Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 283 Immortal

  Across the Narrow Sea, Qarth.

  Daenerys Targaryen was walking in the darkness, and the sound of the wings of the black dragon Drogon could be heard overhead.

   calmed her nervousness a little.

  She thought that the wizard's Immortal Hall was a magnificent place, but she didn't expect it to be so eerie.

   "Remember, Daenerys, after entering, take the door on the right, and always only take the first door on the right." The wizard's warning still echoed in his ears.

  Daenerys pushed open the stone door on the right and entered a long, dark corridor. There was a moldy carpet under her feet, and the air was filled with the smell of corruption.

   On the right is a row of smoking torches, but the doors are all on the left.

   Disturbing voices came from behind the door.

  Daenerys tried not to listen, to push the door on the left.

   "Take the first door on the right." She kept the wizard's warning in mind and walked forward quickly, but she didn't find the door on the right.

   "Little princess. You are back."

   This familiar voice stopped Daenerys in her tracks. It was the voice of old Sir William Darry.

  She turned her head and saw a red wooden door carved with lifelike animals on the left—

   That was her home in Braavos.

  The only place that gave her warmth in her childhood memories. At that time, old Sir William could still provide shelter, and her brother was not crazy yet.

   "Come to me, my princess, you are home. You are safe."

  Daenerys wanted to push the door open, but she kept the wizard's warning in mind, and besides, Ser William was long dead.

   All of this is an illusion, a lie.

  She ran away in tears, and the long corridor stretched forward, with endless doors on the left and only torches on the right.

   Still no door.

   After running for an unknown amount of time, a pair of huge bronze doors appeared on the left, and the doors opened automatically.

  Inside the door, an old man in fine clothes sat on a tall and spiny throne, with silver-gray hair.

   "Let me reign over charred bones and roasted flesh!" he cried. "Make me Lord of Ashes!"

  The black dragon Drogon screamed, urging Daenerys forward.

  She came to the second open bronze door, and inside was a man like her brother Viserys, but taller.

   "Call him Aegon," the man said to the woman who was breastfeeding on the bed. "It's the best name for a king."

   "Would you write a song for him?" asked the woman wearing a wreath of winter snow roses.

   "He already has a song." The man said, "He is the prince in the prophecy, and his song is the Song of Ice and Fire."

   As he spoke, the man looked out the door, and his eyes met Daenerys.

   "There is one more..." He didn't know whether he was speaking to the woman wearing the wreath, or to Daenerys, "The dragon has three heads..."

  Drogon the black dragon flapped his wings and urged her on.

   Daenerys stopped watching and walked on in silence, when the torch suddenly started to go out.

   Silent darkness shrouded it, and the promenade seemed endless, never ending.

  Daenerys looks for the door on the right, but she can't find it, the door is only on the left.

  The corridor has come to an end, and there is no way ahead.

   There is still no door on the right side.

   Is there an invisible door? Daenerys groped around the stone wall on the right, but still found nothing.

  But she suddenly realized that the first door on the right is the last door on the left.

  She slams open the door on the left and enters a hall.

   There was a group of people standing in the hall. They were wearing gorgeous robes, their faces were solemn and solemn, beams of sunlight slanted in, and even the air seemed to become holy.

   "Daenerys of the Targaryen family, welcome to the eternal feast, we are the immortals of Qarth." A man who looked like a king said.

   "We've been waiting for you for a long time." The woman in the red dress said.

   "We knew you would come, as early as a thousand years ago." The wizard wearing a tall hat said, "The red comet is the guide we sent."

  Daenerys walked forward involuntarily, and they stretched out their hands, grabbed her, and surrounded her.

   "Come, join our banquet, share our knowledge, here, you can get everything you want." They said.

  Daenerys' eyes began to blur.

   But at that moment, the wings of the black dragon Drogon slammed against her head, and an angry scream pierced the air.

   Hot flames surged out, and all the illusions in front of me dissipated.

  The voice of the Witch of Qarth suddenly sounded in my ear:

   "Remember who you are, Daenerys. Remember who you are..."

  Daenerys woke up suddenly, and only then discovered in horror that those gorgeously dressed immortals just now turned out to be almost skeleton bodies.

   Their flesh and blood have long since withered, and they are not breathing.

   Immortals are dead?

   "We are...alive..." they seem to be responding, "We are...immortal..."

   Their withered fingers tugged at Daenerys, as if yearning for her flesh, her life.

   But Dragonfire devoured them.

  Daenerys heard the screams of the immortals as they burned, stumbling and writhing.

  In the flames, she saw the blue sea and the violent wind and waves.

  A tall and handsome black-haired man stood by the sea, wearing a bronze armor engraved with magic patterns, and the giant sword in his hand was as dazzling as the setting sun. One of his eyes is red gold and the other is pure white, behind him is a raging sea of ​​flames and—

dragon!

  White dragon!

  Daenerys saw a white dragon behind the man!

   "Who are you?" She asked aloud, her tone full of expectation.

  It's a pity that the man ignored her, but a sad smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

   "Are you my brother?" Daenerys strode forward and rushed into the flames, "Are you also of the blood of the dragon?"

  The man still didn't respond. Half of his body was covered in flames, while the other half was covered in ice and snow.

  The sadness in his eyes gradually disappeared, turning into indifferent silence.

   Surrounded by countless figures whose faces cannot be seen clearly, they are paying homage to the man, cheering and praising, as if they are welcoming the arrival of a king.

   "Tell me your name!" Daenerys chased his figure, rushed through the flames, and a door suddenly appeared in front, emitting bright light.

   She fell into the sunlight, faltering.

  As soon as Daenerys turned her head, she saw that she had walked out of the Temple of Immortality, and the smoke was seeping from the cracks in the stone walls of the ancient palace like vines.

  The wizard is swearing loudly in some unknown language, looking very angry.

  The next second, he actually drew his dagger and rushed towards Daenerys, but was knocked to the ground by Ser Jorah Mormont's whip.

  The knight chased away the mad wizard, turned around and saw Daenerys kneeling on the ground with a dazed look, and asked with concern:

   "My queen, what's wrong with you?"

  But Daenerys turned a deaf ear, just staring blankly at the void in front of her, and murmured a name she had never heard before:

   "Caesar..."