Chapter 315 The Mad Girl’s Ceremony
Moroya stared at the burning glass candle in the room. The long black pillar was shining with white light, which ordinary people could not look directly at. However, the crazy girl Moroya seemed not to be affected at all. She opened her eyes wide and looked directly at the top of the candle. Dazzling white light.
The dragon soared over the town, and red-orange flames bordered by pale gold spurted out on the bricks and tiles of the city tower. Dozens of people fell from the city tower, their bodies bloody and bloody.
The tide of the ocean gushes out from the sewer mouth and spreads throughout the streets and even the entire city. The docks at the port were burned down, leaving only ruins. The tall towers in the distance were ignited with blazing fire. Countless books were transported by carriages and horses and filed out. Collected into the docked warship.
The tower stands, but the Greyjoy banner has been raised and the green fire has been extinguished.
Moroya was trembling all over, she was so excited that she couldn't control herself.
She stretched out her hand and touched the white light with her fingers, as if she were touching a solid object. The electric current surged through her body, causing her to stumble suddenly and almost fall to the ground.
"Sewer" Moroya walked out of the room, muttering to himself, placing his hands on the battlements on the edge of the tower and looking down.
The wind lifted her long black hair very gently.
A violent storm rose in the distance, and the current surged. Hightower's flagpole snapped with a snap, and the smoky gray burning White Tower flag fell from the tall building. It hit some stall or workshop, causing a stir on the street corner below. There was a commotion in the crowd.
This seemed to be a signal, a signal from the wind, as if someone was controlling the wind, telling her that she could move.
She looked at the surging waves, and gradually became convinced, turned around and returned to the room.
Moroya spread out the book and placed it on the slanted stone slab, which was just used to hold the book.
The oily yellow paper looks extremely fragile, as if it will disappear with the slightest touch.
Moroya looked at the book carefully. There were new ink marks and old pen marks on it.
The ritual is recorded on it, and its power is very weak, but it fits perfectly with the violent storm.
"The fire is very strong." Moroya recalled what magicians often said thousands of years ago to describe the sufficient conditions for the ceremony.
She opened the door, and the wind seemed to be isolated and stayed outside, unable to enter the house. There was no trace of wind inside the house, but the wind whimpered outside.
She opened all the windows again. This was not an ordinary window. It was completely dark, as if it was not used for lighting. The doors and windows were closed, and the light in the house was as if a stranger had been led into hell. Because of this, day and night, The light of the candle under the glass is particularly noticeable.
Moroya knelt down, and the wind seemed to receive the signal and poured into the room. Her long hair suddenly spread out, the pages of the book rolled and turned, and the white flame burning on the top of the glass candle suddenly swayed.
Far away in the sea, Euron's warships were hidden in the diffuse fog. The fog became thicker and seemed to be rushing towards Oldtown.
Countless monks, red-robed monks, blue-lipped wizards, and priests from the Eastern Continent’s God’s Mansion, men and women, old and young, were all tied up and kneeling on the deck.
Their tongues were piled into small mounds, and there were many fragments of human limbs inside.
So there was no sound on board, except for moans.
The mute crew members drew their axes and knives, pointed them at the priests' necks, and stared at Euron, always accepting instructions.
Euron looked into the distance, as if his eyes had already penetrated the thick fog, crossed the rolling ocean and the raging storm, arrived at the old town, and reached the towering tower
He blinked, pursed his blue lips, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Euron reached up and took off the black blindfold.
The deep black pupils were exposed to the attention of the gods.
Through space and mist, you can reach the ritual room of the towering tower.
Moroya opened her eyes and looked into Euron's black pupils in the white light of the glass candle.
The white light of the glass candle became more intense, and it seemed that the ceremony cabin could no longer bear it. The white light overflowed and spread outward from the top of the tower.
It even covered the green flames of the towering tower, and the light of the white flames covered the sky above the towering tower.
The tide became more turbulent, and it seemed as if a ferocious beast was passing by on the bottom of the sea.
Their tentacles are extremely long, and from above they look like rows of black algae blowing with the current.
Sewage flows from the drainage outlet toward the sea, mostly the daily water used by the common people in the old town and the wastewater left over from the manufacturing workshops.
The sea water suddenly overflowed, and the soldiers in the sentry tower stared at the surging sea with wide eyes.
"What kind of day is this?" the soldier from the Old Town garrison sighed. He looked up at the sky. "It's not raining heavily."
As if the gods were responding, a heavy downpour suddenly fell, and in an instant the rain curtain filled everyone's field of vision. Baelor Hightower left a barracks at the sewer entrance of Old Town just in case.
But no matter how strong a soldier is, he can't withstand the raging tide.
The commander of the barracks was bored, casually grabbing a bachelor's book and flipping through it. He talked about the essential difference between the red rock in the frontier and the blue rock in the river bend. Barbara kept talking.
After reading the illustrations marked in the book, he threw them away without caring about what they said.
"Boom, boom, boom~"
He frowned and looked around at the soldiers, "What's the sound?"
"Is it raining?" The soldier pointed at the approaching black clouds in the distance, and the heavy downpour visible to the naked eye was venting.
"No." The barracks commander stood up, holding the sword in his hand and staring at the source of the sound.
"Yes." He saw clues in the deep darkness at the entrance of the waterway. His eyes widened, "Water is coming in! Run!"
There was a loud bang, seawater filled the waterways, and the sewer pipe cover on the stone road in the old town was suddenly opened, hitting both sides of the street heavily. Wails could be heard throughout the city, everywhere.
Countless tentacles stretched out from it, picking up the surrounding pedestrians and dogs, and throwing out the deformed flesh and blood.
"Sea Monster!"
The fog approached, slowly filling the sentinel tower.
"Roar!~" The roar of the giant beast hovered in my ears from above.
Old Town old man Leighton Hightower raised his head and looked at the mist-shrouded sky.
dragon!
Viserion breathed out red-orange flames, his wings magnified by the shadows of the mist, making it look like Balerion was reincarnated, causing fear to overflow in the city.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
"Stop! You deserters! Deserting is punishable by death!" No matter how the knight called, dozens of sentry towers were already empty.
Baelor rushed into the room, "Father, Euron is calling!"
"Boom!" After saying that, the fireball surged up the old town wall, and a city tower collapsed.
Dragon flames suddenly spurted out from the turbulent mid-air, filling the battlement tower.
Wails, roars, escapes, and the sound of trampling water came one after another, occurring all over the tower.
Leyton Hightower remained motionless. He looked at Baelor, swallowing the fear in his throat and regaining his composure.
"Euron Greyjoy and his dragons and sea monsters are coming."
When Belle listened to her father's statement, she still couldn't believe that the scene from the ancient and legendary epic was actually happening before her eyes.
"Here," Layton took out the Hightower family patriarch's badge from the drawer and handed it to Baelor.
"This"
Baelor's words were interrupted by Layton, "Listen, my eldest son, having this thing in your hands proves that Hightower's will is in your hands. With the reputation of the Hightower family and the soldiers, you can carry as many weapons as you want. How much, go to Harrenhal and meet Lord Attis Arryn. Hightower is willing to form an alliance with Arryn forever."
"What about you?"
"Moroa, my daughter will marry Euron Greyjoy."
"What?!" Belle exclaimed, not believing everything she heard.
"Save the fire, and the blood, and take your two brothers away, even if the Oldtown garrison can't take them away," Leyton Hightower said, "I will tell the outside world that you betrayed me and betrayed Oldtown. It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t affect the overall situation, let’s go, let’s go!”
Belle's hand that took over the badge trembled slightly, "Then, you will represent Old Town."
"Surrender to the sea monster," Layton said with a mocking smile, "By the gods, I didn't expect Hightower to come to my place and surrender to the sea monster. It's so ironic, ironic"
(End of chapter)