Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 353 Shapeshifting

   woo woo woo—

  The dreadful trumpets echoed over Meereen, loud and deadly, full of pain and fury, full of death and destruction.

   This is the voice from hell, this is the curse from the gods.

  Everyone who heard this voice couldn't help covering their ears and screaming in pain.

   But their voices were drowned in the trumpets.

   woo woo woo woo—

  The sound of the trumpet is still going on, as if it will never stop, until the world is destroyed.

   Samwell spoke, but his voice was blocked in his throat.

  He only felt that his flesh and blood were about to be ignited by the weird sound of the horn.

  The usually docile white dragon Cleopatra suddenly became extremely manic. It rolled, twisted, and roared in the air, trying to throw it at the dragon knight on its back.

  He turned to look at the black dragon Drogon, and saw that it was in the same situation.

  The sound of the horn seems to be able to control the mind of the dragon.

  Boom!

  The white dragon rolled and shattered the tip of a pyramid, the finely broken bricks and stones splashed and fluttered, and the smoke caused Samwell to close his eyes and shut his mouth.

  The dizziness brought about by the violent tumbling made him top-heavy, and his stomach was overwhelmed.

  The white dragon swooped down and crashed into the ground.

   Cobweb-like cracks spread around.

  The people of Meereen in the square fled like crazy.

  Samwell smacked the white dragon's neck hard, trying to arouse its attention.

   But Cleopatra was still furious. She opened her mouth and roared, and flames of orange and scorched black spewed out.

   "Cleopatra!" Samwell roared, but the voice couldn't come out at all.

  At this moment, the world has been filled with that weird horn sound, and there is no room for a second sound.

  Flames spread across the square, and countless people were swept up in it, screaming silently.

  Samwell stepped up his strength and hit the dragon's back with a heavy punch.

   A piece of the sturdy scale armor was instantly dented.

  Bailong was in pain, let out a silent roar, and then suddenly turned his slender neck, and his blood-red eyes just met Samwell.

   Wisps of green smoke curled up from the dragon's nose, and a blazing flame could be faintly seen brewing in the huge open mouth.

  Samwell looked at Bailong happily and fearlessly.

  The next second, his eyes rolled up suddenly, and the black pupils disappeared, replaced by pure white.

   Shapeshifting!

  Samwell transformed into a falcon, and also transformed into a Stark direwolf, but never tried to invade the consciousness of a dragon.

   Probably none of the skinchangers in all of Westeros ever tried to control a dragon.

  Dragon is not mortal.

   But now, Samwell did just that.

  Boom—

  Time seemed to stand still.

  Samwell's consciousness suddenly went blank, and all feelings disappeared.

  But in the next second, the world suddenly came alive again.

He smelled the smell of burnt meat, felt the fear of the people, and heard the weird sound of the horn that seemed to never stop. A strange impulse surged in his heart, making him want to break free from the shackles desperately, Fly to the source of the horn sound.

   Shackles? fly away?

  Samwell suddenly realized that he had really invaded the consciousness of the white dragon.

   Now, he is Cleopatra.

   But the problem is still not resolved.

  He can even feel that the bond between the dragon and the body is constantly loosening.

   This weird horn is cutting the connection between him and the white dragon.

  Bai Long was struggling and resisting, but it seemed futile.

  Even if Samwell controls its mind, it still cannot stop this process.

  He knew that when the mysterious connection between himself and the white dragon was completely broken, Cleopatra would throw him off and fly towards the horn without hesitation.

  He has to stop this!

   But how?

  Samwell forced himself to calm down, and his mind went to the depths of the white dragon's consciousness, down, down, down...through the boundary between black and white, sinking into a glowing river.

  Among the interlaced light and shadow, the wolves are roaring, the three-eyed crow is flapping its wings, and the raging sea of ​​fire is frozen into ice.

   Dead branches and dead leaves entwined a huge throne, and Samwell sank into the dark soil.

   Go down, keep going down...

  The black abyss opened its huge mouth, and the nameless horror was about to move.

  A slender light suddenly appeared in the darkness, and then quickly went out.

  Samwell saw a rune in that eureka moment.

   A rune that seems familiar and seems to be true.

   Deep darkness enveloped him completely.

  Samwell opened his eyes again, and found that he had returned to his original body.

  But he understood that there might be some secret hidden in Bailong's consciousness.

  He may not have the strength to pry into this secret.

  However, he did not gain nothing from changing his shape this time.

  Looking at the white dragon that was close at hand, it seemed that it was going to roar again, and Samwell raised his right hand slowly.

  A pinch of flame ignited at the fingertips and spread rapidly.

  The blood-red pupils of the white dragon reflected the trajectories of the flames across the air, and finally formed a mysterious pattern—

  Like a giant dragon, like a poisonous snake, like a tall tower, and like a long river.

  The blood in Samwell's whole body was agitated, burning, and surging.

  Vaguely, he heard countless voices echoing in his ears, which temporarily covered up the strange sound of the horn like a tarsus.

  The whispering babblings carried a strong temptation and were filled with extreme danger.

  Samwell opened his mouth and spit out four words one by one:

   "Bloodmark: Asylum."

  A huge force continuously emerged from the heart, diffused outwards, and soon enveloped Samwell and the white dragon under him.

   The eerie sound of the horn was still echoing, but it was blocked out, as if it came from another distant world.

  Cleopatra's blood-red pupils contracted suddenly, and then expanded again, and the flame deep in her throat was also extinguished.

  Samwell stretched out his hand to touch the white dragon's head, Cleopatra no longer resisted, and came over docilely, and snorted by the way.

  The effect of the Horn of the Dragon has been removed.

  Samwell heaved a sigh of relief, and turned to look in Daenerys' direction.

  Drogon rolled and howled among the ruins of a collapsing building, and Daenerys had long since been left behind.

  The black dragon put its wings on the ground and crawled westward. Just as it stretched its wings and was about to take off, the white dragon descended from the sky, pressed Drogon's neck with one paw, and trampled it under its feet.

  The black dragon writhed and struggled among the ruins, smoke and dust rose everywhere, gravel flew randomly, thick smoke and flames spewed out from its mouth, and flowed in all directions.

   But the white dragon's body was several times its size, and Drogon couldn't break free at all.

  Samwell looked up to the west, and saw a golden figure flying out of the Great Pyramid and heading towards the sea.

  Viserion?

   It broke free?

  Samwell didn't have time to think about it, a cold hostility suddenly came from behind, like a javelin hitting the back of his heart.

  He turned his head suddenly, and saw a harpies sitting upright on top of the ruins.

  She has only half of her head left, and the only blood-red agate-like eye is shining with murderous intent and lightning.