Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

After the sun went down, the sky started to snow again.

"I once heard people say that once the gods of the north are angry, it will snow heavily in the north." Arya carried a lantern, and accompanied the king on the snow with her sister Sansa on the left and right.

"It seems that the northern gods are quite angry today."

At the end of the dinner, Samwell proposed to visit the tomb of Winterfell and pay his respects to the demeanor of the Lord of the North.

Although the Starks were surprised by this, they would not refuse.

Sansa offered to lead the way for the king, and Arya joined in the fun and followed.

The three of them were walking in the wind and snow, all they could see was a white world.

Some naughty children were playing snowball fights in the square, and a group of them were making snowmen. They put iron buckets on the snowmen and stuffed wooden spears and round shields in their hands, like ice and snow guards.

Arya watched eagerly. If it wasn't for the king's company, she would have already run over to join the children's games.

The tomb was located in the oldest area of ​​the castle, and when the three arrived, snow had completely covered the entrance.

With a wave of Samwell's hand, the snowdrift burst into flames, and the blue flames danced in the wind and snow, which had a strange beauty.

The two sisters stared dumbfounded.

"Wonderful! Is this witchcraft?" Arya exclaimed in amazement. Then he began to pester the king to let him teach him witchcraft.

While dealing with the little girl casually, Samwell opened the door of the tomb and walked in first.

A chill swept up from the depths of the tomb, and Samwell felt bitingly cold even though he was surrounded by fire elements.

Compared with the cold wind howling outside and the temperature in the tomb, it was like a spring breeze blowing on the face.

"It's so cold!" Arya immediately forgot to ask about witchcraft.

"The tomb... how, why did it suddenly become so cold..." Sansa said with her teeth chattering.

You must know that Winterfell was built on a hot spring, and the steaming heat kept the tomb warm even in the harsh winter.

But now, the air here seems to be frozen.

"Follow me closely." Samwell said, a faint red light radiated from his body.

The two sisters felt enveloped by a wave of warmth, and the previous chill weakened slightly, and they quickly followed the king's footsteps.

The corridor was dark and long, and the swaying firelight illuminated the stone slabs at the bottom of the feet, and two pairs of granite stone pillars appeared on the left and right, extending all the way to the darkness in the distance.

Pushing open a stone door, the three came to a long arched tunnel.

Sansa folded her arms subconsciously. This crypt always made him feel uncomfortable, even though the ancestors of the Stark family, her relatives, were clearly buried in it.

But she always felt that the eyes of those stone statues seemed to be scrutinizing and sizing up with a dim light.

Arya seemed at ease. She used to come here to hide and seek, and the darkness and cold didn't frighten her.

"Shan...Your Majesty, let me introduce you." Pointing to the tombs in front of her, she said, "The ones here are all former kings of the North, this is Toren Stark, everyone Call him the king of knees."

Samwell nodded, knowing that this man was the last King in the North.

The northern border is separated by the Tianmo Neck, and it is extremely difficult to invade from the south, so it has always maintained a strong independence.

Back then, the Andals came across the sea, defeated the ancestors on the Westeros continent, and occupied the six southern countries, but they were unable to break through the Neck Line of Defense.

It is precisely because of this that the people in the northern border are all descendants of the ancestors, and they do not believe in the seven gods, but stubbornly worship the old gods.

It's a pity that although the neck can stop the ground army, it can't stop the dragon.

When Toren Stark saw the conqueror's dragon, he decisively bowed his knees and surrendered. Since then, the title of Lord of the North has become Duke.

"This is Edric the Snowbeard King who has ruled the Northern Territory for a hundred years..." Arya was still introducing them one by one.

They walked among the dead of the Stark family, and their footsteps echoed in the vaults of Noda.

The closed sarcophagus was carved with the face of the dead, and their stone eyes seemed to be watching the three living people. A huge stone sculpture of a howling direwolf curled up beside the sarcophagus.

They sit side by side, as if they are also watching the person with invisible eyes. The movement of the living seemed to startle them, and there were black shadows moving on the wall.

"This is Brandon the Shipbuilder who sailed across the Sea of ​​the Setting Sun," said Arya. "He was the King of the North who loved the sea the most, but he never returned from a voyage. This sarcophagus is empty.

After his death, his son, in grief, burned all the ships in the north, hence the name Shipburner. Since then, there has been no naval power in the north.

This is Duke Birron Stark, he joined forces with Casterly Rock to fight against the ironmen of Pyke Island, and it is said that he had a grievance with the illegitimate son of the royal family who ruled the Seven Kingdoms at that time, the Duke of Bloodraven..."

Having said that, Arya looked at the king with piercing eyes:

"Your Majesty, I heard that the Duke of Blood Raven is also a wizard."

Samwell smiled slightly, did not follow the words, but pointed to the sarcophagus, and asked:

"Why doesn't this king have an iron sword on his knee?"

According to tradition, an iron long sword should be placed on the knee of any stone statue that was once the Lord of Winterfell. It is said that this will ensure that the hateful vengeful spirits will be sealed in the mausoleum and will not wreak havoc in the underworld.

"Ah? It really seems to be gone..." Arya also noticed that the iron sword that should have been placed on the sarcophagus had disappeared, leaving only mottled rust.

Are these long swords corroded over a long period of time?

Or was it taken on purpose by someone?

No matter what the possibility is, now that there is no iron sword, does it mean that those ancient ghosts can disturb the castle at will?

The thought made Sansa's body stiffen suddenly.

"I will tell Maester Luwin to arrange for a replenishment of iron swords."

Arya saw her sister's appearance and deliberately frightened her:

"What's the use? Perhaps the ghost in the sarcophagus has escaped!"

"Nonsense!" Sansa glared at her younger sister, "Of course the ancestors are still resting in peace!"

"We will also be buried here in the future." Arya said with a smile, "If there is no iron sword on my sarcophagus, I must have run away!"

"I'll order them to fill your sarcophagus with iron swords!" Sansa said viciously.

Samwell ignored the bickering between the two sisters, but continued to walk forward for a while, then turned back and asked:

"Why is there no road ahead?"

"Impossible." Arya followed quickly, "There is still a long way ahead..."

Her words stopped abruptly, because by the light of the torch, she also saw clearly that the passage ahead was blocked by mud and rocks.

"How did this happen?" Sansa exclaimed, "Did a landslide happen?"

Samwell reached out and pressed his hand on the cold rock in front of him, closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then suddenly smiled and said:

"Someone doesn't want to see me."

"Ah?" Sansa's face suddenly turned pale, "Your Majesty, are you saying... who doesn't want to see you?"

Arya was not as naughty as she was at the beginning, she blinked and asked solemnly:

"Your Majesty, did the ghosts of the ancestors of the Stark family really come out?"

Samwell shook his head, didn't explain anything, just turned around and walked out, saying:

"Let's go, let's go back."

The two sisters looked at each other, and didn't dare to ask any more questions, let alone stay here, and quickly followed.