After all, it was the indigenous gods rooted in Westeros, Crone of Seven who vented their divine power unscrupulously, and the soil Giants that gained power gradually suppressed the two fire snakes.
A large amount of divine power was transmitted to the soil Giants through the old woman's body. Her mortal body was also injured by the divine power, and her skin and flesh began to peel away, revealing the dense white bones.
Melisandre is using his own body and cannot risk his life with an old woman.
Seeing the right opportunity, she ordered the fire snake to abandon the soil Giants and spit fire at the old woman on the ground.
"Ah! Despicable..."
The old woman was ignited by the flames and struggled in a sea of flames.
The soil Giants, which had lost the support of its divine power, showed signs of decline. Finally, when two fire snakes self-destructed, the three behemoths exited together.
Melisandre lowered her arms weakly, and blood dripped from her fingertips to the grass. She stood there panting, her face covered with cold sweat and blood.
Her condition is not very good either, and she is on the losing side.
In the ruins of Riverrun not far away, a dozen bandits had dull eyes. The scene in front of them made them doubt their life and they could not recover for a long time.
Is this still a battle between Wizard? They are clearly two gods!
Melisandre adjusted her breathing, endured the severe pain in her body, and moved slowly towards Riverrun. She was going there to "borrow" the bandits' horses and return to Winterfell...
The moment Melisandre turned around to leave, a black shadow jumped out of the sea of fire, like a dark cheetah, and ran behind her so fast that no one had time to react.
"Pfft!"
A bone hand with a little flesh attached pierced Melisandre's back and poked out from her chest.
At this time, the old woman had been burned to char, her face peeled off, revealing two rows of incomplete teeth, "Giggle... the false god you believe in can't protect you, you despicable bitch!"
Melisandre held the bone hand on his chest, pulled out the Valyrian steel short knife he carried with him, turned around quickly, and chopped off the old woman's head cleanly.
Now, the old woman cannot die anymore.
Melisandre tremblingly took out a small jar of medicine from the medicine bag on his waist, raised his head and drank it.
With the help of the potion, her face gradually became rosy and the wound stopped bleeding.
She gritted her teeth, pulled the bone hand out of her chest, and let the old woman's headless body fall to the ground.
Melisandre looked down at the hole in her chest with a solemn expression. She had to rush back to Winterfell to receive Gary's treatment before the potion's power was exhausted.
Otherwise, she will definitely die.
The rogue bandits in the distance were horrified when they saw such a horrifying scene. They shrank back to the fire and felt a hint of warmth.
The leader of the bandits laughed awkwardly and said, "Has House Stark become a god? First, he used Ice Magic and Dragon to destroy Frey and Bolton, and now there is such a powerful fire Wizard..."
More than a dozen bandits around him kept nodding, and some were saying, "Fortunately we escaped the North, otherwise..."
Others said, "Captain, how about we go further south and go to Crownlands to make a living?"
The bandit leader glared at the bandit who spoke, "Are you an idiot? Now Lannister is at war with Stark. A group of us the North people are going to Crownlands? We are looking for death!"
They were discussing in a lively manner, but they didn't realize that Melisandre had already walked to the door.
Outside Riverrun Main Castle, which was mostly collapsed, Melisandre held on to the door frame, looked at the bandits inside, and said, "I need one of your horses."
The gangsters stared at the hole in Melisandre's chest, their teeth chattering with fear, and they could not speak clearly, "Please... please help yourself."
It was the bandit leader who had the foresight to kick the man next to him and scolded, "Stupid pig! Why don't you go help this young lady get her horse over!"
The kicked bandit reluctantly left the fire and whispered, "There are so many people, why do you have to choose me..."
He deliberately avoided Melisandre and ran outside to where the horses were tied.
Melisandre judged the origins of these bandits through their clothes and accents, "Looking at your accents, you are from the North? Why don't you go back to the North? What are you doing in Riverlands?"
The bandit leader hesitated and spoke vaguely.
A bold bandit said, "We escaped from Winterfell. There was a shortage of food there, and King in the North ran away again. We had no way to survive, so we left."
Melisandre asked in confusion, "Do you think King in the North is Luke·Stark?"
"Yes." The rogue responded.
Melisandre took the reins from the bandit's hand and said casually, "King in the North did not leave. He returned to Winterfell after the Wall defeated the Wildlings army. You can go back with me, and I will absolve you of the guilt of desertion."
The bandits were a little moved. They looked at the leader, as if they wanted him to make a decision.
In fact, they had heard rumors about this a long time ago, but due to their status as deserters, they never dared to go back.
The bandit leader regretted his decision to escape Winterfell. He felt that he had caused his men to become bandits and lost their honor and dignity. He blamed himself very much and tried his best to make up for this mistake.
Now with Melisandre guarantee, it is indeed the best opportunity to return to your hometown.
Therefore, he did not hesitate, stood up and bowed his head in salute, "If you don't mind, Miss, we are willing to accompany you. We only ask that Miss can obey and admit it, so that we can avoid the punishment of desertion."
Melisandre immediately agreed. For a moment, the bandits cheered and everyone's face was filled with happy smiles.
The horse-riding bandit standing next to Melisandre suddenly laughed strangely. He pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed Melisandre several times in the stomach, "Don't think I will let you go, you despicable bitch!"
Melisandre opened her eyes wide, covering the wound on her stomach, and leaned against the wall weakly. She looked at the bandit in disbelief, "Seven?"
The bandit waved his dagger and was about to wipe off Melisandre's neck...
"Whoops."
A sharp arrow penetrated the eye socket of the famous bandit, killing him instantly.
The bandit leader ran to Melisandre and helped her onto the horse, "Miss, you go first, we stay behind. I hope we can all survive, see you Winterfell!"
He raised his hand and slapped the horse's butt, watching the horse carrying Melisandre gradually move away.
"Thank you for restoring our honor and self-esteem."
At this time, the Main Castle ruins were already in chaos. Seven's Crone possessed another rogue bandit and started fighting with other rogue bandits.
These bandits all come from the North and believe in Old Gods, not Seven.
Therefore, although Crone of Seven can forcibly possess them, it cannot use Magic and can only borrow the brute force of the body.
The bandit leader drew his sword and shouted, "Brothers! We can't break our oath this time! This is our chance to atone! For the sake of the North's queen, and for our honor, stop this monster!"
These low-level soldiers have never seen Margaery·Tyrell up close. They only know that this noble lady is the Reach's most beautiful woman.
So they saw Melisandre's beautiful appearance today and misunderstood that she was Margaery·Tyrell.
"Oh!" The gangsters looked at death as they rushed towards their possessed companions with weapons raised high.
The leader knew that monsters would spread among them. He had already had death aspirations and secretly cried, "I'm sorry, brothers, I can't take you home."