Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 84 Prophecy
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

Magiro gulped down the wine handed over by the little boy on the "Green Beard" and made a sound of pleasure.

Bem looked at Magiro's exposed abdomen in fear. The red flame pattern tattoo on it was very scary.

"I haven't had a drink for a long time. I only have this little money Benero gave me. I originally planned to use it to board the ship, but I didn't expect to meet R'hllor's slaves here." Magiro blinked and looked at Melissa. Zhuo.

"Everyone is a slave of R'hllor." Melisandre said loudly, her voice clear and clear, without the cold voice before.

Magiro took a bite of the meat pie that Bem brought to him, "The King of Light asked you to predict me?"

Melisandre didn't respond, but smiled, "Follow me." She stood up, turned around and walked towards the cabin.

Magi Luo swallowed the meat pie, reached out and patted Bem on the head, "Thank you for the treat, young man." Then he followed.

Bem watched this man whose body was as black as pitch follow behind the red-robed woman, and felt the sound of broken glass "clicking" in his heart.

"The Lord of Light must have a purpose for letting me see you." Melisandre turned to look at Magiro.

Magiro touched the candle on the table, where the ashes were left.

"I have heard of you, Melisandre of Asshai," Magiro said.

Melisandre nodded lightly, "Magiro of Volantis, I'm afraid the Supreme Priest sent you here without his original intention."

"The will of the King of Light?" Magi Luo frowned, "I have never heard that the King of Light is so busy."

"Time waits for no one, Magiro of Volantis. The dark night in the west has gradually enveloped. The Lord of Light will naturally warn the world." Melisandre said.

Magiro looked at Melisandre's beautiful face and was silent for a moment, "What did you see in the flames?"

"The long summer is over, the stars are crying, the known world is getting colder, and darkness covers every place where ships can sail. The prophesied prince holds a flaming sword to drive away the darkness." Melisandre murmured, like Reciting a poem is like reciting an ancient mantra.

Magiro was used to such words. "I often said these words in Volantis," he shrugged. "I always remember the words of preaching for the Lord of Light."

"I saw with my own eyes the boiling mountains, the steaming heat, a beam of light coming to the world, and the prophesied prince standing in front of me." Melisandre said.

Magro lit the oil lamp, "The flame is not strong enough." He breathed hot breath, "The believers of R'hllor act carelessly, please forgive me from the King of Light."

"Just look at it like this, ahem, the truth can be seen in the flames. If the Lord of Light lets me see you, he will give you some hints." Ma Qiluo put his thick arms on the table, leaned his head on the arms, and stared closely. With a pitifully small flickering flame.

Melisandre was stunned for a moment, but she also leaned toward the flames and folded her hands on the table.

The two of them just stared at the candlelight in silence, the faint light flickering in the eyes of R'hllor's followers.

"Boom! Boom!" After a long time, there was a strong knock on the door, "Madam! Your lunch."

Magro scratched his head, "Ahem!" He looked at Melisandre, "What did you see in the flames? What hint did R'hllor give you?"

Melisandre smiled, "Fire is still fire, no prompts."

"Okay," Ma Qiluo took out his hand and opened the door. Bem stood in front of the door, "God, they prepared squab meat for you. Are the red-robed monks in Yashai treated so well?"

Magro thought of the High Priest of Volantis. "Damn it." He closed the door and brought in the dinner plate.

Melisandre smiled, "No matter where you come from, you are R'hllor's slave."

"Slave of R'hllor, there is no doubt about my faith. It's just that R'hllor has too many evangelists for the Lord of Light to pay attention to everywhere." Magiro took a bite of pigeon meat.

"The radiance permeates all things, including mountains, rivers, oceans, wetlands, woods, and cities and towns." Melisandre was a little regretful, maybe she had misjudged the scene in the flames.

"Where is this ship going? Volantis?" Magiro asked.

Melisandre shook her head, "The Lord of Light only allowed me to enter this ship, and I only knew it was sailing to the west."

"God," Magiro muttered, "to the west? Westeros, Westeros, there are possible habitats everywhere." "Westeros, I saw an island with rising flames, located in a narrow Sea." Melisandre looked into Maggio's eyes.

"You want to say?" Magiro asked, "The land of smoke and salt?"

Melisandre nodded, "On Dragonstone in Westeros, I believe this. This is the prophecy I witnessed in the flames."

Magiro shook his head, "Maybe it's just a dead volcano about to erupt, and it happens to be an island."

"The Lord of Light's instructions must be correct, the prince in the prophecy must be on that island." Melisandre said.

"You said that the Lord of Light guided you to this...Greenbeard's ship? And he told you about the Land of Smoke and Salt. What should you do if the ship did not reach that island?" Magiro said, he didn't believe it. The images in the prophecy are so easy to interpret.

There was a moment of silence in the house. Although the cabin was well sealed, the sound of waves crashing against the cabin was still very obvious. The ship had a very deep draft.

The light seemed to gradually disappear, and the feeling of suffocation gradually appeared as darkness filled the cabin.

"Do you feel it?" Magi Luo realized something was wrong and asked tentatively.

Melisandre was about to turn her head when the cabin suddenly rolled, "Rumble!" A low and loud voice came from outside the cabin.

Ma Qiluo secretly cursed "Damn it!"

He pulled Melisandre aside, and the two of them were suddenly suspended in the air, and then slammed against the plank of the ship.

"Damn it!" Magiro cursed again.

"Madam!" the voice of the young man outside the door.

The door opened with a bang, and Bem staggered down on the board of the boat, "Big water, sudden huge waves!"

The sound of the deck tilting suddenly came, and Bem was thrown deeper into the cabin. Maggio stood upside down in the air, and accidentally saw Melisandre's red eyes, calm and calm.

Magi Luo hit the long table in the cabin, his eyes turned white and blacked out instantly.

……

When Magiro woke up again, on the velvet bed, he saw unfamiliar cabin decoration.

Melisandre sat in front, holding a book with a dark green leather cover.

The light of the oil lamp is delicate and soft, and the gentle morning sun shines on the sea outside the round window.

"Where are we?" asked the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo.

"A huge wave capsized the Greenbeard, and everyone on the ship was rescued by Qarth's sailors," Melisandre said.

"In this way..." Magiro said regretfully, "The prophecy of the Lord of Light..."

"Don't worry, Magiro of Volantis, everything has its destiny." Melisandre closed the book and looked out the round window with a smile.

Magiro looked over curiously, seeing the rising flames, the rising black smoke, the burning ship, and the extremely calm sea.

"Smoke and salt?" Magiro smiled.

"Quiet, look at the fire rising," Melisandre said.

Ma Qiluo looked over, and vaguely saw a peak rising into the sky in the flames. A mountain city lay across the peak, like an eagle's nest.

"Where is this ship going?" Magiro asked.

"Vale, Seagull Town." Melisandre said, her red pupils flickering with fire.

(End of this chapter)