Werther used a mute magic to instantly silence a small area where Melisandre was.
Melisandre saw the battlefield in the distance and the crowds running around her. She couldn't hear any sound except Witte's words in front of her. She carefully experienced the changes around her: "I experienced your healing magic a few years ago, and now it's another one."
Magical effect."
R'hllor and the Dragon Cult were at war, and Melisandre wanted to distance herself from the Volantis cult after just a few words. Veidt was definitely worried.
She is not a threat to Werther, but she may have a wide range of magic and shadow magic to escape. Werther prevented her from using a large number of people here to kill and injure the Dragon Cult people before escaping, and took a step sideways to protect Sansa behind him.
: "Let's get down to business, where did you hear this name?"
Melisandre didn't explain anything after seeing Werther's actions. She brushed the long hair on her chest with her hands to reveal the deep white ravines. She smiled and said to Werther: "Your soul is very special. I discovered when I predicted you."
Your soul is at war with that evil thing."
"Sexy!" Sansa muttered quietly behind Werther. Northerners usually wrapped up tightly, and in the hot south they also maintained this tradition, only changing their clothes to light fabrics. Sansa except in Tyrol
In the western tavern, I have never seen a woman with the neckline of her dress open to her navel.
Melisandre turned her head and looked at Sansa: "Children, adults, don't interrupt. You are 15 years old this year, and you have reached the age to get married. If you can't adapt to the cruelty of the battlefield, go home and have children!" p>
"You!" Sansa wanted to argue but Werther stopped her:
"She's just a little girl full of fantasy. Who didn't long to be a knight when she was young, to meet a prince or a beautiful princess? This is how everyone comes here. Sansa, just listen quietly. Remember, today's conversation is not for the Dragon Cult.
It’s very important, don’t leak it without my permission!”
"Okay, Lord Werther!" Werther said so solemnly that Sansa no longer caused trouble for this enemy woman.
"You wanted to predict my future through magic, but you ended up seeing the depths of my soul and I hadn't noticed it yet. Your magic is interesting! So did you see anything else?" Werther knew that she came for the devil, so
Let’s try her magic first.
Melisandre stared into Werther's eyes: "You are not human!"
"Go on." She definitely wasn't swearing when she said this at this time.
"The thing you are fighting against always reveals the aura of evil, and in the body of a dragon soul, are you a god or a devil?" After Melisandre said this, she took a step forward and came to Werther, carefully observing every detail on Werther's body.
A place.
Dragon soul body? As if she heard an incredible secret, Sansa's heartbeat began to speed up.
Witte said lightly: "How can you summon a dragon without a dragon soul body? The ancestors of the Valyrian Empire are the same as me."
"There are all kinds of strange creatures, why can't there be people with dragon souls, right? Dragonborn mage Werther." Melisandre's body temperature was very high, and when she spoke, the heat rushed directly to Werther's face. p>
Witte pinched her shoulders and pushed her back: "Let's talk about the evil tentacle monster. That thing is a demon, an existence that neither you nor I can touch."
"Demon? In several prophecies, this word is a combination of positive and negative sides. Does it yearn for light or darkness?" Melisandre lost her previous seductive posture and looked serious.
"Gods, because they are indeed the 'sons' of the true God, and are almost immortal. Demons, because they try to rule all knowledge and destiny, and do whatever it takes to do so. Life is dispensable to them, so they
He is classified as one of the evil kings."
Melisandre: "In other words, it has endless knowledge and can also spy on destiny? No wonder it can detect my prophecy magic."
Witte held the giant sword tightly: "Don't try to take advantage of it! Dragonborn wizards who are countless times more powerful than me have become its slaves! Even the ancestors of Valyria can't escape its clutches and can only go to
Kill yourself and become a heroic spirit. The demon's greed will never be satisfied, and becoming its slave will only bring disaster to mankind! I didn't accidentally learn a magic it created and was invaded by its consciousness."
Melisandre then asked: "According to you, it should be a very ancient existence, so why did it come to you?"
Witte: "The demons live in their domain. To them, our world is just an inconspicuous place among many choices. But it also wants to annex this place. I want to kill him!"
Melisandre raised her eyes: "Didn't you say that the devil is immortal?"
"For us, but for other demon gods!" Werther said halfway, he took out the dagger given by Dagon from his waist, held the blade, and pointed the handle towards her: "Hold it!"
A dagger with a simple appearance and simple shape. Melisandre reached out and grasped the handle of the dagger without thinking.
When her right hand was clenched, Melisandre's eyes lost focus, and then regained clarity in less than a second.
"I didn't expect it to be like this!" Her body, which was always calm when she experienced anything, began to sweat.
Dagon talked to her, what he said or what deal Dagon made with her, Werther didn't care. Compared with Dagon's style of sending out demon troops to attack and occupy, the invisible infiltration of the big-eyed monster is the most troublesome.
.
"Understand, although our world is small, some demons will not let go. Not only the big-eyed monster, but also other demons have sent minions to operate in the north of Westeros."
Melisandre did not answer Werther's question and muttered to herself:
Werther inserted the dagger back into his waist: "You already know about the demon gods. Do you want to deal with them with me?"
"What is the Lord of Light?" Melisandre still ignored Werther.
Sansa also saw something was wrong with her: "What's wrong with her?"
"The fictional gods created for the purpose of developing religion were ruthlessly trampled by the real demons. This hit her faith. I don't think she can recover for a while."
Melisandre couldn't continue the conversation like this. Werther removed the silencing magic, asked several Dragon Cult people to guard her, and took Sansa towards the direction of the Long Bridge battle.
"Sansa, I know you have many questions. When the war is over, I will have plenty of time to answer them for you on the ship back to Tyrosh. What you have to learn now is to adapt to the cruelty of the battlefield."
"I know, Lord Witte!"
The daughter of Robert's best friend, Renly's first official apprentice, and the sister of Werther's three apprentices, Sansa, a super connected person, received Werther's careful guidance.
Werther kept explaining to her the application of magic and martial arts in battle, why the people who fell on the ground died, and how to avoid it.
15-year-old Sansa followed Werther closely. She saw many Dragon Cultists younger than herself taking part in the battle. Some of them who were chatting and laughing with her yesterday had fallen to the ground and died today. Her originally kind and full of fantasy heart gradually began to change.