"Humph!" The woman wrinkled the tip of her small nose, "I thought you had forgotten my name." ”

"How so." Samwell removed his hand from the woman's neck.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

But more doubts sprung up.

When he heard that he was called "Asol", he immediately thought of the legendary hero who ended the long night and saved the world-

Yazol Yahai.

Melisandre, the sorceress of the Red Robes, firmly believed that he was the reincarnation of Azor Ah.

Unexpectedly, Samwell really one day was mistaken as Azore Yahai.

And since he is Azor Yahai, then his wife is, of course, Nissa Nissa.

Looking at the beautiful girl with silver hair and purple eyes in front of him, Samwell was churning with various thoughts.

The wife of the legendary hero who ended the night turned out to be a Valyrian?

But Azor Yahai and Nissa Nissa were born tens of thousands of years ago, before the Valyrian Empire was founded.

Perhaps, Nissa Nissa is the ancestor of the Valyrians.

"What's wrong with you?" Nissa couldn't help but feel a little strange when she saw her husband staring at her.

"Nothing." Samwell leaned forward and imprinted a kiss on his wife's hair.

Nissa smiled gently, put the doubts behind her, grabbed the man's arm, and asked as she walked:

"How's it going out there?"

"It's still the same." Samwell said vaguely.

"It's getting worse and worse." Nissa said worriedly, "I'm afraid this shelter won't last long, and the temple has already been evacuated......

Samwell listened quietly, searching the woman's words for useful information.

At the same time, he pondered the purpose of this illusion.

He now felt more and more that the suddenly resurrected Harpy was probably a decoy thrown at him by the gods of Giscali to lure him to the ruined city and see a series of visions.

What do they want to do?

Deliver some kind of message?

Or do you want to make him their puppet, as the Lord of Light did?

If it was the latter, Samwell was not too worried, and the gods of Giscali wanted to possess him, so they had to ask him if the other two gods agreed with him......

Woowoo woo –

The sudden sound of the horn froze the whole city for a moment.

Samwell paused, still wondering what the horn meant, but the woman next to him suddenly became nervous:

"This is the Templar summoning the Blood Armor Warriors! I'm afraid there's an emergency coming, Athore, go quickly. ”

Samwell realized that he was actually a so-called Blood Armor Warrior.

But he didn't know where the temple was.

Fortunately, there were other summoned people who hurried in one direction, and Samwell said goodbye to Nissa and followed.

The dark buildings around him quickly receded, and the terrain gradually rose.

Soon, Samwell was at the top of the hill, where a huge blackstone building stood, and the pattern on the bronze gate looked familiar.

But he didn't have time to think about it at this time, so he followed everyone into the main hall.

“…… Coceron! How dare you question my decision! ”

"That's not what I meant......"

"Get out!" The man sitting on the throne at the end of the hall said coldly.

He wore a large, bloated, dark red armor that revealed only a pair of cold red eyes.

"But Your Highness!" The kneeling man in the audience was still trying to argue, "The long night is about to envelop the thirteenth shelter, there are more and more terrible monsters, there is no longer any support here, there is no need to continue to hold on!" ”

"I said it, get out!" The armored man on the stage said coldly again.

Two guards rushed over, grabbed the man in the audience, and dragged him out.

The hall fell silent again.

The armored man on the throne slowly swept over everyone with a blood-red gaze, and spoke:

"The Thirteenth Sanctuary is indeed about to be shrouded in darkness, but I will not retreat! When the night comes, someone has to light the torch, even if it costs lives. ”

Samwell looked at the stubborn and proud armored man on the stage, his eyes moving slightly.

And the other blood armor warriors in the hall were even more enthusiastic, and they all opened their mouths to echo:

"Fight to the death! Never retreat! ”

The man on the stage shook his head slowly: "I still need some people to escort civilians away." Seris Puka, Anderson Clay, Yazore Yahai......"

After hearing "himself" name, Samwell followed the example of the other people who were named, stepped forward, stroked his chest and saluted.

"You go and arrange for the evacuation of civilians immediately!"

"Yes!"

Samwell followed the men outside, and heard a man's voice coming from the hall behind him:

"The rest, if you want to go, you can go now, I don't force you."

Samwell turned around, not seeing a single Blood-Armored warrior flinch.

A tragic but determined atmosphere permeated the temple.

Exiting the gate, Samwell was thinking about what to do when he heard a roar in the darkness in the distance.

In an instant, countless roars grew denser and closer.

A sharp whistle sounded inside the shelter, and people in the streets began to panic and run in all directions.

"Evacuate from the South Gate!" A Blood Armor warrior began to assign tasks, "Seris, Anders, you are in charge of evacuating the civilians of the Westside, Craig, Yasor, you are in charge of the ...... of the North"

Samwell turned and left, but not to the Northside, he was already impatient with the illusion.

These gods and their followers babble all day long, talking like riddles, and making illusions to guess.

Samwell was tired of playing this guessing game with them.

Moreover, he also saw clearly the weakness, or rather limitations, of these so-called gods.

Descending from the high hills, Samwell ignored his mission and went straight in the direction he had been going.

Surrounded by panicked crowds, someone saw Samwell's identity and tried to seek refuge, but he ignored him.

The sky was dark and palpitating, like thick ink, and it seemed to be about to be pressed down.

"Where are you going?" A man suddenly blocked Samwell's path, his face hidden under his robes, and he couldn't really see it.

"It's your business." Samwell said, not stopping.

The robed man said in an eager tone: "The long night is coming, darkness is covering the land, and the world is waiting for a hero......

"Then go find it." Samwell quickened his pace.

"You're the hero!" The robed man relentlessly chased after him, "You need to forge a heroic red sword, a messenger to dispel darkness......"

"Lightbringer, huh?" Samwell jerked out the greatsword behind his back, "Is that it?" ”

The man still wanted to speak, but in the next second, the milky white giant sword slashed over!

Hmmm-

The robed man turned into a thick black mist, his mouth twisted as if he wanted to say something more.

But Samwell turned and left.

Rumble!!!

The earth trembled, and a massive figure poked out of the darkness and roared wildly.

"Burn! My blood! My will! My power! A loud voice came from the temple and in an instant it spread throughout the city.

Samwell looked back and saw the man in the dark red armor he had seen standing at the top of the temple.

Darkness came down and he seemed so small, yet so tall.

But the next moment, a huge head slammed down, submerging the armored man and the entire temple.

Darkness spreads like a tidal wave, and the whole city crumbles.

"Atholl!" Another voice came from the darkness.

Samwell turned around and saw Nissa Nissa running over.

Legend has it that when Azar Yahai forged the Lightbringer, he inserted the red-hot sword embryo into the chest of his wife Nissa Nissa, infusing her blood, soul and power into it, and finally completed the casting.

So, looking at Nissa as she approached, Samwell raised his sword and stabbed it.

Whoop –

The greatsword plunged into Nissa's chest, and for a moment of astonishment, the expression on her face did not have time to change.

"Athore ......" Nissa's face distorted, blood gurgling out of her mouth, dripping onto the milky sword, condensing into blood flowers.

Samwell looked at her quietly, "Isn't this the ending you want to see?" ”

The expression on Nissa's face suddenly became very strange, like anger and pity.

The tremors of the world became more and more violent, and the darkness was like a giant snake swimming in the air, devouring the last of the light.

"Don't ruin the last hope. The price of salvation is sacrifice. Nissa said, but not in her own voice, but in a thousand people's voices coming together.

Announce to Samwell.

The space shattered, and the scene in front of it melted into darkness.

Samwell opened his eyes again, and finally saw Cleopatra.

The white dragon seemed to have been waiting by his side for a long time, and when he woke up, he immediately let out a hiss of excitement.

Samwell touched its hot forehead, and although his heart was full of confusion, he also regained a lot of confidence.

No matter what the gods of Giscali had, he wasn't ready to participate in the other party's game.

After making his decision, Samwell turned over and rode on the white dragon and said:

"Let's go, fly high. Fly out of this damn ruin! ”

Cleopatra seemed to have long wanted to leave, and the vibrating leather wings soared into the sky, and a huge air current kicked up a cloud of dust.

Soon, a man and a dragon rushed out of the thick fog, and the figure of the sun finally appeared in the field of vision again.

Samwell looked at the dazzling sunlight and felt like a world away.

But just as he was about to ride back to Astapor, the harpy actually appeared below, and roared at Samwell defiantly.

"You still want to seduce me." Samwell pursed his lips disdainfully, looked at the other party's only remaining eyeball, and smiled, "Unfortunately, I'm not interested in that eyeball anymore." ”

After speaking, he drove the white dragon to the north.

The harpy was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the other party to ignore her at all.

Her face changed for a moment, and finally she could only let out an angry roar at Samwell's back.

(End of chapter)