"Sam, where are you taking me?"

"Shouldn't you have asked this question before mounting your horse?"

"I'm afraid that if I ask clearly, I won't have the courage to mount my horse."

Samwell laughed loudly: "I will take you to witness a miracle."

"A miracle?" Margaery obviously did not expect to receive such an answer. She turned her head slightly and looked at the man's profile.

Samwell didn't say much, he just rode forward towards the direction of the garrison camp on Yingzui Island.

The afternoon sun is just right and the sky is as pure as water.

But at this moment, a red comet dragged its long tail across the sky, like a wound on the sky, gushing blood.

This strange celestial phenomenon immediately attracted everyone's attention. They had never seen such a bright comet, let alone such a terrifying color mixed with blood, flames and the setting sun.

Margaery also noticed the strange phenomenon in the sky, and asked with a hint of solemnity in curiosity:

"Sam, what is that?"

…

"That is the sword that kills the seasons."

On the towering tower in Old Town, Earl Leyton Hightower looked at the red comet in the sky and murmured.

After a long while, he suddenly turned around and said to the old man wearing the doctor's ring next to him:

"Send out the white crow and notify all the lords of the seven countries,

The long summer is over."

…

"That's the flag the gods raised for House Lannister!"

At the top of the city of Divine Grace, Kevan Lannister said to his brother.

Lord Tywin Lannister looked at the red comet streaking across the sky with an expressionless face, silent.

But in his heart, he was far from being as calm as on the surface.

That's right! Crimson is the color of Lannister.

This is a will from the gods!

Duke Tywin raised his riding crop and pointed it directly in the direction of Sunspear:

"March!"

…

"That's a dragon."

The old nurse in Winterfell in the north said this.

But Bran Stark didn't believe it: "That's a comet, how could it be a dragon?"

The old nurse was almost blind, but she wiggled her nose and said firmly:

"It's dragons, I can smell them. They're back."

"Ah Duo," said Ah Duo, who was squatting aside.

He can only say these two words.

"Ouch——"

The direwolf crouching at his feet let out a long howl, as if he mistook the comet for the moon.

…

"That's the Night's Watch torch."

On the Great Wall, Jon Snow, the bastard son of the Duke of Winterfell.

Tomorrow, he will follow Commander-in-Chief Mormont of the Night Watch out of the Great Wall and head north to the land of eternal winter.

The red comet streaking across the sky made him feel a bit of strength and comfort. Perhaps this was really the blessing given by the gods to the night watchman...

"Lord Aemon." Jon turned to look at the old bachelor, "Do you have anything else to ask?"

The blind old bachelor curled up in his chair, remained silent for a moment, and said:

"Kill the boy inside."

"What?" Jon was stunned for a moment.

"This is what I said to my brother before I came to the Great Wall." Maester Aemon said in an ethereal tone, "Only by killing the boy in your heart can you become a man. And only then can a man bear responsibility. Jon, the same goes for you, because...

…”

The old maester stared at the bastard in Winterfell with his turbid, pale blind eyes, and slowly spoke the Stark family language:

"Winter is coming."

…

"That is the soul of my child."

In the desert across the narrow sea, Daenerys of the Targaryen family caressed her flat belly and murmured.

Her son, the "horse that rides the world," is dead.

Her lover, her sun and stars were also dead.

Her brother, the sleeping dragon of House Targaryen, would never wake again.

All dead, all dead.

The true dragon bloodline is his last descendant.

Daenerys stared at the pyre in front of her, feeling uncontrollably sad. Finally, she opened her arms and rushed into the flames.

She heard her knight shouting behind her, but it didn't matter anymore.

The only thing that matters is fire.

They were so beautiful and dazzling. The firelight surrounded her body, gently burning her clothes and restoring her to the way she looked when she first came to the world.

She took another step forward, and juice gurgled from her exposed head, dripping onto three oval-shaped stones.

The fire became more intense.

At this moment, she seemed to see her husband, her horse, her child again...

The cold revelation of the Witch rang in my ears——

"Only death can exchange for life."

…

"That's the stars weeping blood."

In the camp outside Tianji City, the red-robed witch Melisandre said.

She raised her hands above her head and prayed loudly toward the red comet:

"After the long summer, the stars will cry blood! Cold darkness will cover the entire world! At this terrifying moment, Azor Ahai will be reincarnated into the world. He will draw the flaming red sword. He will awaken the dragon in the stone.

He will drive away the darkness and bring about a long summer that will never end!”

The witch's crazy look frightened the surrounding soldiers. They watched from a distance, pointed, and did not dare to get close.

"The night is dark, and everything is dangerous! The day is bright and prosperous!" Melisandre is still praising, "The war is coming! One black, one white. One ice, one fire. Pain and joy, winter and summer,

Justice and evil! Life or death! The true God’s war is coming! Mortals, it’s your turn to make a choice!”

The gem in the throat of the red-robed woman exudes dazzling light, which is breathtaking.

But what is even more shocking are her magical words:

"Witness! Mortals! Choose! Azor Ahai, favored by R'hllor, has been reincarnated! He is the bringer of light! He is the Son of the Flame! He is-"

Melisandre suddenly turned back and raised her hand to point at the man approaching on horseback:

"Samwell Caesar!"

Margaery, who was shrinking in Samwell's arms, was slightly surprised when she saw so many soldiers suddenly looking at her.

Before she could figure out what was going on, she heard the man behind her answer her question:

"That's blood and fire."

"Blood and fire?" Margery looked up at the red comet in the sky again, but failed to understand what the man meant, "Or is it 'blood and fire come from the same source'?"

Fire And Blood is the clan language of the Targaryen family, which means the same thing as blood and fire in the common language of Westeros.

"You'll understand later." Samwell dismounted and walked into his tent.

Not long after, he appeared again, already wearing bronze armor and holding a milky white oval stone in his hand.

"Disperse!" Samwell dispersed the soldiers, "No matter what happens, don't come near."
To be continued...