The distance from King's Landing to Norvos is long, and it may take several months if traveling normally. However, for the dragon, these distances are not a problem.
Viserys flew to Norvos in just a few days from King's Landing. During this period, he stopped in Pentos for a while to catch up with old friends.
But even so.
Viserys rode a dragon and flew across the Narrow Sea to Norvos, which was also faster than a raven's flight. However, when he arrived here, Viserys discovered this monk deep in the mountains.
The city seemed to be holding a grand funeral. The magnificent buildings in the upper city were covered with white banners, and a huge funeral shed could be seen from the sky.
However, when the dragon hovered in the sky of Norvos, everyone in the city of Norvos panicked.
"Oh my God!"
"This is a dragon! This is a dragon!"
Because it's hard not to remind the Norvos of the time when they were dominated by the Valyrian Freehold hundreds of years ago.
Although Norvos, like Loras and Qohor, was founded by Valyrian religious dissidents, according to legend, a bearded monk who believed in the mystic god was dissatisfied with Valyria's free and loose belief system, so he led the Tantra
The believers left the Land of Long Summer and settled in Norvos.
They built fortresses and temples here, and purchased autonomy from the Free Fortress as a vassal. They offered tribute year after year, but were protected by the Free Fortress. Later, during the Andals' invasion of Norvos, Warley
Leah sent out hundreds of dragons at once, instantly destroying King Cologne and his army of Andals who were accustomed to fighting, and saved Norvos from being conquered.
However, it was this war that rooted the fear of dragons and Valyria in the hearts of the Norvos people.
Today, Valyria is resurrected in the west, founded by one of their former neighbors.
In recent years, the empire has also continued to expand its territory, and has successively annexed Myr, Lys, and Tyrosh. These have made the Norvos people fearful, fearing that one day the army will exceed 100,000 people, and the eight dragons will
Suddenly airborne in front of them, repeating the scene where the Andal army was annihilated outside the city of Norvos.
Therefore, when Balerion, the Black Death, suddenly appeared in the sky of Norvos and roared, many Norvos and bearded monks were in danger, and the whole city was amidst the roar of the dragon.
Trembling.
Boom——
Boom——
Boom——
However, at this moment, the three ancient bells of Novos, Noum, Nala, and Nir, all rang at the same time.
When these three ancient bells, which were called one of the nine man-made wonders of the world by Longlegs Lomas, rang, the entire city-state could hear it.
Because these bells will tell every Norvos what to do now, including getting up, going to bed, working, resting, fighting, praying, and even when to have sex.
"gather!"
"Hurry up!"
"Prepare to defend against the enemy!"
The Holy Guard soldiers holding long axes began to gather, and the entire city-state in the mountains and hills was in chaos.
Norvos also has a "Governor's Council", but this is just a formality, because all governors are chosen by God through monks. There are no rules. Some are of noble birth, and some are of ordinary birth.
"what to do?"
A dozen bearded monks stood in front of the ancient temple at a loss, because they did not know how to deal with the dragon. Their secret god did not tell them, but only told them to influence their enemies with good thoughts.
However, at this moment, the black dragon above the head suddenly let out a deafening roar, and the entire city-state trembled again. The throats of all the holy guards holding the long ax rolled, and their palms were full of sweat. At the same time, a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared.
Appeared in front of twelve bearded monk governors.
Then a young man wearing a black cloak and long silver-gold hair walked out.
"Good day, everyone."
Phew~
The dissipated black mist was retracted into the black cloak.
"you are..."
The bearded monk governor of Norvos had a look of shock on his face, because this was miracles and magic. An old monk with a gray beard and a face piled up around him could not help but speak with respect in his voice, and then asked
road.
In fact, Viserys no longer needs to prove his identity.
However, after all, he had something to ask for during this trip, but after he clarified his identity, he got an answer that he did not expect.
"He is dead."
"Just a few days ago."
This old monk didn't know how many years he had been alive, and neither did the twelve monk governors chosen by the Mysterious God present.
Because many of them are not from aristocratic families, they just know that since their grandfathers they have heard that there is a highly respected old monk in the ancient temple on the Sinner's Stairs.
He is the core of the entire Tantric faith, yet even his name and title are not known.
However, he had suddenly passed away due to illness a few days ago. It happened so suddenly that no one could have thought of it in advance. Even because no one came to disturb him often, his body was already smelly when he was found. But for such a young man,
This is also normal for older people.
"Get ill?"
"died?"
When Viserys heard this answer, he was a little confused and frowned slightly.
He did not expect such a coincidence that a few days before he came to Norvos, the 'prophet' of the Essos continent died suddenly.
Then Viserys was silent for a long time, and the twelve bearded monk governors in front of him also looked uneasy. After all, this person in front of him is probably the most terrifying person in the world, not to mention that he had just performed a miraculous performance.
It also shocked the bearded monks present. The dragon was right above their heads, and they did not dare to have any evil intentions.
"Can I see him?"
Viserys, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked.
"sure."
"His death is a huge loss to Tantra as a whole, and we are all grieving."
It was still the monk with gray hair and beard who was leading the group. He took the initiative to stand up and bowed slightly, then led Viserys to the burial place of the old monk.
The funeral had been held for several days, but now his body is still in the coffin and has not been buried.
When Viserys came to this magnificent mourning hall, the monks present all looked frightened and looked at Viserys with uneasy eyes. It was obvious that the scene of the dragon circling and roaring in the sky just now scared everyone present.
Few people.
They all thought that the Valyrian Empire was going to take action against the pure land of Norvos.
However, when they saw that only Viserys came here, they couldn't help but look slightly moved, and many thoughts arose in their hearts. However, the twelve monk governors did not show any expression. Except for the old monk who led the way, the rest
Everyone followed me obediently, so I gave up the idea.
"He rests here now."
Then the old monk who was leading the way turned around and said.
Viserys didn't speak, just nodded slightly. He walked forward and looked up and down at the coffin in front of him.
Then he reached out and grabbed the coffin lid suddenly, and opened it directly.
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