"Of course mortals can't understand the gods."

Rahlo said in a flat tone.

And He finally raised his head and showed his face.

But strangely, Samwell found that he couldn't see the face clearly. It was as if a mysterious veil covered the face of the gods, preventing mortals from probing.

"No mortal can comprehend the true mysteries of this world." Rahlo continued, "Caesar, I know you have many doubts, but you must know that only I can help you. I alone can save humanity from doom. 「

He took a step forward, and the whole lava world trembled.

"Caesar, the only thing you need to do is kill Daenerys Targaryen......

As he spoke, Samwell followed his gaze and looked ahead, and through the fiery smoke, he could see the outside world faintly.

Daenerys was swooping down as Drogon swooped down desperately, the anxious look on her face clearly visible.

The black wave from the Night King was surging on the ground, containing extremely terrifying murder and coercion, but Daenerys did not flinch at all, but resolutely rushed towards the crumbling golden figure in the black tide.

"Why do you want me to kill Dani?" Samwell asked.

"It's her fate." Rahlo muttered, "Azor Ahai used his wife's heart and soul to refine the Lightbringer, and now you must do the same. Everything has a price, and the Light needs to be sacrificed."

"Sacrifice?" Samwell scoffed and said, "I got word before I came that King's Landing was attacked by an ice dragon and was on the verge of falling. But at the critical moment, Tyrion Lannister rode the injured Veserion and miraculously defeated the ice dragon.

But then I learned that the strange ghost who controlled the ice dragon was actually James Lannister. It was he who allowed his younger brother to kill him at the last moment.

You see, that's the real sacrifice.

Giving one's own life for justice can be called sacrifice at the expense of someone else's life..... Oh, that's called sacrifice."

Lahero shook his head slowly, "You don't understand, Caesar."

"Maybe I know more than you think." The smile on Samwell's lips became more and more obvious, "Lachlo, why do you insist that the person you chose kill his wife? Is it to show you unshakable faith? Or is it so that you can better manipulate it? Or is it a necessary ritual? 「

As he spoke, Samwell's gaze was fixed on the red god opposite, trying to guess some clues from the fluctuations in the expression on his face.

It's just a pity that he can't see anything.

"As I said, this is the price of necessity." "Hurry up and make a decision, Caesar, your time is running out, and human time is running out."

Samwell, on the contrary, was not in a hurry, and rambled ramblingly:

"I have heard that in the far east, there was a kingdom of dawn, which is now the land of Yidi.

The two gods, the Night Lion and the Lady of Light, gave birth to a son, the Human Emperor, who ruled the kingdom of Dawn for 10,000 years. But the reigns of his descendants were becoming shorter and more chaotic.

Until the Amethyst Empress's brother usurped his sister's throne in the Blood Rebellion and proclaimed himself the Bloodstone Emperor. This act of killing relatives angered the gods.

As a result, the Lady of Light stopped paying attention to this world, and the angry Night Lion rained down the long night and countless demons to destroy the Dawn Kingdom."

"At this time, you still have the heart to tell a story?" Rahlo Dao.

"I just think it's a bit of a coincidence." Samwell said, "It was the night lion back then, and now it's the god of cold, and they all bring the long night. The Lady of Light brought light back to the world, and now you, the Lord of Light, want to save the world. Hehe, Laherlo, you can't be the Daughter of Light in the legend of Yidi, right? 「

"Nonsense! Make a decision, Caesar." Rahlo said, with a rare hint of urgency in his tone, "I can't keep this subspace forever. Once you return to reality, the Night King will tear you to shreds."

"You're not going to let that happen." Samwell said with impunity.

"Of course I don't want this to happen, so you have to cooperate with me!" Rahlo Dao. "As a god, you still need the cooperation of mortals to end the long night?"

"You don't understand. Behind the Night King stands the god of cold, who ......"

"The Chill God?" Samwell interrupted with a sneer, "Lachlo, have you ever seen someone freezing to death?" Without waiting for the other party to answer, Samwell continued to say to himself:

"Before they die, they feel an illusory warmth, even a burning heat, which makes them involuntarily take off their clothes.

Also, Have you ever experienced frostbite? Maybe not, after all, you're a god. But the cold pain is so similar to the burning sensation of fire." "What the hell are you trying to say?" Rahlo's tone became a little complicated.

"House Targaryen often has prophetic dreams." Samwell was still saying something that seemed inconsequential, "They call this Dragon's Dream. This allowed them to escape the apocalypse of Valyria, but it also drove many family members into madness.

Of course, madness or sobriety, sometimes it's hard to say.

Rhaegar Targaryen once wrote a song called "A Song of Ice and Fire" that says that if ice can burn, then fire can freeze."

"Caesar, if you continue to ramble like this, the night will envelop Westeros forever." Rahlo threatened.

"Really?" Samwell pursed his lips disdainfully, "The destruction of the Valyrian Empire was also because the dragon kings were unwilling to cooperate with you?"

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course I do." Samwell said, "It's that you don't understand humans. arrogantly thinking that the so-called gods can control everything. But I know that you gods are far weaker than people think. And human beings are far more powerful than they think!"

"Arrogance brings destruction." Rahlo warned again, "Caesar, if you are willing to cooperate, then I can only let you face the strange spirits and the cold gods yourself."

"The Chill God?" Samwell smiled disdainfully, "Laherlo, do you think I really can't guess? The Night Lion and the Daughter of Light are husband and wife, so what is the relationship between you and the so-called God of Cold? The Three-Eyed Raven said that the Long Night was a trap, a hoax, and it seemed to be true."

"You will pay the price for your self-righteousness." Rahlo seemed intent on giving up on persuasion, "The Valyrian Empire was destroyed by arrogance, and ridiculous mortals thought that they could challenge the gods with a little power. Hehe, but in fact, the so-called Dragon Empire is not vulnerable at all.

And you, Caesar, your dragon doesn't even have a fraction of the Valyrian Empire......

"That's not real power, Laherlo." Samwell shook his head, "Jaime turned into a wraith, harnessed the Ice Dragon, and died in King's Landing. What killed him? A misshapen dwarf and a half-crippled dragon?

If you don't understand this, you'll never understand what makes humanity so powerful.

I can't understand what is real—sacrifice!"

After saying this, Samwell saw a sudden light in front of him. Rahlo's figure dissipated like smoke.

At the same time, there is also this lava ruin-like world.

The biting chill hit again, and Samwell once again saw the wind and snow, the black stance swept in like a tide, and Daenerys who was desperate to rush towards him.

"Sam!"

"Dani."

Samwell jumped to his feet and took his wife on the black dragon's back in his arms. -and

Drogen let out a roar, and orange-red flames poured down, fending off the sweeping Black Tide.

The white dragon and the green dragon, who were fighting with the strangers, also flew over one after another, spewing flames together to help resist the Night King's attack.

But the black tide became more and more turbulent, constantly compressing the range of the flames, and it was about to drown the three people and three dragons. Samwell raised his greatsword and erected it in front of him.

His pupils had completely turned pure gold, and countless golden flames swirled and danced in them.

The golden threads quickly converged, and finally formed a huge golden three-headed dragon in the dark void behind Samwell.

"Roaring !!"

The golden energy surged wildly in the roar of the three-headed dragon, turning into a sword-like pillar of light, shooting forward, tearing through the thick black tide and charging towards the Night King.

Rumble!

Two huge and incomparable energies collided and annihilated each other.

The terrible aftermath spread out like ripples, turning everything around it upside down. The earth shook and the world trembled.

Arya Stark was also swept away by the aftermath of the stirring. She covered her head with her hands and gasped for breath.

Until the wind and snow and the force field gradually subsided, she cautiously raised her head. But I saw that the strange ghost who had been holding him before had disappeared.

She was left alone in front of the eerie altar.

No, she's not the only one. And the Night King!

Arya looked at the terrible man who was only more than ten meters away from her, and her heart was pounding involuntarily.

The blow just now also caused great damage to the Night King, and the ice crystal armor on his body cracked countless spiderweb-like cracks, and there was a faint gray-white light inside.

But he obviously hadn't lost his combat effectiveness yet, and he saw him raise his hands again, and the rich black energy gathered again. "He must be killed!" Arya whispered to herself.

Faced with an incomparably formidable enemy, the first thing the little girl of the Stark family thought about was not to run away. She held the dragon crystal dagger hidden in her clothes, and her inner thoughts were firm almost instantly.

So, Arya bent her back, held her breath, and cautiously leaned in from behind the Night King. The closer she got, the more she felt a biting chill.

It almost froze her blood.

"Swift as a deer, quiet as a shadow...... Arya muttered to her teacher Celeor as she approached the Night King like a black kitten.

Closer to .......

"Fear hurts more than a sword......". Arya told herself to try to stop her hands from trembling, "as swift as a serpent, as fast as water......

She took a few more steps closer.

The Night King didn't seem to notice.

"Strong as a bear, fierce as a wolf. Fear hurts more than a sword....." Arya had already touched the Night King's back, and with one more lunge, she could plunge the Dragon Crystal dagger into the back of the opponent's heart.

The biting chill and raging fear made her almost lose her ability to think.

But she still used the last bit of strength in her body and stepped forward suddenly

"Stab the enemy with the pointed end!" Remembering the first lesson she had learned to use the sword, Arya aimed at a crack in the Night King's armor and slammed down—

Swish!

Just before the dagger was about to touch the Night King's body, the other party suddenly turned around. Arya's blood clotted completely.

Have you been discovered?

She thought disappointedly, but the dagger in her hand still moved forward.

Forward, further forward, through the wind and snow, tearing through the dark force field and piercing the crack in the armor...

Until this moment, Arya still couldn't believe that she had actually stabbed the dagger into the enemy's body. It went so smoothly that it was like a fantasy.

When she looked up, she saw a pair of dark blue eyes.

It revealed a look that made her extremely familiar, even extremely kind. Arya's inner ecstasy was replaced by fear in an instant.

She didn't know why, she was so heartbroken for the enemy that she shouldn't have stabbed him. Phew!

Just as she was stunned, a golden greatsword pierced the Night King's chest. Caesar just got it.

"Your Majesty....." Arya said in a faint voice, "Did we win?" The king did not answer.

The cold, exhaustion, and fear that had accumulated before swept over at this moment

Arya rolled her eyes and fainted.

Just as she was about to fall to the ground, the Night King raised his hand to hold her in his arms.

"Eddard Stark." Samwell no longer had the slightest doubt in his heart, revealing the Night King's true identity. The Night King turned his head to look at Caesar, and his dark blue pupils had somehow returned to their original brownish-gray color. The gaze is no longer as dead as ice and snow, but full of extremely complex emotions - sadness, remorse, self-blame, pain, relief.....

"It's all going to end here." Samwell Road.

"No....." The Night King shook his head slowly, the sadness in his eyes intensifying, "Everything has just begun to ......" Samwell frowned in confusion, and was about to ask again, only to see the Night King's armor melt like dew. Pale blue blood spurted from his wounds, sizzling around the golden greatsword.

Before dissipating into smoke and heaven and earth, the Night King used the last of his strength to hand Arya forward in his arms.

Samwell caught the little girl, and saw that the Night King in front of him had almost instantly turned into wisps of swirling smoke, leaving only milky glassy bones that shone with a pale light.

But then, the bones melted as well.

In the midst of the steam, the leader of the strange ghosts disappeared into heaven and earth.

-

The surrounding wraiths also let out a strange roar, and the ghouls began to go berserk. A crack suddenly cracked in the dark sky, and the long-lost sunlight came through.

"Sam!" Daenerys's voice came from behind, filled with joy, "We've won! The long night is over!"

Samwell just wanted to turn back, but suddenly saw the strange altar in front of him explode open, and the rich black light spread out like a flashback.

A huge and irresistible terrifying suction penetrated the armor and flesh, reaching the depths of the soul Samwell's soul.

He turned back to his running wife, showed a helpless wry smile, and muttered a repetition of the Night King's last words just now:

"It's just getting started..... ＂