The Harpy saw that Samwell didn't have much of a surprised look on his face, and she immediately understood.

"You guessed that?"

"Hmm." Samwell nodded, and then asked, "So that long night 10,000 years ago was also made by Rahlo?" ”

"Yes. It may not be clear to you that the power of faith that can be gained from a normal mission is really small. Except for a small number of fanatical believers, the vast majority of people say that they believe in gods, but they are not actually pious in their hearts, and they can contribute very little faith power. These guys only show their devotion from the heart when they encounter bad luck and pray to the gods.

And because he discovered this, Rahlo came up with a brilliant idea -

Create an apocalyptic catastrophe that can destroy humanity, so that you can take advantage of the opportunity to reap the power of faith.

So there was the first long night, the first strange ghost appeared on the continent of Westeros, and the kingdom of Dawn in the middle of the continent of Essos was destroyed by monsters that poured out of the darkness......"

"Wait." Samwell interrupted, "How the hell did Lahllo create so many monsters in the Long Night and the Darkness?" Is He so powerful? ”

The Harpy shook her head and said, "If he really had such great strength, he wouldn't be trapped in the elemental sea like us. How exactly Rahlo made the Long Night, to be honest, I don't know. The entire Elemental Sea was unknown to anyone, and that was Rahlo's greatest secret.

He was already proficient in the sorcery of light and shadow, ice and fire, and perhaps the secret of the Long Night had something to do with it.

As for those monsters, they are not monsters at all, but the believers of Rahlo, of course, in front of these believers, he will change his identity, such as the so-called cold god. ”

Hearing this, Samwell asked:

"Is the Daughter of Light another identity of Rahlo?"

"Nope. The Daughter of Light is the wife of Rahlo. The harpy said, "The first long night was made by these two people together. However, at the end of the first long night, Rahlo killed the Daughter of Light. ”

"Why?"

"I don't know. We guess it has something to do with the power of faith. Maybe it's an uneven distribution of spoils. ”

Sam Will was silent.

He vaguely felt that there should be some other reason for Lahlo to kill his wife.

And, according to legend, the hero who led humanity to end the first long night, Azor Yahai, also killed his wife Nissa Nisha.

These two are probably not a coincidence.

Also, when facing the Night King before, Laherlo actually appeared in person and tempted Samwell to kill his wife Daenerys, saying that only in this way could the long night be ended.

This obviously shows that the murder of his wife must have an extraordinary meaning for Lahlo.

Thinking of this, Samwell glanced at the Harpy.

He always felt that this guy seemed respectful, but I was afraid that there were reservations.

However, Samwell didn't press the question, and gently skipped the topic and asked instead:

"After the first long night, didn't Rahlo reap enough of the power of faith? Why do it a second time? ”

"It should be that the power of faith in the first harvest is not enough for him to break through the limitations of the elemental sea, so there is a second time. This time, however, His plan has all been accomplished for you...... Hehe, maybe Rahlo is still preparing for the third long night. ”

Samwell's eyes froze, and he immediately asked:

"Do you know how to find Lachlo?"

"You're going to be too embarrassed for me." The Harpy spread her hands and made a helpless look, "The Elemental Sea is vast and full of dangers, it is extremely difficult to find someone here, you must have tried to understand it yourself before.

Moreover, now Laherlo must be hiding from you, after all, you have just become the savior of Westeros, and countless forces of faith have converged on you, and at this time, no one dares to confront you head-on.

But as time goes on, your strength will also weaken, after all, humans are the most forgetful race, hehe.

Hundreds or thousands of years later, a generation that has experienced the long night has died one after another, and future generations have gradually forgotten you, please forgive me for being straightforward, but this is the reality.

At that point, Lahlo will no longer hide from you. ”

Samwell nodded expressionlessly, and was about to ask something more, when he suddenly heard a sharp hiss.

Like a baby's scream, the sound is like a steel needle, piercing the soul.

Samwell's brow furrowed slightly, and the Harpy snorted suddenly, her body staggering, and she almost fell.

"Run! It's an elemental spirit! ”

"Elemental Spirits?" Samwell was puzzled when he saw a large black wave suddenly appear in front of him.

In the tide, countless strange ugly heads poked out.

Each head is tens of meters tall and looks like a deformed baby, except that none of them have eyes.

"Ahh

Sharp cries came out of the mouths of these dense babies, stirring the elemental sea upside down, and the undercurrent was turbulent.

Countless bubbles continue to emerge and burst again, stirring up more and more turbulent undercurrents.

"Run! Master Caesar! If you are bitten by an elemental spirit, you will die! ”

The harpy had already rushed out, one wing fell behind, and was grazed by the black tide, and in an instant, the flesh on the leather wings began to melt and spread to the body.

She screamed, her eyes flashed, and without hesitation, she slashed with her backhand, immediately cutting off the part of the leather wing that had been touched by the black tide.

The harpy's face turned pale, and she was just about to slip away, but she found that her body suddenly froze.

An invisible force field tugged at her, unable to move, and she could only watch as an elemental evil spirit tore at her.

"No!"

Boom!

Just as the harpy was desperate, a giant golden hand slammed down, smashing the elemental evil spirit to pieces.

In the elemental sea, countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared after being hit by this blow.

Samwell withdrew his right hand, but his face changed slightly.

He had tried this elemental evil spirit just now, and it was unexpectedly difficult.

"Lord Caesar! Elemental spirits can't be killed! Only run! ”

Samwell also gave up his intention to continue to resist, grabbed the Harpy's neck with one hand, and rushed in the opposite direction of the Black Tide.

Rumble!

Countless bubbles were shattered, and currents of lightning and lava-like elemental rays roared until they were overwhelmed by the overwhelming Black Tide.

Samwell rushed out for a while, and only stopped when he looked back and saw no sign of the Kuroshio.

"Master Caesar, thank you for your rescue!"

"What is an elemental spirit?" Samwell asked in a solemn tone.

"Nobody knows." The Harpy shook her head helplessly, "They seem to be native creatures of the Elemental Sea, or maybe they are part of the Elemental Sea. Anyway, they can't communicate, they don't have intelligence, and they will only follow the Kuroshio to devour everything in their path. Many people have died in their mouths...... Yes, we, the so-called gods, also die.

It seems that the spirit body can exist forever in the elemental sea, but only if it must avoid the dangers in the elemental sea, such as elemental undercurrents, elemental storms, elemental evil spirits, etc., which can be fatal.

Of course, what is even more dangerous is actually other gods.

The Seven Gods you know, the Father and the Virgin died at the hands of elemental spirits, the blacksmith and the old woman died in an elemental storm, and the maiden, warrior, and the most mysterious of all strangers died at the hands of Rahlo. ”

"Are all seven dead......" Samwell wasn't particularly surprised.

After all, the Seven Gods are too "quiet".

It is obviously the most commonly believed god in Westeros, but it has no sense of existence.

At one time, he believed that the Seven Gods were artificially fabricated gods, just to facilitate the strengthening of rule and the unification of the faith.

"The god is dead, so where will the power of faith that should belong to him go?" Samwell asked.

After all, the Seven Gods are still the mainstream belief in Westeros, and although there are not many fanatics, there must still be a lot of faith power.

"This ......," the Harpy suddenly hesitated.

"What? Is there anything you can't say? ”

Samwell's tone was flat, but in the ears of the Harpy it was like thunder.

She couldn't help but shiver, and hurriedly said:

"Lord Caesar, in fact, when our gods die, they all leave behind a crystal nucleus-like thing, which some people call Godhead. Eat the godhead of other gods, and you will be able to ...... You will be able to inherit the power of the other party's faith. ”

Samwell then understood why the Harpy hesitated to say anything.

It's because I'm worried that I'll be killed.

"Lord Caesar......" The Harpy saw that Samwell's eyes were getting colder and colder, and she was suddenly frightened and incoherent, "Don't kill me...... The Guise Empire has long since perished...... I don't have many devout believers at all...... I won't get much power of faith from killing you......"

"Don't be afraid, I won't kill you." Samwell smiled and reached out to pat the other man's shoulder, "As long as you don't hide it from me." ”

"Nothing to hide!" The Harpy hurriedly swore a curse.

Samwell smiled noncommittally and asked:

"What other gods did Rahlo kill?"

"Too many!" The harpy said with trepidation,

"Long before the first long night, Rahlo and the Daughter of Light joined forces to kill many gods, the Black Goat, the Weeping Lady, the Three Gods, and Semodor...... And the old gods of Westeros. ”

Samwell's eyes flashed slightly:

"The Old Gods were also killed by Rahlo?"

"Kill some." Harpy explained, "The Old Gods, or the Ancient Gods as they call themselves, is a catch-all term, and there are actually hundreds of gods, all old ones. The slowness of movement, coupled with the fact that the ancestors were driven north of the Neck by the Andals, led to a much smaller number of followers of the Old Gods, resulting in them being generally weak, and thus becoming a target for Rahlo.

However, Rahlo's killing also caused outrage, and everyone hated and hostilized him, so after discovering that you were the central figure in Rahlo's layout, so many gods secretly helped. ”

Samwell couldn't deny that.

Now that I think about it, I did get a lot of help from the gods.

Let's just say that this harpy did pass some illusions in the ancient city of Guise, allowing him to connect the two long nights.

He was also vaguely told about Nissa Nissa.

There are also various hints from the Three-Eyed Crow, bronze armor from the Old Gods, three dragon eggs and a yellow skull from the God of a Thousand Faces......

"Of course, Rahlo later discovered that it was too slow to rob the power of faith by killing the gods and plundering the godhead. That's what the Long Night Project came about...... I have to say that creating fear is really an excellent way to harvest faith.

I just don't know what those believers would think if they learned that their suffering actually came from the gods who prayed day and night. Hehe......"

"What kind of gods are you?" Samwell pouted disdainfully.

"Yes, you're right!" The Harpy quickly chimed in, "After all, we're just a bunch of poor worms trapped in the elemental sea. Really not worthy of the title of god. Perhaps only those who are truly detached from all this can be considered a true God. It's a pity, I don't know if anyone can do it......"

At the same time, the Harpy's eyes kept rolling on Samwell's body, and he stopped talking.

It seems to be curious whether the person in front of him, who has just saved the continent of Westeros, can break through the shackles with the power of this wave of faith and become a true god.

Samwell was still the same calm appearance, and he didn't seem to care if he could become a true god.

"You just said that the reason why Lahlo had to arrange the second long night was because something went wrong during the first long night, do you know what went wrong with him?"

"I don't know." The harpy shook her head, and then for fear that the other party would think that she had something to hide, and said,

"This involves Rahlo's greatest secret, and if I had known, I would not have survived today. If you want to figure this out, Lord Caesar, you'll have to find Lahlo for yourselves.

And you'd better find him as soon as possible, the further you delay, the weaker your faith will be, after all, humans are the most forgetful, and when this generation forgets the fear of the Long Night and the Stranger, it will gradually forget you. ”

Samwell nodded and said:

"So, what if I want to go back to my original world?"

"Can you feel your own being?" Harpy asked.

Samwell closed his eyes lightly and said:

"Yes."

"That's easy. All you need to do is use the power of faith to communicate with the ontology, and when the ontology reacts, you can build a 'bridge' back to the original world. Of course, I must warn you that doing so will be a great drain on the power of your faith. So, think twice before you do that. ”

"I will." Samwell nodded, and then turned into a golden light and disappeared into the elemental sea.

The harpy let out a sigh of relief, as if she had unloaded a thousand pounds of burden, and after looking left and right, she hurriedly left in the opposite direction.

After walking for a long time, she stopped, and saw a huge ancient tree standing in the elemental sea in front of her.

In the middle of the trunk is carved a bloody face, as if full of the vicissitudes of the ages and all the sorrows of the world.

"You see Caesar." The ancient tree opened his mouth and said.

"See." The Harpy said, "You say, will he finish off Lahlo?" ”

The ancient trees shook their branches and set off waves in the elemental sea:

"I don't know. Maybe, or maybe...... He will be the new Lachlo ......"

(End of chapter)