Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 27 Prophecy

"My lord, these are the special delicacies of our Huya tribe, roasted lamb heart, roasted pigeon, stewed snake meat, as well as limes and mountain grapes..."

Looking at the food in front of him, Samwell nodded with satisfaction, raised his glass, and said:

"Thank the gods for the food!"

Everyone toasted quickly.

The wine is plum wine, sweet and sour, and tastes good.

Although the tribal cuisine doesn’t look good and is rough, the taste is actually not bad.

Unfortunately, Samwell still failed to find the food that would increase his attribute points.

Swallowing the last piece of pigeon meat, Samwell picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, asking:

"Have you heard of the Raven Tribe?"

Cheman quickly put down the knife and fork, and said:

"My lord, the Wandering Crow tribe is also one of the nearby wildling tribes."

"Where is their camp? Is it far from here?"

"My lord, this is hard to say." Cheeman explained, "The Traveling Crows tribe does not have a fixed camp, it is a constantly migrating, erratic tribe. They regard crows as the messengers of the gods, so they are called Traveling Crows."

Samwell frowned: "Then do you have a way to find them?"

"Of course. As long as the Youya tribe is still in this mountain forest, they will always leave traces, but it will take some time to find out their whereabouts."

"Okay, you send someone to do it as soon as possible. Let me know when you have news."

"Yes." Cheeman nodded in response, and then asked, "My lord, may I ask why you are looking for them?"

"Have you heard of ghost grass?"

Cheeman shook his head.

Just when Samwell was disappointed, the wizard Saru said:

"My lord, I have heard of it."

"Oh? Then do you know where to find this grass?"

"Sorry, my lord, this kind of grass is rare, and it is said to have spirituality, and it will hide from the eyes of humans. Only the people of the Wandering Crow Tribe can find it."

Samwell nodded with some disappointment.

He now only finds two kinds of food that can improve attributes - golden tail shrimp and ghost grass.

Goldtail shrimp are available, although expensive. 𝘧𝑟𝙚eｗ𝑒𝒃n𝒐𝘷𝑒𝚕. c૦𝙢

As for the Ghost Grass, it seems that the only way to find it is the Crow Tribe.

After the meal, Samwell didn't stay long and set off for Yingzui Island.

Cheman led the clansmen to send Samwell and his party out of the gate of the village.

Samwell looked at Katu who was following behind him like a follower, and suddenly turned around and called the wizard Saru aside alone.

"Saru, would you like to go to Yingzui Island with me?"

"No, my lord. I appreciate your kindness, but this is my home, I was born here, and I will die here."

Samwell looked at the indifferent wizard Saru, with a look of surprise on his face.

He originally thought that Saru's sacrifice of Katu, the son of the Cheka, was a political speculation.

But now it seems that this may not be the case.

"Stay here, you may die inexplicably." Samwell couldn't help persuading again.

Saru dedicated Kathu to Samwell, which is equivalent to putting a chain around Cheman's neck, and he will definitely be hated by Cheman for this.

Cheeman is not a soft-hearted person.

A person who even killed his father and brother would naturally not mind killing one more wizard.

Saru smiled slightly and said calmly:

"My lord, everyone is bound to die, and I am no exception."

Samwell sighed, knowing that the old wizard should have already had the will to die.

Probably because of the guilt of the old patriarch's death, he thought of atonement with death.

Samwell always felt that it was a pity that the old wizard in front of him died like this.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "How about this? Although I have exempted Huya Village from taxes for three months, I still need a tax official. Saru, are you willing to be this tax official?"

Saru was stunned for a moment. Of course he knew that this was an amulet left by Samwell. With this position, if Cheman really dared to kill him, it would be a great challenge to the authority of the lord.

But Saru didn't immediately accept the kindness, but frowned instead.

Seeing this, Samwell persuaded again:

"Even if it's for this village, you should live on. I'm not at ease in leaving this place to Qiman alone."

Saru nodded and said: "Okay, my lord, since that's the case, then let me serve you."

"That's right!" Samwell laughed, "Don't say death easily. This world is still very big and exciting, and I still want to take you to see it together."

"The outside world doesn't belong to us..."

"Who said that?" Samwell interrupted, "You are also the descendants of the ancestors and the Andals. Are you born inferior to the people of the River Bend? You do not lack wisdom and courage, but you lack a man who can unite all the wildlings." people."

Saru raised his head, and saw the undisguised ambition in the eyes of the young knight in front of him.

Unite all wildlings?

At this moment, Saru suddenly remembered something.

His old and tired heart seemed to suddenly glow with vitality, beating violently.

"You are right." Saru looked at Samwell with piercing eyes, and said, "The hundreds of thousands of savages in the Crimson Mountains need a hero! They have been waiting for thousands of years for this!

I once heard the revelation of the gods in the wind in the mountains. He said that after the long summer, darkness will invade, and a great king will be born from the ashes. He will be the light in the long night, the savior of the world, and The messenger who acts on behalf of the will of the gods! "

What the hell?

Samwell was taken aback by the fiery light in the old wizard's eyes.

He casually said something in the second class, which actually ignited the enthusiasm of this old magician.

But the next moment, he noticed that the "revelation from the gods" that the old magic stick said was related to the "red robe girl" in the play, Melisandre, the priestess of the King of Light, about the reincarnation of Azor Ahai. The prophecy has a striking similarity.

There are keywords such as the end of long summer, darkness, fire, light, etc., and they are all the core of the story of heroes saving the world.

Is this a coincidence?

Or... are the gods all revealing the same prophecy to their followers?

At this moment, Samwell suddenly had an inspiration.

Why didn't he take advantage of this prophecy?

In this world, the easiest way to have a strong appeal is to have noble blood.

But unfortunately, this is exactly what Samwell lacks.

The Tully family is obviously not a noble and ancient bloodline, not to mention that he has now changed his surname to Caesar.

Westeros has never heard of this surname.

So, if Samwell wants to have more influence and more supporters in this Game of Thrones, he must choose another path—

Belief.

The appeal of faith is extremely terrifying.

Although the armed sect has become history, it once gathered a large number of followers in the name of faith, and even almost overthrew the rule of the Targaryen family.

Thinking back to the people who participated in the power game in ancient China, which one didn't do some tricks?

What is cutting a white snake, what is dreaming of the sun in his arms, what is full of red light, feet on seven stars, **** with four breasts...

Samwell felt that he could also create some auspiciousness.

Isn't it "Land of Smoke and Salt", "Burning Red Sword" and the like, he can make up stories to add to it.

When he was weak, this kind of story was naturally useless, and not many people would believe it, but when he was strong enough, this prophecy would become an amplifier of fame, making more people believe that he was the one who He is the messenger of God, so he willingly surrenders at his feet.

Maybe even the "Red Robe Lady" would mistake him for the prophesied prince.

Anyway, it's not like she didn't admit it...

Thinking of this, Samwell no longer avoided the old wizard's fiery gaze, and said with a smile:

"Saru, do you want to hear the story of my childhood?"

"Of course, it's my pleasure!"

(end of this chapter)