Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 219 Liberation
"One is ice, the other is fire. Hate and love, bitter and sweet, female and male, pain and joy, winter and summer, evil and justice. Death or survival. Opposition has existed since ancient times, and war is everywhere."

The witch Nalia, wearing a scarlet robe, gathered around a huge fire, with powder flying from her wide sleeves.

She has a heart-shaped face and red eyes, and long copper-red hair under a red hood.

In front of the flames, the witch's glory was even more captivating, as if there was another flame burning above her head and the ruby necklace worn around her slender snow-white neck.

The moment the orange flame rose, it turned into a scarlet blood flame like the robe worn by the witch Nalia, burning fiercely.

Nalia, the sorceress who served R'hllor, the Lord of Fire and Light, now turned to the many nobles surrounding the Fortress of the Lords of the Freehold.

This is the Freehold, the seat of the highest power in the city of Valyria, and the seat of the 'Grand Lord' who nominally rules the entire Freehold.

Now, with the request of all the temple priests in the Free Fortress who believe in R'hllor, the Lord of Light, these dragon kings who think highly of themselves and rely on the power of the magic dragon to rule the Free Fortress were able to gather together.

These dragon kings have pale skin, golden, silver or platinum hair, and purple or light blue eyes.

The dragon kings can manipulate powerful magic. They can control giant dragons to turn stones into liquid with dragon flames and shape them into various shapes with magic.

The Fortress of Freedom believes in religious freedom, but the Dragon Kings do not believe in any gods. In the eyes of the Dragon Kings, they are more powerful than all gods, and religion is just a lie that the "poor, barbarians and slaves" use to comfort themselves.

However, there is no truly mature and complete political structure in the free bastion. In order to consolidate their own power and rule, these dragon kings will also pay attention to the sect of the Lord of Light that is spread on the continent of Essos.

The red-robed witch Nalia glanced at the careless dragon kings. The head of the Targaryen family, who was wearing the Valyrian steel sword "Blackfyre", had a calm expression and was waiting for her words seriously.

The Orion family, the Belleris family, and all the other dragon kings and representatives of the dragon king family showed no intention of taking his words seriously.

On the contrary, those servants of low status who performed daily management duties on behalf of the Dragon Kings looked more like a wise ruler than the Dragon Kings and were listening carefully to his words.

Nalia frowned, raised her voice and said loudly: "But in the face of the enemy that has already arrived, even the God of Fire, the God of life and warmth, needs to put aside disputes and conflicts with his eternal enemy, the God of Cold, who brings eternal cold and darkness to the world, and unite and unite."

"A god of light who brings love and joy, and a god of darkness who brings evil and fear, also need to put everything aside in order to fight the common enemy."

The Lord who ruled the Freehold, one of the forty dragonlords of Valyria, sat high on the Lord's throne wearing a crown inlaid with Valyria's gold and gems. Hearing this, he smiled softly, which immediately caused most of the dragonlords around him to laugh.

"The Ghis Empire, the source of civilization in the past, was a powerful civilization that ruled the continent of Essos for nearly several centuries. We in Valyria only sent out dozens of dragons to destroy it."

The Dragon Lord's tone of contempt was clearly revealed in his hypocritical aristocratic tone. He laughed and said, "The Rhoynar used to have countless cities and powerful water magic, but Valyria only needs to send out 300 dragons to evaporate the river water and destroy civilization. Even the powerful Rhoynar are still wailing under our mines."

"Even if the enemy is stronger than the Ghis Empire and the Loyna, we have more than dozens of dragons, more than three hundred dragons, we have thousands of dragons,"

The Dragon Lord looked down at the red-robed monks and the red-robed priestess Nariya and said, "What enemy can resist the dragon army of Valyria? What enemy can resist our magic and not be burned into ashes and magma."

The Dragon Kings present all laughed, and the laughter was endless.

The red-robed witch Nariya waited solemnly for the laughter of the dragon kings present to stop, then she saluted the Dragon King and the other dragon kings and said, "Please, honorable dragon kings, allow me to demonstrate."

The Dragon King looked at the beautiful face of the red-robed witch and nodded. "After all, you are the King of Light and a believer of the Dragon God. You have the qualifications."

The red-robed monks got permission and pushed a slave tied up beside them and threw him into the burning flames.

"Ah, I regret it, let me go, let me go,"

The slave in the flames, although "willing" to be a sacrifice, was still in pain from being burned by the flames, causing him to scream miserably.

But everyone present was indifferent.

Because even if it is the god who bestowed fire and light upon mankind, in order to perform miracles, he must use the fire of human life as the price.

Even the eternal enemy of R'hllor, the Lord of Light, the God of Cold, whose miracles befell his servants, and the White Walkers who were rumored to have stepped out of the long night, all cost their lives.

The disappearance of a life is exchanged for the birth of a magical life. Although, whether the servants of the God of Cold can be considered as real lives remains to be studied.

With the sacrifice of the fire of life, scarlet blood flames rose up and a picture was born in the leaping flames.

Through the high hills of the forest, there were groups of warriors, strong, perfect, and resolute, even though their bodies were shrouded in strange armor.

There was a dragon that looked smaller than the dragon, but its black scales were more transparent than a whole piece of obsidian. Unlike the dragons of Valyria, although their scales always came in a variety of colors, they were still rough when looked at closely.

This dragon looks so perfect. Compared to the magic dragon of Valyria, this dragon is more like the reincarnation of the dragon god as described by the dragon kings of Valyria.

Although the dragon of Valyria is smart, it does not actually have enough wisdom. But even if it is just an illusion in the flames, the dragon kings of Valyria can see from the vertical pupils of this black dragon that those pupils are filled with the pride and unique aura of the wise species.

The most important thing is that the black dragon has four limbs and two wings, which are like six limbs. Compared with this black dragon, although the dragon of Valyria is larger, the posture that was once considered perfect by the dragon kings is now like a cripple.

The red-robed witch Nalia looked at the many dragon kings. She pointed at the illusion in the flames and said, "This is the enemy we are about to face, an evil dragon with powerful magical power, but he is far from the final enemy."

"He is only the enemy's pawn and vanguard. Even so, the power of this black dragon is incomparable to ours."

But the Red Witch's words did not achieve the effect she wanted. She heard the Dragon Kings talking among themselves, and the expressions on their faces were not fear, nor vigilance, nor worry.

The expressions on the faces of the Dragon Kings were curiosity, excitement, and desire.

The red-robed witch Nalia heard the discussions of the dragon kings. These dragon kings wanted to send out the dragon riders to capture the black dragon, tame it, and then keep it in captivity as a breeding dragon.

So the red-robed priestess Nalia nodded and walked around the huge torch, while the other red-robed monks pushed another slave into the torch.

The red-robed witch Nalia sprinkled potions and powders from her wide sleeves, rekindling the scarlet blood flames. As the scarlet blood flames rose and the slaves in the fire screamed, the red robe on the body of this gorgeous priestess untied between her white fingers, and then slid down to the ground, revealing her white body like a lamb.

The eyes of this naked witch were now shining like light red candles. At this moment, the aura of this witch became as enchanting as a black angel, with extreme beauty and extreme danger mixed into one, which was complex and abrupt.

"Shadows are servants of light, children of flame..."

The priestess, with a dazzling white halo, did not care about exposing her body. She walked with her slender feet and chanted in ancient language in front of the torch.

"He who burns with blazing flames..."

"With the fire of your life, create..."

The beautiful witch's voice reached its peak at the end of this moment, just like the joy between men and women, reaching the most pleasurable moment.

Many dragon kings held their breath, because at this moment they saw a shadow, a blurry yet clear shadow, struggling and howling silently, squeezing out from the body of this beautiful witch.

The dragon kings recognized this shadow and the person who cast the shadow. It was the slave who had just been burned to death in the flames and became a sacrifice to the Red God R'hllor.

The dragon kings knew this priestess who worshipped the Red God. She claimed to be from the mysterious land of Asshai, a city in the east of Essos that gathered all kinds of people who used magic.

The Dragon Kings also knew that there was a famous magical profession in Asia - the Shadow Binder, but how could the witch before them have magic that was almost identical to the legendary Shadow Binder?

"Could it be that the witches and red-robed monks in front of me call the Red God 'Lord of Light, Heart of Holy Flame, God of Shadow and Fire', which represents the dual nature of this god, and that those who can truly understand the dual nature of Lord of Light R'hllor can possess unique powers?"

A servant manager stood in front of the Dragon King, thinking silently.

But the shadow that squeezed out of the witch's body finally completely separated from the witch's body at this time, and turned into a group of scattered shadows. With a strange scream, it reappeared in front of the attendant who was frowning and thinking.

Then the disintegrating shadow re-formed, and a sharp blade emerged from the shadow, about to pierce through the body of the attendant.

The dragon kings were startled by the shadow's actions, but the next moment, a transparent shield of light appeared on the servant's body, blocking the shadow's attack.

Before the Dragon King present could react, the shadow born from the witch Nalia suddenly expanded rapidly, and then exploded with a loud bang.

boom,
Although it was still impossible to break the transparent flowing shield on the attendant manager's body, it was shaking the shield continuously. Several warriors around the attendant manager and the attendant manager's body all raised transparent shields, revealing their true faces.

The appearance of magic dissipated, and several scholars and wizards wearing scholar robes and wizard robes stood tall. Several tall warriors faced the numerous dragon kings without any fear.

The robes of these scholar wizards all exuded powerful magical auras, which were incomprehensible to the Dragon Kings. Also, the black-haired warriors, who only wore light armor for the sake of convenience, exuded an aura that was beyond the Dragon Kings' words.

That is something that the Dragon Kings cannot find in this world. It is not the psychological pressure brought by being in a high position, but the powerful sense of oppression that they experience personally.

It’s just like the feeling of oppression that these dragon kings felt when they first tried to tame their dragons due to the huge size of their dragons.

The many Dragon Kings are clearly in high positions and in control of the overall situation, but it seems that the other side is the one with the upper hand.

"Catch them," the dragon kings shouted orders.

The private warriors around immediately swarmed over, trying to capture these strange guys.

But these strange guys were ridiculously powerful. With just a slight wave of the weapons in the hands of those warriors, they could cut off the iron and steel swords of these elite warriors who were guarding the Dragon King, and then cut the warriors in half.

Those powerful warriors surrounded the few scholars in the middle and rushed around the hall, brandishing their weapons. No warrior could withstand even a single round.

These elite warriors who were selected to protect scholars and mages are the strongest warriors in all the legions within the Dragon Empire. Even if they were specially selected from the relatively weaker humans among the various races in the empire for convenience, they are still not something that can be stopped by the warriors of this world.

Moreover, there was one soldier among them who officially served in the Empire's 'Burning Hoof' Legion.

puff,

Warriors swarmed in one after another, but all fell under the swords of the imperial legion soldiers. Scholars and wizards released spells and held up a spell barrier to resist the fireball spells cast by the red-robed monks and red god priests who exchanged blood for fire.

But it seems particularly leisurely, just like strolling among the crowd.

Seeing that more and more people were filling up the hall, the scholars and wizards signaled the soldiers of the Imperial Legion to charge out, no longer holding on to the idea of capturing the Dragon Kings on the spot.

"Even if the God of Light who gave humans fire and warmth wants to perform miracles or borrow his power, he must pay with the life fire of humans."

The scholar-mage moved out of the hall, laughing loudly, "As long as the God of Cold and his servants are not destroyed, this endless sacrifice will continue."

"But as long as the Lord of Light R'hllor exists in this world, the ancient alien god, the God of Cold, will not be destroyed. They are two sides of the same coin in your world. No one can destroy the other, and no one can become the other."

The scholar-mage shouted, "You are nothing but pawns used by the gods to fool you, sandwiched between the two gods of ice and fire, used as weapons and sacrifices to kill, destroy, and sacrifice. The fire of civilization will always falter and will never grow stronger."

"As long as the gods are immortal, this endless conflict will exist forever. Humans will always live between killing and being killed. Even the dragons are just extensions of the gods' power. This is the sorrow of the gods who gave birth to the world, and it is also the sorrow of the world."

Many dragon kings, priests, and monks were shocked and angry as they listened to the scholar's nonsense. Suddenly, a strong light, like the first light in the deepest darkness, dazzled everyone's eyes.

The eyes of many dragon kings, priests, and all warriors were unable to see the world clearly, and all they could hear were the mocking voices of scholars and wizards.

"Turn back to my Lord, believe in my Lord, your civilization will be brilliant, your souls will be at peace, and your gods will be liberated!"

(End of this chapter)