Start with the Lord of the Rings

The cold wind whistled.

On the vast red wasteland.

The land is always red and the weather is always dry.

There is no pasture, no trees, no animals, no life here.

There are only low hills, wind-eaten fields and dry riverbeds.

Under the dark night.

Near the east and south of the Dothraki Steppe.

Inside the red wasteland.

a gathering place.

A group of Dothraki with tan skin, tawny eyes, and black hair were gathering.

in the middle of a crowd.

The two formed a two-layer circle with a lot of flammable firewood such as dead wood, dry weeds and so on.

And in the center of the two-layer circle.

There is a wooden frame also piled up with dry firewood.

Above the wooden frame, there was a tall, mighty-looking figure, especially the long, conspicuous long-haired body with a long whip.

The owner of the body is Khal Drogo.

before that.

Drogo Khao is the most powerful tribal leader of the Dothraki.

He is also the husband of Daenerys Targaryen, the last bloodline of the Targaryen dynasty.

Was there a few months ago.

King's Landing in Westeros.

King Robert Baratheon was worried about Daenerys Targaryen, the last bloodline of the Targaryen dynasty, and vowed to kill Daenerys because her husband was Khal Drogo.

The leader of the most powerful tribe in the Dothraki, with countless sturdy warriors, the invincible Drogo Khal.

but now.

Everything is already yesterday.

Because Drogo Khal is dead.

Lying on the pyre at this time is his body.

in front of a multitude of Slarks.

A very beautiful young girl with long silver-blond hair, purple eyes, a petite, fair-skinned, bumpy figure, was looking at a few Dothraki people who were busy beside the tall firewood with expressionless faces.

Beside her, stood a tall, bearded and severely bald middle-aged knight with a sword, Jorah Mormont.

At this time, two tall Dothraki young men came to the silver-gold long-haired girl with three small half-meter-long oval dragon egg boxes of different colors but complex regular patterns.

If Morgan was here at this time, he would be surprised that although the three dragon eggs were of different colors, they were not as big as the one he hatched Little Siglia.

"Khaleesi, are you really going to use these things for your funeral?"

[Khaleesi: It is a title of the Dothraki people, used to refer to the tribal leader (Kalasa) leader: Drogo Kaa's wife]

The young Dothraki man asked respectfully.

.

The silver-blond long-haired girl glanced at the young man, did not speak, just nodded slightly.

The young Dothraki man was ordered to immediately stride to the front of the fire to place the corpse on it.

"Khaleesi, dragon eggs are useless against Drogo in the realm of the dead."

"It's better to sell them, so that you can return to the free city-state and live a life of worry-free clothing and food."

Jorah Mormont knight watched the young Dothraki man place the three dragon eggs beside Drogo Khal's corpse and said immediately.

"No, they're not for sale."

The silver-blond long-haired girl gently shook her head.

"Khaleesi, I know what you want to do, really don't do this, he's dead, you just let him go."

Jorah Mormont was suddenly excited and said in a low voice.

"You don't understand, I want to save him, even if I try my best."

The silver-blond long-haired girl shook her head again, her originally expressionless face finally had mood swings, and she smiled firmly.

"No, but I can't watch you climb the burning cremation platform."

"I can't watch you get burned alive!"

"Forgive me, Khaleesi, my majesty."

Jorah Mormon said with a very firm face, and immediately knelt down on one knee: "I swear allegiance to you, I am willing to die for you, but I really can't watch you take risks and stand by!"

"Is that what you're worried about?"

The beautiful girl who finally heard Jorah Mormont's voice suddenly showed a sincere smile on her face, then shook her head lightly and smiled: "It's alright."

Immediately, regardless of whether Jorah Mormont understood or not, he turned around and strode to the front of the crowd of Slarks and said loudly:

"I know some of you are slaves"

"But today, I can give you freedom, I will untie your shackles, you can leave if you want, no one will stop you"

"But if you choose to stay, then you are my clan, and all those who stay are brothers and sisters."

"I am House Targaryen."

"Stormborn Daenerys."

"I have ancient Valyrian blood flowing through me."

"I am the daughter of a true dragon."

"Here I swear to you"

"Everyone who wants to hurt you is my enemy and will die screaming in fear"

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Daenerys Targaryen with long silver and golden hair stood in front of a crowd of Slarks and finished speaking.

Not one of them chose to leave.

Daenerys Targaryen was satisfied with this, but there was no extra expression on her face.

At this time of crisis.

As the leader, she must be able to face everything without changing her face.

This will give enough confidence to the people who follow her.

At this time, footsteps came from behind.

Know that everything is ready.

Daenerys Targaryen turned around, took the torch handed over by the Dothraki, and walked towards the cremation circle ahead.

Watching Khaleesi come with a torch.

The middle-aged witch who was tied under the crematorium in advance immediately yelled: "Didn't you say you want to give everyone freedom?"

"Why didn't you give me freedom!"

Facing the witch who was rescued by her own kindness, but avenged her husband's death.

Daenerys Targaryen said with an extremely cold expression: "You are not eligible to be pardoned."

"This is your redemption."

The voice fell.

Daenerys Targaryen reached out to the extremely dry dry grass that was lit with a torch.

The flames spread immediately.

Fueled by the cold wind in the wasteland, the flames quickly spread to the entire crematorium.

In the roar of flames and the shrill screams of middle-aged witches.

Under everyone's eyes, Daenerys Targaryen dropped the torch in her hand, slowly walked into the blazing flames, and disappeared.

The night was darker.

The cold wind is getting stronger.

All this happened at this time in the red wasteland.

No one knows what that means.

That night.

In the early hours of the night.

The flames in the crematorium have not yet been extinguished.

Suddenly a huge red comet flashed across the sky for a moment.

The size of the red comet.

Almost the entire Essos Continent can clearly see it at this moment.

Early the next morning.

The sky was just getting brighter.

When the flames in the huge crematorium finally went out.

Ser Jorah Mormont, who had stayed up all night, immediately stood up and walked towards the crematorium.

A large number of Slarks around also noticed that the flames were extinguished, and immediately stood up and surrounded the cremation circle.

A large number of unburned dead twigs hung over the smoke.

Jorah Mormont approached slowly, widened his eyes and looked carefully at the cremation platform at the center of the cremation circle.

Although a large amount of rising smoke blocked the view.

But Jorah Mormont still saw everything around the crematorium.

But he couldn't see the figure he wanted to see.

In front of him is a mess of black wreckage.

Jorah Mormont's heart sank rapidly.

He kept approaching the extremely hot burning wreckage, trying his best to see everything inside the crematorium.

However, there was nothing but the black wreckage before him.

Nothing else.

"Will it be a failure?"

Jorah Mormont murmured softly, all kinds of feelings of disappointment, self-blame and regret flooding into her heart.

Right at this moment.

in front of the crematorium.

A black wreck suddenly moved.

Even though it was stained with a lot of black ashes, a face with fair skin could still be seen slowly rising.

Jorah Mormont was stunned.

in front of the crematorium.

Daenerys Targaryen stood up slowly from a curling black wreckage when she was dark, bald, and bare with everything.

at the same time.

The three little kittens are the size of their bodies, with different colors on their bodies and slightly larger heads. From their foreheads to their necks, their backs, and finally their long tails, they are all covered with thorns. Neris Targaryen has a shoulder injury and a hand.

Daenerys Targaryen looked at everyone around her expressionlessly.

this moment.

The despairing Jorah Mormont seemed to have seen the most incredible and unimaginable surprise in the world.

He suppressed his incomparably excited heart, looked at the petite figure in front of him with black and red fruit, and offered the most loyal etiquette, and slowly knelt down.

this moment.

Not just Jorah Mormont.

All the people around who witnessed Daenerys Targaryen, the creator of the greatest miracle in front of them, slowly knelt down and paid tribute to the birth of the real dragon.

From now on.

If there is no accident, Daenerys Targaryen's title is not only "Birth of the Storm" and "Daughter of True Dragon", she will also have the title of "Unburnt" and "Lord of True Dragon".

The last "Lord of the True Dragons" of the Targaryen Dynasty.

early morning.

South of the Dothraki Steppe.

A two-seater carriage was driving at a constant speed on the Wilderness Road.

"Look, my lord, that red star in the sky is so beautiful."

Inside the carriage, the little slave girl, Avra, was sitting in front of the window, pointing to the bright and conspicuous red comet trail in the sky and said.

beside her.

The growing little dragon Siglia was standing on Aphra's shoulders, also looking in the direction of the sky where Aphra's fingers were pointing.

Morgan, who was driving, looked up and glanced at the red comet trail in the sky.

He noticed it as soon as he woke up in the morning.

However, with the meager memory of this world in his mind, he naturally didn't know what this meant.

See the master did not speak.

Aphra didn't care either, so she quickly played with little Siglia in the carriage.

Should be living together for a long time.

The little dragon Siglia had a huge hostility towards Aphra other than her master from the beginning, but now the relationship has been very good.

With the presence of Little Siglia.

The long and boring journey of the two-person team was obviously more fun.

But the existence of the little guy is not all good.

At least in terms of food intake, Little Siglia is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the food intake can be imagined.

The little guy is starting to eat more than Morgan now.

Although a lot of raw meat is purchased in the Free Trade City-state of Norfoss.

But over a month.

The raw meat purchased has been basically eaten up by the little guy.

Morgan is now trying to train little Siglia to eat cooked food like a human being.

After all, he carried enough jerky with him.

Otherwise he would need to hunt for little Siglia again.

Such wild grasslands are not suitable for hunting.

He has tried it before.

And with Siglia's current food intake, if he wants to catch enough raw food for the little guy every day, then he doesn't have to hurry.

So, it is imperative to train your little one to eat cooked food as well as yourself.

a week later.

noon.

Looking at the end of the line of sight, the rolling black mountains.

Morgan's heart moved: "That should be the "big black cliff" on the map."

"When you reach the Black Cliff, it's not far from Slaver's Bay."

Look at the black mountains ahead.

Morgan thought to himself.

He looked up at the gloomy sky.

Morgan waved his whip.

The two horses immediately pulled the carriage and sped forward galloping away.

at dusk.

When Morgan finally arrived at the foot of the mountain where the "Great Black Cliff" was located.

The gloomy sky with heavy lead clouds finally began to rain.

When Morgan found a suitable shelter for the night under the huge blue-black wall.

Not far from the stone wall.

The pouring rain fell suddenly.

The dust and water mist caused by the ground rose rapidly.

In an instant, the whole world was shrouded in rain.

Aphra started busy preparing dinner.

Morgan sat by the stone wall watching the rain, while little Siglia curled up lazily in her father's arms.

Looking at the little dragon in front of him.

Morgan's mind moved slightly.

"Brush brush"

One after another pale white virtual data immediately jumped and flashed in front of him.

【Time Traveler: Morgan】

【Race: Human】

[Biological Level: Second-Order]

【Soul Power: 1】

[Attributes: Strength LV7; Constitution LV8; Agility LV6; Spirit LV6]

[Ability: Common Language; Muay Thai LV2; White Crow Swordsmanship (Proficient) LV4; Archery (Proficient) LV4; Rock Body (Special Technique); Dragon Power (Special Technique); Charge (Special Technique); Spiritual Shock (Special Technique) Skill); Eagle Eye (Special Skill); Quick Flash (Special Skill); Any Door (Special Skill)]

[Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)]

[Current world exploration progress: 0.99%]

【.】

The virtual data in front of me kept jumping and flashing.

Little Siglias in her arms was unmoved.

Morgan looked at the data panel in front of him calmly, and frowned slightly when he saw the data behind the current world exploration progress bar below.

A month and a half ago.

When he hatched Little Siglia in his arms, the data after the exploration progress bar had already reached: 0.99%.

It's so close to reaching 1% of the achievement reward.

A month and a half has passed now.

I'm almost at Slaver's Bay.

The exploration progress is still 0.99%, is it stuck?

Just like in Middle-earth.

Stuck when he's about to reach the milestone of the achievement reward?

Look at the data in front of you.

Morgan was lost in thought.

at this time.

A slap-sized colorful butterfly suddenly flew in front of Morgan.

next second.

Little Siglia, who was curled up in her old father's arms, immediately opened her eyes and spit out.

"call"

A bright yellow flame suddenly spewed out of Siglia's mouth.

The flying colorful butterflies were instantly burnt to coke.