The sun is scorching in the sky, but the wind by the sea brings a relaxing and refreshing atmosphere.

Lan Li, who had managed to survive, stood trembling in the shallows, and the three drowning men who had performed the ceremony embraced him with joy and kissed him on the cheek, and then someone handed him a rough linen garment.

Then he saw that the three drowning men had begun to pin another frightened black-haired boy into the water.

"O Supreme God, who has been drowned for us, let your servants ......"

An old man in a shabby black leather coat, barefoot, and coarse cloth shorts came over and motioned for Lan Li to go with him, and the high-pitched and fanatical words faded away as Lan Li turned away.

As a result, he had free time to observe his surroundings.

It was a curving sand on the edge of the island, and under the sun, a dense crowd of leather-clad soldiers were active, some walking back and forth, some fishing in the shallows with harpoons, and some sitting in groups of three and two chatting.

The sea breeze was pleasant, and in the crowd, a short soldier with brown hair and black eyes raised his wooden cup and shouted at Lan Li as he passed by.

"You passed the ceremony, you proved your piety! Hal of White Ou Village, we welcome you! ”

The three people sitting next to him raised their glasses and followed, and more people around him echoed in the same voice.

Lan Li turned his head to look at them tremblingly, but the old man who led the way did not stop, so he didn't say anything, raised his feet and hurriedly followed.

Then he met some enthusiastic soldiers, some could call out his name, and more just shouted blessings, and as he kept moving forward, Lan Li didn't say a word, but silently observed the strange environment here.

It can be seen that these Iron Folk soldiers stationed in front of the beach are generally enthusiastic.

And none of them look fake, and neither does the island beneath their feet. The soft sand was very comfortable to step on, the cool and pleasant sea breeze blew a strand of brown hair on his forehead, and a pile of bird droppings fell from the sky above his head, crackling......

Looking sideways at the white and green things spread out over his shoulder, the smell was hard to describe. So Lan Li reaffirmed that this was a real place, not some illusion or dream.

"What would I see if I ran to Storm's End now? Comatose boy? Or ......"

Thinking of the previous "dream", he thought about it. But it was clear that this was a difficult thing to accomplish, as the Iron Islands were in the depths of the ocean at the westernmost point of Westeros, while Storm's Rest was on the easternmost coastline of the continent.

And his current identity is a brown-haired iron man boy, not the black-haired third young master Baratheon, and he can't enter the castle of the noble lords at all.

What's more, he doesn't seem to have come here to hang out casually.

Frowning and thinking about the three lines of words he had seen when he was flooded before, Lan Li suddenly realized.

After being reincarnated by himself, eighty percent of them have awakened some special possession "system", and all kinds of knowledge learned in ordinary times can be digitized, and after the level is raised to a certain level, the knowledge learned can also derive characteristics.

When encountering a special medium, the real purpose of this "system" is triggered - to possess others and do tasks......

Is there really such a nonsensical thing?

Touching the rough face that was different from that of a child, Lan Li frowned.

……

The old man was silent all the way, and led him to a fenced tent at the back of the camp to receive a piece of equipment—

A padded white undergarment, a waist-length pair of old black leather armor, a round half-helmet with an ugly nose guard, a pair of lightly decayed brown hard cowhide boots, and a heavy quiver with a short bow of brown wood and a long leather belt entwined around it.

He was finally led to a small group under a coconut tree on the left side of the beach camp, but before anyone could be introduced, a young golden-haired soldier leaning against a tree stood up with a bang.

"Hal! Great, I thought you wouldn't make it! ”

Obviously, this person is an acquaintance with the current Lan Li. However, he did not inherit any memories, and Lan Li knew nothing about it.

"You have proved your piety." Another veteran with messy black hair nodded solemnly at him, but then raised the leather wine bag in his hand.

"So your life belongs to the sea from now on, that's what the drowning people say."

This action made the old man who had not spoken all this time stunned.

"Lord Lucas is not allowed to drink during the day, Pais!"

"I didn't drink." The veteran named Pais looked at him blankly, then pointed to his gaping mouth, revealing a mouthful of sticky yellow teeth.

"Don't believe you?"

The old man who led the way just glared at the other party, then turned around and left, leaving Lan Li alone in front of the small team.

Excluding the veteran named Pais and the blonde boy, there were two other people here, an ordinary-looking black-haired middle-aged man squatting under the shadow of a coconut tree and cooking a pot of thick fish soup with an iron helmet, holding a spoon and shaking it very attentively, and a younger thin man looking at Lan Li and the bow and arrow in his hand with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Will it work? Brat? ”

"Of course!"

Before Lan Li could speak, the blonde boy who greeted him at the beginning rushed to say, "In Baiou Village, Hal and I are training together!" ”

As he spoke, he pulled Lan Li to his side, and then pointed to a few people around him: "Let me introduce you, this person talking to you is Karen, and he is very good at arrows." This is Lane the Cook, from Red Crab Village next door to us, this old drunkard you just heard, he's ......"

It's a squad of soldiers who have been put together on an improvised basis.

Lan Li, who listened and observed silently, learned about this after a while.

Although it may seem like everyone is familiar with the person around them, in reality this familiarity is only superficial.

"I'm glad you survived, Rhodes didn't survive, and if you die, I'll have to kill the Oak Islanders myself, and they're not happy to take my money, especially when no one is helping me. But now it's better......"

After introducing his companions, the blonde boy with a freckled nose did not shut up, but continued to gossip.

His name was Jaspi, and although he didn't ask, Lan Li learned about it from the words of others.

At the same time, he also learned more information.

For example, his current name is Hal, and he is from the same village as this Jaspi called Baiou Village. For example, the island under their feet is called Old Wick Island, for example, the king they are loyal to is named Rhodes, who relies on the belief in drowning gods to become kings, and has won the collective support of the drowning priests.

And he, the squad, and the rest of the squad will set sail early tomorrow morning to another island called Oak Island, to fight for the drowned king......

Lan Li couldn't help but look up at the clear sky.

Although heraldry mainly focuses on the general history of the lord family and the outstanding figures, it is inevitable that he will also be exposed to some other knowledge during the teaching period.

Therefore, he understands that Old Wake Island and Oak Island are actually two of the islands in the Iron Islands, so he can understand the flooding rituals and general process of the Iron People, so he can quickly determine the situation he is facing after clenching his dentures.

What made him pay close attention was that the Iron Folk soldiers on Old Wake Island were currently fighting against another group of Iron Folk soldiers on Oak Island.

The Iron People rarely fought with their own people, and there were almost no wars after the establishment of the Targaryen Dynasty, even if they didn't think about anything else, Lan Li felt very wrong just hearing about it.

Because he had heard the old scholar say that the current Iron King of the Iron Islands, Coren Greyjoy, was cautious and reasonable, ruled well, and ruled the territory very steadily, and it was impossible for civil strife to break out, let alone let anyone in the territory call him a king......

As he pondered, Lan Li seemed absent-minded, and even when young Jaspi or the other companions spoke to him, he sat there nodding or mmmmmmm

Because being flooded is more or less a life-and-death crisis, and it is normal to be stimulated to a certain extent, no one is surprised by his silence.

And it wasn't long before the conversation between the group made him finally affirm his situation.

"Tell me that it would be better for the black-hearted man of the Hall family to be burned to death by the Dragon King, who never thinks about our lives or deaths, and only cares about building his stone castle in the east. Now you see, the stone helmet armor can't stop the dragon king's spit. ”

The man who spoke was Pais, an old drunkard, who grinned as he spoke, and his mouth, which was missing a front tooth, was particularly striking.

"My uncle was there, and he was so frightened that he peed his pants before he heard that the black-hearted old king was burned to death."

Cook Ryan's fish soup was ready, and he was serving a bowl to everyone with a wooden spoon, and he glanced at the old drunkard suspiciously.

"Are you sure? At that time, the whole castle was burned, and the whole family of the black-hearted liver was burned to death by the dragon, if your uncle was really inside, how could he still be alive? ”

"I don't know." The old drunkard boasted without changing his face: "But I guess our family has the dragon's blood of Dragonstone Island, have you heard of that sentence?" True dragons are not afraid of fire......"

Then Lan Li didn't listen carefully, because there was no need anymore-

In ancient times, there were seven kingdoms in Westeros.

The Kingdom of the North, the Kingdom of the Valley, the Kingdom of Riverland, the Kingdom of Kaiyan, the Kingdom of Riverbend, the Kingdom of Storm, and finally the Kingdom of Dorne.

The Baratheon family, where Lan Li is located, inherited from the ancient Storm Kingdom, was divided by the founder of the Targaryen dynasty, Aegon Targaryen.

Aegon is known as the Conqueror for his two sisters (who are also wives) rode their dragons and conquered six of the Seven Kingdoms –

North, Valley, River, Kaiyan, Riverbend, Storm.

Only Dorne was later subjugated by Aegon's descendants through marriage, and during the reign of the Conqueror, Dorne did not give in and fought to the death against the dragons of House Targaryen.

But the resistance was not limited to Dorne, when the first war broke out, the king of the Riverland kingdom, Heron Hale, relied on his largest castle in Westeros to resist the conqueror's dragon flame, and the entire family was burned to death, and the Hale family was wiped out.

As a result, the Heyu Kingdom of Nuoda became two territories -

Iron Islands, River Lands.

That was nearly three hundred years ago, and Lan Li had learned this history not long ago when he was studying the coat of arms of the Turi family of the Duke of Riverland.

And now......

Glancing at the few Iron People soldiers who were still chatting next to him, and then at the huge number of Iron Folk camps behind him that spread across the entire coastline, Lan Li's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

It's not easy to make a judgment on a simple case, but at the moment, this similar encounter is enough for him to make a direct conclusion.

He could be sure that he had come to a time when the Targaryen dynasty had not yet been established more than 200 years ago.

Second, and most importantly, he understood something because of it.

What he has is not some nonsensical possession game, but the power to travel into history!