A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

Because the mark is called the Mark of Chaos, Renly once named the power generated by the mark the Power of Chaos.

Originally, he thought that this kind of power could not be controlled. Just like its name, it was a mysterious and ever-changing existence.

But I didn't expect that when that kind of power is integrated into a person's body, it will evolve into that kind of strange "seed"?

Then this kind of seed can be recalled by the mark?

Renly, who was hiding in the corner of an unmanned cabin and sitting back, stared down at his left wrist. The edge of the black and white double arc reverse cross pattern that originally existed there now has more redness due to the previous fever. A small ax symbol surrounded by a circle, gray in color, was quietly revealed at the edge of the wrist. As the boy looked at it, gray mist seemed to be rising outward.

"Is the birth of this thing an exception?"

Renly wasn't sure.

He had touched the symbol that appeared quietly with his hand before, and then suddenly felt some memory images and a strange and pure thought. It seemed to be the gloved bird he had let fly in the High Garden, and it seemed to be There is a bit of instinctive spirituality in the "seed of power".

That spirit is still quite resistant to itself.

However, this resistance suddenly disappeared later, and Renly felt as if the spirit had adapted to his existence, or in other words, seemed to ignore him.

Therefore, when he touched it again, he did not feel any feedback from the spirit, but instead heard a sentence.

"But if the war doesn't go well, Rodrik, you have to chop off my head before the enemy does."

…

A hazy sentence emerged in the bottom of his heart, causing the boy sitting against the linen bag in the corner to squint his eyes unconsciously.

He was in an unmanned cabin, surrounded by folded gray linen bags, and the smell of wheat and bacon filled his nostrils. His sensitive hearing allowed him to faintly hear the noise in the port outside the cabin, telling Looking at where he is at this moment——

He is still in the harbor area of ​​Pyke Island.

The previous change in his left wrist and the sudden gaze made him run away quickly. Although the ironmen began to search soon after, they did not find that the boy had already hid in the bottom of a merchant ship anchored in the corner of the port.

So even though the search team passed by continuously, no abnormality was found. Finally, when night fell, Renly climbed onto the unmanned ship and hid in what seemed to be a merchant ship warehouse.

Then, he discovered this series of changes.

Who is Rodrik? What does this mean?

Renly had some guesses, but he didn't have time to pay attention to this at the moment, because he discovered that after his fingers touched the ax mark, the changes that occurred were not just feeling something, but also another feeling. , that is sticky.

The viscosity caused by the gray mist rising from the surface of the ax mark.

This feeling was like the smoke visible to the naked eye turned into substance and stuck to the pads of his fingers when he touched it. Renly therefore tried to lift his fingers, and then he saw the smoke rising up, and Eventually he was dragged away from the ax mark.

The mark on his wrist was no longer smoky, but the index finger of Renly's right hand was covered in a gray mist as light as fire.

"Ancient road?"

Renly looked thoughtfully at the thing "burning" quietly on his finger.

His fingers were wrapped in "flames", but there was no special feeling. However, he could faintly feel that the "flames" were exuding bursts of evil aura.

Is that killing? Is it desire? Is it violent? Or... plunder?

After observing for a while, Renly tried to rub the thing on the linen bag leaning behind him, and the gray flames adhered to the surface of the bag and "burned".

It just looked like it was burning, but in fact it didn't have any impact on the bag. It just stuck there and floated silently, which looked so weird.

"Cannot affect dead objects."

After confirming this, the boy raised his finger to scrape the thing back. Then he glanced around and focused on a sneaky mouse hiding in the corner of the bag not far from the cabin.

At this time, the sky outside was dark, and a ray of moonlight shrouded in through the narrow window of the cabin, and the mouse was twitching its nose at the edge where the light could not cover it.

It didn't look very afraid of people, but Renly got up and tried to get closer, but still scared it away, but it didn't go out of sight.

Renly then took out a hard dried fish from a wooden barrel not far away, stuck the "flame" in his hand on it, and then threw it towards the wooden floor shrouded in light.

A piece of dried meat wrapped in gray flames burned quietly under the cool light. The boy hid in the corner and watched silently. Soon after, he saw the mouse running over furtively, and then As if he didn't care about the "fire", he bit his mouth on the dried meat.

The flames suddenly rushed into the mouse's mouth, but the mouse continued to hold the dried meat with its two small forelimbs, rolling it and chewing it, but before it could finish the hard dried meat, it His movements suddenly paused, and then he raised his pointed head and let out a squeaking sound.

After that, the rat, which was as big as an adult's palm, began to run around the warehouse frantically, and used its claws and mouth to constantly tear and scratch the linen bags in the warehouse, looking extremely arrogant.

Watching all this quietly, Renly hugged his chest and touched his chin, his eyes narrowed slightly.

It was obvious that this gray flame could affect the target's thinking, but the behavior of the rat seemed different from that of Gu Dao.

"Different cognition? Or is it because of race?"

"Does the flame still have the ability to counter?"

"Is it the same effect as the bird at the beginning?"

Thinking about this, Renly thought of something he felt when he touched the fist mark before, so he stretched out his fingers to touch the mark on his left wrist again.

"Haven't you found the boy yet?"

A questioning word quietly emerged from the bottom of his heart. It was not a sound, so there was no emotion contained in it, but at the same time as this word emerged, Renly seemed to see a thin and angular face, that was the black-haired middle-aged man he looked at at the port.

"What a bunch of trash."

The second word emerged later, but it was obviously not in response to the first sentence.

"Maybe he doesn't want to see us yet?"

...

Obviously, the connection between the wrist mark and the will of the ancient path allows Renly to have the ability to read the thoughts of its host, but compared to the beginning, this reading is now not one, but two.

"Squeak--"

"The moisture from the sea may not be very friendly to my teeth. The Harlo family really has ideas."

"Squeak--"

"War..."

"Squeak--"

...

Touching his left wrist with his fingers, and looking at the gray-haired mouse in the warehouse that ran around but didn't make much noise, Renly can now be sure that the flame that was fed to the mouse before was indeed the ancient path.

Because except for the lack of the initial memory flashback, everything he felt from the other party was exactly the same as the first bird.

So...

Looking down at the small mark attached to the corner of the big mark on his wrist, Renly fell into deep thought.

He could vaguely sense that a stream of invisible and weak power was being transmitted along the unique connection of this thing, so he guessed that this mark would soon breed that kind of "flame", or "seed of the ancient path" again.

But what can this thing be used for?

There is one more chapter, which will be posted before tonight~