A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

"Horr family is a blasphemous family!" On the morning of the second day after the flooding, a tall long-haired Drowned gathered nearly a hundred people, including Renly's team, and then preached loudly.

"Because they are blasphemous, the great Drowned God drove the dragon of Valyria from the east and burned the black-hearted King Harren to death, and burned all the people of the Horr family to death. In other words, we are free!"

"Freedom! Freedom!"

Some pious Ironborn followed and shouted loudly, but they all quieted down when the long-haired Drowned Man raised his hand to signal.

"Although we have gotten rid of the cruel rule of the Horr family, the great Drowned God believes that his people cannot continue to be misled by other blasphemous false kings, so the Drowned God specially sent his son, our sacred King Rhodes, to lead us on the right path-"

As he said, he waved his arm and spoke in a high-pitched tone.

"Look, Ironborn, this is the supreme gift bestowed upon us by the Drowned God. No one is more suitable to lead the Iron Islands than the Son of the Drowned God, and no one is more qualified to sit on the Seastone Throne than him!"

"Long live the Son of the Drowned God!"

"Long live King Rhodes!"

Some Ironborn roared, with veins popping out of their necks, and a large number of people followed in loud agreement.

But their shouting was interrupted again as soon as it started, and the long-haired Drowned Man was heard in anger.

"But not all Ironborn know the greatness of the Son of the Drowned God, and not everyone follows the Drowned God devoutly-"

...

His preaching continued, but after Renly curled his lips, he was too lazy to listen to such words that could obviously guess the ending.

Although he realized that he had traveled into the history of the Westeros continent, it did not help him much.

However, after more than a year of intermittent aristocratic education, he was good at identifying many Westeros emblems and the brief family honors and outstanding figures behind them, but it was impossible for him to know the true history of this world like the back of his hand.

So he was not sure about the specific situation of his group. He could only make the best of it, or go with the flow and observe clearly.

At this time, he was mixed in this group of people, wearing a black old cowhide armor, with a quiver and a short bow on his shoulder, his back straight, and he looked ready to go.

In fact, Renly was about to leave this beach and go to a place called Oak Island.

Oak Island was the place where the godless enemies mentioned by the long-haired drowned people were, and their goal of this trip was naturally to defeat that group of people.

Renly's goal was also Oak Island, but it was not just because of following the crowd, but also because of the three lines of words he saw in the drowning yesterday -

[Smoothly arrived at Oak Island]

[Kill 7 Ironmen]

[Prevent King Rhodes from jumping into the sea]

...

Obviously, his ability is not just to travel through history.

But Renly was more vigilant because of this.

Since he was in his mother's womb, he could vaguely see the kind of information emerging from him, but he was never sure what that information was.

How did it appear?

What is its use?

What is its relationship with oneself?

Will it do any harm?

There are many questions to consider, because this may be related to one's future destiny, and because normal people will never have such a thing.

However, before that "strange dream", before he clenched his dentures, the information that emerged did not let him find any clues, except for the numbers that changed quietly after learning heraldry more and more deeply.

Now that this thing has changed, Renly naturally attaches great importance to it, but he is also more cautious.

On the one hand, he covets the transcendent power that may be brought by the word "golden finger", and on the other hand, he is afraid that there may be a trap in it.

But behind these cautions, a certain instinct makes him always feel that his suspicious disease is very ridiculous, as if there is a voice in his heart that always says to himself: Do you need to worry about yourself?

...

Instinct is instinct, and Renly has never forgotten the doubts he should have about his "golden finger", because he can't understand what it is.

But he doesn't resist it either--

It's not sure it's good, but who can say it's bad?

So he thought that besides observing, it would be okay to try to accomplish these three things.

But the problem came again. If he really mixed with the people around him to complete those tasks, he would inevitably enter the battlefield, and then he might be shot to death by arrows.

Renly didn't mind being killed, because the experience not long ago proved that after dying here, he would only return to this history, return to Storm's End, and continue to be the third young master of the Baratheon family.

It was just that the pain that came with death was really unbearable for him...

"It's better to live than to die. I can live one day at a time. It's better to complete a task and then see what happens. Give me a reward? Who will give it?"

"Going to Oak Island seems to be quite simple... What if I give birth to a son here? Three hundred years later, there will be a bunch of great-grandchildren?"

The brown-haired young man was imagining.

After standing in the scorching sun for about an hour, the Drowned Man priest with long gray-black hair finally finished his pre-sailing speech with great interest, and then waved his hand to signal the more than 100 Ironmen soldiers to board a three-masted warship that had been prepared for a long time.

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There were so many ironborn on the ship that there was naturally no room for them in the cabin below the deck. After getting a straw mat, Renly and a few familiar faces from his team made a bunk at the edge of the deck.

The cool sea breeze was blowing, and more than a hundred soldiers were on the deck, slowly waiting for the end of the voyage. There was endless chatter and laughter, and it seemed quite leisurely for a while.

"Hal, when we get to the battlefield, you will follow me."

The blond boy Jaspi, who was leaning on the board next to him, looked at him seriously and said, "My ax is better than yours, so I'm in front and you use your bow to cover me."

Renly wanted to say that he didn't know how to use a bow at all, but he couldn't say this at all, so facing the immature face in front of him, he could only nod his head and think about how to get through the upcoming difficulties.

The blond Jaspie didn't notice anything unusual about his companion, and he continued to chatter.

"We have never been on the battlefield, so we cannot rush to the front unless ordered by the Lord..."

"I hope someone will accept the iron money I paid, so that when I go back I will be a real iron type, but my father said that as long as I go back, everything will be fine. Hal, did your father say this to you? "

"I don't remember," Renly said honestly.

"Are you homesick?" the other party asked strangely, "You used to love talking a lot."

"Aren't you the same?" Renly didn't answer directly.

He has no memory of his previous life, so the best response is to throw the problem back.

"I don't, I am a strong person, and strong people never miss home." The blond boy said this, reaching out and handing Renly a gray-white pebble with a warm yellow color: "Well, this is what I was at home before I left. I found it at the door and gave it to you. I hope it will make you happy."

After looking at the stone, Renly reached out to take it and thanked him. The other party said seriously: "The Drowned God will protect us, he will definitely do it. The great King Rhodes will also pray for us. Hal, when the time comes Remember to follow me, we will go back as a true iron type."

The boy's voice was full of hope, and Renly hoped that he would get his wish.

However, things are fickle. The sea in summer is like a fickle old woman going through menopause. When the ship sets sail in the morning, the sky is still blue, but it is already gloomy just after noon.

Heavy rain was coming, strong winds were coming, and the three-masted warship traveling against the wind began to move backwards, not to mention moving forward.

The soldiers who were lying or leaning on the deck hurriedly got up to avoid being stepped on and collided. The sailors began to rush around and hurriedly removed the raised sail. Unfortunately, a young red-haired sailor accidentally He stepped into the air from a high place, screamed miserably, and fell into the wildly turbulent sea, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"We don't need to fear the wrath of the Storm God, because the great Drowned God has already opened his magnificent palace of water to us! Don't forget, the Son of the Drowned God personally blew the horn for us to move forward. We have God——"

On the deck, the long-haired man wore a gray, green and blue coarse cloth robe that rustled in the wind. He held a driftwood stick high above his head. His resolute cheeks like an old farmer turned red as he roared, and he looked very excited.

It's just that a strand of his gray hair blown by the wind accidentally got into his throat, and he had to choke and stop midway through his encouraging words, and then he bent over and coughed violently in the strong wind. got up.

"Hal, be careful!" The words that floated against the wind seemed very weak. Renly, who was hugging the tight rope tightly beside the ship, turned around to look, and found a rolling barrel on the deck bouncing rapidly. Coming.

"Tough luck!"

After cursing secretly, he lay down on the ground as the ship's hull rocked, and the oak barrel swung past his scalp. He immediately hugged the root of the mast in front of him and refused to let go.

The wind was fierce and the rain was pouring. The long and narrow hull of the battleship was like black pepper floating in the iron kitchen pot, rolling and shaking as the liquid boiled.

Several times, the side of the ship was even close to being parallel to the sea. It was not until the last moment that it managed to right itself, which was considered a blessing in misfortune.

Just temporary luck doesn't mean anything. As long as this terrifying storm doesn't stop, it's hard to say that this warship named the Invincible Midwife can survive the storm smoothly.

"I'm just on my way. Shouldn't it be the easiest thing?"

In the storm, Renly's face was covered with rain. After he raised his hand to wipe his face with difficulty, he saw Jaspie, who came from the same village as "him", screaming and rolling over as the deck tilted, so he hurriedly stretched out his remaining strength. Use your legs to block it.

His feet could barely hook the middle of the tail of the blond boy's black leather armor, which made the other boy thank him loudly, but made Renly feel as if his ankles were chopped in half by the hard boiled leather armor. .

Unfortunately, his dedication was of no use. In the dark and violent environment, when a more violent storm hit, the Invincible Midwife shook violently again, as if there was a huge sea monster below dragging it in the storm. A fragile ship, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and many Ironborn soldiers on the deck screamed and were thrown into the sea.

The blond boy whose life he had just saved was also in this category. Renly watched helplessly as the desperate and helpless young face of the boy disappeared from his sight. This made his heart feel as if a big stone had been pressed down on him. Out of breath.

"Your father is still waiting for you at home."

He couldn't help but have this thought cross his mind. It's a pity that Renly has no time to care about anything else.

Under the thunder and lightning, the heavy mast, which was already slippery due to the heavy rain, finally broke free from his arms after a violent shake!

The brown-haired young man fell into the sea.

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Another thing to mention is the problem of the golden finger of this book. When writing the last book, a book friend pointed out that the source of the system of the system flow novel is a problem. It’s okay if I don’t point it out. If I write it, it’s basically equivalent to poisoning points. However, I feel that it’s not appropriate not to write it. After all, it’s impossible for a normal person to grow a hand or a finger inexplicably. So I think the protagonist should be suspicious instead of accepting it without any defense. But I’ll reveal the bottom here. This book will not be like the last one. There is no existence behind this golden finger. It has no thinking ability and is even completely integrated with the protagonist. I won’t go into details about the specific situation. In short, please feel free to read it.