A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

Pain, severe pain, heart-wrenching pain!

The constant waves of pain all over his body made Black Walder tremble in the corner of the house. The pain that seemed to be torn apart made him unbearable, but for some reason he could not faint.

The simple thatched house could not completely block the cold wind from blowing in. The small snow that was spreading in the river bay turned into heavy snow in the river area close to the north. The coldness caused a thin layer of ice crystals on the surface of the water tank in the house, silently revealing the temperature at this time.

However, Black Walder in the straw pile was sweating profusely, as if he was in a suffocating furnace. He unconsciously tore open his thick cotton jacket, revealing his strong wheat-colored chest, and also a black scar that seemed to have been scratched by a wolf's claws.

Black Walder used to be very concerned about this scar, because he knew the consequences of being scratched, but now he had no time to care about it. The endless pain made his mind blurry, and the rolling sweat soaked his eyes, so that he could not see everything around him clearly.

He seemed to have a high fever, but the cold wind blowing in from the cracks in the wall did not bring any comfort to Black Walder. Instead, it was like being scraped by a cold knife, and waves of pain that were deeper than the pain in his body continued to emerge...

Everything made him want to scream, but his tongue that had been bitten to pieces and his throat that seemed to be dry and cracked could not do this.

So he could only hunch over in the straw and struggle silently and hideously, screaming, fearing, reminiscing, and hating...

After being rescued from the Twins, Black Walder experienced a period of hiding, following Mallister, who saved him but obviously looked down on him. But when the news came that the crisis in Seaward had been resolved, he could only hide from the waves of hunting teams from the Twins by himself.

Because the Mallister had abandoned him and went to Seaward.

This made Black Walder feel quite regretful, because the other party left without saying goodbye, but if he knew this in advance, he would definitely take the money and the strange ring from the other party for his own use.

The money was not important, but the ring was very magical, which could make people flee in panic at a glance. It was also a weapon for them to escape from the Twins. If he... If he had the ring to help him when he encountered the monster...

Thinking about this, his remaining thoughts were full of pain and regret.

After Black Walder, who was hunted by the Twins, found himself alone, he wanted to go directly to the north for refuge, but he was attacked by the terrifying monster on the way. In the past, he was wearing armor, so he was not too afraid of the thing that was immortal but not very threatening. But now, as a fugitive, he was dressed in simple clothes and could not avoid being injured in the fight.

Even if he was not strong and proficient in close combat, he would not survive the bite of the monster!

However, now it seems that the best treatment for him is to die at that time...

This thought flashed through his mind, and then a greater pain came, causing him to twitch violently, and then he kicked his legs and finally fainted.

So Black Walder could not understand that after he fainted, his skin began to become wrinkled, gray and white, and finally grew wisps of white hair.

He obviously did not find that his fingernails and toenails were falling off piece by piece, revealing the bright red tender flesh inside, but soon they were covered by the spreading, sharp and black strange nails again.

What he couldn't see more was that his tight pants were constantly stretched up at his buttocks, and finally burst with a hissing sound, and a sticky gray-white tail stained with unknown liquid came out!

The heavy snow outside finally stopped after a whole night. A farmer passed by the thatched house and found that the neighbor's house seemed too quiet, so he peeked out the window and found that his three neighbors were lying on the ground with their eyes wide open, obviously dead for a long time. In front of the woman, a terrifying white monster was squatting in front of the corpse, with his shoulders trembling, and the strange chewing sound was trivial and terrifying.

The farmer looked at all this in horror, trying hard to hold back his cry, but couldn't help but step back, but this faint sound seemed to be noticed by the existence in the house, and the monster in the house with its back to him suddenly turned around and looked at him, revealing a hideous wolf face stained red with blood!

Screams soon sounded from the village that should have been quiet here, and spread rapidly.

…

On the other side of the Seven Kingdoms, in the area of ​​the Angle Hill of the River Bend, a conversation that was inconspicuous but had a far-reaching impact on the future situation was also taking place.

"What kind of storm can we stir up in this era with our individual abilities alone? Barbarians, it is necessary for us to unite. Only when we unite together can we regain the power of the past!"

The "man" with short silver hair and a very heroic appearance is now standing in a fenced yard in the forest, staring at a sturdy middle-aged man with a beard who is silently chopping wood in the yard.

"I have planned it. First, we will accumulate our initial operating funds by kidnapping and extortion, then go to the Free Trade City-State to find mercenaries, and finally wait for an opportunity to counterattack the Seven Kingdoms - what do you think of this idea? Barbarians?"

There was still no response. The sturdy middle-aged man was still chopping wood silently. The crackling sound of the axe in his hand chopping on the wooden stakes was very crisp, and it sounded very peaceful outside the cabin in the forest.

"Are you really willing to be a lumberjack for the rest of your life? Or do you want to be a lumberjack for your descendants for who knows how many generations? Don't you want to become the Earl of Horn Hill again and take charge of the Tully family again?"

The silver-haired "man" frowned and asked, "Your current situation is worse than a dog!"

These words did not make the other party angry, but they finally made him look up at the visitor.

"How many people have you gathered?" His voice was steady and vicissitudes of life.

"What?"

"How many people are there in the so-called alliance you speak of?"

"Counting you, six."

The silver-haired "man" said: "But this is just the beginning. We will definitely attract more, but it will take time."

"So who are these six people?"

"This..." The silver-haired man hesitated and was a little embarrassed when he heard the words, but then he replied firmly: "Except you and me, a tailor girl, two farmers, and a bard, we are all People over there!”

"So this is your team?"

The middle-aged man showed a mocking expression when he heard this: "Aegon was able to conquer the Seven Kingdoms because of his dragons and his wisdom, but what about you, Maegor? As the son of a conqueror, what else do you have now? You have no dragon, no wisdom, no identity, and you are not even a man anymore - you want me to follow you? "

He shook his head and bent down to continue chopping wood.

"It's better for you to do what you said, become a bandit and make some money, then go to the Eastern Continent to make a quiet living, and at the same time learn how to be a woman. Ha, I really hope to see you giving birth to a child. , but it’s a pity that it’s destined not to be my child, so let’s forget it.”

These words were simply insulting. The silver-haired "man" trembled all over after hearing the words, but even though his face was angry, he did not pull out the long sword on his waist. Instead, he gritted his teeth and left a word before turning around and leaving.

"Just because you reject me now doesn't mean you will reject me again in the future. Barbarian Samwell, let's wait and see!"

These words made the middle-aged man who was chopping wood couldn't help but pause, and then he couldn't help but look up at the leaving figure with a surprised expression.

…

Iron Islands, Holy Coast of Old Wyke.

The results of the war left the entire archipelago immersed in an atmosphere of heaviness and sorrow, but at this time on the beach on Old Wyke Island, the atmosphere was very warm, even fanatical.

"The evil Storm God brought violent storms in the green land, causing the ironborn to suffer such heavy losses, but the great Drowned God had already arranged everything!"

A bald old Drowned Man surrounded by the crowd raised his hands and shouted: "The dead will not die. Our relatives have stepped into the Flowing Water Palace of the Drowned God and are enjoying the flowing water banquet arranged by the Drowned God and the service of the mermaids. The dead will not die!" "

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud response from the dense crowd, including fishermen, soldiers, miners, farmers, and even a few nobles... The listeners all had excited expressions at this moment, as if they had heard some great news.

But the words of the Drowned Man were not over yet. The fanaticism on his face became more intense, and he shouted louder and louder: "The Drowned God has solemnly received the ironborn who fought for him, but the Drowned God has not given up on our piety. People! He has sent His son, yes, the Son of the Drowned God has arrived! He has revived Aeron Greyjoy, and he is destined to lead the Ironborn to their former glory! ! The dead will rise again with greater force! ”

Even bigger cheers broke out because of these words, and at the same time, a large number of people began to chant this slogan that has been passed down in the Iron Islands for countless years.

Seeing this, Lao Yanren hurriedly raised his hand and lowered it to indicate that he hadn't finished speaking yet.

"The great Son of the Drowned God has now stepped into the green land to observe all that evil personally. Now we need to wait and accumulate strength! Waiting for the return of the Son of the Drowned God, waiting for the revival of the ancient road, waiting for the Iron Islands to rise again! No! Wrong, rise again!”

"Rise again!" an old Ironborn roared after Drowning's words. More people echoed equally loudly.

"Long live the Son of the Drowned God!"

"revenge!"

"The dead never die!"

…

The noise gradually faded away, and a man in a gray cloak broke away from this large group of people full of fanaticism and walked towards the coastline not far away.

Under the hood, he has ugly scars on his face, and he looks ugly, but his eyes are extremely bright.

After arriving at the coastline, he pushed a small boat parked there into the sea, then paddled away from Old Wake Island and headed towards Great Wake Island.

"We need to wait for the return of the Son of the Drowned God, but we don't need to wait without any results, and we don't need the flattery that pretends to be pious."

He murmured under his breath as he paddled, recalling the half-orange he had eaten when he was on the verge of death, and a trace of fanaticism flashed across his face.

"Wealth, women, treasures, I will snatch the best of everything in the world, and then dedicate it to him with my own hands!"

While talking to himself, the oar in his hand paddled faster and more powerfully, and out of sight of the people on the boat, an octopus the size of a human head was clinging to the bottom of the boat, riding the windward boat, following the sea water. The floating tentacles swayed slightly, as if silently echoing the words of the man on the boat.

…

Somewhere in the continent of Essos, in a vast and magnificent hall, an old man dressed as a knight from Westeros was speaking to the middle-aged man sitting on the grand throne at the end of the hall. However, he had not finished speaking. A beautiful silver-haired woman accompanying the middle-aged man suddenly frowned and covered her stomach, directly attracting the attention of the middle-aged man who was listening quietly.

"What's wrong, madam? Do you feel sick in your stomach?" he asked hurriedly.

"I seem to feel the child kicking me." The beautiful woman responded, raising her hand to caress her slightly bulging belly, with a smile on her lips.

"How is this possible? How old is the child?"

"But I really felt...Holy Mary, this kid must be very healthy."

The middle-aged man smiled when he heard this, feeling that his wife should be fine, so he raised his hand and patted her arm comfortingly, then turned his head and looked at the old knight waiting quietly under the throne, and the two people behind him. Boys and girls.

"Ser Darry, regarding the restoration of the Targaryen family, my attitude remains unchanged. As for the marriage you mentioned..."

The middle-aged man said, looking at the silver-haired boy holding his head high behind the old knight, and the shy little girl hiding behind the old knight, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"My child has not yet been born, and I am not sure whether it is a boy or a girl, but His Highness the Prince is too old and is not a suitable candidate. Princess Daenerys matches the age of my child, so if I have a son, then a marriage Maybe it can be considered, but if it’s my daughter——”

Before he could finish his words, the woman next to him squealed again and held her stomach, which made the middle-aged man's face suddenly become very nervous.

"Are you really okay, ma'am?"

"I'm not sure, maybe..."

"Maybe you should go and rest quickly! Madam, I'll take you away right now." The middle-aged man said, looking apologetically at the one, two, and three people standing below, and after a brief conversation, he signaled that the The conversation is over.

In this regard, although the visiting old knight was helpless, he could only turn around and leave.

"He is too presumptuous, I am a prince!" After walking out of the gorgeous palace and arriving at the flat square outside, a look of anger appeared on the face of the silver-haired boy.

"You are not a beggar who can be dismissed casually!"

"But if it weren't for Lord Neptune's protection, we wouldn't even have a place to live, Your Highness." The old knight replied with a sigh, and then looked at the girl who was holding her clothes tightly behind her butt, and found that her little face was tight and full of tension, and her eyes were tense. There was a flash of love.

"Your Highness, what's going on?"

He squatted down and asked with concern.

"I'm hungry." The girl replied in a sweet voice.

The plot of Renly's childhood is over, and the next stage is a new beginning, so it's a bit stuck. In addition, I need to remove the stitches on my teeth in the afternoon... so I will resume updating tomorrow~