Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 64 Dream

  The stars and the moon hang upside down on the smooth mirror-like sea, and the boats rippling with the microwave are like a baby's cradle.

   Gently lull everyone on board to sleep.

  Samwell suddenly felt a call from the sky.

   In the dark night sky, there seemed to be something attracting his mind.

  He ran up.

   At first it was a leisurely stroll, then faster and faster, running higher and higher, the cool sea breeze whistling in his ears, as if whispering something in a low voice.

   It's just that no matter how he runs, he can't get closer to the sky.

  Samwell stopped suddenly, looked down—

   Then I saw the sea surface reflecting the entire starry sky, and the small ant-like sea ship above it.

  I'm flying!

  Samwell finally realized this.

  He swooped down sharply, skimming across the sea.

  The steep ridge rushed into view suddenly, and the red rock was like sharp claws stained with blood, which made his heart beat faster and he couldn't hold it.

  Hoo—

  He plunged into the forest.

  Countless fresh smells rushed towards his face in an instant, squirrels hiding in tree holes, wild snakes hiding in bushes, and elk standing up vigilantly in caves... This made him suddenly have an instinctive impulse to hunt.

   Fortunately, Samwell restrained this urge and moved on.

  Woods and hills are endless, stretching far away, until the end of sight and smell.

  The never-before-seen wonderful experience made Samwell immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

  The mountain wind suddenly became restless, and the trees gradually thinned out.

  A huge weirwood suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

  The lush branches and leaves covered the sky and the sun, which made him feel a little bit of fear.

  The next moment, the huge and ancient human face carved on the weirwood suddenly opened its eyes—

  Boom!

  Samwell suddenly woke up from the bed as if struck by lightning.

   "Hoo-hoo-"

  He gasped for breath, only to realize that he was covered in cold sweat.

  This dream... so real.

  Samwell calmed down and found that he was no longer sleepy.

   Got up and took a sip of water, he opened the hatch and came to the deck.

  The night is dark, only the sound of the waves beating gently can be heard.

  Samwell walked casually on the deck, thinking about the dream just now in his mind.

  Turning a corner, he suddenly found that there was a person in front—

   Natalie.

  The girl leaned on the ship's side, looking up at the crescent moon in the sky, the soft starlight sprinkled on her face, outlining a delicate outline.

   "Can't you sleep too?" Samwell walked over and asked.

  Natalie turned her head and saw that it was Samwell, she immediately turned her head away, snorted softly, and ignored him.

   "Yo? Still angry about what happened yesterday."

  Natalie snorted again, still ignoring the hateful man beside her.

   "Do you know why I didn't take you to the Dane family's castle?"

   This time Natalie didn't moan, she seemed to want to know the answer to this question too.

   It's just that the tsundere girl doesn't want to take the initiative to ask.

   "Because you are so beautiful." Samwell said with a smile.

  He still knows how to coax a woman.

   Sure enough, Natalie froze for a moment, then quickly turned her head to look at Samwell, and then turned around immediately:

   "Liar!"

   "As a knight, I never lie." Samwell lied without blushing.

  Two red clouds appeared on Natalie's face, she turned her head timidly, and asked in a low voice:

   "Why can't you enter the castle if you are too beautiful?"

   "Why did you and your mother wear veils?"

   "In order to block the coveted eyes of those men..." Natalie seemed to understand in the middle of speaking, and pouted, "Then I can put on the veil again and follow you."

   "That's too rude." Samwell shook his head: "And what right do you have to wear a veil in front of the men of the Dane family? Do you really think of yourself as a princess?"

  Natalie lowered her head aggrievedly, but she also knew that the other party was telling the truth, so she stopped arguing.

  But a hint of sweetness suddenly rose in my heart.

  He was afraid that I would be robbed by the Dane family, could it be...

no, sorry!

  He is a nobleman, I am just a savage, we are impossible!

   Not necessarily... I heard that there was once a master in Gaoyin City who fell in love with a wild woman...

  The little girl's heart was suddenly filled with complex emotions such as joy, shyness, and worry.

  Samwell hadn't realized that the few words he just casually coaxed people had caused the little girl around him to stage a wonderful love drama in his mind.

   "By the way, have you Crow tribe been there?" Samwell suddenly pointed to the shore and asked.

   "Huh?" Natalie was still immersed in the story she wove, unable to react.

   "Haven't you been following in the footsteps of the old gods? Do you have any impression of that mountain forest? Is there a huge weirwood tree in it? There are human faces carved on it, did you carve it?"

  Natalie looked at the direction Samwell was pointing at, and shook her head hesitantly after looking at it for a while:

   "I don't remember being there, and I don't know if there is a weirwood there. However, we are not the only ones who believe in the old gods in the Scarlet Mountains. It is probably the faces carved by savages from other tribes."

   Samwell was a little disappointed.

   "Why did you suddenly ask this question?" Natalie asked curiously.

  Samwell let out a long breath and said:

  “I had a dream just now. In the dream, I seemed to be able to fly, and I just flew there, and saw a weirwood.”

  After Natalie heard this, the expression on her face suddenly became a little strange.

  Samwell noticed this and asked:

"What's wrong?"

   "I had a similar dream when I was a child."

"Then what?"

   "Then..." Natalie suddenly stopped talking.

  But Samwell seemed to understand something.

  He suddenly remembered that the young master Bran of the Stark family in the original book had a similar dream.

  In the dream, he seemed to be a direwolf.

   Skinchangers!

  Consciousness enters the body of an animal, isn't this the ability of a skinchanger?

  Samwell suddenly realized.

   Could it be that his consciousness just now possessed a bird?

  But why did I suddenly have this ability?

  He remembered that only the descendants of the First Men would have this ability, and it seemed that they had to be believers in the old gods.

  Samwell suddenly thought that he had eaten a lot of ghost grass during this period, and his spiritual attribute had increased to 1.75.

   Could it be because of this?

  It seems that his previous guess was correct, the attribute of spirit is related to the mysterious side.

  Although he is still unable to freely manipulate the consciousness-possessed animals, as his spiritual attributes continue to grow, he should be able to become a real skinchanger.

  In addition, Samwell also noticed that Natalie was hesitant to speak just now.

   This made him suspect that the little girl beside him might also be a skinchanger.

  Thinking of this, he turned his head, just in time to meet Natalie's eyes looking at him.

   The four eyes met, and a panic flashed in the little girl's purple eyes.

   "I... I'm sleepy, go back to sleep, good night."

  Before she finished speaking, Natalie seemed to run away.

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