Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 514: Underground Giant

 Sansa Stark left the room with a heavy heart.

 In the garden, the snow was already deep, bending the branches and covering the statue with a white coat.

Winter in Winterfell is really beautiful. At this time, all the colors in the world are gone, except for black, white and gray.

 White towers, white snowflakes, white statues, black shadows and black trees, and the ever-grey sky.

 A monotonous world, a pure world, just like the nature of the Stark family.

At one time, Sansa hated this monotony so much that she even dreamed of escaping to the warm south, to the prosperous palace, and to see the colorful world.

 But when she wandered around in that world for a few years, she found that Winterfell was more suitable for her.

 She's always been a Stark.

 But now, she was forced to leave again.

 The raven brought news of the Wall, nightmarish news.

Sansa wished this was really a dream.

How could the Great Wall, which had stood in the north for thousands of years, suddenly collapse?

How could the White Walkers, who only existed in Old Nan’s stories, really come to the world?

Sansa stepped into the snow in a daze, her boots leaving ankle-deep holes in the smooth white snow but making no sound.

She walked through the frosty bushes, past the thin black trees, past the broken tower... She looked at all of these with great nostalgia, as if she wanted to imprint them in her mind forever.

 The flying snowflakes were like a lover's gentle kiss, crossing her face and melting due to her body temperature.

Sansa sniffed, stretched out her hand to wipe the water marks on her cheeks, and was about to go back to pack her things.

 But at this moment, a shadow appeared over Winterfell.

 She looked up in shock and saw the white dragon descending slowly.

 “Your Majesty Caesar!”

Sansa's gloomy mood seemed to be healed instantly. In the coming cold winter, only the dragon can give people warmth and hope. Of course, there is also the man who controls the dragon...

 She lifted up her skirt and ran out of the main castle until she came to the square out of breath.

 “Good morning, Lady Sansa.”

 “Good morning, good morning, Your Majesty.” Sansa’s cheeks were red and she saluted quickly.

 Then, with infinite expectation, she asked again:

“Your Majesty, you are here to save Winterfell, right?”

 What a pity, the man slowly shook his head:

"Sorry, Miss Sansa, I can't save Winterfell, at least not now. The White Walkers are coming fiercely. Winterfell has no soldiers, no food, and no dangerous terrain to withstand the impact of the tide of corpses. So, I'm here. You were notified to evacuate.”

The brightness in Sansa's eyes dimmed visibly:

 “Not even your Majesty…”

Samwell looked at the girl who was about to cry, sighed, stepped forward and rubbed her head, comforting her:

“The reason why we withdraw our fists is to fight out better. We are retreating south this time to fight back better in the future. Believe me, one day, we will eliminate the White Walkers and rebuild the northern border.”

Sansa seemed to feel the power from the man's palm, and her expression softened a little:

 “Well, I believe you, Your Majesty.”

“Okay, now take me to see Lady Catelyn.”

"Okay. Mother is summoning the family knights in the hall. Please come with me."

Samwell followed Sansa into the main castle. Before he entered the hall, he heard a fierce quarrel breaking out inside.

 “No! I will not leave Winterfell no matter what!”

"That's right! This is our hometown, our territory, and the place we swore to protect."

“But the Great Wall has collapsed and the White Walkers are marching south, so Ed has to decide..."

"I'm sorry, my lady, I have great respect for Lord Eddard, but now that he is no longer the Duke of Winterfell, he has no authority to give us orders."

“What about my son Rickon Stark, now Lord of Winterfell?”

 “Duke Rickon is not yet a minor.”

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Everyone heard a loud voice outside the door. When they turned around, they saw the young king appearing at the door without knowing it.

Mrs. Caitlin was relieved and quickly stepped forward to salute:

“Your Majesty, I didn’t expect you to come to Winterfell. We were unable to welcome you in time, so we ask for your forgiveness.”

“The situation is urgent, so you don’t have to worry about these things.” Samwell waved his hand, then walked through the crowd to the high platform.

Duke Rickon, who was sitting on the weirwood throne, quickly stood up.

Samwell smiled and nodded at him, but did not sit down. Instead, he turned to face everyone and said loudly:

"I just came back from the Great Wall of Despair. No one knows the situation there better than me. The Great Wall collapsed and the White Walkers' march southward has become unstoppable. Taking all things into consideration, I am planning to build a new line of defense in the Neck. Therefore, the area north of the Neck is The southward migration must be organized immediately.”

 The hall was silent for a second, but then it exploded.

“Your Majesty, you are giving up the entire northern territory!”

But what secrets are hidden in it is still unknown.

This secret probably dates back to the distant Dawn Era, to the war between the First Men and the Andals.

 Unfortunately, there is no documentary historical data about that era, only vague and even misleading legends.

Samwell could only try to piece together a vague picture based on what he saw and heard, plus some guesses.

While thinking, he continued to move forward along the tunnel.

As you walk, randomly select a few tombs to open.

As he had guessed, the tombs of these older Starks who had once been kings had long been empty, with nothing left behind.

 It seems that he has left here long ago and wandered around the world.

Not long after walking, the road in front of us was blocked by collapsed boulders.

The collapse of this kind of underground passage is extremely difficult to clean up. The craftsmen of Winterfell can only break up the boulders blocking the front and then carry them out bit by bit.

 This speed is naturally very slow.

Samwell looked at the boulder in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, put his hands on the stone wall, and started to exert force.

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 The boulder began to shake.

 But even if Samwell's strength is far beyond ordinary people, it is almost impossible to move the boulder.

Although the exposed part of the boulder is not large, it is probably a corner of an underground rock formation.

To move it is to fight against the whole earth.

However, Samwell did not give up easily.

His eyes gradually turned golden, his body gradually expanded, and exaggerated muscle lines gradually became prominent on the surface of his clothes.

boom! boom! boom!

As the mental attribute transformed into the power attribute, Samwell's heart began to beat violently, and blood surged throughout his body like a surging tide.

 Click!

 A series of spider web-like cracks covered the boulders densely.

　　Boom!

 The next second, the boulder exploded into pieces under Samwell’s terrifying power.

 But he did not stop and continued to move forward.

　　Boom! boom! boom!

Huge boulders turned into countless fragments under Samwell's hammering, and the earth trembled with his footsteps.

As Samwell continued to move deeper into the ground, the biting cold gradually subsided, and an unknown warmth began to fill the air.

 Like the breath of spring.

 After walking for an unknown amount of time, Samwell suddenly stopped.

He reached into his pocket and took out the horn inlaid with strange bronze patterns—

 The horn that blew down the Great Wall of Despair,

 The legendary Horn of Winter.

For some reason, as he continued to move deeper into the ground, this horn gradually emitted a wave of witchcraft.

 It was only then that Samwell was finally able to feel that it was unusual.

 He rubbed the bronze decoration on the horn, with golden flames flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, Samwell could feel the horn having an inexplicable strong temptation on him, tempting him to blow it.

But Samwell certainly wouldn't do that.

 Whether it is the Dragon's Horn or the Winter's Horn, it seems that a sacrifice is required before it can be blown.

 He does not want to be a sacrifice.

 As time goes by, the witchcraft wave emitted by the Horn of Winter becomes stronger and stronger.

 At the same time, the temperature underground is getting higher and higher.

 Later, Samwell felt as if he had returned to midsummer.

Seeing that the temperature was still rising, Samwell was preparing to go back temporarily in order to avoid being roasted.

 But the moment he turned around, the Horn of Winter suddenly lit up with a red light.

The scene in front of Samwell's eyes blurred for a while, and his vision passed through unknown layers of rocks, going down, down, and down again...

In the seemingly endless underground abyss, he saw a giant.

Not the so-called "giants" who are only three or four people tall outside the Great Wall, but real giants!

 In front of it, Samwell was as small as a bug.

If it wakes up and crawls out of the ground, perhaps the entire Winterfell will collapse in an earthquake.

 But fortunately, it closed its eyes and made no sound.

 I don’t know if he is dead,

 Still fell into a deep sleep.

 (End of this chapter)

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