This is probably "the old does not go, the new does not come"?

The Castle Darker's serene expression suggested that he should have no pain when he died, and Egger could only comfort himself in his heart. He, the new commander-in-chief, had just been elected, and he hadn't even made an inaugural speech, let alone made any preparations for the death of Master Aemon, plus all kinds of ghosts, snakes, and gods were present......

After much thought, he finally did not speak at the funeral, but was given a speech by the Chief Ranger and Sam, the "personal disciple" of Maester Aemon.

After the two men looked back on the life of the old bachelor in a heavy tone, and announced that "his watch is over", the firewood under the corpse was lit by the torch, and the orange-yellow flame swished out and exploded from the ignition point under the help of the oil, and quickly spread to the entire pyre.

This is the Black Castle, where the Night's Watch was supposed to have a full ritual to bury the dead, but since the Surrendering Wildlings confirmed that buried dead can still emerge from the ground as ghouls, the Night's Watch has come to accept the usual practice of the outside of the Cypriots: cremation instead of other ways of dealing with the dead.

Coincidentally, this is also the way Eamon's will asks for his body to be disposed of.

The firelight gradually illuminated the faces of the onlookers, and reflected them in their eyes. Several people had their own concerns, but they were all silent, just staring at Master Ammon who was gradually engulfed in flames.

......

Bowen Marcy, Auxer Yawick and other local forces of Castle Black gathered together to think about how to break the deadlock and ease relations with Iger, who had opposed it at the beginning, but finally fought a way to win the election, and by the way, showed loyalty.

And Jon Royce, who risked his life to sue Iger a week ago, still doesn't understand why his actions contributed to the enemy's victory.

At the moment when everyone was silent, he was so angry that he almost trembled.

"Jon, that Dennis guy has written to me and told me that Egger isn't going to do anything to us. Don't come out again, keep a low profile, and I'll protect you. ”

"Are you serious about Dennis's words? If it weren't for his betrayal, how would a villain like Egger have a chance to take the position?"

"Say no more, Jon!" Carter shouted in a low voice, "Dennis is not our man in the first place, where did the betrayal come from?As for Egger, I hate him as much as you do, but no matter what, he wins now and wins, and Iger is now the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch, and holds the power of life and death for all the Night's Watch. You will either rebel and overthrow him, or you will obey him unconditionally, the Great Wall is no better than anywhere else in the south, and there is no third way to go! Everything that happened before can be said to be for the sake of the election, from now on, don't give him any more tricks to deal with you!"

Knowing that Carter was doing it for his own good, Jon stopped talking, just staring at the fire with hatred, secretly clenching his fists.

"Rest assured, when the funeral is over, Iger will definitely burn a few fires from his office. If he publicly announces the removal of me as the commander of the East Sea Wang, or insists on transferring you to facilitate the murder, I will chop him up on the spot. Carter also looked at the fire without squinting, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "The king-killer's karma is amazing, and he has to accept it if he doesn't accept it." But I don't believe that Egger, who has been thinking about intrigues all day, can stop my tomahawk. ”

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Also staring at the fire were a large group of expectant reformist supporters, ordinary neutral soldiers who were confused about what was ahead, and a red-robed witch from Asha.

The priests of the Red God are adept at finding the truth from the flames, but today, Melisandre is not prophesying. She was waiting, waiting for a miracle to happen.

A few months ago, Iger revealed speculation in a conversation with her that the "King's Blood" was the "Targaryen's" Blood. The whole set of arguments is logically self-consistent and has no obvious loopholes, and successfully convinces her to stop using the brains of the king of the outside world, Mance Raide, and his children.

And now, there is a better opportunity to prove that he is right or wrong.

Maester Aemon, whose full name is Aemon Targaryen, is the third son of King Mekka I, who came to the Wall to join the Night's Watch in order to avoid being "yellow-robed" and becoming a tool used by those who want to provoke the Iron Throne...... Too much time has passed, and he deliberately concealed his surname, so that the whole of the Seven Kingdoms, including most of the brothers in black, have forgotten his identity.

Melisandre was a priestess of the Red God and had a close relationship with the king. When she begins to search for members of the dragon family who are still alive, she soon discovers that she has one by her side - and not an illegitimate child or some other messy identity, but "both Targaryen blood and Targaryen surname", a fake Targaryen.

In the months following this discovery, factions within the Night's Watch have been at odds with each other, and the Red-robed Lady has been trying to obtain Maester Amon's body tissue or blood.

Unfortunately, the old man had been bald for years, and as for his flesh and blood, he would probably have been hacked to death by the angry Castle Black Night's Watch, so the matter had to be postponed again and again.

Melisandre had planned to wait for the old man to cut his nails...... But not anymore.

In the flames, everything is hidden, and if there is power in the bodies of the members of the Targaryen family, commonly known as the true dragon bloodline, then when the flames engulf Aemon's body, this power will be released!

......

The fire spread rapidly, licking the corners of Aemon's clothes, and the Night's Watchman, who had been blessed with his kindness, began to weep and even weep, while Melisandre narrowed her eyes and focused her attention like never before.

After a few seconds, her eyelids jumped.

Here it comes!

The moment the tongue of fire licked Maester Aemon's body, a faint but clearly visible wave of magic power diffused from the cremation pile. Maester Aemon wasn't a wizard after all, and he wasn't trained to wield extraordinary powers, and this magic was not powerful or refined, but it unexpectedly gave Melisandre a sense of familiarity. It was as if she had suddenly returned to her youth. This was what she experienced decades ago when her guide, the unfathomable High Red God Priest, appeared like a god descending into the world, singled her out of the slaves as an apprentice, and demonstrated the powers bestowed by the Lord of Light to her face for the first time.

Iger guessed right, there is really power in Targaryen's blood!

But this was just the beginning, and the burning reaction that was raging in the arena wasn't going to stop just because Melisandre had an answer. What just caused the magic fluctuation was the burned hairs on Maester Emon's face, and you must know that the whole body of this Targaryen was in the fire at the moment, even the belt bones, flesh and blood, not a single hair was missing!

After a few heartbeats, flames spread across the pyre, setting light to the clothes that Maester Aemon was still wearing. After the fur and cloth were quickly burned and turned into ashes, the old man's torso began to be directly roasted, and half a minute later, the late Castle Black Bachelor was completely engulfed in flames and turned into a humanoid firewood.

With the smell of burning flesh and fat, the faint magic fluctuations that had been before suddenly intensified like an explosion, and in the blink of an eye, it strengthened to an incredible extent.

Just like a survivor who survives in the desert, he only wants a few drops of water to survive, but he dug out a powerful underground spring, and the water gushes out, forming a lake in an instant! In the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard of Castle Black, as if the sky and the earth were overwhelmed by this breath, surprise quickly turned into fright, Melisandre was shocked to the point of helplessness for the first time since she was taught, and in a trance, she even felt that the god she believed in— The Lord of Light, Lakhlo, descends to Castle Black, suspended in mid-air and quietly looking down on a group of mortals dressed in black, spreading his power and grace!

When you look up, the gray sky is of course empty, except for snowflakes that have been driven away by the heat wave or are rapidly melting. After being stunned for a moment, the witch suddenly realized that what she should do now is not to be shocked, but to use this power as soon as possible, and don't let them drift and dilute, and waste them in vain!

Casting a spell secretly, the witch began to draw on the surging but ownerless magic in the air. The flames grew louder and stronger, and the heat soon forced the surrounding Night's Watch soldiers back a step, and with it increased the flames of a huge amount of magic that gushed out like a gushing spring, and soon increased to the point that it would make any wizard's heart ache...... Such a huge amount of magical power, because the owner is dead and cannot be controlled, can only aimlessly escape in all directions, ninety percent of it dissipates in the cold air of the Great Wall, and only a small part can be absorbed by oneself and turned into one's own use.

It would be nice to be able to get a little closer to the fire, or even walk into the fire and touch the body of Maester Amon!

Reason helps the witch to suppress her crazy thoughts, and it soon turns out that it doesn't matter what you do.

Melisandre has not consumed mana these days, and her body is almost full of mana, and she suddenly faces this inexhaustible energy - just like a survivor in the desert, no matter how thirsty she was a moment ago, how much she wanted to drink the water of this world, but she was really soaked in the lake that suddenly appeared, and she still had to think about not drowning.

Melisandre was lucky, at least the magical lake couldn't drown, and she knew how to "swim" in it. First, she had the luxury of repairing the hidden wounds caused by the backlash caused by the cold spear forcibly interrupted by a strange ghost's ice spear, and then filled her body with magical power, including her nails and even her hair, and finally she couldn't do it anymore, so she began to stuff the large red hedron embedded in the necklace around her neck.

Sadly, this necklace is not for this purpose. Its original function was to continuously absorb and store free energy in this magically thin world, providing additional or life-saving backup mana in the event that the owner was traumatized, poisoned, or cast a powerful spell that was ineffective. Magic crystals are not disposable, but they rarely accept mana from the outside world - mages often don't have enough mana themselves, how can they feed back to external objects?

In the past, every little bit of magic accumulated would be greedily taken away by the owner, but today it is constantly infused until it is red and hot, and any more magic power will explode.

After doing all this, the "survivors" not only drank themselves, but even the bottles and cans they carried with them were full. But the cremation pyre, which was burning a centenarian Targaryen, was still spewing out magic as if it didn't want money.

(Stop!) Let me collect and preserve this Targaryen's body and blood until the critical moment...... It is an inexhaustible source of demonic or spell-casting materials, and it will be able to establish miraculous feats in this war of ice and fire!)

Melisandre cried out inwardly, but she knew that if she did do such a thing as destroying the funeral in public and using Aemon's corpse as a spell casting material, the Wall would have no place for her. The red-robed woman, who was omnipotent in the eyes of ordinary people, could only watch the fire gradually burn to its peak state at this moment, helplessly watching the huge amount of magic power that she had accumulated over the years to cast spells gushing out and drifting back to heaven and earth.

What saddened her the most was that there was not even a second person at the scene who could feel this power and witness this miracle with her and share this heartache.

Is that so?

Reluctantly, she looked around the scene, eventually resting on the new Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch, the Child of Prophecy. These magic powers will be wasted anyway, so it is better to use them to do some tricks and do something meaningful.

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