Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 534 Poor guy

The harpy saw that there was not much surprise on Samwell's face, and she immediately understood.

 “Have you guessed this a long time ago?”

"Hmm." Samwell nodded and asked, "So the long night ten thousand years ago was also caused by R'hllor?"

"Yes. You may not know that the power of faith that can be obtained through normal preaching is really very little. Except for a small number of fanatic believers, most people say they believe in gods, but they are not pious in their hearts. What they can contribute is They have little power of faith. These guys will only show heartfelt piety when they encounter bad luck and pray to the gods.

 Just because he discovered this, R'hllor came up with a brilliant idea—

 Create a doomsday catastrophe that can destroy mankind, so that you can take the opportunity to harvest the power of faith.

So there was the first long night, the White Walkers appeared for the first time on the continent of Westeros, and the Kingdom of Dawn in the center of the Essos continent was destroyed by monsters emerging from the darkness..."

"Wait." Samwell interrupted, "How did R'hllor create so many monsters in the night and darkness? Is he so powerful?"

The Harpy shook her head and said: "If He was really so powerful, he wouldn't be trapped in the elemental sea like us. How did R'hllor create the Long Night? To be honest, I don't know. The entire element No one in the sea knew that it was R'hllor's greatest secret.

 He is already proficient in the witchcraft of light and shadow, ice and fire. Perhaps the secret of the long night is related to this.

As for those monsters, they are not monsters at all, but believers of R'hllor. Of course, in front of these believers, he will change his identity, such as the so-called cold god. "

Hearing this, Samwell asked:

“Is the Daughter of Light also another identity of R’hllor?”

"No. The Daughter of Light is R'hllor's wife." The Harpy said, "The first long night was created by the cooperation of these two people. However, just when the first long night was about to end, Rach Luo killed the Daughter of Light.”

"Why?"

“I don’t know. We guess it is related to the power of faith. It may be that the spoils are unevenly distributed.”

 Samwell was silent.

 He had a vague feeling that there might be another reason for R'hllor to kill his wife.

Furthermore, according to legend, Azor Ahai, the hero who led mankind to end the First Long Night, also killed his wife Nissa Nissa.

 These two are probably not a coincidence.

Also, when facing the Night King, R'hllor actually appeared in person and tempted Samwell to kill his wife Daenerys, saying that this was the only way to end the long night.

 This obviously shows that killing his wife must have extraordinary significance to R'hllor.

Thinking of this, Samwell glanced at the harpy.Please visit fr𝐞𝐞w𝒏.𝒸𝑜𝔪 website to read fastest update

He always felt that this guy seemed respectful, but he might have some reservations.

However, Samwell did not press the question, gently skipped the topic, and asked instead:

“After the first long night, didn’t R’hllor harvest enough power of faith? Why do we have to do it a second time?”

"It should be that the power of faith harvested in the first time was not enough for him to break through the restrictions of the elemental sea, so he had a second time. However, this time, all his plans have come true for you... Hehe, maybe R'hllor is still preparing for the third one. The second night is here."

Samwell’s eyes narrowed and he immediately asked:

 “Do you know how to find R’hllor?”

"You are making things too difficult for me." The Harpy spread her hands and looked helpless, "The elemental sea is vast and full of dangers. It is extremely difficult to find people here. You must have tried it before. Have some idea about this.

 Furthermore, R'hllor must be avoiding you now. After all, you have just become the savior of Westeros, and countless powers of faith have gathered in you. At this time, no one dares to confront you head-on.

 But as time goes by, your strength will gradually weaken. After all, humans are the most forgetful race, hehe.

Hundreds or thousands of years later, the generations who have personally experienced the Long Night will die one after another, and future generations will gradually forget you. Please forgive me for being blunt, but this is the reality.

 At that time, R'hllor will no longer avoid you. "

Samwell nodded expressionlessly, and was about to ask something more when he suddenly heard a sharp neighing sound.

Like a baby's scream, the sound is like a steel needle, piercing the depths of the soul.

Samwell frowned slightly, and the harpy immediately grunted, swaying, and almost fell down.

 “Run! It’s an elemental evil spirit!”

"Elemental evil spirits?" Samwell was just wondering when he saw a large black wave suddenly appeared in front of him.

 “Nothing to hide!” the harpy swore quickly.

 Samwell smiled noncommittally and asked again:

“What other gods has R’hllor killed?”

 “Too many!” the harpy said with lingering fear,

"Long before the First Long Night, R'hllor and the Lady of Light joined forces to kill many gods, including the Black Goat, the Weeping Lady, the Three Gods, Shimodor... and you old gods in Westeros. "

 Samwell’s eyes flickered:

 “The Old God was also killed by R’hllor?”

"Kill some of them." The harpy explained. "The old gods, or the ancient gods as they call themselves, are a collective name. There are actually hundreds of gods, all of them old guys. They are slow to move, and they are slow to move. The First Men were driven north of the Neck by the Andals, and there were fewer believers in the old gods. As a result, they were generally weak, and they became R'hllor's target.

However, R'hllor's killing also aroused public outrage. Everyone hated him and was hostile to him. That's why so many gods secretly provided help after discovering that you became the core figure of R'hllor's layout. "

 Samwell couldn't deny this.

Now that I think about it carefully, I have indeed received a lot of help from the gods.

Let’s just say that this harpy did pass some illusions in the ancient city of Gis, allowing him to connect the two long nights.

 Also told him vaguely about Nissa Nissa.

There are also various reminders from the three-eyed crow, the bronze armor given by the old god, the three dragon eggs and the yellow skull given by the God of Many Faces...

"Of course, R'hllor later discovered that it was too slow to rob the power of faith by killing gods and plundering the godhead. That's how the Long Night Plan came into being... I have to say that creating fear is really an excellent way to harvest faith. ah.

I just don’t know what those believers would think if they learned that their sufferings actually come from the gods they pray to day and night. hehe…"

 “What kind of gods are you?” Samwell curled his lips disdainfully.

"Yes, you are right!" Harpy hurriedly agreed, "In the final analysis, we are just a group of wretches trapped in the elemental sea. We are really not worthy of the title of gods. Perhaps we can only truly transcend all this. , is the true god. It’s a pity, I don’t know if anyone can do it..."

 While sighing, the harpy's eyes kept rolling on Samwell, but he hesitated to speak.

It seems that he is curious about whether the man in front of him who has just saved the continent of Westeros can break through the shackles and become a true **** with the power of this wave of faith.

Samwell still looked calm, and seemed not to care about whether he could become a true god.

"You just said that R'hllor arranged for the second long night because something went wrong during the first long night. Do you know what went wrong with him?"

 “I don’t know.” The harpy shook her head, and then she was afraid that the other party would think she was hiding something, and then said,

“This involves R’hllor’s biggest secret. If I knew it, I might not be alive today. Lord Caesar, if you want to find out about this, you still have to find R’hllor yourself.

Moreover, you'd better find him as soon as possible. The longer you delay, the weaker your faith will be. After all, human beings are the most forgetful. When this generation forgets the long night and the fear of the White Walkers, it will gradually forget You. "

 Samwell nodded and said:

“So, what should I do if I want to return to my original world?”

 “Can you feel your own body?” the harpy asked.

 Samwell gently closed his eyes and said:

"Can."

"That's easy. You just need to use the power of faith to communicate with the body. When the body responds, you can use this to build a 'bridge' back to the original world. Of course, I must remind you that doing so will greatly It consumes the power of your faith. So, please think twice before you do this.”

"I will." Samwell nodded, and then turned into a golden light and disappeared into the elemental sea.

The harpy took a deep breath, as if a thousand kilograms of burden had been lifted. After looking left and right, she quickly left in the opposite direction.

After walking for a long time, she stopped and saw a huge ancient tree standing in the sea of ​​elements in front of her.

There is a face weeping blood carved in the middle of the tree trunk, which seems to be full of the vicissitudes of the ages and all the sorrows of the world.

 “You have met Caesar.” The ancient tree opened its mouth and said.

“I saw it,” said the Harpy. “Do you think he will end R’hllor?”

The ancient tree swayed its branches and set off waves in the elemental sea:

"I don't know. Maybe, or maybe...he'll be the new R'hllor..."

 (End of this chapter)

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