Chapter 5 Walking in Fire
At first it was just a faint flame.
Long Zell watched as the young red-robed monk was wrapped in the faint flames, and his body gradually became charred, but he seemed not to feel the pain, and instead stared at him feverishly.
As if to encourage myself to go faster.
These two red-robed monks are not orthodox believers of the Red God. They are actually famous heretics in the great temple.
The Red God R'hllor, or Lord of Light, Heart of Flame, God of Shadow and Fire, God of Heat and Life. His faith is widespread on the continent of Essos, where the trading city-state is located. Believers firmly believe that the eternal struggle between the great Red God and the evil Cold God determines the direction of the world. They regard the King of Light as the true god and denounce other gods as evil gods and false gods.
But Ben Toro and his young apprentice Malach had some objections to this. Both red monks came from ancient Valyrian families before becoming monks. Although they believe in the Lord of Light and acknowledge His greatness. But they believed more in the power of the dragons and the greatness of the ancient Valyrian gods and dragon kings. While the Valyrian Freehold ruled the lands west of the Bone Mountains, R'hllor's faith was hidden among slaves and commoners. The Dragonlords of Valyria regard themselves as gods, and they regard even the Valyrian gods as clay puppets. Not to mention the beliefs of slaves and commoners.
Malach, a young man with more radical ideas, even believed that R'hllor was just a lie created by the dragon kings to appease the people. He didn't even realize that his own name was related to R'hllor.
Although his beliefs are actually quite pure. Even more pure and pious than those monks in the big temple who talk about the only true god all day long.
It seems that due to their Valyrian blood, the fire magic of the two of them is far stronger than that of other monks at the same time. Therefore, although the monks of the Great Temple were dissatisfied with their heretical remarks, they could only turn a blind eye because they still needed their magic to support the show.
Until the two accepted Cleolius's recruitment and studied the mysteries of magic and dragons with him.
"Master Ben Toro, you promised me." Long Zell raised his dagger. "Malach won't die."
Ben Toro shook his head: "Lord, before I came, I had seen the oracle of the King of Light from the flames. He is happy to see your attempt today, so His request is just a bit of flesh and blood, not life. ”
The old red-robed monk lowered his head: "The blood of the Dragon King's descendants, the flesh of devout believers, and the pure fire can pierce the fog of history and show the lost boy the true path."
Malach nodded encouragingly again, dug with the dagger in his hand, cut out a large piece of flesh from his heart, and threw it into the fire.
The flames suddenly jumped up, and the originally faint colorless flames gradually solidified. These flames surrounded Long Zell, but did not burn up, as if they were longing for something.
"Father, I hope this can help me strengthen my determination to go on."
Ronzel pricked his palm.
The blood mixed with a hint of silver streaked across the Valyrian steel dagger, and was stained with a strange black luster.
The drop of blood fell slowly.
The moment it drips into the flames.
The flame seemed to take a deep breath of enjoyment and swept up in an instant.
The sea of fire spread and flooded the entire laboratory almost in the blink of an eye.
Benedict looked at the raging sea of fire with intoxication. He stepped on the flames and let the flames burn his body.
The drowning feeling comes and goes like a tide. Long Zell looked at the dark surroundings warily.
Without warning, the dark surroundings were filled with sudden bursts of light, and Long Zell closed his eyes involuntarily.
What followed was an incredibly majestic piece of music.
It seemed like countless hands were reaching out from all directions. Stirring the same chords that spread in all directions.
First is the extremely powerful movement.
Long Zell groped and walked in the great light that once again occupied his field of vision until the music played.
The sea of grass grows and the trees sprout.
Short green shadows wandered in the endless forest, and tall mountains rose from the ground.
Then the movement gradually comes to a rest.
The ubiquitous music is gentle and soothing, like a river flowing quietly. Huge turtles sang in the river, the forest sea split open, and the river surged.
Human-like figures with goat's horns built cities and planted seeds by the river.
Long Zell frowned
Is this history?
The young man slowly walked up to the sheep-headed figure, and the shadow whose face could not be seen clearly raised the hammer and struck it down hard.
Fire splattered.
The music is exciting.
The sound of music is everywhere, sometimes passionate and sometimes sharp.
Half of the world is burning, and the other half seems to be frozen, falling into endless silence.
Long Zell couldn't help but quicken his pace. He felt endless fear chasing him.
One after another, figures with crowns passed by him. Some of them had eyes like pearls, some had a pair of tourmaline eyes, and some had topaz in their eyes.
There are only the last two figures. One figure has eyes like amethyst, looking down at the running boy. Another figure has eyes like blood jade, looking up to the endless sky.
The stars struggled to tear apart the endless light, and flesh and blood grew wildly. These stars hung in the sky, as if their eyes were staring at the boundless earth.
The man raised the flaming sword, and a faint music sounded at this moment, but it was covered by sometimes passionate and sometimes sharp music.
The figure with amethyst eyes suddenly exploded, and countless vague magic dragons fluttered their wings, some rushed towards the stars in the sky, and some rushed towards the half frost.
"boom!"
Long Zell only heard a sudden earth-shattering explosion behind him, and then the magic dragon fell. There were ruins in front of him. Two silver dragons danced gracefully on the ruins. The young man looked at the silver dragon's dance in a daze. The silver dragon suddenly flapped its wings and arrived at Long Zell's side in the blink of an eye.
I'm flying.
Long Zell lay down as if reflexively, tightly grasping the bulge in front of him.
It's the West.
Long Zell immediately judged the direction.
I'm flying west.
He saw endless fields and hills.
The iron sword is like a forest, and the corpses of six giant dragons sleep in the iron sword. A young dragon has its head cut off and falls outside the iron sword. A half-dead dragon floats beside the iron sword.
The hunter drew his bow, and the tower caught fire. The roses bloom quietly behind the scenes.
The giant wolf roared in the north, one trout fell, another floated, and on the tall weirwoods, a group of crows pecked at the eyes of the stag.
The scorching sun was setting in the west, long stars were passing through the sun, and the iron doors were tightly closed, blocking the afterglow of the setting sun.
The green dragon bleeds in flames.
The falcon was knocked down from the sky by lightning.
The dragons rose into the sky and fell one after another.
The dragon's blood was spilled, and countless living creatures and plants grew accordingly.
A variegated dragon with a crown wanders the sea.
The silver dragon is still flying.
Ronzel saw a high wall.
There is also a pair of blue eyes.
There was a trance in consciousness.
Wait until you come to your senses. All that was left in front of him was the extinguishing flame.
There was also a voice that only he could hear.
"Go to the East. To conquer the East you need to go to the West first."
"Go to the west and wait for the final chapter of the Song of Ice and Fire."
"Silver dragons and stars, fire and ice, smoke and salt, go and wait for the final chapter of fate."
"God is nagging" Long Zell actually doesn't have much respect for oracles and prophecies in his heart, but at least this proves that he has done nothing wrong now.
When the flames went out, Long Zell didn't bother to put on his clothes. He rushed to the charred Marach and together with Ben Toro supported the red-robed monk who voluntarily sacrificed himself.
Ben Toro did not hesitate, and his lips were gently close to the part of Marach that could not be seen clearly whether it was his face, nose or mouth, and a burst of fire surged into Marach's body.
Malach suddenly opened his eyes that could no longer see the eyeballs. "Did you succeed?" The charred lips were torn, and what was exposed was still charcoal. His vocal cords had been burned and he could only make muffled sounds.
Seeing Long Zell and Ben Duluo nodding, Marach finally felt relieved.
Long Zell put his hand on his mouth, and a drop of blood slipped.
The flame that was almost visible to the naked eye rekindled from Malach's body, and soon after, the flesh and blood began to regenerate from the charcoal.
"Malach will still need some time to recover." Ben Toro closed his disciple's eyes. "The Lord of Light's resurrection spell only puts his soul back into his body. Flame is the source of life and the source of destruction. Without your blood, what I resurrect is just a corpse."
"So you still hid it from me, right, Master Ben Toro."
"This is a necessary sacrifice." Ben Toro looked at his disciple. "Malach is extremely willing to return to the Lord of Light to guide your path. But you have given him a chance to live a new life, so I ask you to keep him and let this child replace the old me and provide you with magic. consultation.”
Long Zell nodded, "Don't worry, I won't treat my own people badly. So I still have a question."
"Excuse me."
"What did you see in the flames?" Longzell asked.
As an acolyte of the Lord of Light, interpreting the prophecies in the flames is a necessary skill. Although he did not see as much as Long Zell, the center of the ritual, he must have seen something.
"I see you sailing away in your ship, drawing your sword from the flames and shadows."
"I see you standing on the side of the red mountains, with silver piled beside you like a sea."
"I see you wearing a bronze crown, standing beside a throne made of iron swords."
So said Ben Toro.
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