A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

The heavy snow fell quietly from the sky, and the calfskin boots carefully crafted by hand on the legs were already deeply sunken in the thick snow shell. In front of him was a frozen pond, and at the edge of the pond, a pale, towering fish beam wood dotted with thick snow stood quietly, silently, but it seemed like the center of the whole world.

The cold wind was howling, and the coldness was coming from all around, but Renly's special physique did not make it unbearable. After just glancing at his current state, he was stunned on the spot.

His slender and strong legs were wrapped in fitted trousers, and the tail of the exquisite black velvet robe reached the knee bend. He wore a leather belt inlaid with sapphires around his waist, and a silver ring representing the lord of Dragonstone on his left index finger... All signs proved that Renly was still in his body at this moment.

But according to past experience, this would obviously not be the case after entering the dungeon.

"It's really abnormal..."

While secretly sighing, Renly suddenly heard a special roar in his ears. He paid a little attention and frowned slightly.

The sound came from the sky above his head, ethereal and vast, and suddenly sounded like the whistling of the cold wind, but after careful identification, it proved that it was not the case. Renly suddenly thought of a kind of existence-dragon.

Looking up, the heavy snow blocked his sight and he couldn't see anything clearly. So he stepped forward and wanted to move forward in the direction of the sound, but before he took a few steps, an old voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Its name is Vermax. It always likes to fly low and roar. It is a bit impulsive. Later, it plunged into the sea and drowned."

Looking back at the sound, a crow has quietly appeared on the fish beam wood submerged in the snow not far away.

The crow was petite, with black feathers. Although it was in the snow, it was not stained with a single bit of white. It stood on the twisted branches of the fish beam wood with its claws, tilted its head and looked at Renly. The third eye on its forehead was very obvious.

"Vormax, a red dragon, I think you should have heard of its name."

After it said that, it suddenly flapped its wings and flew quickly into the sky full of snow, but then there was a creaking sound of snow shells being stepped on behind Renly.

Looking back, an old man in a black robe quietly came into view.

The old man stood about five meters away, with a slightly hunched figure, a wrinkled face, a head of white hair that seemed to blend into the snow, and a very obvious red scar on his cheek. The eyes that stared at Renly were also red, unblinking, and looked a little scary.

"Is it the 129th year of the Conquest Era?" Renly asked after staring at each other quietly for a moment.

He was a little surprised that he would see the person who had originally guessed to set the trap as soon as he entered the dungeon, but it seemed that the other party did not intend to do anything, so he felt a little relieved.

"Yes, it is now 129 years, which is called the Dance of the Dragons by those people in the Citadel." The old man responded, his voice drowned in the heavy snow, and seemed a little ethereal.

"The newly appointed Duke of Dragonstone, Jacaerys Velaryon, rode his dragon to the North to meet the current Duke of Stark, in order to ask Stark and the entire North to support his Queen Mother to win the war between him and his uncle. Unfortunately, the winner of this war did not come from either of them."

Renly frowned when he heard this.

In the 129th year of the Conquest of the World, the powerful Targaryen Dynasty, which had more than ten dragons, was caught in internal strife for various reasons. The process of the eldest princess Rhaenyra and her brother fighting for the throne affected the entire Westeros. The lords of the seven countries successively stood in line and then fought against each other, with countless casualties, which was known as the Dance of the Dragons.

As the name suggests, this war led to the death of giant dragons, which eventually became extinct in Westeros.

Renly had read this history countless times in books, and because of the golden finger, he also thought that he might enter this era to witness the glory of dragon civilization.

But obviously, at this moment, he did not really feel the joy and relief after "achieving his wish", but felt solemn because of the existence of the person in front of him.

He appeared in the copy inexplicably, and there was no task manifestation feature formed after entering the copy in the past. In addition, although the person in front of him did not introduce himself, he was obviously the mysterious existence of the three-eyed crow...

Although he had some psychological preparation before entering, he still couldn't relax when facing the person in front of him.

However, after careful observation, he strangely found that the other party's expression... seemed to be more solemn than his own?

"What is your purpose?"

Renly suddenly asked with his mind racing.

He felt that since the other party appeared in front of him without any cover-up, it seemed that the other party did not want to do anything roundabout, so it would be better to ask directly about the doubts in his heart, which might be smoother.

And the fact seemed to be so.

"I hope to stop you." The old man answered slowly.

"Stop what?"

"Stop you from continuing to corrupt the world."

These words made Renly's face startled, and many speculations in his heart emerged involuntarily, but at the same time, more doubts arose.

"You may not understand yourself." The old man seemed to know what Renly was wondering about. When he spoke, he raised his right hand tucked into the wide sleeves of his robe, and saw that he was holding a black parchment book that looked very old.

He motioned Renly to come closer, then opened the ancient book that was also unaffected by the surrounding snow and wind until a certain page, and then pointed it out to Renly.

Looking carefully, there were densely written black words that Renly did not recognize, but the most obvious thing was not these mysterious words, but a small depression in the middle of the page that seemed to be eaten by insects, making the page of the book appear incomplete.

Looking down along the incomplete hole, the page below also looked uneven and uneven. Overall, it seemed that a large hole had been eaten out of half of the book.

"If the world is this book, then you are the insect that is about to eat it." After closing the book in his hand, the old man in a black robe said so, with a hostile tone: "Not only that, you even want to tear it open, making it incomplete."

"Tear it open?"

"Yes, tear it open."

Renly was a little speechless when he heard this. Although he felt that he was indeed very powerful compared to most people in this world, it was obvious that he was not powerful enough to tear the whole world apart... Apart from anything else, if someone shot thousands of arrows at him, he would probably die miserably on the spot.

Some thought that the man in front of him was talking nonsense, but the hostile old face made Renly instinctively feel as if he was being treated as a terrifying boss, which made him not only a little confused, "Since I am a termite, why didn't you just kill me? Isn't this the easiest way?"

"I did try to lead you to the north." The old man answered bluntly, "But unfortunately you didn't fall for it."

"So you set up this trap again?" Renly asked back.

Hearing this, the old man's expression was a little strange, "Wildfire is safest when stored in a sealed jar, so believe me, this is not a trap."

"If it's not a trap, what is it?"

"It's a shield, a shield."