Traveling through Game of Thrones with the LOL system

The giants shaved the thick hair of the mammoths on Chaotou Island. On the way to the south, the mammoths on the boat did not know whether it was the turbulence of the water or the change of the climate.

In the past few days when I came to Heishui Bay, I saw that the clothes of other savages on Chaotou Island were thin, and the giants also took off their black and shiny skins. It may be because of the condensed climate outside the Great Wall and the smell of ice. Black Water Bay is hot. The weather makes the giants smell bad, but fortunately there are countless coasts enough for them to swim.The passing fleet saw many fat people with huge heads, half of their upper bodies leaking out on the coast, and their entire chests seemed to have hundreds of kilograms of fat people playing in the water on the coast.

After the savages adapted to the climate, they also thought of their partners. A mighty operation to shorten the mammoths was launched among the giants. The savages took berries to appease the mammoths and make them quiet Standing upright, no mammoth can refuse sweets. This kind of pleasure in the taste buds and the excitement brought about by the physiology, this kind of excitement from animal instinct tells them that they are rich in energy substances. When it It spends its life grazing mosses mixed with snow and frosty coniferous forests on the snowfields.

In the early morning of this day, the stone drum tower on Dragonstone Island rang dull bells, and everyone knew that something was going to happen.

"Ding~ding~ding." The monk shook the bell and swayed around Loras on the altar. Candles, green grass, and golden roses were all around Loras. Some nobles in Highgarden and Dragonstone Island The leaders stood solemnly on one side.

Not far from Loras' body, the nuns bowed their heads and chanted the glory of the seven gods silently.

"The verdant life runs in Tyrell's blood."

"The proud petals return to the roots."

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Older blood relatives from House Tyrell shouted eulogies for their descendants on the shore.

Margaret leaned against her grandmother Olenna and lowered her head. Olenna looked at the red sun on the east coast dully against the light. Olenna suddenly felt a little dizzy. She didn't know whether it was the pain of her grandson's death, or Stimulated by the rays of the rising sun, the larger dragons lay quietly on the steep cliffs to bathe in the sun, while the young dragons lightly touched the sea surface. The joys and sorrows of humans and dragons are not the same.

The sea breeze drove the sound of the waves to cleanse the prayers, and the seagulls screamed happily amidst the horns of the ships at the dock.

The ceremony lasted a whole morning, and after the end, Loras' body was taken aboard Highgarden's fleet.

Olenna looked at the increasingly prosperous port, "Margery, Loras' departure was an accident, he told us a truth, all we have to do now is wait."

"The war between the rivers seems to be balanced again. Stannis has allies in the north and the river, but now the north is controlled by the wildlings, and Stannis needs to face Lannister. The longer the war lasts, the higher the price of food in Highgarden will be." The tide will rise again, and the arable land in the Stormlands will be reclaimed. Fortunately, Lannister has taken away the nobles who are not in the Stormlands. Lando Tarly only needs to use the name of the new Storm Guardian to reduce or exempt some taxes, and there will be a lot of storms The local civilians join in the reclamation, whatever your husband tosses, as long as he is not stupid enough to let others shoot the dragon, then he can feed twice the current army, and after the seeds are sown, the harvest will be harvested in a few months season, and the seeds sown on Dragonstone seem to have been a little earlier."

"Grandmother, you don't seem to be sad at all." Margaery turned her head to look at Olenna. The old man's calm face reminded Margaret that if she and Loras were in a different situation at this moment, whether her loving grandmother would still put her interests first Talking freely, still crying bitterly while holding his own.

Olenna read Margaery's doubts and questioning from the corner of Margaery's mouth, and she was very familiar with the little girl she raised. "The tears of the old man have been shed on the way here. I have remembered the death of Loras all morning. No plant will be determined to wither just because it loses a branch. The branches are more prolific, and next time someone tramples the whole garden of Highgarden, it will be nothing in Tyrell."

"I know that Loras' death is more serious than that of Vilas. Loras is not just your own brother. You two have been together since childhood, but I have lived long enough. Too many blood relatives have been lost in the long river of time. , Many familiar lives are still passing before your eyes, what else can you do besides being tenacious?"

"There is nothing permanent in this world, we just make the surname last longer." Olenna rolled her eyes to catch Margaret's reaction.

Margaret bit the corner of her mouth and stopped talking. After seeing the ceremony, she walked towards the distance with the help of the maid. Olenna looked at the granddaughter in front of her with a calm expression, folded her hands and quickly twirled her thumbs, and then gave a long He let out a sigh of relief and left.

A woman was wrapped in an orange robe, and her old silver hair was curled up on her head. She had stayed in the crowd for a long time before, and after the crowd dispersed, she picked a tower with a better view and looked at the crowd.

"Madam's funeral is over. You have been watching it for a long time. Why don't you ask about it. After all, he is also Miss Margery's husband. We will return to High Court later." The maid behind her followed The woman opened her eyes and said.

The woman tapped the wooden railing with her hand, "I thought it was Targaryen's blood, but now it looks a bit unbelievable, even though the hair color can cover up the camouflage, only a pure Targaryen "true dragon" has it." Maybe such a prosperous group of dragons was hatched, and his eyes are not violet, maybe Margaery will know the result after giving birth to an offspring."

"Let Metz lead the fleet away, tell him not to wait for me, I will stay here with my daughter for a while, and help me deliver this letter to Old Town." The woman took out the sealed letter from her sleeve. The letter was handed to the maid.