"Michela, are you feeling better?"

In the old palace of Yang Halberd City, Princess Arrene asked in a concerned tone.

"I ...... I'm so dizzy......" Princess Mycella struggled to sit up from her bed, "what's wrong with me?" ”

"Before, we watched and prayed for rain on the banks of the Green Blood River, and there was a commotion in the crowd, and there were assassins hiding in it, intending to murder you, but fortunately, the guards arrived in time, and you only injured your arm."

Princess Mycella, looking at her tightly bandaged right hand, finally remembered what had happened before, and asked with trepidation:

"Did the assassins catch it? Who instructed it? ”

"Didn't catch it. But don't worry, I've strengthened the guards around you and won't let anything like this happen again. ”

"Well, thank you."

"That's what I'm supposed to do. You pay more attention to rest, although the injury is not serious, but there is a lot of blood, so don't be careless. ”

"Hmm." Princess Mycella obediently lay down again.

"That's right." Princess Aleen added, "I have good news for you in advance. ”

"What's the good news?"

"Your brother's killer will soon be punished as he deserves."

"You mean Joffrey's murderer?"

"Yes." Princess Alyne's eyes flashed with murderous intent, "My father has gone to avenge my uncle. ”

Princess Mycella's heart was slightly shocked.

Of course she knew that the person who killed Alian's uncle, Prince Oberon "Red Viper", was also the one who killed her brother Joffrey-

Samwell Caesar.

Princess Mycella had mixed feelings about the knight who once gave her a wreath laurel that symbolized the "Queen of Love and Beauty" at a tournament in King's Landing.

Although the other party killed her brother, she always couldn't hate the other party.

Now, is he going to die?

Princess Miccella's heart suddenly swelled up with an undeserved sadness.

——

"A man owes God a life."

Hearing this, Samwell's mind exploded, and he immediately realized that the Princess Mycera in front of him was disguised as a Faceless One!

But when did he owe the god of a thousand faces a life?

The numbness spread rapidly upwards, and he could no longer feel his right hand.

Poisonous!

"Get out!" Samwell roared in rage, and his left hand slammed out.

The Faceless Man was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the other party to have the strength to attack, and what made him even more shocked was that Samwell's speed was as fast as lightning-

He didn't have time to hide!

Smack-

A large hand rests on the faceless one's face.

Under the terrifying force, he was picked up like a rag doll, and then smashed on the iron chair behind him!

Poof-

The skull exploded like a watermelon.

The nobles who were watching the ceremony exclaimed, they didn't know what was happening.

Until I saw the mangled corpse lose its disguise and take on the appearance of a thin man.

The Faceless!

It was an assassination against Caesar!

"No!" Margaery exclaimed, and was about to rush over, "Sam! ”

But Loras grabbed her sister.

Samwell staggered around and saw the scene.

A sad sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Tyrrell ...... So that's your killer move......"

No wonder Lady Olenna did not worry about alerting him when she made this suggestion.

It turns out that even if he doesn't recognize the throne of Mithella, they have a way to kill themselves!

and Prince Dolang......

Samwell turned his head and saw that the other man was looking at him with a cold look.

It's ridiculous that he actually thought that Prince Daolang really wanted to form an alliance with him just now, but he didn't expect that this was a trap deliberately set by the other party in order to lower his vigilance!

No wonder Dolang was willing to compromise just now.

Tywin Lannister, Olenna Redwin, Doran Martell, Varys...... Samwell suddenly realized that he was being hostile to so many conspirators!

His thoughts grew dull, and Samwell felt like he was drunk, and his hands and feet were getting heavier.

With a poof, he finally couldn't hold on and fell to his knees.

The white dragon outside the cave suddenly went berserk and rushed in like madness.

But it was too large and stuck outside by the rows of stone pillars.

Margaery is also struggling: "Let go of me!" Let me go! ”

"Margaery......" Loras opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, he didn't dare to look into his sister's eyes because of his guilt.

Smack-

Margaery slapped her brother hard, and finally broke free from the other party's restraints and rushed towards her husband.

At least she didn't betray me......

Seeing this scene, Samwell finally had a little comfort, and he reached out to hug his wife.

But darkness surged up and swallowed him.

He didn't feel his wife's embrace,

I just feel—

Cold......

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Storm's End.

Melisandre screamed in front of the fireplace.

Her eyes were bright red as blood, and her skin was oozing with specks of blood, and her stomach was swollen as if it was about to burst.

Black blood poured out of her thighs.

A dark figure with a crown squeezed out from between her legs, eager to break into the world.

She was shaking and crying.

Finally, the shadow stood up, as tall as an adult, and its dark face was barely recognizable—

That's Samwell Caesar's face!

The flames in the fireplace began to boil, jump, and cheer, as if to welcome the birth of a master.

The shadow was about to leave, but Melisandre struggled to rush up and hugged him.

She looked him in the eye and said in a hurried tone:

"Remember who you are! Caesar, remember who you are! ”

The shadow let out an angry roar, shaking the witch away, before slamming out of the room and disappearing into the sky.

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Bloodreef Island.

Margaret fell on top of Samwell and cried heartbreakingly.

Loras tried to persuade him, but he didn't know how to speak, and shame and guilt gripped his heart, making him want to flee the place quickly.

The nobles of the Stormlands were stunned, shocked and at a loss.

The nobles of Dorne were also shocked, but their eyes were more gloating.

The faces of the nobles of the river bend were the most complicated.

Prince Dolang cleared his throat and was about to speak.

But at this moment, suddenly a cold wind blew.

In an instant, the sunlight in the cave seemed to tremble.

All felt a strange and evil aura pouring into the cave, and the air was filled with the smell of death and decay.

It was as if a shadow was floating by......

Before they came to their senses, they saw Samwell, who should have died on the high platform, actually stood up again!

For the first time, a stunned look appeared on Prince Dolang's face.

"Alio." He called the name of his personal guard, and his tone was full of helplessness and unwillingness.

Alio Hota immediately understood what his master meant, picked up his great axe and charged at Samwell.

He was like a black bear in a rage, but the man on the high platform pulled out the giant sword behind his back—

A flaming red sword.

Flames poured out and filled the world.

Ario is like a moth that pounces on the flames, firm, but in vain.

The raging flames melted the axe, the armor, and the flesh, leaving a cloud of ashes in its wake.

Boom –

The cave shook suddenly, and Cleopatra finally broke two stone pillars and rushed in.

It spread its wings, casting a shadow over the crowd, as if waiting for Samwell's command to consume them all with a scorching dragon flame.

"Sam!" Margaery exclaimed in surprise, but was a little afraid to step forward.

Because the man in front of him suddenly became extremely strange, and he had a completely different temperament from his husband.

Moreover, his eyes are red.

Red.

Indifferent blood red.

Without a hint of human emotion.

Samwell didn't seem to hear Margaery's call, and he slowly swept through the cave with his blood-red gaze.

Everyone who met his gaze could feel a terrifying power, as if facing the gaze of the gods, and they couldn't help but want to bow down.

"Sam!" Margaery shouted again, and this time, she bravely took his hand.

It's hot.

But she gritted her teeth and didn't let go.

The wreath of winter snow roses above his head suddenly emitted a hint of coldness, relieving the burning pain.

The chill passed down the clasped hands of the two to Samwell, and the bronze armor suddenly seemed to come to life, and the ancient runes on it emitted a pale light, and white lines appeared on the surface of the armor like spider webs, and spread to Samwell.

As if sensing the threat, the giant sword [Dawn] suddenly erupted into dazzling firelight, and red-gold lines began to spread from the sword body to Samwell's body.

In the end, the two sides seemed to be evenly matched, and reached a kind of balance, dividing Samwell into two halves, half covered in pale lines, like a thousand years of ice, and half wrapped in red gold lines, like a flame burning.

Everyone in the cave watched this strange scene, and they were all silent.

Cleopatra seemed to sense something and let out an angry roar.

The high-pitched roar of the dragon echoed through the cave, shaking the fine stones and falling them.

Samwell's consciousness finally got a moment back.

But the world he saw was divided, half fire, half ice and snow.

In the ice and snow world, there are pale figures standing, their eyes are like blue stars, and the armor on their bodies melts into the ice and snow, emitting a faint glimmer under the reflection of the sun.

An ice beauty walks out of the crowd, wearing a wreath of winter snow roses and holding a crown made of ice.

She placed the crown on Samwell's head, and her mouth made a sound like ice breaking.

It's an ancient language that has long been lost, but Samwell understands it:

"Put on the crown of ice, and you are the lord of winter, the king of the night."

"You're—" The icy woman shouted,

"The Night King!"

And in the world of flames in the other eye, Samwell saw a glowing red sword.

The sword he had just forged.

It has the terrifying power to destroy everything, but it is so fragile that it seems to shatter at the touch of a button.

What else is missing.

What are the shortcomings!

Turning his head, he saw his wife, Nissa Nissa.

She was looking at him with a gentle, resolute gaze that glittered with red-gold.

She untied her clothes and opened her snow-white chest.

It dawned on him that he held the red sword and plunged it into his wife's chest.

The smoking red sword pierced the beating heart, and her blood, soul, and courage were all poured into the sword.

It became the Lightbringer!

"Let's save the world." She said to him, "The prince of prophecy, Azor ......"

But at this moment, her face suddenly distorted, and she took on the appearance of Melisandre, the red-robed witch.

Her eyes were bloody, and she cried out:

"Remember who you are!"

Who am I?

Samwell was horrified.

Who am I?

Cleopatra let out another roar.

"Sam!" Margaery hugged him.

It's like embracing ice and fire, hugging winter and midsummer.

Who am I?

Samwell's eyes cleared, and the glow of red gold and pale light slowly faded.

Who am I?

Not the Night King of Winter, nor the reincarnated Azar Ahai!

"I am Caesar!" Samwell announced loudly.

Heaven and earth suddenly fell silent, and time suddenly stopped.

A high-pitched, eerie hiss swirled in the air, twisting, and finally dissipated with reluctance.

The red-gold and pale lines on Samwell's body faded and returned to their original color.

The greatsword [Dawn] stopped burning, the sword body returned to milky white, and the bronze armor [Time] also dissipated the ice mist and returned to its ancient color.

All the visions disappeared as if nothing had happened.

Samwell's eyes turned black again, and he hugged his wife with his backhand, kissed the ends of her hair, and asked in her ear:

"Are you going to be Caesar's queen, or the rose of the High Court?"

Margaery was stunned for a moment.

She understood the meaning of this sentence, and she also knew that in this assassination, the High Court was by no means innocent.

From now on, Caesar and the High Court will also break completely!

"Caesar's Queen!" Margaery raised her head from the man's bosom and looked at her steadfastly, "We have sworn under the gaze of the seven gods, one soul and one body. No one can separate us! ”

After saying this, she was already in tears.

The nightmare words of the mysterious old woman she met at the Bitter Bridge suddenly came to mind again, and the nonsense she thought she had thought was fulfilled one by one like a prophecy-

【…… a faceless maiden with a deadly viper hidden in her long blond hair;

The eagle was devoured by fire and ice, but broke free and became a roaring dragon;

Golden roses will fall from the branches, drowning in sorrow and tears......]

It turned out that falling from a branch meant this, referring to her parting ways with High Court Tirelle.

Margaery doesn't regret her choice.

The rose is off the branch, but it is endless.

"Okay." Samwell kissed his wife again, then turned back to pick up the blood-stained crown from the corpse.

The crown that belonged to Aegon the Targaryen the Conqueror.

The blood-stained ruby glowed with an eerie glow, and the edge of the Valyrian steel ring was as sharp as a blade.

Three hundred years ago, the dragon king Aegon wore it to conquer Westeros, and now, Samwell wears it on his head.

There was silence in the cave for a moment.

"Storm King!" Count Selwyn Tus suddenly shouted in understanding.

He strode forward, drew his sword, knelt down, and placed it at Samwell's feet: "The Tass family is willing to offer you loyalty!" ”

Then Countess Marry Methalin came to her senses and swore allegiance.

Then there were the Counts of Ismun, the Counts of Ellore, the Counts of Bukele......

Eventually, all the nobles of the Stormlands rose and came to Samwell and knelt down.

He shouted an ancient name that no one had heard of for three hundred years—

"Storm King!"

The Count of Storm's Breath on the attributes panel quickly faded away, replaced by three new big characters.

For the first time since Aegon Targaryen the Conqueror unified Westeros, the name has resounded in the stone halls of Bloodreef:

"Storm King!"

"Storm King!"

"Storm King!"

(End of Volume III)

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