Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 5: Walking in Fire
At first it was just a tiny flame.

Longzel watched as the young red-robed monk was enveloped by the faint flames, his body gradually becoming charred, but he seemed to feel no pain, instead he stared at him with fanatical eyes.

It seems like he is encouraging himself 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.

R'hllor, the Red God, or the Lord of Light, the Heart of the Holy Flame, the God of shadows and fire, the God of heat and life. His faith is widely spread on the continent of Essos where the trading city-states are located. Believers firmly believe that the eternal struggle between the great Red God and the evil God of Cold determines the direction of the world. They regard the Lord of Light as the true God and denounce other gods as evil gods and false gods.

Ben Duro and his young apprentice Marach had some objections. Both of these red monks were from ancient Valyrian families before they became monks. They believed in the Lord of Light and acknowledged His greatness. But they believed more in the power of dragons and the greatness of the dragonlords of old Valyria. When the Valyrian Freehold ruled the lands west of the Bone Mountains, R'hllor's faith was lost among slaves and commoners. The dragonlords of Valyria saw themselves as gods, and even the Valyrian gods were seen as puppets made of clay. Not to mention the faith of slaves and commoners.

The more radical young man, Malach, even believed that R'hllor was just a lie made by the dragon kings to appease the people. He didn't even realize that his name was related to R'hllor.

Although his faith is actually quite pure, even purer and more devout than those monks in the great temple who always talk about the one true God.

It seems that due to their Valyrian bloodline, their fire magic is much stronger than other monks of the same period. So although the monks of the Great Temple are not satisfied with their heretical remarks, they can only turn a blind eye because they still need their magic to support the scene.

Until the two of them accepted Cleolius's recruitment and studied the mysteries of magic and dragons with him.

"Master Ben Duro, you promised me." Longzel raised the dagger. "Malahe will not die."

Ben Du Luo shook his head: "My Lord, before I came here, I had seen the oracle of the King of Light from the flames. He is happy to see your attempt today, so all He asks for is a little flesh and blood, not life."

The old red-robed monk lowered his head and said, "The blood of the descendants of the Dragon King, the flesh of the devout believers, and the pure fire can pierce the fog of history and show the lost boy the true path."

Malach nodded again as if encouraging, dug 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 condensed. These flames surrounded Longzel but did not burn up, as if they were craving for something.

"Father, I hope this can help me strengthen my determination to move forward."

Longzel pierced his palm.

Blood mixed with a hint of silver flowed across the Valyrian steel dagger, stained with a strange black luster.

The drop of blood fell slowly.

The moment it drips into the flame.

The flame seemed to let out a sigh of enjoyment and swept up in an instant.

The fire spread, engulfing the entire laboratory in almost the blink of an eye.

Ben Du Luo looked at the raging sea of ​​fire with an intoxicated look on his face. He stepped on the flames and let them burn his body.

The feeling of drowning came and went like a tide. Longzel looked around in the darkness with caution.

Without any warning, the dark surroundings were suddenly filled with a burst of light, and Longzel closed his eyes involuntarily.

What followed was an extremely magnificent piece of music.

It was as if countless hands stretched out from all directions, strumming the chords that were also spread out in all directions.

First there is an extremely powerful piece of music.

Longzel groped his way through the great light that had once again filled his vision until the music began.

The sea of ​​grass grows and the forests sprout.

Short green shadows wander in the boundless sea of ​​forests, and tall mountains rise from the ground.

Then the music faded away.

The music everywhere is gentle and soothing, like a river flowing quietly. A giant turtle sings in the river, the forest splits open, and the river rushes.

Human-like figures with goat horns built cities and planted seeds by the river.

Longzel frowned.
Is this history?
The young man slowly walked to the side of the sheep-headed figure, and the shadow whose face could not be seen clearly raised the hammer and smashed it down heavily.

Fire splattered.

The music is passionate.

The music that came from all directions was sometimes passionate and sometimes sharp.

Half of the world was burning, while the other half seemed to be frozen, falling into endless silence.

Longzel couldn't help but quicken his pace. He felt endless fear chasing him.

Figures wearing crowns passed by him, some of them had eyes like pearls, some had tourmaline eyes, and some had topaz eyes.

There were only the last two figures. One had eyes like purple crystal, looking down at the running boy, and the other had eyes like blood jade, looking up at the endless sky.

The stars struggled to tear apart the endless light, flesh and blood grew wildly, and these stars hung in the sky, like eyes staring at the boundless earth.

The man raised the flaming sword, and a faint melody sounded at this moment, but it was covered by sometimes passionate and sometimes sharp music.

The figure with purple crystal eyes suddenly exploded, and countless blurry dragons flapped their wings and flew high, some rushed towards the stars in the sky, and some pounced on half of the frost.

"boom!"

Long Zeer 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 were dancing on the ruins. The boy looked at the silver dragons dancing in a daze. The big silver dragon suddenly flapped its wings and came to Long Zeer in the blink of an eye. I'm flying.

Longzel lay down reflexively, grabbing the bulge in front of him tightly.

It's the West.

Longzel immediately determined the direction.

I'm flying west.

He saw endless fields and hills.

There were iron swords like a forest, with the corpses of six giant dragons sleeping among the iron swords. A young dragon had its head cut off and fell outside the iron swords. A giant dragon was half-rotten and floating beside the iron swords.

Hunters draw their bows, towers catch fire, roses bloom in the background.

Great wolves howled in the north, one trout fell and another rose, and on the tall weirwoods crows pecked at the stag's eyes.

The scorching sun sets in the west, long stars pass through it, and the iron gate is closed, blocking the afterglow of the sunset.

Green dragon bleeds in flames.

The eagle was struck down from the sky by lightning.

The dragons rose into the sky and then fell down one after another.

The dragon's blood spilled, and countless living creatures and plants grew.

A colorful dragon with a crown is drifting on the sea.

The silver dragon is still flying.

Longzel saw a high wall.

And a pair of blue eyes.

My consciousness was in a trance.

When I came to my senses, all I could see was the gradually dying 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 A Song of Ice and Fire."

"Silver dragon and stars, fire and ice, smoke and salt, go and wait for the final chapter of your destiny."

The "superstitious" Longzel actually didn't have much respect for oracles and prophecies, but at least this proved that he was not wrong now.

When the flames died down, Longzel didn't bother to put on his clothes. He rushed to the charred Malach and together with Ben Duro supported the red-robed monk who had volunteered to sacrifice himself.

Ben Duro did not hesitate, and gently moved his lips close to the part of Malach's face, nose or mouth that could no longer be seen, and a flame surged towards Malach's whole body.

Malach suddenly opened his eyes, which were no longer visible. "Did it work?" His charred lips were torn, revealing charred char. His vocal cords had been burned, and he could only make vague sounds.

Seeing Longzel and Ben Duro nodded, Malach finally felt relieved.

Longzel put his hand to his mouth and a drop of blood fell.

Almost visible flames reignited within Malach's body, and flesh and blood began to grow out of the charcoal.

"Malacha will need some time to recover." Ben Duro closed his disciple's eyes. "The Lord of Light's resurrection spell only stuffed his soul back into his body. Fire is the source of life, but also the source of destruction. Without your blood, I would have resurrected nothing but a corpse."

"So you are still hiding it from me, right, Master Ben Duro."

"This is a necessary sacrifice." Ben Du Luo looked at his disciple. "Malacha is very willing to return to the side of the Lord of Light to guide you. But you have given him a chance for a new life, so I ask you to keep him and let this child replace me, who is already old, to provide you with magical advice."

Longzel nodded, "Don't worry, I won't treat my own people unfairly. So I have another question."

"Excuse me."

"What did you see in the flames?" Longzel asked.

As an acolyte of the Lord of Light, interpreting the prophecies in the flames is an essential skill. Although he did not see as much as Longzel, the center of the ceremony, he must have seen something.

"I saw you sailing on a distant ship, pulling a sword from fire and shadow."

"I saw you standing beside the red mountains, with silver heaped around you like an ocean."

"I saw you wearing a bronze crown, and standing beside a throne made of iron swords."

Ben Duro said so.

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