Chapter 18 Blood is the currency of the magic world, life is more valuable

Although he knew that his smooth journey was not easy, after Marach confirmed it, Longzel still felt a little strange.

Whether the Lord of Light R'hllor existed or not, whether the great "will" hidden behind the scenes in the form of R'hllor that Marach and other heretics believed in existed or not. Father Cleorius probably knew it very well in the years of crazy pursuit of magic. But he still made all preparations without hesitation and left these preparations to himself.

The gods will ask for rewards if they give favors. This is the truth of the magic world. The old gods of Westeros protected the ancestors, but they asked for bloody sacrifices. The black goat god of Qohor is also said to have supreme power, but Qohor's altar is full of blood. The Lord of Light seems to control everything about fire, but he also asks for blood and life.

The gods gave him powerful magic, a precocious mind, and a nearly well-arranged journey to Valyria. When seeking enlightenment in the flames, the gods almost told Longzel to go to Westeros, even if he might face various dangers.

The prophecy that Malach just chanted was an ancient prophecy that spread throughout Asshai and even all over the East Continent. According to legend, Azor Ahai, the hero who ended the Long Night, exchanged his wife for the sword "Lightbringer" to defeat the evil alien god representing the Long Night. However, the evil god is immortal, and he will bring a harsher winter to the world.

The Wall of Despair in the north of Westeros and the Five Fortresses in the north of the Kingdom of Dawn are all outposts to resist him.

But the outposts and walls cannot really resist the resurgence of the evil god. Only when the hero comes again can the world be saved. ,

Longzel knew in his heart that he was not the hero in the prophecy, but the gods seemed to imply that due to his intervention, this prophecy might be fulfilled more in line with the gods' intentions.

So they invested in themselves.

Then those gods who use the human world as a chessboard must also pay more.

Marah saw Longzel's expression and suddenly smiled.

"Lord Longzel, you finally figured it out." Marah jumped off the black stone and opened his arms, as if to embrace something. "Did you hear that? When you made up your mind to join this chaotic movement, the King of Light had already provided you with investment."

Longzel's brain suddenly flashed a tingling pain, as if two dragon shadows passed through his mind.

The boy couldn't help but cover his head.

"Master Marah." Seeing that the red-robed monk was not in a good situation, Valar took Ago and Lin En and slowly moved to Longzel, and protected Rey behind him. "What are you doing?" Valar also saw the five dragon eggs and the dragon bone horn.

"The sarcophagus that sealed the flame has appeared in the world." Marah shouted. "And the horn that summons the dragon has also come here."

He leaned over and picked up the horn. Just as Longzel was about to stop him, he saw flames suddenly burning on the red monk.

"Young dragons are not enough to support the Lord to complete the great cause of God." The red monk raised the horn.

"What are you going to do?" Longzel hurriedly reached out and tried to manipulate the blood left in the red monk's body to forcibly stop his magic.

But Longzel failed. The flame seemed to burn his own blood at the beginning.

No, it was the blood of the red monk. He was actually equivalent to another self now.

"What do you want to do?" Longzel was anxious. "The horn of the Valyrian Dragon King, don't think I don't know what it is? It is recorded in the family's collection of books that the dragon kings drove slaves to blow the horn with their lives to summon dragons for the dragon king. That is not a dragon taming horn at all, it is something that guides the direction."

"I know." Malach's tongue began to burn, but his voice was extremely clear. "Because the King of Light guided me to point out the direction for you." His voice became louder and louder.

"Blood for fire, fire for blood, the currency of the magic world is blood, but life is more valuable." Malach put the horn close to his mouth.

Longzel could clearly feel that Malach's own blood in Malach's body had burned out, and now it was his own blood that was still flowing in his body.

"For an eternal and bright future!"

Malach blew the horn.

No sound came out.

But Malach's burning body began to decay rapidly, his throat glowed red like magma, his skin cracked, and his eyes turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Longzel understood what Malach did.

He is a seeker. And a martyr.

He is a heretic of the Red God, rejected by most of the Red God priests, but it was him who, after communicating with his mentor and Cleolius, received the Red God's revelation in the flames.

So he came here.

First, he used his life once to exchange for a more accurate prophecy.

Then he was finally martyred here.

He used his life to ignite the remains of the gods.

Although they could not hear the sound of the horn, Longzel, Valar and Rey felt a palpitation at the same time.

"Brother, I feel a little uncomfortable." Rey squatted down uncomfortably. Valar resisted the discomfort and took his brother into his arms.

Longzel looked at Malach and the horn that gradually turned into ashes and sighed deeply.

Five fossil dragon eggs suddenly flashed a ray of light.

It seemed that something was revived in these dragon eggs.

The rock shell on the eggshell quietly cracked.

But no one noticed this.

Because everyone's attention was attracted by another thing.