I became the Great Old One

Hispania's pupils shrank slightly, as if he had come back from some terrible illusion.

Her body was trembling, and her voice was filled with uncontrollable fear.

Hispania said: "I saw it, I saw the picture of the future...the pasture given by the gods lost its vitality, the ice and snow covered the black fertile soil, the dragonborn's fire burned out, and there were pale corpses, aliens and evil gods everywhere. Wreaking havoc on the lifeless land, the source of all this...comes from the north."

"north?"

Donez was still a little sleepy at first, but when he heard Hispania's description, he suddenly woke up.

"Hispania, this must be a revelation from the gods. Don't be afraid of these illusions. As long as we can respond in time, everything that happens in the future may change."

Donius held his sister's cold palm and said: "You must call on the people to store food and prepare an army to go to Winterfell City. Be prepared for future wars."

"What about you, brother? What are you going to do?"

There was inexplicable fear in Hispania's heart. She seemed to have a premonition of something, and she grabbed Donez's hand tightly, trying to keep him by her side.

"I have to get to Winterfell."

Donez withdrew his palm and said seriously: "The army is advancing too slowly. It will take at least half a year to reach the battlefield. If I were alone, it would only take less than ten days."

"You know, I'm an army all by myself."

Donez said confidently.

hundreds of years ago.

When he first entered a new realm, he was able to single-handedly defeat a city's assassins and exiles.

And now, hundreds of years have passed. Through constant fighting and training, Donis's strength and fighting skills have become more and more sophisticated. He is unprecedentedly powerful. Even thousands of dragonborn cannot stop Donis. Si's sword edge.

More importantly, during these years.

Donis also taught his cultivation skills to other dragonborn, and some dragonborn mastered the method of using fire to temper their own blood.

It's a pity.

To this day, among millions of dragon descendants.

Even with Donis's teachings and experience, no dragonborn can awaken the super sense. Standing at the same height as Donis, he is still the most powerful dragonborn on this earth.

A half-human, half-god blood warrior.

"But…"

Hispania's eyes were a little red. She knew that something was wrong with her thoughts, but she still said it: "The strength of those monsters is far greater than before. Even you may lose your life on the battlefield."

"Then it's even more important for me to rush to the battlefield."

Dones said: "We are the leaders of the tribe and the role models of the dragonborn. The gods have given us power and fire. When disaster strikes, we must become the forerunners of the dragonborn."

"Our grandfather Kanda did it, our father Adam did it, and now it's finally my turn."

Dones took a deep breath. There was no fear in his eyes, only a bright light: "If winter and night have come, I will be a blazing torch."

"I…"

Hispania wanted to say something else.

But at this time, Donez had already turned over and got out of bed. He rubbed Hispania's head, then took out the long Granian knife called Dragon Slayer from the weapon rack, put on his cloak, and quickly Left in the palace.

The light outside was warm, but there wasn't much warmth.

Donez's tall body faced the rising sun, his black cloak swaying in the cold wind, and soon disappeared from Hispania's somewhat blurred sight.

Hispania knew that after this separation, he might never be able to see his brother again.

Boom, boom, boom!

There were footsteps inside the palace.

A dull dragonborn child popped up his head, looked at Donius twice, and then looked at his mother while leaning on the pillar.

"Mother, where did father go?"

The dragonborn child bit his fingers and asked his mother: "Mom, why are you crying? Is it because your father bullied you? I will help you teach him a lesson!"

"No, that's not the case."

Hearing the voice of one's own child and remembering all the things that have happened together over the past hundreds of years.

Hispania burst into tears, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

She held her child in her arms and whispered: "Agamemnon, your father is a hero, but I don't want you to be like him in the future. God...please forgive me for my cowardice and selfishness."

Agamemnon was only a teenager at this time and did not yet understand the meaning of his mother's words.

However, this little dragonborn still raised his head and said: "It doesn't matter, mother, no matter what happens in the future or what kind of enemies you encounter, I will protect you!"

…

The weather in Winterfell is always cold.

But today, it seems to be too cold.

Crutynes ​​was suddenly awakened from his deep sleep by the cold. Although he was covered with five or six layers of thick animal skin quilts, the bonfire in the corner of the stone room was also burning brightly, making a crackling sound. Every gap in it was completely sealed with leaves and clay, but even so, the damn cold air still penetrated all the way.

It was gnawing at his body like poisonous ants.

Crutynes ​​was the city lord of Winterfell, and became the queen of all dragons in Hispania.

The status of Winterfell is better than before, but it is limited. Winterfell is still an unpopular city. Most of the people in the city are descendants of the Grania family who lost to the queen two hundred years ago.

In the past, they were nobles.

But now, they are just exiles who wander outside the mainstream society of the Dragonborn and are not noticed.

Including Krutaenes himself, he was once a member of the Grania family, but unlike other stubborn resistance elements, the strength of the Tenes family is weak and too close to the queen's sphere of influence.

So, before the first confrontation was over.

Krutaenes opened the city gate and surrendered to the queen's army. Facts have proved that he made the most correct decision in his life.

Although the Tenes family lost their city and wealth, the glory of their ancestors was inherited by grace.

Because of the clean surrender, most members of the Tenes family survived the purge, and then were exiled to Winterfell with other members of the Grania family. Now it has been hundreds of years.

The environment of Winterfell is harsh, but the monsters on the ice field have disappeared for hundreds of years, and there is no threat to survival.

Although it is uncomfortable, at least you can survive.

Normally, Krutaenes will spend the rest of his life in this city, aging, withering, and dying... maybe he can return to the kingdom of God.

But now, on this ordinary morning.

The urgent horn sound from the city wall broke Krutaenes' peaceful life.