Chapter 304

The cold wind howled.

On the vast red wasteland.

The land is always red and the weather is dry all year round.

There is no grassland, trees, animals and vitality here.

There are only low hills, wind eroded fields and dry river beds.

Under the dark night.

It is close to the East and south of the doslakh prairie.

In the red wasteland.

On a gathering ground.

A crowd of doslaks with bronze skin, Tan eyes and black hair are gathering.

In a crowd.

The two are surrounded by a large number of dead branches, wood, dry weeds and other flammable firewood.

And in the middle of the two-tier circle.

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

Above the wooden frame, there is a tall and powerful looking body, especially the long, conspicuous long hair with a cut-off whip.

The owner of the body is drogo Cao.

Before that.

Drogo Cao is the most powerful tribal leader of the doslak.

He was also the husband of danilis targaryan, the last blood of the targaryan Dynasty.

A few months ago.

King's landing in Westeros.

King Robert baratheon was worried about daenerys tangaryan, the last blood of the tangaryan Dynasty, and vowed to kill daenerys because her husband was drogo Cao.

It is the most powerful tribal leader of doslak, with countless tough soldiers and invincible drogo Cao.

But now.

Everything is yesterday's yellow flower.

Because drogo Cao is dead.

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

In front of a large number of slakes.

A very beautiful young girl with long silver blond hair, purple eyes, petite, white and concave convex is looking at several doslakers busy by the tall firewood pile.

Next to her stood a tall, bearded and severely bald middle-aged knight with a sword, Jora Mormon.

At this time, two tall doslak young men carried an oval dragon egg box with three small half meters long and different colors, but with complex regular patterns, and came to the girl with silver and gold long hair.

If Morgan were here at this time, he would be surprised that although the three dragon eggs were different in color, they were not as big as the one he hatched little siglia.

"Kalisi, do you really want to use these things for burial?"

[kalisi: a title of the doslak people, used to refer to the head of the tribe (kalasa): the wife of drogo Kao]

The young doslak man asked respectfully.

The girl with long silver blond hair looked at the young man, didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

The young doslak man got the order and immediately strode forward to the body on the firewood fire.

"Kalisi, in the kingdom of death, dragon eggs are useless to drogo..."

"It's better to sell them, so that you can go back to the free city and live a carefree life all your life."

Knight Jora Mormon looked at the young doslak man placing three dragon eggs next to drogo Cao's body and immediately said.

"No, they're not for sale..."

The girl with long silver blond hair shook her head gently.

"Kalisi, I know what you want to do. Really don't do this. He's dead. Just let him go..."

Jora Mormont whispered eagerly, suddenly excited.

"You don't understand. I want to save him, even if I try my best..."

The girl with long silver blond hair shook her head again. There was finally emotional fluctuation on her expressionless face. Her face was firm and strong, smiling.

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

"I can't see you burned alive!"

"Forgive me, kalisi, my queen..."

Jora Moore said with a very firm face and knelt down on one knee immediately: "I swear to be loyal to you. I am willing to die for you, but I really can't stand by and watch you take risks!"

"Is that what you're worried about?"

The beautiful girl who finally heard Jora Mormont's voice suddenly showed a heartfelt smile on her face, then gently shook her head and said with a smile: "it's okay..."

Then, regardless of whether Jora Mormon understood it or not, she turned and strode to a group of doslacks and shouted:

"I know you have slaves..."

"But today, I can give you freedom. I will untie your shackles. You can go if you want. No one will stop you..."

"But if you choose to stay, it is my people. All those who stay are brothers and sisters..."

"I am the tangaryan family..."

"The storm gave birth to daenerys..."

"The ancient valerian blood runs through me..."

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

"Here, I swear to you..."

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

“......”

Danilis targaryan, with long silver blond hair, stood in front of a large number of slakes.

No one chose to leave.

Daenerys targaryan was satisfied with this, but there was no superfluous expression on her face.

At this time of crisis.

She must be the leader of the world and face everything.

This can give enough confidence to the people who follow her.

At this time, footsteps came from behind.

Know everything is ready.

Daenerys targaryan turned, took the torch from the doslak and walked towards the cremation circle ahead.

Watching kalisi coming with a torch.

Tied under the crematorium in advance, the middle-aged witch immediately shouted, "didn't you say you want to give everyone freedom?"

"Why not give me freedom!"

In the face of the witch who was saved by her kindness, but avenged her husband and killed her husband.

Daenerys targaryan looked very cold and said, "you are not eligible for pardon..."

"It will also be your atonement..."

The voice fell.

Daenerys targaryan reached out and lit the extremely dry dry hay with a torch.

The flame immediately burned and spread.

Encouraged by the cold wind in the wasteland, the flame quickly spread to the whole crematorium.

In the roaring flames and the shrill screams of middle-aged witches.

Under everyone's eyes, danilis targaryan dropped her torch and walked slowly into the burning flame and disappeared.

The night deepened.

The cold wind is getting stronger and stronger.

What happened on the red wasteland.

No one knows what that means.

That night.

Late at night and early in the morning.

The flame in the crematorium has not been extinguished.

The sky suddenly flashed a huge red comet.

The size of the red comet.

Almost the whole of Aesop can be clearly seen at this moment.

The next morning.

It was just dawn.

When the flames in the huge crematorium finally went out.

Sir Jorah Mormont, who had been struggling all night, immediately stood up and walked to the crematorium.

The doslaks around also noticed the extinction of the flame, and immediately stood up and surrounded the crematorium.

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

Jora Mormont approached slowly, widened her eyes and looked carefully at the crematorium at the center of the crematorium circle.

Although a large number of rising smoke blocked the view.

But Jora Mormont saw everything around the crematorium.

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

There was a mess of black debris.

Jora Mormont's heart sank rapidly.

He kept approaching the burning debris with extremely high temperature, trying to see everything in the crematorium.

However, in addition to the unburned black debris.

Nothing else.

"Will it fail..."

Jora Mormont whispered, and disappointment, remorse and regret poured into her heart.

At this moment.

In front of the crematorium.

A black wreck suddenly moved.

A face with white skin can still be seen, even if it is stained with a large amount of black ash.

Jora Mormont was stunned.

In front of the crematorium.

When it was dark, bald and red, danilis targaryan stood up slowly from a curled black wreckage.

meanwhile.

The three kittens, with different sizes, colors and slightly larger heads, were covered with thorns from the forehead to the neck, back to the last long tail. The baby dragons appeared on danilis targaryan's shoulder injury and hand respectively.

Daenerys targaryan looked at the crowd without expression.

This moment.

Originally desperate, Jora Mormont seemed to see the most incredible and unimaginable surprise in the world.

He pressed his extremely excited heart, looked at the petite figure in front of him, who was dark and red, offered the most loyal etiquette and knelt down slowly.

This moment.

It's not just Jora Mormon.

All the people around who witnessed the creator of the greatest miracle in front of them, danilis targaryan, slowly knelt down and offered gifts for the birth of the real dragon.

from now on.

Not surprisingly, danilis targaryan's title is not only "the birth of the storm" and "the daughter of the real dragon", but also the title of "non burning" and the title of "the Lord of the real dragon".

The last "real dragon Lord" of the tangaryan Dynasty.

......

early morning.

South of the doslakh prairie.

A two seater carriage was driving at a constant speed on the wilderness Avenue.

"Look, my Lord, the red star in the sky is so beautiful."

In the carriage, the little slave Aphra was sitting in front of the window, pointing to the track of the bright and conspicuous red comet in the sky.

By her side.

Siglia, a growing young dragon, is standing on Aphra's shoulder and looking at the sky with Aphra's fingers.

Morgan looked up and glanced at the trace of the red comet in the sky.

He noticed it when he got up in the morning.

However, with the few poor memories of the world in his mind, he naturally did not know what it meant.

See the master didn't speak.

Aphra didn't care, so she soon played with little siglia in the carriage.

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

The little dragon siglia's great hostility to Aphra except her master has been very good since the beginning.

With little seglia.

The long and boring journey of the two team also had more fun.

But the existence of little guys is not all good.

At least in terms of food intake, little seglia is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the food intake can be imagined.

The little guy is starting to eat more than Morgan.

Although a lot of raw meat was purchased in novos free trade city state.

But for more than a month.

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

Morgan is now trying to train little siglia to eat cooked food like people.

After all, he carries enough dried meat.

Otherwise he would have to hunt for little siglia again.

Such a wild grassland is not a suitable place for hunting.

He's tried it before.

Moreover, with the current food intake of West Gloria, if he wants to catch enough raw food for the little guy every day, he won't have to hurry.

Therefore, it is imperative to train little guys to eat cooked food like themselves.

A week later.

At noon.

Looking at the end of the line of sight, the rolling Black Mountains.

Morgan thought: "that should be the" black cliff "on the map..."

"When you get to the big black cliff, it's not far from slave Bay..."

Look at the Black Mountains ahead.

Morgan said in his heart.

Looked up at the gloomy sky.

Morgan waved his whip.

The two horses immediately pulled the carriage and sped forward.

In the evening.

When Morgan finally reached the foot of the mountain where the "black cliff" was located.

The heavy and gloomy sky of lead clouds finally began to rain.

When Morgan found a suitable shelter from the rain for the night under the huge black mountain wall.

Not far from the stone wall.

The pouring rain suddenly fell down.

The dust and water mist aroused by the ground rose rapidly.

The whole world was shrouded in rain in an instant.

Aphra began to prepare dinner busily.

Morgan sat by the stone wall watching the rain, while little siglia lazily curled up in her old father's arms.

Look at the baby dragon in front of you.

Morgan thought.

"Brush..."

Light white virtual data immediately jumped and flickered in front of us.

[Time Traveler: Morgan]

[race: human]

[biological level: Level 2]

[soul power: 1]

[attributes: strength LV7; physique lv8; agility lv6; spirit lv6]

[abilities: general language; Muay Thai Lv2; white crow sword (mastery) lv4; bow and arrow (mastery) lv4; rock body (special skill); dragon power (special skill); charge (special skill); mental shock (special skill); eagle eye (special skill); flash (special skill); any door (special skill)]

[talent: Intimacy (special skill)]

[current world exploration progress: 0.99%]

【......】

Virtual data keeps jumping and flashing in front of you.

Little siglia in her arms was indifferent.

Morgan looked at the data panel calmly. 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 little siglia in his arms, the data behind the exploration progress bar had reached 0.99%.

Close to 1% of the achievement reward.

Now a month and a half have passed.

I'm almost at slave Bay.

The exploration progress is still 0.99%. Is it stuck?

Just like when I was in Middle Earth.

Stuck when he was about to reach the key node of achievement reward?

Look at the data in front of you.

Morgan was lost in thought.

Just then.

A colorful butterfly the size of a palm suddenly flew in front of Morgan.

Next second.

Little siglia, curled up in her old father's arms, immediately opened her eyes and opened her mouth.

"Hoo..."

A bright yellow flame burst out of siglia's mouth.

The colorful butterflies were burned into coke in an instant.