"Gather! Gather! The people of the Dragon Worship Cult are gathering, they are coming to kill!"
There was a lot of noise in the temple of R'hllor. Magicians and fully armed Hands of the Holy Fire began to gather in the hall. Even the wounded took up arms and prepared to fight for their beliefs.
"Come on Melisandre!" Of course Benello will never forget his strongest magician, and he must stand with her at all times in this battle.
"The Dragon Cult has launched a general attack? Is Vit Baratheon inside?"
Melisandre followed her to the team and pulled her face with her hands to pull the loose skin back to its original shape.
The red-robed woman's robe covered her ankles. When walking, her upper body seemed to be motionless but she walked very fast. Benero trotted beside her: "According to reports from the congregation, all the Dragon Worshipers and their senior officials have been dispatched. Among them,
There is a man wearing a full set of dragon bone armor, holding a two-handed giant sword glowing with red light in one hand, it’s Werther who can’t be mistaken!”
"Let's go, the light will shine on us, the flame will always burn, and we will win this battle!" Melisandre didn't really want to fight, but wanted to ask Werther for clarification.
"The King of Light will win!" Benero is also confident.
The spectacular Temple of R'hllor, with its beams, steps, walls, vaults, towers and air corridors between towers, is perfectly connected as if the entire building was hollowed out of a huge stone. There are hundreds of them.
Various hues, red, yellow, gold, and orange, seep into each other on the temple walls like clouds at sunset. The slender spiers are entwined with each other, rotating and rising, and the frozen flames seem to touch the sky.
Thousands of followers of the Lord of Light wore uniform red robes, and more than 700 Hands of Holy Fire wearing silver-white armor and red robes lined up in neat formation, protecting priests and magicians with golden flames embroidered on their robes.
In the array.
"The night is dark, everything is dangerous, the day is bright and prosperous. One black, one white. One ice, one fire. Hate and love, bitterness and sweetness, women and men, pain and joy, winter and summer, evil and justice!
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This heavily armed team marched in neat steps, shouting unified slogans, and marched along the main street in the direction of the Dragon Worship Cult.
The sun is about to set, and the red sunset shines on the R'hllor sect's team, as red as blood.
The Dragon Worship Temple is only two stories high but covers a very large area. The house is square in shape, and only four corners are decorated with dragon head carvings. The building is built of black stone, and each beam and column is extremely thick, making the door and room appear
It's very narrow, but the whole building looks extremely sturdy.
This is a compromise made to allow the dragon to descend to the top. Audawei Ying's size will definitely not work, and a dragon under a hundred years old will be fine.
In the square at the gate, Archbishop Dofas of the Dragon Worship Cult stood on the balcony on the second floor and gave a mobilization speech. The believers gathered together in twos and threes to chat. They wore colorful clothes and armors and had various weapons in their hands. They could only
You can identify it by the dragon head on the necklace and burqa.
Coming from the Xiang Party, which advocated economic development, Dofas was really not good at mobilizing before war. When he saw the ragtag team below, he could only ask for help from Witte beside him, and said with a smile on his face: "Sir Witte, can you say a few words?
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"I think this is very good! Apart from formal sacrificial activities, the Dragon Worship Cult should not engage in formal things and let the believers develop independently!"
After Werther finished speaking, he put on the helmet on his hand and jumped from the second floor into the crowd in the square. The dragon priest Nesiso Wisama wearing a purple mask immediately trotted behind Werther.
Witte walked slowly towards the Temple of R'hllor, and the followers of the Dragon Cult automatically separated a path. Witte did not say a word of encouragement, and only raised the Bloody Scar Blade on his shoulder with his right hand.
The square was very quiet, and the only thing that could be heard was the unique clicking sound of the Dragon Bone Armor when it moved.
When Werther walked by holding the giant sword, a believer also drew out the long sword from his waist and imitated the movements to follow behind Werther. When Werther took another step, another believer took a long ax from behind and put it on his shoulder.
He followed forward expressionlessly. Every time Werther took a step, there was only the sound of various weapons being unsheathed. The gradually expanding team had no slogans, no uniform clothes, and no neat steps. There was only a gradually rising air of chilling.
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The wide mouth of the Rhoyne River passes through the main city of Volantis in the middle. During the heyday of the Valyrian Empire, a long bridge was built on the wide river. The temple of R'hllor and the Temple of the Dragon Cult built the east city.
and Xicheng, the two teams met in the middle of the long bridge as promised.
The Valyrian Empire built long bridges regardless of cost. They were all made of stone. Huge bridge piers stood one after another on the river bed. Each of the pillars extending up the bridge piers was carved with various rare birds and animals.
, several carriages can pass side by side in the middle of the wide bridge deck, and shops are even built on both sides.
The King of Light's team arrived at the center of the bridge first, and the commanders of the Hands of Holy Fire commanded the formation to wait for the approaching enemy in the distance.
"Close the doors and windows!"
"Close the doors and windows!"
As the Dragon Worship Cult team advanced, the shops on the bridge were reminded by believers. When they came to the middle of the bridge, there were no shops here. There were only spears with the hands of thieves and the heads of prisoners inserted in public, and unknown figures on the ground.
How many people gathered together to form a lump of black blood.
Werther walked at the front of the team, followed by Dofas, who was introducing the important figures on the opposite side one by one.
After Melisandre and Benero saw Werther, they walked out of the military formation and came to the front.
Seeing Werther walking slowly, Melisandre did not expect that the two would meet again in this situation. She shouted without a smile: "Duke Werther, I have something to think about today..."
Werther, who was walking, ignored it and raised his sword with one hand and pointed it in front of him.
"Kill him!"
"Kill!!"
"King of Light's heresy, die!"
The armored dragon worshipers yelled and cursed, bypassed Werther, and rushed to the front.
There was no need to talk much, and there was no need to waste words when he knew the outcome. R'hlofan had no shields or spears, just an infantry formation with heavy armor and long swords. The Dragon Cult was actually not bad at all, so Witte immediately ordered an attack. They
To form a formation, you have to rely on yourself.
The first wave of charges came into contact, and there were shouts of killing, as well as the sounds of weapons colliding and flame magic exploding.
A high-pitched voice came from the mouth of a tall warrior with blond hair and silver armor:
"Fus~Ro~dah~!"
Witte heard the sound and looked over. Twenty or so men in red robes were blown dozens of meters away by the sound wave.
The tall warrior was very conspicuous in the crowd. He was wearing heavy armor, holding a heavy metal shield in his left hand, and a heavy hammer in his right hand. He was rushing through the crowd. His platinum-blond hair hung down from the lower edge of his helmet, flowing around his body as he moved.
Swinging, when there were more enemies in front of him, he directly used Dragon Roar.
Elios Chiheda, a pure-blooded Valyrian, was born in the Tiger Party. He is exactly thirty years old this year. He gave up running for the consul and devoted himself to practicing dragon language magic. There is a line on his face that extends from his chin and passes through
The lightning tattoo from his left eye to his eyebrow, and fifteen small lightning battle tattoos on his right eye, represent his fifteen military exploits.
He was originally a candidate for Dragon Priest, but he only specialized in one dragon roar and didn't want to learn the others. Witte didn't want to make an exception immediately to the selection criteria he just announced, so he was just a spectator at the last headquarters meeting.