Start with the Lord of the Rings

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 grasslands, trees, animals, and vitality here.

Some are just low hills, wind-worn fields and dry riverbeds.

Under the dark night.

It is south of the eastern part of the Dothraki Sea Prairie.

Inside the Red Wasteland.

On a gathering ground.

A crowd of Dothrakis with bronze skin, tawny eyes, and black hair were gathering together.

In the middle of the crowd.

Two flammable firewoods, such as a large amount of dead branches, wood, weeds, etc., are enclosed in a two-layer circle.

And in the center of the two-layer circle.

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

On the top of the wooden frame lay a tall and mighty looking body, especially the long, burly body with conspicuously long hair with a haircut.

The owner of the body is Zogo Kao.

Before that.

Drogo Kao is the most powerful tribal leader of the Dothraki tribe.

He is also the husband of Daenerys Targaryen, the last blood of the Targaryen Dynasty.

A few months ago.

Junlin City in Westeros.

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

He is the most powerful tribal leader of Dothraki, with countless sturdy warriors, and the invincible Zogo Kao.

but now.

Everything is already yesterday.

Because Zogo Kao is dead.

At this time, lying on the cremation pyre was his body.

In front of a large number of Slarks.

An exceptionally beautiful young girl with very beautiful long silver-gold hair, purple eyes, petite, white, and uneven, was looking at several Dothraki people who were busy by the tall firewood with no expression on their faces.

Beside her, stood a tall, beard and severely bald middle-aged knight with a sword, Jora Mormon.

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

If Morgan were 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 from Little Siglia.

"Kalyxi, do you really want to use these things for funerals?"

[Kalishi: It is a title of the Dothraki nation, used to refer to the tribal leader (Karatha) leader: Zogo Kao’s wife]

The young Dothraki man asked respectfully.

The girl with long silver-gold hair glanced at the young man, did not speak, just nodded slightly.

The young Dothraki man was ordered to stride to the corpse on the firewood in front of him.

"Kalyxi, in the kingdom of death, the dragon egg is useless to Zhuo Ge..."

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

Jora Mormon knight watched the young Dothraki man put three dragon eggs on the corpse of Drogo Kao, and immediately spoke.

"No, they are not for sale..."

The girl with long silver and blonde hair shook her head gently.

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

Jora Mormon was suddenly agitated and whispered eagerly.

"What you don't understand, I want to save him, even if I do everything possible..."

The silver-gold long-haired girl shook her head again, and finally there was mood swings on her expressionless face, and she smiled firmly and strongly.

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

"I can't see you being burned alive!"

"Forgive me, Karishe, my Queen..."

Jorah Moore said with an extremely firm face and 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 the risk and stand by!"

"Are you worried about this?"

The beautiful girl who finally heard Jorah Mormon's heart suddenly showed a sincere smile, and then gently shook her head and smiled: "It's okay..."

Immediately, regardless of whether Jora Mormon understood or not, she turned around and strode to a large number of Slarks and said loudly:

"I know some of you are slaves..."

"But today, I can give you freedom, and I will untie your fetters. If you want to go, go, no one will stop you..."

"But if you choose to stay, that's my clan. All those who stay are brothers and sisters..."

"I am the Targaryen family..."

"The storm is born Daenerys..."

"I have the ancient Valyrian blood flowing through my body..."

"I am the daughter of the true dragon..."

"Here, I swear to you..."

"All those who want to hurt you are my enemies and will scream and die in fear..."

"..."

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

No one in the crowd 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.

Only in this way can people who follow her have enough confidence.

At this time, there were footsteps behind him.

Know that everything is ready.

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

Watching Ka Lixi walking with a torch.

The middle-aged witch who was tied to the cremation table 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 kindly saved by her, but Eun avenged her husband to death.

Daenerys Targaryen looked extremely cold and said: "You are not eligible to be pardoned..."

"This will also be your atonement..."

The voice fell.

Daenerys Targaryen stretched out her hand to light the incomparably dry dry grass with a torch.

The flame immediately burned and spread.

Fueled by the cold wind from the wasteland, the flames quickly spread to the entire cremation stand.

In the sound of rumbling flames, and the screams of the middle-aged witch.

Daenerys Targaryen dropped the torch in her hand under everyone's eyes, lifted her foot and walked slowly into the burning flame, and disappeared.

The night darkened.

The cold wind is getting stronger and stronger.

All this happened at this time on the Red Wasteland.

No one knows what this means.

That night.

In the early hours of the night.

The flame in the cremation ring has not yet gone out.

A huge red comet suddenly flashed across the sky.

The size of the red comet.

Almost the entire continent of Essos could clearly see it at this moment.

Early the next morning.

The sky was just getting bright.

When the flames in the huge cremation circle finally extinguished.

Sir Jora Mormont, who had stayed up all night, stood up and walked to the cremation ring.

A large number of Slark people around also noticed the flames go out, and immediately stood up and surrounded the cremation ring.

A large number of unburned dead branches were filled with smoke.

Jora Mormon slowly approached, her eyes widened and looked at the cremation stand in the center of the cremation circle.

Although a large amount of rising smoke obstructed the view.

But Jora Mormont still saw everything around the cremation stand.

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

There was a mess of black debris in front of him.

Qiao La Mormon's heart sank quickly.

He kept approaching the extremely hot burning remains, trying his best to see everything inside the cremation ring.

However, except for the unburned black wreckage.

There is nothing else.

"Will it fail in the end..."

Jora Mormon whispered softly, disappointment, self-blame and regret instantly rushed to her heart.

At this moment.

In front of the cremation table.

A black wreck suddenly moved.

Even if it was stained with a lot of black ashes, the face with fair skin was slowly raised.

Jora Mormon was stunned.

In front of the cremation table.

When Daenerys Targaryen, who was completely dark, bare and full of fruit, stood up slowly from a curled black wreck.

at the same time.

The three kittens are of different sizes, their bodies are different in color, and their heads are slightly larger. From the forehead to the neck, back, and the last long tail, the young dragons are covered with spines. Nelise Targaryen injured her shoulder and hand.

Daenerys Targaryen looked at everyone around him blankly.

this moment.

The already desperate Jora Mormont seemed to see the most incredible and unimaginable surprise in the world.

He pressured his extremely excited heart and watched the petite figure in front of him who was full of pitch black and red fruit offering the most loyal etiquette, and slowly knelt down.

this moment.

It's not just Jora Mormon.

All the people around Daenerys Targaryen, the creator who witnessed the greatest miracle in front of them, slowly knelt down and sacrificed the birth of the true dragon.

From now on.

Not surprisingly, Daenerys Targaryen's title is not only "Birth of the Storm" and "Daughter of the True Dragon", she also has the title of "Unburnt" and the title of "Lord of the True Dragon".

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

......

early morning.

To the south of the Dothraki Sea Prairie.

A two-seater carriage was driving along the Wilderness Avenue at a constant speed.

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

In the carriage, Afraid, the slave girl, was sitting in front of the window, and pointed to the bright red comet in the sky.

Beside her.

The young dragon Siglia, who was getting bigger, was standing on Afra's shoulders, and she also looked in the direction of Afra's fingers in the sky.

Morgan, who was driving, looked up at the trail of red comets in the sky.

He noticed it when he first got up in the morning.

However, with the few pitiful memories of this world in his mind, he naturally didn't know what this meant.

Seeing the master did not speak.

Afraid didn't care too much, so she quickly played with the little Siglia in the carriage.

It should be living and eating together for a long time.

Siglia, the young dragon, had great hostility towards Afrah other than his master from the beginning, and now the relationship has been very good.

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.

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

The little guy's appetite now began to surpass Morgan.

Although a lot of raw meat has been purchased in the free trade city-state of Novosibirsk.

But for more than a month.

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

Morgan is now trying to train Little Siglia to eat cooked food like other people.

After all, he carried enough jerky with him.

Otherwise, he needs to hunt for little Siglia again.

Such wild grasslands are not suitable places for hunting.

He has tried it before.

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

Therefore, it is imperative to train the little guy to eat cooked food like yourself.

a week later.

At 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, you will not be far from Slave Bay..."

Looking at the black mountains ahead.

Morgan secretly said in his heart.

He looked up at the somewhat gloomy sky.

Morgan waved his whip in his hand.

The two horses immediately pulled the carriage to accelerate and gallop forward.

at dusk.

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

Raindrops finally began to float in the gloomy sky with heavy lead clouds.

When Morgan found a suitable shelter from the rain under the huge blue-black mountain wall.

Not far away from the stone wall.

The pouring rain fell suddenly.

The dust and water mist aroused from the ground quickly rose.

The entire world was instantly shrouded in rain.

Afrah began to busy preparing dinner.

Morgan sat by the stone wall watching the rain, while Little Siglia lazily curled up in the arms of the old father.

Looking at the young dragon in front of him.

Morgan's heart moved slightly.

"Swipe..."

A series of pale white virtual data immediately jumped and flickered in front of them.

[Time Traveler: Morgan]

[Race: Human]

【Biological level: Tier 2】

【Soul Power: 1】

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

【Abilities: 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 Impact (Special) Skill); Hawkeye (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 keeps jumping and flashing.

The little Siglias in her arms was unmoved.

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

A month and a half ago.

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

It’s within easy reach of 1% of achievement rewards.

Now a month and a half has passed.

He is almost at Slave Bay.

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

Just like when he was in Middle-earth ~www.readwn.com~, he was stuck when he was about to reach the key node of achievement rewards?

Look at the data in front of you.

Morgan was lost in thought.

at this time.

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

Next second.

Little Siglia, who was curled up in the arms of her old father, immediately opened her eyes and opened her mouth to throw up.

"call..."

A bright yellow flame suddenly gushed out from Siglia's mouth.

The flying colorful butterflies were instantly burned into coke.