A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

Over there, there was a commotion in King's Landing due to the "serious illness" of the former Prime Minister. Here, there were so many people that it seemed as if the huge fleet occupying the entire sea was in a panic.

The weather was bright when we set sail yesterday, but gradually turned gloomy at night. Today, after one night, there were even strong winds in the surrounding sea.

There were dark clouds overhead, and thick clouds kept rolling in. Occasionally bursts of lightning and thunder appeared among them. Every time they appeared, it would panic the countless people who looked up and watched below.

This is obviously a sign of an approaching storm!

What's strange is that it hasn't rained yet?

But even this is enough to make most people timid. Many senior sailors and captains have proposed to return to the sea. Those nomads who took a boat for the first time were so frightened that they knelt down and shouted, thinking that they must have provoked the gods when they left the grassland. get angry.

But not everyone is so ignorant. The Dothraki priests are busy running on various ships to appease the people. Some figures in red robes interspersed throughout the fleet are even shouting to the sky, mumbling words. What's more, they captured some slaves who were on the ship and carried out a cruel fire sacrifice regardless of the slaves' screams.

In fact, some red-robed monks did this when the climate first changed yesterday. Their behavior was not to fool people, but it was really effective, otherwise the storm would not have completely arrived by now.

However, although it was effective, the effect was not outstanding. The momentum of the storm was slowed down, but it never completely dissipated and was still slowly increasing.

Among the many ships, a tall and thin figure wearing a red robe was standing on the bow deck holding a scepter, looking up at the terrifying phenomenon in the sky with a solemn expression.

This was not a normal storm. He could feel that there was some special will hidden in the wind blowing his clothes around him, and it was this will that caused the storm.

He was no stranger to this.

In his early years, before he became the Supreme Priest of the Red God Church, he had traveled to the continent of Westeros and had seen this phenomenon in the sea outside the Storm Land of the Seven Kingdoms.

This was one of the reasons why he clearly opposed landing in the Storm Land when they made their march plan not long ago. Not only was that area mountainous and forested, which was not conducive to cavalry operations, but the sea area it was located in also had the risk of destroying the fleet.

However, what was happening now really surprised him - this place was not close to the Storm Land, and it was even far away from the continent of Westeros. Why would such a unique will come?

The confusion in his heart gave him an inexplicable bad premonition. Seeing that the weather in the sky was getting worse, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Then he suddenly turned around and spoke loudly to the many figures on the deck.

"The darkness of the long night shrouds this sea, and it is also resisting the power of the Lord of Light!"

The tall and thin Supreme Priest Benero's cheeks and chin are covered with flame tattoos. His lipless mouth opens and closes without any special effort, and he naturally utters a burst of high-pitched words.

"But this can't help the devout believers of the true God! But it can't help the devout believers of the true God!!"

The vibrato-filled voice sounded especially sacred, and the determined words seemed to be sure of victory, which made many people on the deck look forward to it, and the silver-haired young man Viserys among them was even more excited because of it.

Then Prince Viserys saw the red-robed priests around him moving under Benero's order. Some went to carry firewood, while others pulled out wailing slaves one after another from the cabin. The robed monk carried out one statue after another.

The Seven Gods of Westeros, the Weeping Lady of Lys, the Faun of the Lazarin people, the God of Harmony on the Isle of Nath...

He didn't see the mainstream gods in the nine free trade cities, but some statues of unfamiliar gods still dazzled Viserys, so he couldn't help but whispered to a teenage silver-haired girl next to him: "Frankly. The motto of the Gillian family is blood and fire, which is in line with the style of R'hllor, the King of Light. Let me tell you, the conquerors should have believed in the King of Light. What seven gods did they believe in? "

The little girl blinked when she heard the words, and did not dare to continue the topic of her brother casually talking about her ancestors. Prince Viserys did not take it seriously. He stared at the busy red-robed monks and opened his mouth to say something else. He stumbled under his feet, and the turbulence of the ship's board made him almost fall to the ground!

This made His Highness the Prince a little angry. He subconsciously thought that the sailors who were operating the ship had crashed the ship onto some reef, thus causing him, the King of Westeros, to lose face. But then he suddenly heard a burst of sound behind him. He yelled in a panic and couldn't help but look back, dumbfounded.

In the sight, there were several huge black and brown pythons stretching out from under the boat, tightly wrapped around the stern of the boat under their feet, squirming and shrinking, shaking the boat hard!

No, that's not a python, it's a tentacle! Tentacles that are one body!

"Sea, sea monster!?"

Muttering subconsciously, Viserys suddenly felt the violent sound of wind breaking through the air behind him. His head couldn't help but be confused. Then he was knocked down by the guard beside him and fell to the deck. His eyes stared blankly at a thick The tentacles wrapped a shadow and swept over his head, and a piece of seawater dripped on his face, bringing a little bit of coldness, making him shiver unconsciously.

"Your Highness, leave quickly!"

The guard's shout rang in his ears, and then he was forcefully pulled up and ran towards the bow of the ship not far away. His steps staggered involuntarily, and he couldn't help but look back. The thick tentacle was already tightly hooked. He stopped at the ship's mast, and then heard a crunching sound. The supposedly strong mast broke instantly and crashed towards the side of the ship!

All this happened so fast that it seemed that the surroundings were in chaos after just a few blinks of an eye.

The terrifying monster attacked, and some people were so scared that they stood still, some people dodged in panic, and some people shouted at the tentacles. In a tense atmosphere, the silver-haired prince was tightly protected by the guards at the other end of the ship where there were no tentacles. In front of him was the supreme priest Benero in a red robe. He turned his back to Viserys and did not show any fear. Instead, he stepped forward with his scepter.

As he moved forward, the tentacles of the sea monster that were dragging and rubbing the ship suddenly trembled, as if they were in pain.

This red-robed monk has a way to deal with this monster!

Seeing this, Viserys felt relieved, and heard a whisper from the guard beside him.

"I heard that the great pirate Regnar has a sea monster escorting him. Could it be this one?"

Pirate?

This word made the silver-haired prince, who should have been full of fear, feel angry.

If it was just a non-human monster, it would be nothing. But now that he heard that this monster was driven by a lowly pirate, he had to instinctively think that he was insulted.

So he opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly there was a slight plop behind him, which made Viserys slightly stunned. Then he couldn't help but turn his head to look, and found that the guard who had his back to him and was carefully guarding the sea had now fallen on the ship's railing, and a blood-stained metal arrowhead on the back of his neck broke through the skin and was faintly revealed!

"Yes--!"

The pupils suddenly shrank, and Viserys opened his mouth to shout, but a hand suddenly stretched out from the outside of the ship and grabbed his collar tightly, and then a huge pulling force suddenly attacked!

Screaming in panic and scratching his hands and feet randomly, the silver-haired prince was thrown into the sea under the ship with a plop!

However, the matter was not over yet. After the attacker succeeded in his attack, he did not leave directly. Instead, he used his other hand to push himself up and leap onto the boat. Then, he swooped down and hit the guard who turned around after hearing the noise without hesitation. Then, he rolled on the ground, dodging the long sword from the other side, and stood up nimbly and took a step forward. The longbow in his hand, which had been equipped with an arrow, was pulled into a full moon while he was rolling. He raised it decisively and thrust it forward. Without even aiming, he suddenly let go!

The arrow flew away with a buzzing sound, and in the blink of an eye, it fiercely penetrated the tall and thin red-robed figure in front of him who was facing away from this place, causing him to scream involuntarily and collapse to the deck with his body powerless. Then, the shooter dodged a knight-dressed guard behind him and slashed angrily. The bowstring of the longbow in his hand had been broken at some point, and he used it as a whip and swung it at the frightened silver-haired little girl not far away.

The force of inertia caused the bowstring to instantly rewind and tightly entangle her neck. The girl's face flushed as she was staggered and pulled closer, but she was not hurt in the end because the guards rescued her from the "whip" in less than two seconds. However, after such a delay, when they pulled their hands away, the assassin had already stepped onto the ship's railing and jumped into the sea.

The sound of plop, accompanied by the girl's coughing with a crying tone, made the four guards furious. While staring at the sea angrily, they also felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

The whole process was only about four or five seconds. The assassin appeared and jumped into the sea very quickly. The red-robed figure who was attacked by an arrow in the back just collapsed to the ground and had not completely died. Most of the people around did not react and stared at all this in a daze.

The deck became silent, and the tentacles of the sea monster took the opportunity to shrink back, causing a lot of noise, so screams suddenly emerged, and a greater chaos than the sea monster attack just now occurred.

"The High Priest was assassinated!"

"Go and save Prince Viserys--!"