The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

Dick Weishui walked into his tent, a small tent, there was a person standing in the tent, and he couldn't see his face clearly. Dressed in black, with his back facing Dick.

"Who!" Dick's voice was weak, but he was surprised. The people who can enter his tent silently may only be the monks and masters in the black and white courtyard of the island of Braavos.

Dick's sword was out of its sheath before he could speak.

Not the sword that killers usually like: the narrow sword.

An ordinary long sword. ——In order to deceive others.

The black shadow slowly turned around, but it became lighter and lighter, and when he turned completely, the person was already faded away.

However, Dick still saw his face: Viselis.

Viselis killed by him.

Dick didn't believe in ghosts and despised the gods. He was even more surprised. He didn't know when his long sword stabbed out. The figure had disappeared and there was nothing in the air.

Dick was surprised!

Are there really ghosts in the world?

He lit the candles, the light was bright in the small tent, everything was business as usual, on the small table, the water glass, the horse whip hung on the tent.

"Viselis!" Dick said softly, "If you are still here, just get out of here. You are stupid when you are alive, and I will not be afraid of you when you die."

There was no response, and he was left talking to himself.

Dick was bold, he was not afraid, he was just puzzled. He slowly lay down on the bed, and he didn't know how long it had passed, everything was silent, only unknown night birds on the grassland sang in the distance, but the grassland was empty and silent.

Dick walked out of the tent, he saw a bright campfire in the distance, and he walked over, where the Dothrack guy was dancing and reveling all night.

This is a huge team, with a number of 100,000, and there are forty thousand fighters capable of fighting.

Dick walked over, sat on the grass, and watched by the huge fire. There were men from the grassland wrestling in the game. Some undressed young women are shouting cheering.

Dick saw a prairie witch, look at her costume, maybe it was a witch from a nearby village.

The Dothraki people have their own worship. The steppe witches are deeply loved by the Dothraki people because they are good at exorcising evil spirits and curing diseases. They are a special group of people who can freely enter and exit Karratha.

Dick's heart moved, and he followed the witch to the grassland, into the darkness. The witch was holding a wine jug in her hand and a few pieces of barbecue.

A witch who likes wine and barbecue.

Dick didn't know where the witch would go. He looked far away and couldn't see the native village nearby.

A grassland larger than the total of the seven countries of Westeros, there are many villages and indigenous people, many Karratha and Kao. Karratha led by Zogo Cao is just one of the strongest teams.

"Foreigner, what are you doing with me?" The witch stopped, turned and asked. There was a smile in her voice, as if she thought this young man was funny.

Dick folded his hands together, and then took out all the silver coins from his pockets. These coins were different from the coins in Westeros. There was no dragon on the gold coins and no deer on the silver coins. It was the sacred mountain and goddess pattern that Dick did not understand. Some coins are also printed with goats and some strange symbols.

The money is used in the major free trade city-states, and it can also be used to buy horses, cattle or sheep on the Dothraki Sea.

"These are all my coins." Dick handed all the gold and silver coins to the witch.

He had very little concept of money since he was a child, and he just took out all the money in himself.

The witch's face was hidden in the hood, as if witches liked it. But Dick didn't care about the witch's face, he only cared about one thing.

"What do you want to ask? A stranger." Witch's lingua franca is very standard.

Dick said, "I want to know, is there a soul after death?"

The witch giggled, as if mocking the dullness of a stranger.

She stretched out her foot and stepped on a clump of grass, then took her foot away and said, "Young man, what do you see?"

"A clump of grass that has been trampled down."

"Grass stepped on? How do you know it was stepped on?"

"I saw it just now."

"What if you didn't see it? After I stepped on the grass, I left first. Didn't you see this scene?"

"I still know that this grass was stepped on."

"why?"

"Traces, there are traces on the fallen grass."

"Oh, trace, not bad. What about this one?"

The witch held the wine jar with one hand, and suddenly threw the barbecue on the other hand, far away.

"Go and get it back." The witch ordered Dick.

Dick ran over immediately, picked up the barbecue, and handed it to the witch.

"Let's sniff, what is left of the place where the barbecue fell?"

Dick did not move: "Leaves the smell of barbecue."

The witch giggled, and the sharp laughter pierced the night sky: "Yes, traces and smells, young man, do you understand?"

"I do not understand."

"Where the foot walks, there will be traces; where the barbecue falls, there will be a smell, so what about life? A stranger, when life disappears, there will be a soul."

"Does the soul really exist?" Although Dick was mentally prepared, he was shocked. In addition to the real black magic, there are real ghosts in the world.

"Is life real?"

"Yes!"

"So the soul also exists. Have you heard of necromancy? Without a soul, there would be no necromancy, and there would be no necromancy."

"So, is it true that the silent sisters can talk to the soul in the rumor?"

"Foreigner, I can't talk to you too much. It's no good for you as an ordinary person." The witch giggled and walked into the darkness. "Thank you for your coins. I have enough money for a year. You Really generous, stranger."

"So how can you avoid the entanglement of ghosts?" Dick called.

"There are very few ghosts that can entangle people, unless his blood is strong, resentment is strong, and his character is paranoid, but as long as you don’t go into your heart and choose to stay away from the place where he died, everything will be fine. A stranger, whatever you want to plan What, leave Dothrak quickly, and leave quickly. The gods here do not belong to you and are unwilling to accept you. Leave quickly. If you insist on staying, you will die here."

The witch disappeared into the darkness.

Dick turned back, everything was silent, only a slight flame flickering in Daenerys' tent. He sneaked into the tent, silently, and dropped three drops of the snake kiss into the yogurt that Daenerys would drink every morning when she woke up.

A drop of tongue kiss can kill an adult man.

Three drops of a tongue kiss can kill an elephant.

The virulence of tongue kisses is multiplied.

He quietly returned to his tent, stood for a while, and gently opened the tent. There was no shadow of Viselis inside.

In the early morning of the next day, everyone got up, packed the tent and continued eastward.

And last night, those Dothrack guys who had a complete carnival began to sleep on the marching horse. This is the special ability of Dothraki cavalry. They can even stay on horseback for ten and a half days without leaving the saddle, and they can eat, sleep, and march on horseback.

When it comes to continuous marching, nothing is more powerful than the Dothraki on horseback!

Daenerys, who was walking in front of the team, suddenly snorted, as if someone stabbed in her abdomen, she squeezed again. She couldn't bear it, and fell down, and the little silver horse stopped and hissed sadly.

There was a great uproar at Cass next to her and immediately surrounded her. Everyone saw her trembling, her face twisted, and her throat gurgling, but they couldn't say a word.

And the two people around her: Jora and Dick, were not by her side this morning.

The bell rang, and Zogo Kao rode his big red horse and brought his blood ally guards, whistling towards him.