Traveling through Game of Thrones with the LOL system

The cold air permeated quickly, covering the sky like a huge black cloud fell down, engulfing the entire fleet in Slaver's Bay in an instant, Daenerys saw the panic on the faces of the people on board, Jorah, Barristan, Daario, Belwas, etc. basically include all of Daenerys' guards and generals. There is no doubt that the fleet belongs to the Dragon Queen, although she has not yet owned such a large fleet.

The sound of the dragon's chant came from the thick mist above the head, suddenly approaching and then far away.Daenerys couldn't see them for a long time, Daenerys called indiscriminately, and turned into a loud shout, but found that there was no sound in her throat.

Gradually the cold fog engulfed the entire bay, and the dragon's voice became more and more subtle. Daenerys felt a lot of snow slag on her bare arms, and the ice slag was stimulating the senses of every pore.Daenerys couldn't remember the last time she saw snow, maybe it was in a cold solar term in Braavos, or in a dream, but it was absolutely impossible to appear in Slaver's Bay, even if In the coldest climate, here is still a wilderness of yellow sandle, on which the watchtowers and castles of slave owners take root.

Daenerys saw some hazy figures approaching from the black mist, and when the figures reached the threshold of possible visibility, Daenerys saw those people's shackles and leather rings, and Daenerys remembered that they had already taken off those Restraint, they looked at Daenerys expressionlessly, where ice and snow covered their sunken skin, Daenerys found something strange, their heads were full of mutilations, and there were even a few skeletons mixed in, She felt a little suffocated, this feeling was more clear than the coercion of the giant dragon, after all their number was increasing rapidly.

At this time, there was a strange noise in the quiet crowd of slaves. It was an unknown thing roaring, and an arm fell to the ground like cold iron. There was something moving behind the sound, and a dry hand pushed away the crowd. jumped out.

Daenerys could tell from the broken silk clothes that it was a slave owner. The emerald and agate decorations were still hanging on his breastbone that had leaked out. Their eyes met, and the slave owner dragged one high and the other low. The legs accelerated forward, followed by all the slaves swarming up.

"Ah~"

Daenerys woke up from the tent, the sky had already released fish maws, and the centaurs were burying pots and cooking in twos and threes. Daenerys called Jorah to order.

"I've been to his tent, and he's still asleep," Jorah replied.

Daenerys circled around in the tent and didn't say much. She had never felt such a bone-chilling chill in the early morning of Essos. The most likely person who had tampered with it was only that person, but it could invade a person's dream , Daenerys felt a little unbelievable, but those unknown things were really presented by a scene she had seen.

"Your Majesty, I asked him to come here. If something happened, it's best to ask him face to face." Jorah said after listening to Daenerys's dream.

Daenerys thought for a moment and then rejected Jorah with a wave of her hand. She decided to ask in person. Jorah, who had resigned, carefully recalled the description in Daenerys' mouth, and the memory in her mind was awakened. The childhood housekeeper and the old woman Such stories are always whispered among the unstoppable children, but due to the fact that there are only a handful of things to see, they can't even imagine what kind of posture a corpse should stand, maybe it's just a living person with their eyes closed, But for those ice spiders, snow bats, and huge corpse elephants, the children can compare the size through the reference objects. Those are much bigger than the horses. More details.

Daenerys waited outside the tent until it was a while before she saw Green get out of the tent and find the nearest fire, looking at the food in the iron pot.

Green was puzzled by Daenerys who had been following her.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Daenerys asked with her arms behind her back.

"It's not bad. It would be better if there is a fan to dissipate the heat of Essos." Green hesitated and replied.

Daenerys didn't want to focus on that novel term, which might be a special fan.

"I dreamed about what you said last night." Daenerys said,

Green stuffed the meat into his mouth, spreading his oily hands.

"About the White Walkers and wights you told about," Daenerys added.

"So what do you want to prove?"

"Only you have that ability here, after all, I've never seen those before." Daenerys said.

"Why me, making you dream won't bring me a golden dragon, let alone other things." Daenerys fell into deep thought.

"So what did this dream bring you?" Green asked.

Daenerys bowed her head in silence.

"You know Aegon, that's right, the first Targaryen." Green said.

Daenerys nodded, and then began to talk about it. This kind of chronicle of the founding of the country has been read many times by Daenerys, who is a young and honest Targaryen.

After Daenerys talked about Aegon's death, Green said: "For example, your ancestors, relying on the three-headed dragon, unified the continent of Westeros, and in the past hundreds of years, the people have said that you also have the three-headed dragon. Fight back to Westeros and reforge the glory of Targaryen, but how long can this glory last, how long can you guarantee that the next Aerys will appear again, 100 years, 300 years or with luck 500 years."

"You should be grateful for this kind of prophetic dream, at least it is worthy of your titles. Regardless of whether the White Walkers happen or not, you cannot deny that it is a huge opportunity. Either the world will fall into chaos, or the darkness will end. The hymn of their newborn hero is far greater than that of a king, the incarnation of the coming of the gods."

Daenerys suddenly felt a little unspeakable, and the words seemed familiar.

"Are you also a follower of the Lord of Light?" Daenerys asked in surprise.

"Power comes from the heart. Your army is not given by the Lord of Light, nor is your dragon. Those prophecies give you responsibility or inspiration, but it is undeniable that the weapons of dragons and Valyria are to deal with the ghosts. It is an unknown choice, but the source of this ability is only Targaryen."