The cold wind howled.
On the vast red wasteland.
The land is always red and the weather is dry all year round.
There are no pastures, trees, animals, or life here.
There are just low hills, wind-worn fields and dry river beds.
Under the dark night.
To the south of the eastern steppe near the Dothraki Sea.
In the red wasteland.
A gathering place.
A group of Dothraki with bronze skin, tawny eyes, and black hair are gathering together.
In the middle of a crowd.
The two circles were surrounded by a large amount of dead branches, dried weeds and other flammable firewood.
And in the center of the two-layer circle.
There is a wooden frame also made of piled dry firewood.
Above the wooden frame, there was lying a tall and majestic-looking body, especially the burly body with long, conspicuous hair.
The owner of the body is Drogo Khal.
Before that.
Khal Drogo is the most powerful tribal leader of the Dothraki tribe.
He is also the husband of Daenerys Targaryen, the last bloodline of the Targaryen dynasty.
A few months ago.
King's Landing in Westeros.
The reason why King Robert Baratheon was worried about Daenerys Targaryen, the last bloodline of the Targaryen dynasty, and vowed to kill Daenerys was because her husband was Khal Drogo.
The leader of the most powerful Dothraki tribe, with countless tough warriors, the invincible Khal Drogo.
but now.
Everything is yesterday's news.
Because Khal Drogo is dead.
It was his body lying on the funeral pyre.
In front of a crowd of Slarks.
An extremely beautiful young girl with very beautiful long silver-gold hair, purple eyes, petite, fair and curvy figure was looking at several Dothraki who were busy around a tall firewood with an expressionless expression.
Next to her, stood a tall, middle-aged knight with a sword, Jorah Mormont, with a full beard and severe baldness.
At this time, two tall young Dothraki men came to the girl with silver-gold hair carrying three oval-shaped dragon egg boxes half a meter long, with different colors and complex regular patterns.
If Morgan were here at this time, he would be surprised that although these three dragon eggs are different in color, they are not as big as the one from which he hatched little Siglia.
"Khaleesi, do you really want these things to be buried with you?"
[Khaleesi: is a title of the Dothraki people, used to refer to the tribal leader (khalasar) leader: Drogo Khal's wife]
The young Dothraki man asked respectfully.
The girl with long silver-blond hair glanced at the young man, said nothing, and just nodded slightly.
The young Dothraki man received the order and immediately strode forward to pile the corpse on the firewood.
"Khaleesi, in the realm of the dead, dragon eggs are useless against Drogo..."
"It's better to sell them, so that you can return to the Free City and live a life without worries about food and clothing."
Knight Jorah Mormont watched the young Dothraki man place three dragon eggs next to Drogo Khal's body, and immediately spoke.
"No, they are not for sale..."
The girl with long silver-blond hair shook her head slightly.
"Khalisi, I know what you want to do. You really don't want to do this. He is already dead. Just let him go..."
Jorah Mormont suddenly became excited and whispered urgently.
"You don't understand, I want to save him, even if I have to do whatever it takes..."
The girl with long silver-blond hair shook her head again, and her expressionless face finally showed emotions, and she forced a smile with a firm expression.
"No, but I can't watch you climb the burning pyre."
"I can't watch you being burned alive!"
"Forgive me, Khaleesi, my Queen..."
Jorah Mormont said with an extremely firm expression, and immediately knelt down on one knee: "I swear allegiance to you, and I am willing to die for you, but I really can't stand by and watch you take risks!"
"Is this what you're worried about?"
The beautiful girl who finally heard Jorah Mormont suddenly showed a heartfelt smile on her face, then shook her head slightly and smiled: "It's okay..."
Then, regardless of whether Jorah Mormont understood or not, he turned around and strode up to a group of Slarks and said loudly:
"I know some of you are slaves..."
"But today, I can give you freedom. I will remove your shackles. You can leave whenever you want. No one will stop you..."
"But if you choose to stay, you will be my tribe. All those who stay are brothers and sisters..."
"I am a Targaryen..."
"Daenerys Stormborn..."
"I have ancient Valyrian blood in my veins..."
"I am the daughter of the true dragon..."
"Here, I swear to you..."
"Anyone who wants to harm you is my enemy and will die screaming in fear..."
"..."
Daenerys Targaryen, with long silver-gold hair, stood in front of a group of Slavs and finished speaking.
No one chose to leave.
Daenerys Targaryen was satisfied with this, but there was no unnecessary expression on her face.
This is the time of crisis.
To become the leader, she must face everything without changing her expression.
Only in this way can she give enough confidence to everyone who follows her.
At this time, there were footsteps coming from behind.
Know that everything is ready.
Daenerys Targaryen turned around, took the torch from the Dothraki on the side, and walked towards the cremation circle ahead.
Watching Khaleesi coming with a torch.
The middle-aged miko, who was tied under the crematorium in advance, immediately yelled: "Didn't you say you want to give everyone freedom?"
"Why don't you give me freedom?"
Facing the miko who was rescued by her kindheartedness, she took revenge and killed her husband.
Daenerys Targaryen looked extremely cold and said: "You are not qualified to be pardoned..."
"This will also be your atonement..."
The words fell.
Daenerys Targaryen reached out and lit the extremely dry dry grass with a torch.
The flames spread immediately.
Fueled by the cold wind in the wilderness, the flames quickly spread to the entire crematorium.
Amidst the roaring flames and the shrill screams of the middle-aged witch.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Daenerys Targaryen dropped the torch in her hand, raised her feet and walked slowly into the blazing flames, disappearing.
The night grew darker.
The cold wind is getting stronger and stronger.
All this is happening in the red wasteland at this time.
No one knows what this means.
That night.
Late at night and early in the morning.
The flames in the cremation circle have not yet been extinguished.
Suddenly a huge red comet flashed across the sky.
The size of a red comet.
Almost everyone in the continent of Essos can clearly see it at this moment.
Early the next morning.
It was just getting dark.
When the flames in the huge cremation circle finally went out.
Ser Jorah Mormont, who had endured a hard night, immediately stood up and walked towards the cremation circle.
A large number of Slaks around also noticed the extinguishing of the flames, and immediately stood up and surrounded the cremation circle.
The remains of a large number of dead branches that had not been burned were filled with smoke.
Jorah Mormont slowly approached and looked carefully at the cremation platform in the center of the cremation circle with wide eyes.
Although a large amount of rising smoke obscured the view.
But Jorah Mormont still saw everything around the crematorium clearly.
But he couldn't see the figure he wanted to see.
All he could see was a mess of black wreckage.
Jorah Mormont's heart sank rapidly.
He kept getting closer to the extremely hot burning remains, trying his best to see everything in the cremation circle.
However, there was nothing in front of him except the unburned black wreckage.
Nothing else.
"Is it going to be a failure in the end..."
Jorah Mormont murmured softly, disappointment, self-blame and regret instantly welling up in his heart.
Right now.
In front of the crematorium.
A black corpse suddenly moved.
A face with fair skin, even though it was stained with a lot of black ash, slowly lifted up.
Jorah Mormont was stunned.
In front of the crematorium.
When Daenerys Targaryen, who was dark, naked, and naked, stood up slowly from a curled black corpse.
at the same time.
Three kitten-sized little dragons with different colors on their bodies, slightly larger heads, and covered with thorns from their foreheads to their necks, backs, and finally their long tails appeared in Dan respectively. Nerys Targaryen has shoulder injuries and hand injuries.
Daenerys Targaryen looked at the people around her expressionlessly.
this moment.
Jorah Mormont, who was already in despair, seemed to see the most incredible and unimaginable surprise in the world.
He suppressed his extremely excited heart and looked at the petite figure in front of him, who was completely covered in black and naked skin. He offered the most loyal etiquette and slowly knelt down.
this moment.
It's not just Jorah Mormont.
All the people around who witnessed Daenerys Targaryen, the creator of the greatest miracle before their eyes, slowly knelt down and offered gifts to the birth of the true dragon.
From now on.
If nothing else, Daenerys Targaryen's titles are not only "Stormborn" and "Daughter of the True Dragon", she also has the title of "The Unburnt" and the title of "Lord of the True Dragon".
The last "true dragon lord" of the Targaryen dynasty.
...
early morning.
South of the Dothraki Sea Steppes.
A two-seater carriage was driving at a constant speed on the wilderness road.
"Look, sir, that red star in the sky is so beautiful."
In the carriage, the little slave girl Aphra was sitting in front of the window, pointing at the bright and conspicuous red comet trail in the sky and said.
beside her.
The growing little dragon Siglia was standing on Aphra's shoulder, looking in the direction of the sky pointed by Aphra.
Morgan, who was driving, raised his head and glanced at the red comet trail in the sky.
He noticed it when he first got up in the morning.
However, with the pitiful memory of this world in his mind, he naturally had no idea what this meant.
Seeing the master, he said nothing.
Aphra didn't care either, so she quickly started playing with little Siglia in the carriage.
It should be eating and living together for a long time.
The little baby dragon Siglia was very hostile to Aphra except her master from the beginning, but now they have a very good relationship.
With the existence 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 things.
At least in terms of food intake, little Siglia is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her food intake can be imagined.
The little guy is beginning to eat more than Morgan now.
Although a lot of raw meat was purchased in the Free Trade City of Norvos.
But for more than a month.
The raw meat purchased has been basically eaten by the little guy.
Morgan is now trying to train little Siglia to eat cooked food like a human.
After all, he brought enough portable jerky.
Otherwise he would need to hunt for little Siglia again.
Such a wilderness grassland is not a suitable place for hunting.
He'd tried it before.
And with Siglia's current appetite, if he wanted to catch enough raw food for the little guy every day, he wouldn't have to travel.
Therefore, it is imperative to train your little one to eat cooked food like yourself.
a week later.
At noon.
Looking at the rolling black mountains at the end of the line of sight.
Morgan's heart moved: "That should be the "big black cliff" represented on the map..."
"When we reach the big black cliff, we're not far from Slaver's Bay..."
Looking at the black mountains ahead.
Morgan thought to himself.
He looked up at the gloomy sky.
Morgan waved his riding crop.
The two horses immediately pulled the carriage and accelerated forward.
at dusk.
When Morgan finally arrived at the foot of the mountain range where the "Big Black Cliff" is located.
Raindrops finally began to fall from the gloomy sky with heavy lead clouds.
When Morgan found a suitable place to shelter from the rain and spend the night under the huge blue-black mountain wall.
Not far away outside the stone wall.
The heavy rain fell suddenly.
Dust and water mist stirred up from the ground rose rapidly.
The entire world was instantly enveloped in a curtain of rain.
Aphra started busy preparing dinner.
Morgan sat by the stone wall watching the rain, while little Siglia lazily curled up in her old father's arms.
Looking at the little dragon in front of him.
Morgan's thoughts moved slightly.
"Swipe, swipe, swipe..."
Lines of pale white virtual data immediately jumped and flashed before their eyes.
[Time Traveler: Morgan]
[Race: Human]
[Biological Level: Level 2]
[Soul Power: 1]
[Attributes: Strength LV7; Constitution LV8; Agility LV6; Spirit LV6]
[Ability: Universal Language; Muay Thai LV2; White Crow Swordsmanship (Proficient) LV4; Archery (Proficient) LV4; Rock Body (Special Skill); Dragon Power (Special Skill); Charge (Special Skill); Mental Shock (Special Skill) Skill); Eagle Eye (Special Skill); Flash (Special Skill); Any Door (Special Skill)]
[Talent: Intimacy (Special Skill)]
[Current world exploration progress: 0.99%]
【......】
Virtual data kept jumping and flashing in front of my eyes.
Little Sigrias in her arms remained 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 the little Siglia in his arms, the data behind the exploration progress bar had already reached: 0.99%.
You are just a stone's throw away from achieving 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 when I was in Middle-earth.
Got stuck when he was about to reach a critical point for achievement rewards?
Look at the data in front of you.
Morgan was lost in thought.
at this time.
A palm-sized colorful butterfly suddenly flew in front of Morgan.
The next second.
Little Siglia, who was curled up in her old father's arms, immediately opened her eyes and opened her mouth to spit.
"call..."
A bright yellow flame suddenly spurted out from Siglia's mouth.
The flying colorful butterflies were instantly burned to charcoal.
