The king on the Great Wall

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The original plan of more than half a month is more than enough, and there is no problem to play with it as much as you want, but now the situation has suddenly changed to a week. With the preparation time extremely compressed, things are still going smoothly, so naturally we can no longer hide it from the subordinates.

After sending away the messengers and defectors from Donghaiwang, Iger immediately called the core management personnel of Houguan Town to hold an emergency meeting, publicly announced his sudden new decision, and suppressed everyone's different opinions. Afterwards, we seriously discussed the issue of "with only one week left to prepare for the war, which tasks of low importance can be skipped or postponed", and then made a new work assignment and schedule based on the results of the discussion... Finally Formulate the "true and definitive version" of the Southern Expedition Plan.

It is almost midnight when the follow-up impact caused by the major decision-making change of "initiating the incident" is roughly straightened out, and all preparations are made for the smooth start and orbit of the strategy.It is an eternal truth to sharpen the knife and not to chop wood by mistake. Iger has already realized from practice that the leader cannot do everything himself, and he must dare to hand things over to his subordinates and give them full trust. He is exhausted physically and mentally. He did not insist on continuing Instead of working, go back to the room to simply freshen up and lie down on the bed, preparing to take enough rest to ensure that there is plenty of physical energy and spirit, and to welcome the new day with better state and efficiency.

***

Under the gray sky, fine snow fell, and there was no trace of anyone in the huge Houguan Town Inner Fort.

Iger didn't take two steps in the bleak yard before he realized that he was dreaming.

From an early age, he had a useless, not uncommon, but very interesting special ability: lucid dreaming.

As long as he was dreaming, and there was a recognizable oddity and difference between the dream and reality, he would quickly discover this and figure out that he was dreaming.

If that is the case, it is naturally not worth mentioning... But what makes him stronger than ordinary lucid dreamers is that after years of familiarization and self-training, he has increased the probability of seeing through dreams to more than 90%, and Successfully unlocked a large number of permissions to control his dreams.

Iger is a rare among lucid dreamers, a high-level dream controller.

The dreamer will not be led by the nose by the natural development of the dream, but omnipotent: he can knead and shape the dream world arbitrarily like a creator god, or endow himself with all the abilities within the scope of his imagination, and let The people you want to see appear in front of you, let the events you want happen... and do whatever you want, do some stupid things, stupid things or bad things that you would never do in reality on weekdays, fully satisfying the dark desires deep in human nature Or freshness, but without any consequences and psychological burden.

Well, even if this ability is blown out of the air...it is still a useless skill.

But, anyway, you can't do anything else while sleeping, so why not do it?

However, although Iger can tell that he is dreaming and can control the dream at will, he has not been able to find a way to decide "whether or not to dream during a certain sleep" by himself.As he grew older, the frequency of his dreams decreased day by day, and the experience of wanton lucid dreaming became more and more rare...in fact, he hadn't had a dream for a long time.

Walking through the snow-covered and flawless inner castle yard of Houguan Town, Iger began to think about what to do with this lucid dream, and then he saw someone standing in front of the office building more than ten meters away. .

To be precise, it was a silver-haired woman with her back turned to him.

Different from the gray and white "silver hair" in the usual sense, this woman's full head of hair is really "silver" hair-they are as shiny as molten sterling silver, if it is not slightly lifted by the breeze The strands of hair can make people identify that it is indeed hair, and Iger can't help but suspect that it is mercury or some similar liquid metal.

It's Daenerys, and it seems to be a beautified version! ?

Iger roughly understood what happened: he hadn't been close to a woman for a while, and under the influence of his physical needs, his subconscious mind turned into a beautiful woman in his dream for him to satisfy his desires.

In reality, he still abides by the self-control that governs the hanging, because he still needs to be cautious before major events are accomplished.But this is a dream, and everything that happens here will not have any impact or interference on reality. Of course, there is no need for these meaningless self-limitations. It is also a good choice to experience the taste of enjoying the queen here in advance.

Just use this as a dream pastime tonight.

With a certain idea, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked towards the mysterious woman.

One step, two steps... He approached the goal slowly and unhurriedly - as an old driver and a senior lucid dreamer, he has enough experience to simulate any sensory experience that should appear in the dream, and at the same time keep the dream Stable, almost never encounter the embarrassment of emotional ups and downs leading to waking up at the last minute.The distance between the two gradually approached, and the woman turned around when he approached with a few meters left, but it was not Daenerys, but another woman with a completely strange face, but with an astonishingly beautiful appearance. young women.

In dreams, shouldn't there be faces that you have never seen before?However, if I have seen such a woman, I should be impressed, how could I feel strange?Iger was a little confused, but what attracted his attention more was: the other party's beautiful face had a small and delicate nose, and the thin and tender lips, like the first cherry blossoms, were pointed and slightly pouty, and there were obvious oriental features in her beauty... There are a pair of purple eyes that are so bright and glowing, they are as dazzling as guiding lights in all the dreams that are not so real, and the gaze they radiate is also as sharp as a sharp sword, which is breathtaking.

Who is this and what's going on?

Iger was secretly surprised, but he was satisfied with the beauty of the woman transformed into his dream, and continued to approach without slowing down, reaching out to pull her.

A trace of confusion appeared on the young woman's unforgettable pretty face, which was so close at hand, and then she did something completely beyond Iger's expectations: she took a step back to avoid his touching Gouhou, and stepped out. Before the foot landed, it turned into a dazzling stream of light—in the oncoming air current, it "flashed" to another position a few meters away from Iger's side!

"What are you doing?" The two looked at each other again, and asked in unison with the same astonished expression.

One is to wonder why the other party behaves incomprehensibly and rudely, and the other is to wonder: dreams are a projection of reality. In other words, the dreamer must have seen the same or similar things in reality that can appear in dreams. Yes... But now, a person whose subconscious mind has manifested for his entertainment, can resist in a way he has never seen before?

Iger was stunned by this unprecedented magical method for a few seconds, and then suddenly became disbelieving: I am the master of this dream, and I can't help you, a little girl transformed from subconsciousness?

With a slight movement in his mind, he used an ability in a way that he couldn't even understand, condensing the air around the young woman to restrict her movement, and at the same time, the doors of the surrounding buildings opened with bangs, and Iger manifested his thoughts. The subordinates who came out - several tall men in black with blurred faces rushed aggressively at the woman who had been immobilized in the field, vowing to capture her, strip her naked and send her to the master's bed.

The woman froze on the spot and blinked her eyes. For a moment, she seemed to want to catch her without a fight...but in the next second, she used an incredible method again.

The dream owner clearly felt that the woman had opened the valve of a previously suppressed force in her body.With her slender body as the center of the circle, the snow on the ground was blown into the air by this force... After a while, the mechanism controlling this force was completely relaxed, and an unbelievably huge amount of energy gushed out violently, forming a blast like a thermonuclear weapon. The blast-like blast wave spread in all directions!

Iger felt like a small reef in the tide, letting the huge waves that could destroy the world pass by him without any resistance.Normally, Wantao would wake up straight away if he was scared, died, or was seriously injured in a dream, but for some reason it didn't happen this time.The burly men and subordinates formed by his consciousness were first torn apart and blown away by the violent waves, and then the surrounding buildings and city walls were the same as those in the inner castle of Houguan Town. After a while, the earth also cracked and disintegrated in front of this unstoppable force. In the end, the whole world was destroyed by this unimaginable force and was blown away to infinity and disappeared from sight. There are physical objects, only the endless flames, and the silver-haired woman floating on the sea of ​​flames.

"Now, can we talk properly?"

Hearing the woman's annoyed question, Iger closed his wide mouth, and then came back to his senses.

He didn't wake up because the surging force didn't touch and hurt him at all, but only destroyed the entire dream, and now he was floating in the air without touching the ground or up or down!

What the hell kind of plot is this?I just want to take advantage of the limited lucid dream time to have some fun before waking up!

By this time, Iger had vaguely realized that something was abnormal.However, the not-so-complete rationality and self-control in sleep, as well as the strong curiosity and joy of seeing a lucid dreamer, made him still unable to settle down: this woman destroyed the Houguan town formed by her subconscious, but No matter how many times the thing in the dream is destroyed, it is still in the dream—then, after seeing the magical powers that the other party can use, as long as I think about it, I should be able to grasp and use it immediately.

With another thought in mind, the boundless sea of ​​fire around him really rose and fell again. The fiery golden red flame succumbed to the supreme authority of the dream master's imagination and began to weaken, and finally extinguished into nothingness. In this dark and empty space like outer space, light Things floated up, heavy things sank, and the sky and the earth began to take shape again under Iger's will...

The silver-haired woman was supposed to be angry, but for some reason she couldn't get angry when she met someone who dared to offend and ignore her.She held her forehead dumbfounded, and had nothing to do with this curious baby—Iger won, this was indeed his dream, if he refused to stop, and she didn't want to wake him up, the two of them could go back and forth with each other If you play until dawn, then the business will be delayed...

Shaking her head, she raised her head again, and sighed like a mother who couldn't help her child: "Iger, if you keep playing, you're going to wake up."

"Huh?" Iger, who was having so much fun playing Kaitiandidi, even forgot his original plan to flirt with lust, finally stopped what he was doing, "You, do you know this is a dream?"

"Of course I know this is a dream." The silver-haired woman met such a lucid dreamer for the first time. She folded her arms across her chest and asked with a frown, "Then, now, can you stop your nonsense and listen to me carefully?" Talked?"

……

Intuitively, Iger felt that it would be funny to communicate with a certain character in the dream in a serious manner even though he knew it was a dream; Afterwards, he began to wake up and realize that the strange woman in front of him might not be a product of his own consciousness...

And if someone really exists who has the ability to incarnate into his dream and talk to him, then even if it's just out of caution, he shouldn't continue to play with the dream and challenge the limit of tolerance of the other party.

After a simple weighing of the pros and cons, Iger put away his casual expression, hung in the unformed world of the dream, slightly bowed his body, and said seriously: "Please allow me to apologize for my offense just now, and I mistakenly thought that you are also my dream Part of it. Dare I ask, ma'am, are you?"

"We have never met, but you must have heard my various names. However, considering the pressure you have relieved me and your outstanding contribution to the human world, and out of honesty and politeness in communication, I will tell you My exact name." The woman did not put on airs or play tricks, but answered directly and indifferently, "I am the daughter of the true dragon, R'hllor Foster."

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Chapter 481 Dreamland Visitor

If Iger had researched and understood the history of Valyria, or simply read the book "The Key to Controling the Dragon" that Daenerys got when she was in Asshai, then he would have immediately realized the mysterious woman's identity after she reported herself. of origin.

But he didn't.

As a time traveler, it is impossible for him to understand and master the background story that even the creator has not finished writing in the original world; and as a busy person who has lived in the world of ice and fire for a period of time, he has no time and interest to study a On the other side of the Narrow Sea is an ancient empire that has long since collapsed.

Therefore, he had only heard of the word "Foster" by accident, and vaguely remembered that it seemed to be a once famous Valyrian surname, and he had no idea other than that.

He didn't know that "Foster" was the surname of the oldest of Valyria's forty dragon king families, commonly known as "Original Dragon King"; The ancient Valyrian family that fell in the catastrophe of the doomsday or the illegitimate children without a surname—any "Varerian" in the narrow sense who can ride a dragon or have a blood relationship with the dragon knights, as long as you go back up, in At or near the end, there must be an ancestor named "Foster"; he didn't know that the long history of the Valyrian Freedom Fortress from its establishment to its destruction, no matter how its internal factions fought with each other and fought with each other. Striking and slaughtering, the Foster family always ranks first, aloof and superior to all living beings, always the family with the fewest members but the most detached and noble status that no one dares to provoke...

He didn't know anything about the mysterious woman's last name, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as "knowing nothing", but no matter how much he didn't know, it would never affect his ability to hear her name.

This mysterious woman who appeared in his dream actually claimed to be the god of shadow and fire and the king of light—the red god R'hllor!

……

Iger's understanding of the "God" of this world has gone through a process of repeated and tortuous evolution.

Whether it is the original book of Ice and Fire or the adaptation of the TV series, the so-called "God" has never shown his face directly or shown a clear miracle. From the beginning to the end, a group of people are shouting "This is made by God", "God" That's what God did"...but it's just gibberish and no proof.Iger once guessed from this that whether it is R'hllor of the Red God religion, the old gods admired by the ancestors, or the god of death talked about by the faceless men, they are just a bunch of wizards or ordinary people with ulterior motives. A cover made up by people for various purposes: those in power or people with supernatural powers, who rotely explain their plots or magic spells as the work of gods, so as to cover up their abilities and legitimize themselves Behavior, to intimidate the enemy and protect oneself by the deterrence of God.

This set of theories can indeed explain a lot of things, but it faced a test shortly after traveling to this world: Iger quickly found out after the initial adaptation period and entered the main storyline that although there was an extra traveler and night watchman in this world, Whether it was Weimar Royce who was killed by a strange ghost when he led a patrol for the first time, or Benyan Stark who went out to find the former and never returned, and even tried to prevent Bran from encountering an accident in Winterfell. ... Attempts to change these important plots have all ended in failure.

At that time, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't help but wonder: Maybe there really is some "something in the dark" in this world, who would stare at everything and force the plot to develop according to the original line?

It was a rather demotivating poor judgment, but events later overturned it quickly.The plot can obviously be changed by interference, and the degree of deviation will continue to increase with the distance from the center of the storm, the number of key people you know, the status from low to high, and the influence from weak to strong. .The previous failures were either due to people's indifference and the general trend, or because they chose the wrong timing and opponents, which was doomed to be futile.

"Existence in the dark" may indeed exist, but they never have the self-awareness, emotions, or clear goals like people to force the plot to develop along the same path.The Red God and the Cold God, the pair of old enemies that have clear signs of their real existence, should be nothing more than two chaotic forces that mutually generate and restrain each other, unconsciously but instinctively confronting each other forever... In a sense, God really exists, But he or they will never run around idle to make things difficult for a human individual, and there is no need to take it into consideration in everything they do.

The above is Iger's final judgment on the extraordinary power of the world of ice and fire after several twists and turns.

He analyzed and guessed through signs, and followed the judgment results, boldly and decisively active and fighting in Westeros. Sure enough, nothing evil happened. In the end, he changed from a little soldier who others would not even take a second look to now. A big man whose every move can affect the nerves and fate of many people.

But right now, there is a mysterious guy who has entered his dream in the image of a silver-haired woman... and claims to be the Red God R'hllor!

Is she real or fake?If it is really the deity, then is her appearance in my dream a manifestation of her real appearance, or is it an illusion made to lower my defenses and make it easier to accept?Also, what is the purpose of her trip?

***

A lot of thoughts and doubts accumulated in my heart, but Iger didn't ask them out. In the dream, any questions and proofs were meaningless.And when faced with a visitor who obviously has nothing to do with it, the best choice is to follow her thoughts honestly and listen to what rainbow farts she can fart.

"I've heard about you for a long time, Ms. Rhelo." Iger said respectfully. Not long ago, I thought I didn't have to pretend to be a grandson to anyone. Who would have thought that a god would appear now, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"A lot, but most of them have been completed by you, and the rest is not the primary purpose of my coming to you, so let's not mention this for now. As I am dealing with this guy you call 'Cold God' The right-hand man here, I decided to give you some rewards as a compliment." Seeing that Iger was finally willing to give up tinkering with dreams and talk, the silver-haired woman's expression softened a lot, "The first reward is, a piece of advice - you can go outside the Great Wall, But never go beyond Frostfang or the northernmost icy lakes of Haunted Woods in the hope of discovering new worlds or eliminating the threat for good."

Iger was taken aback for a moment, but didn't answer.

"I know what you're thinking—'I didn't plan to go on an expedition beyond the Great Wall, it was just a scam, how could I even fool a god?'." The silver-haired woman chuckled and pierced the man mercilessly real thoughts. "I am not a god, I am just a mythologized person, but remember one thing: Although some people are not gods, when his attention is attracted by a mortal, he is not much different from a god to this person ...And now you are that person. I know your calculations and plans clearly, but I still have to remind you of this, in case you have nothing to do in the future and plan to go to the northern end of this continent to explore The true face of the cold god."

"Well, now you must be suspecting that I want to raise the enemy's self-respect, or that I was sent by the so-called cold god." The woman continued as if she could see through people's thoughts, "In order to eliminate your One doubt, the second reward I give you is a story, a true story...an explanation about all of this. Don't underestimate this reward, you are the only mortal in this world who can be treated like this, even my most faithful believers, never want me to say a word to them. Now, ask me: why do I call myself 'Daughter of the True Dragon'."

You talk about yourself, why do you have to participate in the interaction?How does this look like a god!

The self-esteem and stubbornness of the superior made Iger not very willing to play the game of asking and answering according to the other party's advice, but he also knew that he was just doing well among ordinary people, that's all. Dignity and pride, in the eyes of an expert who can enter his own dream, and even in this dream, he can't do anything to her, is probably not worth mentioning.

He didn't hesitate for long: "Why do you call yourself the 'Daughter of the True Dragon'?"

"Because my mother is really a dragon, or rather, a real dragon." R'hllor replied without hesitation, "Throw out the queen's two pets that come to mind now—use In my mother's words, 'Are they considered dragons?'. The three things that Daenerys raised can only be regarded as dragon beasts at best... Huge beasts with some inexplicable kinship with dragons and similar appearance My mother is a high-ranking dragon who possesses reason and wisdom, speaks of civilization and morality, masters language and magic spells, and can even change between human and dragon forms at will. That is the real dragon! We, Valyria People claiming to have the blood of the real dragon, this is an honest description of the facts, not some abstract cultural concept or bragging!"

So hanging?Then why haven't people all over the world heard of or seen the so-called real dragon?

"In this world, there is only my mother, a high-ranking dragon. She didn't grow up here, but many years ago, when she was just pregnant with me, she was met by my father's sister—the one I have never met. My aunt was jealous and hostile, so she used a sneak attack to exile into the rift of time and space... and came to this world." R'hllor said in a flat tone, then glanced at Iger with a ghostly expression, and smiled: "Why, Do you think that you are the first or unique outsider in this world since ancient times? Ha, that is really inexplicably powerful and confident."

Iger didn't have the intention to fight back the ridicule at all. Hearing the news of the existence of another time traveler, or the existence of a time traveler dragon, was enough to shock people, but his biggest secret was exposed like a piece of worthless waste paper in a few words. He was so shocked that even his thinking almost stopped functioning.It wasn't until this time that Iger subconsciously realized that the other party said "I am no different from a god to you" before. I am afraid it was not a bluff. She claimed to be R'hllor, and she suddenly became credible at this moment. stand up.

My mind went blank for two or three seconds before Iger recalled what he should do now: Since his identity as a time traveler is not a secret to the person in front of him, he should be more shocked than shocked...

He blurted out: "Then how did I come to this world? Is there still a chance and a way to go back?"

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Chapter 482 Dreamland Visitor

"The questioning part is not over yet, dear Son of Prophecy." R'hllor was satisfied with Iger's attitude of beginning to believe and question, but shook her head and refused to answer, "Listen to me, the answer is easy." She was not debunking at all Iger wastes time on the little episode of Iger's identity as a time traveler, but goes straight on, "When my mother entered, or rather was exiled into, this world, it was occupied and treated as a private domain by another original master. I The mother's appearance out of thin air was regarded as an invasion, and the original owner quickly received a request to 'leave as soon as possible'."

"I have to say that this request is reasonable, but it's a pity that the premise is wrong: my mother is not what the aboriginal god thinks—a passing time traveler, and she doesn't have the ability to travel between different worlds on her own. Although very Sorry for bothering people, but my mother had to... bite the bullet and explain her predicament and ask for acceptance and a minimum living space."

"You must have guessed what happened next. The native god didn't have the virtue of generosity. The reason why he didn't act immediately was because he realized that the coming person was difficult to deal with. But when my mother refused to leave, and even asked When the other party ceded the Valyrian Peninsula—it was not called that at the time—as a territory, the battle finally broke out inevitably." R'hllor did not tease Iger again, asking him to ask what happened next, but After a slight pause, he continued bluntly: "The war between the world master and a cross-world invader, it is conceivable that it must be an earth-shattering battle, but I can't describe the battle process to you, because when it happened I am still in my mother's womb, and the eggshell has not yet formed. But the result is obvious: Although my mother is not strong among real dragons, and has just experienced an unprepared time travel, she is still pregnant state...but the native ruler of a world of weak demons is not very strong. This evenly matched battle ended with my mother winning. That stingy and violent native god originally wanted to keep a small peninsula, In the end, the whole world was lost, and even the body was destroyed by my mother, almost annihilated."

"Almost?" Iger seized the opportunity to speak.

"Almost." R'hllor nodded and repeated, "As the former ruler of the world, that guy has some trump cards and life-saving means after all. My mother didn't destroy him. Entering other people's homes and being driven away, but backhandedly beat the owner violently and then drove them out of the house... In such a situation, if you still chased and beat him hard and refused to let him go, it was beyond my mother's moral acceptance ability. Besides. Of course, there is another important reason——she was also injured, and because of the fierce battle, she gave birth prematurely, and gave birth to me in the ruins, so she has no ability to continue the pursuit."

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Dragons are oviparous animals, how can they be born prematurely?Could it be that she had a miscarriage after changing back to human form?

Iger was curious, but he didn't ask such an inappropriate question, and the silver-haired woman obviously didn't intend to explain—she was suspended in the air, but the surroundings were just dark when the dream was destroyed—Iger tried The semi-finished chaos that failed to reshape the dream with his mind, just like this surged and changed in front of his eyes as if the video was fast-forwarding: Countless solid objects with shimmering lights flew from infinity, colliding with each other, circling each other, settling, and gathering quickly And piled up into a group of rapidly growing solids, and finally evolved into a huge sphere spinning rapidly and braving red light, occupying most of the two people's field of vision.

In an instant, Iger realized what it was: a nascent solid planet.

R'hllor and himself, who happened to be in its low-Earth orbit, were able to look down on its surface from the perspective of God!

But the changes did not stop there. The newborn planet did not last long with its surface covered with magma. Instead, it showed the general process of the planet's evolution in dazzling changes: the molten surface gradually cooled and solidified, and liquid water in the low-lying areas The oceans are formed everywhere, and the land gradually becomes full of vitality from desolation.About half a minute later, the holographic "World Formation Science Popularization Quick Play" in this dream finally slowed down, and the blue-green planet finally stopped spinning like crazy, time gradually slowed down, and finally paused in the present moment, A long and narrow piece of land sandwiched by two oceans is incomparably facing the two dream tourists looking down on everything from a high altitude.

That is Westeros. Iger quickly recognized this from the shape of the land under his feet, and without any effort, he saw the white ice that almost spanned the east and west at the junction of the blue gray and snow white at the northern end of the land. Wall - the Great Wall of Desperation.

This is clearly my dream, so why is it that the other party is more comfortable manipulating it?

Iger muttered dissatisfiedly, but probably knew the reason: just like a virgin cannot experience the real taste of love between a man and a woman in a dream, a skilled lucid dreamer has all the authority in the dream, but after all, he cannot rely on imagination alone. To create things and abilities that you have never seen or possessed before—in short: what does it feel like to turn your hands into clouds and your hands into rain? It touches the blind spot of your imagination as a mortal up.

The woman floated to his side, looked side by side with Iger at the continent of Westeros under her feet, and raised her finger to the northwest of the Great Wall: "Mother drove that enemy to the Land of Eternal Winter—the land covered by polar ice caps." , the no-man's land named because it seems that it is always winter, he used it as a shelter for the other party, and reached a unilateral agreement with him: as long as he does not step out of there, he will not be aggressive again , and kill them all."

It turns out that this story and reality intersect in this way, and the "Cold God" is actually the original ruler of this world, and it was driven there by another outsider!

After suddenly realizing it, Iger was shocked: If this story is true, compared with that non-human transmigrator "predecessor", he is really sloppy. Fortunately, he has begun to immerse himself in the feeling of "I am a big man" up!

But within half a second of admiration and longing, he discovered the problem of the rationality of the story: "So, the enemy we fought so hard to fight against is just the defeated enemy of your mother who spared her life back then? But it is now It crossed the red line drawn by your mother and violated the human kingdom, why didn't you or your mother take action to punish it, but instead told us not to approach or try to destroy it?"

This is the first time for R'hllor to meet a mortal who can remain so clear, rational, and quick-thinking in a dream. She glanced at Iger with great interest, and nodded: "The question is on point, so the story is still quite long. The second half of the second half... Since there is not much time left until you wake up, we'd better speed up." After explaining the reason for the urgency in the words, she continued without hesitation, "My mother is a True dragons, under normal circumstances—that is, when they live in a medium or strong magic world, even if they cannot complete the qualitative leap to the next level, they will have a long natural lifespan to live. But in this magic power In a world where even such a tiny amount of concentration is often unstable, she was like a whale stranded on the beach, restrained everywhere, and lived very unhappy. Because she couldn't get enough energy, she died in that war. My injuries never healed, and I passed away due to aging and hidden wounds only 100 years after I was born."

It turned out that the crossing dragon was dead, and Iger frowned: Then wouldn't the cold god try to take back the world, but continue to stay in the cage designated by the enemy?

"The cold god you mentioned really wanted to take back the control of this world restlessly when he found out that my mother had passed away, and at the beginning he achieved quite a lot of results while I was not paying attention, but he soon discovered: it I, the daughter of its enemy, who has never been taken seriously by me, has actually grown to a level far stronger than her mother in just a hundred years! After the confrontation known as the Battle of Dawn, it realized that something was wrong, so it decisively dismissed the idea, conceded defeat and retreated to its lair, and continued to hide in the land of eternal winter and pretended to be dead."

"At that time, I thought about spending some effort to completely eliminate this hidden danger, but firstly, I found it troublesome, and secondly, I was too confident to think it was necessary...Of course, the real reason is that I temporarily put it down because I was more busy with another matter. This idea, until it happened unexpectedly later.”

The female voice who was narrating the past quickly and undisturbed paused, and suddenly looked at Iger again: "You should ask me again, why do I call myself the 'Daughter of the True Dragon'."

What I want to ask more is "what accident?" Iger rolled his eyes, but the matter has come to this point, so he simply went all the way to the end: "Okay, why?"

"Because my mother is a true dragon, but I am not. I only have half of the blood of a true dragon."

"Huh?" Iger was stunned and couldn't hide his surprise at all: "Sad Wind?"

"What's that?" R'hllor frowned suspiciously.

"Uh...it's nothing, since you said you only have half of the true dragon blood, what about the other half?"

"That's the point. Although my mother rarely brought up the subject, it is clear that my appearance and physical structure, which is almost the same as yours, shows that my father should be a human being. But he is by no means ordinary... I am Evidence." R'hllor didn't bother with that strange name, maybe he wanted to ask but didn't dare to delay any longer: "Although I was born of a real dragon, I landed in human form, although I didn't have the same relationship between humans and dragons as my mother did. The ability to change at will, but I have never experienced what it feels like to have wings and a tail, I am far better than my mother in almost every quality. I am stronger, more beautiful, and more agile than her in human form. The perception and use of energy is also easier and more efficient than her, and the most important point is: I live longer than her inconceivably."

Oh?

Iger squinted his eyes and looked at the other party carefully: I don't know how long this guy who is as beautiful as Daenerys and looks about the same age has lived?