

But Bran Stark didn't believe it, "That's a comet, how can it be a dragon?"

The old nurse's eyes were almost blind, but she shook her nose and was very sure:

"It's dragons, I can smell them. They're back."

"Addo." Ado Dao, who was squatting aside.

He would only say those two words.

"Whew-"

The prostrate wolf let out a long howl at his feet, as if mistaking the comet for the moon.

……

"It's the Night's Watch's torch."

On the Wall of Desperation, Jon Snow, the illegitimate son of the Duke of Winterfell.

Tomorrow, he will follow Mormont, the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch, out of the Wall and north to the Land of Eternal Winter.

The red comet streaked across the sky gave him a glimmer of strength and comfort, perhaps it was really a blessing from the gods for the Night's Watch......

"Mistress Aemon." Jon turned to look at the old maester, "Is there anything else you would like to order?"

The blind old bachelor curled up in his chair, was silent for a moment, and said:

"Kill the boy in your heart."

"What?" Jon froze for a moment.

"This is what I said to my brother before I came to the Great Wall." Maester Aemon's tone was ethereal, "Kill the boy in your heart before you can become a man." And men can take responsibility. So do you, Jon, because ......"....

The old maester stared at the bastard of Winterfell with those cloudy and pale eyes, and slowly spoke the clan language of the Stark family:

"Winter is coming."

……

"That's my child's soul."

In the desert on the other side of the Narrow Sea, Daenerys of House Targaryen muttered as she stroked her flat lower abdomen.

Her son, the "horse that rode the world," was dead.

Her lover, her sun and stars, are dead.

Her brother, the sleeping dragon of House Targaryen, will never wake up again.

All dead, all dead.

True dragon bloodline, there is only one of his last heirs left.

Daenerys stared at the cremation pile in front of her, her heart uncontrollably grieving, and finally, she opened her arms and rushed into the flames.

She heard her knight shouting behind her, but it didn't matter anymore.

The only thing that matters, is fire.

They were so beautiful, so dazzling, and the light of fire surrounded her, gently burning off her clothes and restoring her to the way she had first come into the world.

She took another step forward, and the juice gurgled from ***'s head and dripped onto the three oval-shaped boulders.

The fire is even stronger.

At this moment, it was as if she saw her husband, her horse, her child again......

The cold revelation of the witch sounded in my ears—

"Only death can be exchanged for life."

……

"That's the stars crying blood."

In the camp outside the city, the red-robed witch Melisandre said.

She raised her hands above her head and prayed aloud to the red comet:

"After the long summer, the stars weep blood! Icy darkness will envelop the whole world! In this moment of terror, Atholl will be reincarnated, he will draw the flaming red sword, he will awaken the dragon in the stone, he will drive away the darkness and bring the eternal summer!"

The witch's frenzied appearance frightened the soldiers around her, who watched from a distance, pointing and not daring to come closer.

"The night is dark and sinister everywhere! The day is bright and prosperous!" Melisandre was still singing, "War is coming! One black, one white. One ice, one fire. Pain and joy, winter and summer, justice and evil! Live or die! The war of the true gods is coming! Mortals, it's up to you to make a choice!"

The gem in the throat of the red-robed woman exudes a dazzling brilliance, which is breathtaking.

But what is even more shocking is her magical words:

"Witness! Mortals! Take your pick! Azar Ahai, favored by Rahlo, has been reincarnated! He is a messenger of light! He is the Child of the Holy Flame! He's—"

Melisandre turned her head abruptly and pointed to the man approaching on horseback:

"Samwell Caesar!"

Margaery, who was cowering in Samwell's arms, was slightly taken aback when she saw so many soldiers suddenly looking at her.

Before she could figure out what was going on, she heard the man behind her answer her question:

"That's blood and fire."

"Blood and fire?" Margaery glanced up at the red comet in the sky again, unable to understand what the man meant, "Or 'blood and fire are of the same origin,'"

FireAndBlood is the language of the Targaryens, which means blood and fire in the lingua franca of Westeros. ….

"You'll find out later." Samwell rolled over and dismounted, and walked into his tent.

It wasn't long before he reappeared, already dressed in bronze armor and holding a milky oval stone in his hand.

"Spread out!" Samwell dispersed the soldiers, "Whatever happens, don't come close."

After the group retreated, Samwell placed the dragon egg on the ground, and then drew his greatsword [Dawn].

The sword was still dripping with the blood of the king, and at this time, dense red-gold lines appeared.

The firelight reappeared, far more dazzling and brilliant than usual, and reflected the red comet in the sky.

Samwell held his sword in both hands, aimed it at the dragon egg, and stabbed it down!

Rumble!

……

"Fire!"

In the tent in the center of the Horning Army, Deacon Tully sat up from his coffin.

He saw the fire, a fire that covered the sky and the sun, burning everything and devouring everything.

It's like hell.

He gasped rapidly, his eyes full of fear and confusion.

"Where am I......

"Am I not dead......

Fragmented images rolled in Deacon's mind, caravans of hunting in the hills chasing wild beasts, countless men rushing to the towering walls of the battlefield, hundreds of cavalry charging through the sand, and pious and desperate faces in the sanctuary......

Eventually, a raging fire engulfed everything.

In the firelight, a familiar and unfamiliar face jumped.

The look of confusion in Deacon's eyes was even stronger:

"Brother?"

……

The flames poured down like flowing water, instantly igniting the surrounding land.

Orange fireworks blew up a blazing strong wind, blowing nearby flags to the sound of hunting.

The flames grew stronger, engulfing Samwell in it.

Margaery let out a scream and tried to get the soldiers out of the fire, but was stopped by Melisandre.

The red-robed witch kept chanting, but no one could understand it because it was in the Yasha language.

She looked crazy, her gestures were strangely attractive, and the ruby in her throat glistened as if it were about to drip blood.

The blazing flames enveloped Samwell, stripping him of all his clothes, except for the bronze armor that shimmered with cold light, as eternal as time.

Click-

There was a loud bang in the flames, like thunder, deafening, as if the sky was cracking.

Samwell faintly heard a roar, distant and vast, as if from another world, as if from an ancient era.

Flames swept through the mountains like a storm, and ashes and smoke rose into the sky like sharp swords.

The world stopped at this moment.

Everyone forgot to breathe, and they looked at this scene frozen in time with fear and reverence.

The flames crumbled and dispersed, and Samwell's figure reappeared.

He stood above the scorched earth and ashes, holding a flaming red sword, and was dressed in ancient bronze armor, dense red-gold lines crawling all over his face along his arms, making him look like he was wearing a mysterious mask.

But what really caught everyone's attention was the creature standing on his shoulder-

It is only the size of a kitten, but its whole body is covered with dense milky white scales, two reddish-gold lines extend from the corners of the eyes to the back to the end of the tail, and a pair of translucent wings are like smoke, enchanting and beautiful.

It swept over the crowd with wide, blood-red eyes, and its expression was like that of a king.

"Dragon!" Margaery covered her mouth and screamed.

Although it was still young, Margaery was sure that it was the dragon that had disappeared for hundreds of years!

They're back!

The Targaryens have tried countless methods and paid countless costs, but they have never been able to hatch dragon eggs, but now they ......

"How did he do it?" Margaery couldn't help but ask.

But as soon as the words came out, she seemed to think of the answer.

The man had already told her the answer.

The answer lies in the red comet that streaked across the sky, on the greatsword that flowed with the blood of kings and scarlet flames—

"Blood and fire."

(End of Volume II).

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