On the distant continent of Essos, there is a red land. This red land has low hills, wind-eroded fields and dry river beds.
This place is called the Red Wasteland. The air in the entire wasteland is dry, there are few trees, and there is no life except for scattered forage.
Jorah Mormont, who had not slept all night and looked haggard, slowly walked towards the burned out pyre in front of him.
The three bloodriders followed his footsteps. Drogo's Kals had split, and the eyes of the remaining people followed them and looked toward the center of the pyre.
Among the charred charcoal, a woman with silver-gold hair was sitting cross-legged in the ashes. When she heard the sounds around her, she raised her head.
Although her face was covered with ashes, her incomparable beauty could still be clearly seen. At this moment, her radiant purple eyes were quietly watching Jorah and the three bloodriders.
Two creatures that looked like winged lizards were dormant in her arms, and an obviously strong lizard creature climbed out from her right shoulder.
A newborn dragon!
Jorah, who was extremely shocked, recognized the three lizard creatures in an instant, knelt down on one knee directly in front of Daenerys Targaryen, and said: "The blood of my blood!"
"Hiss!"
Upon hearing this, Daenerys stood up silently. On her petite and tall naked body, a young dragon wrapped its wings around her left leg, and a young dragon coiled around her left hand. The strongest one was
The dragon, standing on her right shoulder spread its wings and roared.
Following the majestic roar of the young dragon, all the people sincerely knelt down to the ground to worship the mother of dragons who was not afraid of the flames and gave birth to the giant dragon.
Above their heads, a red comet with a long tail was piercing the blue sky, swearing that the world in the future would be different from the past.
…
On the Narrow Sea, a fleet flying the flag of the flaming stag was sailing towards Storm's End in Shipbreaker Bay.
Among the flagships, a man with strong limbs and a serious face, with only a row of fine black hair on his head, asked a beautiful woman next to him wearing a red robe, with red eyes and copper-red hair: "Renly has
With nearly 100,000 troops, are you sure I can win?"
"Of course, Your Majesty Stannis. You are the person chosen by my Lord. I have already seen the death of the false king Renly Baratheon in the revelation of the Lord!"
Hearing this, the beauty in red robe showed a smile on her heart-shaped face and answered.
"Well, that's good! By the way, you said before, what kind of revelation is that thing in the sky?"
Stannis did not smile when he heard her words. He seemed to have remembered something and continued to ask.
"That is my Lord's revelation to help you get rid of the false king. I can feel that something is reviving in my body!"
The beauty in red robe looked up at the deck and seemed to see the red comet in the sky. She spoke with deep meaning.
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The Riverlands, an unnamed section of the River Avenue.
"Soros, are you sure those beasts will take this path?"
Berry, who was ambushing in the woods on both sides with more than fifty civilians armed with various weapons, turned to ask Soros behind him.
"Gulu, you will definitely come here. The Magic Mountain is occupying Harrenhal for rest at the moment. Their cavalry has just plundered the town in front. They will definitely bring the loot and prisoners to the Magic Mountain."
Soros first unscrewed the stopper of the wine bag, took a big gulp, and then explained to Berry.
"Well, I hope there aren't many of them this time, I don't care!
But I don’t want these brothers who have just joined us to suffer too many casualties. After all, they are not like me..."
Berry turned around and looked at dozens of male civilians who had joined him because their homes were destroyed, relatives were killed, and other reasons, and he whispered to Soros.
"Berry, you should cherish your life. Although our Lord has performed a miracle for you, it does not mean that you will be resurrected next time."
When Soros heard Berry's words, he felt that he didn't take his own life seriously, so he reminded him in a low voice.
"Well, I know...they are coming!"
While Berry was answering, he saw a group of nearly thirty Lannister cavalry at the intersection ahead, escorting several transport carriages, heading towards the direction where they were ambush.
Those transport carriages contained supplies, as well as captured civilians. These civilians locked in cages on the carriages included men, women, old and young.
This group of Lannister cavalry marched forward in a swaggering manner, completely unaware of the ambush in the woods ahead.
In other words, since Magic Mountain killed the bastard who often attacked their scattered cavalry, they have not been attacked again, so their vigilance has long been relaxed.
The leader of this Lannister cavalry is named Burton Craher. He is the younger brother of Lord Roland Craher, Lord of Crake Hall in the West.
As a subordinate specially selected by the Magic Mountain, he is a strong man with an equally strong body, broad shoulders and round waist.
Whoosh, whoosh!
The Lannister cavalry were attacked by seven or eight arrows as soon as they reached the section where Berry and others were ambushing.
These archers are civilian hunters, and the bows and arrows in their hands are not refined and strong bows.
Therefore, except for one arrow that accurately hit a cavalryman in the right eye, causing him to fall down and dismount, the other arrows did not penetrate, and the refined armor on the Lannister cavalry was either bounced off, or
Hanging softly on it.
"Enemy attack!"
After reacting, Burton immediately let out a loud shout. He pulled out the round-headed mace from his waist with his right hand, then rode his horse to meet Berry and others who ran out of the woods.
Bang!
Burton swung the round-headed mace in his hand and struck the right side of the war horse. Blood splattered everywhere on the right face of a civilian holding a sickle as a weapon.
The civilian holding the scythe was hit hard and fell straight to the ground. Half of his face was torn off by the spikes on the round-headed mace.
Whoosh!
Berry, who was on the left side of Burton's horse, took this opportunity and slashed the left leg of the slow horse with his long sword.
Phew!
The war horse whose left leg was cut off let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground with Burton on its back.
Berry was about to step forward to investigate Burton's situation, but was entangled by another cavalryman.
While struggling to kill the cavalryman, Berry accidentally caught a glimpse of Thoros looking at his long sword burning with flames, standing there in silence in a daze.
"Soros, what are you doing?"
After pulling the cavalryman off his horse and slitting his neck, Berry yelled at Soros.
Thoros suddenly came out of his daze when he heard Berry's cry. He immediately rushed forward to help with a flaming sword in hand.
With nearly twice the number of Lannister cavalry, Beric and others fought very hard.
If there hadn't been a hunter with good archery skills who kept shooting Lannister cavalry, I'm afraid this ambush initiated by themselves would have turned into an ambush that killed them.
Beric, who had suffered two minor injuries, had just finished off a Lannister cavalryman and looked up to observe the battlefield. He discovered that Burton, who had just fallen off his horse, was not dead. He was killing a civilian of his own with a hammer.
Their eyes met, and then they rushed towards each other at the same time.
This time, one blow will determine the outcome!
Burton's round-head hammer hit the right side of Berry's head hard. The broken eyeballs fell with blood, and the right side of Berry's head was directly smashed.
And Berry's long sword, from bottom to top, penetrated deeply from Burton's chin and penetrated straight into his head.
The two of them died together!
Burton, who had lost his backbone, and the remaining Lannister cavalry were all quickly killed by Thoros and others.
After the battle ended, Thoros dropped the flaming sword in his hand and ran to Berry's side immediately.
Thoros pulled out the round-headed hammer from Berry's head and immediately recited the last prayer: "My Lord, the Lord of Light! Please shine your light on this person..."
On a prison van holding many prisoners, an old man with gray hair and many wrinkles on his face noticed Soros's actions.
But regarding Soros's actions, his wise blue eyes were full of confusion.
Following Soros's prayer, Berry's smashed right side of his head quickly recovered. However, after his right eye socket recovered, the eyeball inside could not be restored, leaving a terrifying black hole.
"Hoo ho!"
Berry, who died for the second time, suddenly sat up. He was resurrected again through Soros's prayer.
Crunch!
When the old man in the prison van saw Berry come back from the dead, he immediately grabbed the bars of the prison van with both hands. In addition to the expression of disbelief on his face, you could also see the burning desire for knowledge in his eyes.
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Winterfell, inner castle.
Brandon in the room closed his eyes tightly, as if he was in an extremely real dream.
He dreamed that he turned into a direwolf and was running wildly in the godswood. After it looked up at the red comet in the sky, it quickly ran to the small lake in the godswood. Through the clear and calm lake water, it saw himself.
Turns out it’s summer!
When Brandon was awakened by the dream and opened his eyes, the Winterfell kennel was a separate wolf den temporarily transformed for Nymeria and the lady. There was a captured large gray wolf in each, and they were locked up with them.
Induced by the pheromones secreted by the female wolf in heat, the two large gray wolves couldn't wait to step forward for breeding activities.
As the breeding activity comes to an end, a looming red mist rises from Nymeria and the lady.
This red mist seemed to be affected by something, and began to stir continuously. Nymeria and the lady's wolf eyes gradually turned blood red.
Aww!
Woo, woo...
After the breeding activity was over, they suddenly turned around and bit the gray wolf's neck. The two gray wolves in the den lost their lives in miserable low whimpering.
And Nymeria and the Lady began to bite their bodies continuously.
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The Great Wall, Castle Black.
The Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch, Jeor Mormont, looked at the busy rangers preparing horses, weapons, dry food and other necessary equipment.
They will cross the Great Wall and search for Benjen Stark outside the Great Wall, and explore the secret of the disappearance of the wildlings. They want to see what is brewing or happening outside.
Jon, who originally wanted to go south to join Robb's army, was persuaded by his brothers in the Night's Watch, including Sam, to do so. Maester Aemon and Lord Commander Geo also had a heart-to-heart talk with him.
Quack, quack, quack!
The iron gate under the Great Wall was opened, and Jon turned his head and looked around. Sam, 'Melancholy' Eddie, and Grant, the brothers of the Night's Watch who were friends with him, all looked nervous.
Among the nearly three hundred other brothers of the Night's Watch, some were equally nervous and some were very calm. Among the new recruits Yoren brought back from King's Landing this time, two strange-looking strong men also joined the patrol.
One is named Fang. His tongue has been cut off, so he cannot speak and can only make a hissing sound. The other is named Rorge. His body is covered with black hair and he has no nose.
When he first arrived at Castle Black, he spoke obscenely and needed to be beaten. After being repaired by Jon, he is now much more honest.
However, Rorge, who often hangs out with Sharptooth, is somewhat afraid of and hates Jon and others.
"Set off!"
Following Commander-in-Chief Jie Ao's order, a patrol of nearly 300 people mounted war horses and set off from the passage under the Great Wall.
The little fat guy Hot Pie, who was assigned to work in the kitchen of Castle Black, looked at their backs and secretly thought about how many people would be able to return to Castle Black again.
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In the far north beyond the Great Wall, in a large ghost forest, there is a huge and extremely lush weirwood tree growing on a hillside. Under its hillside is a complex cave system.
In one of the empty caves, an old man with long white hair, completely pale exposed skin, skinny as firewood and dressed in ragged clothes was embedded among countless entangled weirwood tree roots.
The weirwood roots penetrated his thighs and emerged from his shoulders.
Dark red leaves grew on his bones, and gray mushrooms occupied his forehead. A thin tree root crawled down his cheek from one of his empty eye sockets and pierced into his neck.
This white-haired old man, who looked more like a dead body than a living person, suddenly opened his intact eye. He saw that this eye was blood red and looked extremely penetrating.
"Great Three-Eyed Crow, what's the situation outside now?"
In the corner of the cave, a short humanoid with dark skin and a beautiful face, wearing clothes woven from leaves and using a piece of bark as leggings, opened her mouth and asked in the common language of Westeros.
"puff!"
The three-eyed crow in the weirwood root first spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and then he replied weakly,
"The entire Heart Tree south of the Great Wall has withered and died. It was the man who destroyed the future who sent those ignorant humans to do it.
Ye Zi, you need to warn other children of the forest that there will be a war here in the near future!"
Seeing the Three-Eyed Crow vomiting blood again, the son of the forest named Ye Zi immediately expressed concern: "I will warn them!
However, you have not recovered from the serious injury you suffered last time, and now all the heart trees south of the Great Wall have withered and died.
If this continues, you, who have already exceeded the limit of human lifespan, may..."
"Don't worry about me! It's not time for me to leave yet.
Now, I can feel some changes happening outside, and the power in my body is reviving."
The three-eyed crow spoke slowly, and at the same time, the blood-red eye slowly closed,
"And, I have already chosen the next Three-Eyed Crow!"
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On the sunset sea, the five-hundred-foot-long Hongyang Giant Monster is riding the wind and waves on the sea.
Robb, who was in a somewhat impetuous mood, took Xue Feng, who also conveyed his irritable thoughts, to the deck of the Ocean Giant. At a glance, he saw the red comet hanging in the sky.
Red comet!
So, Daenerys Targaryen has been reborn from the ashes with the three-headed dragon?
Robb, who understood what the red comet represented, suddenly had this idea in his mind.
While Robb was thinking about the future, a red mist appeared on his body, and the bloodthirsty desire in his mind gradually increased.
Am I losing control? How is that possible?
After Xue Feng’s last killing, I only had 53 blood bond points, which was far from the critical point!
Oops, without Nymeria and Lady around, there is no way to consume blood bond points!
Feeling that he was about to lose control, Robb quickly turned his attention to Xue Feng beside him.