Pain, excruciating pain, heart-rending pain!

The constant pain from top to bottom made Havard shiver in the corner of the room, and the pain as if he was about to be torn apart made him unbearable, but for some reason he couldn't pass out.

The simple thatched hut could not completely block the cold wind blowing in, and the small snow that was spreading in the river bay turned into goose feather snow in the river near the north, and the cold that brought it made the surface of the water tank in the house form a thin layer of ice crystals.

However, at this time, the black Wade in the straw pile was sweating profusely, as if he was in a smoldering furnace, and his thick cotton jacket was also unconsciously torn apart, revealing a strong wheat-colored chest, and also revealing a blackened wound that seemed to have been torn by a wolf's claws.

The scar had been a great concern for Havard, for he knew the consequences of being scratched, but now he had no time to care about it, the endless pain blurred his mind, the rolling sweat soaked his eyes, and he couldn't see everything around him clearly.

He seemed to have a high fever, but the cold wind blowing in from outside the crack in the wall did not bring any comfort to Hewald, but instead appeared as if he had been scraped by a cold knife, and a pain that was deeper than the sharp pain in his body was deeper than the marrow of his body......

Everything made him want to howl, but his tongue had been bitten and his throat seemed to be dry and cracked.

So he could only lie down in the straw pile and struggle silently and hideously, hissing, fearing, remembering, hating......

After being rescued from the Twin Cities, Havard went through a period of hiding in Tibet, following Mellister, who had rescued him, but apparently looked down on him. But when the news of the crisis in Haijiang City was lifted, he could only hide from the waves of pursuit teams in Twin River City alone.

for that Mellister had forsaken him and gone on his way to the city of Haijiang.

This made Hewald feel sorry, because the other party did not say goodbye, but if he could have known this in advance, he would have taken the money in the other party's hand and the strange ring for his own use.

Money is not very important, but the ring is very magical, it can make people panic and flee at a glance, and it is also a weapon for them to escape from Twin Rivers City, and if they ...... If you have the ring to help you when you run into that monster......

Thinking about this, his remaining thoughts were filled with pain and chagrin.

After being chased by Twin River City, Hewald found himself alone, and wanted to go straight north to take refuge, but on the way, he was attacked by the terrifying monster. Normally, he had armor to wear, and he wasn't too afraid of the thing that couldn't be killed, but he didn't have much of a threat, but now he was a fugitive, poorly dressed, and he couldn't avoid being injured in the fight.

If it weren't even for his strong body and proficiency in hand-to-hand combat, he wouldn't have survived the monster's bite!

However, now it seems that his best treatment was to die at that time......

The thought flashed through his mind, and then an even greater pain struck, causing him to convulse violently, and then kicked his legs, and finally passed out unsupportively.

As a result, Hewald could not understand that after he fell unconscious, the skin on his body began to become wrinkled, gray and white, and finally grew wisps of white hair.

He obviously didn't notice that the positive pieces of his fingernails and toenails were falling off, revealing the bright red and tender flesh inside, but after a while, they were covered by strange sharp and black nails that spread out one after another.

He couldn't even see that at his buttocks, the originally tight pants were constantly propped up, and finally they were broken with a snort, and a sticky, gray tail stained with unknown liquid came out!

The snow outside finally stopped after a whole night, and a farmer passed by the thatched hut here, and found that the neighbor's house inside seemed to be too quiet, so he peeked out the window, and found that his neighbor three were slumped on the floor of the house with their eyes wide and blank, obviously dead for a long time, and in front of the woman, a terrifying white monster was squatting in front of the corpse, with its shoulders trembling, and the strange chewing sound was endless.

The peasant watched in horror and cried out, but his footsteps could not help but retreat, but the faint noise seemed to be detected by the presence within the house, and the monster in the room with its back to him suddenly turned its head to look at him, revealing a hideous wolf face stained red with blood!

Screams soon rang out from the otherwise peaceful village, and spread rapidly.

……

On the other side of the Seven Kingdoms, in the area of the Jiaoling of the River Bend, there was also an inconspicuous dialogue at this time, but it had a profound impact on the future situation.

"What kind of storm can we set off in this era with our individual abilities? Barbarians, it is necessary for us to unite, and only when we unite can we regain our former power! ”

A "man" with short silver hair and a very handsome appearance was now standing in a forest fence courtyard, staring feverishly at a sturdy bearded middle-aged man who was silently chopping wood in the courtyard.

"I've already planned to use kidnapping for ransom to accumulate funds for our initial activities, then go to the free trade city-states to find mercenaries, and finally wait for the opportunity to counterattack the Seven Nations - what do you think of this idea? Barbarians? ”

There was still no response, the stout middle-aged man was still silently chopping wood, and the crackling sound of the axe in his hand chopping on the wooden stake was very crisp, and the sound outside the forest hut here seemed very peaceful.

"Are you really willing to be a lumberjack for the rest of your life? Or do you want to be lumberjacks for your children and grandchildren who don't know how many generations? Don't you want to become Earl of Horn Tomb again and take the helm of the Tully family again? ”

The silver-haired "man" frowned and asked, "Your current situation is not as good as a dog!" ”

These words did not make the other party angry, but he finally glanced up at the doorman.

"How many people have you gathered?" His voice was steady and vicissitudes.

"What?"

"How many people are in the so-called alliance in your mouth?"

"Count you, six."

"But this is just the beginning, we're definitely going to get more, it's just going to take time," the silver-haired man said. ”

"And who are these six?"

"This ......" the silver-haired man hesitated and embarrassed a little, but then he replied stiffly, "Remove you and me, a tailor girl, two farmers, and a bard, all of whom are from our side!" ”

"So that's your team?"

The middle-aged man showed a mocking expression when he heard this: "Aegon was able to conquer the Seven Kingdoms because of his dragons and his wisdom, but what about you, Megger?" As the son of a conqueror, what else do you have now? You don't have a dragon, you don't have intelligence, you don't have an identity, you don't even have a man anymore - you want me to follow you? ”

He shook his head, bent down and continued chopping wood.

"It's better for you to be a bandit to get a sum of money, and then go to the Eastern Continent to live quietly and learn how to be a woman. Ha, I really want to see you give birth, but unfortunately it won't be my child, so forget it. ”

These words were simply insulting, and the silver-haired "man" trembled when he heard this, but despite his angry face, he did not pull out the long sword on his waist, but gritted his teeth and left a sentence before turning away.

"Just because you reject me now doesn't mean you'll reject me in the future, barbarian Samwell, let's wait and see!"

These words made the middle-aged man who was chopping wood pause, and then couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the back of the departing man, with a surprised expression.

……

Iron Islands, the sacred shores of Old Wake Island.

The outcome of the war had immersed the entire archipelago in an atmosphere of heaviness and grief, but at this time on the beach of Old Wake Island, the atmosphere was very hot, even frenetic.

"The evil god of storms has brought the storms of the Green Lands to inflict such heavy losses on the Ironseeds, but the Great Drowning God has already arranged everything!"

Surrounded by the crowd, a bald old flooded man raised his hands and shouted: "The deceased is immortal, our relatives have stepped into the flowing water palace of the drowning god, and are enjoying the flowing water banquet and the service of the mermaid arranged by the drowning god, and the deceased is immortal!" ”

As the words fell, a loud chord of voices rang out from the dense crowd, fishermen, soldiers, miners, farmers, and even a limited number of nobles...... The listeners all looked excited, as if they had heard some great news.

But before the drowning words ended, I saw that the fanaticism on his face became more serious, and the words roared even louder: "The drowning god has ceremoniously received the iron seeds who fought for him, but the drowning god has not given up on us pious people!" He sent His Son, and yes, the Son of the Drowned God has already come! He saved Erun. Greyjoy, he brought miracles! He is destined to lead the Iron Breeders back to their former glory! If the deceased does not die, it will rise again, and its momentum will be even stronger!! ”

Louder cheers erupted at the words, and a large crowd began to chant the slogan that had been passed down in the Iron Islands for countless years.

Seeing this, the old flooded man hurriedly raised his hand and pressed down, signaling that he had not finished speaking.

"The great son of the drowned god has now stepped into the green land to observe for himself all that is evil, and now we need to wait and gather strength! Wait for the return of the Son of the Drowning God, wait for the revival of the ancient path, and wait for the Iron Isles to rise again! That's right, rise again! ”

"Rise again!" An old ironman roared after the words of the drowning man. Many more echoed it loudly.

"Long live the son of the drowned gods!"

"Revenge!"

"The dead don't die!"

……

As the noise faded away, a man in a gray cloak broke away from the frenzied crowd and headed for the shoreline not far away.

Under the hood, he has an ugly scar on his face, and his appearance is ugly, but his eyes are unusually bright.

Once on the shoreline, he pushed a small boat moored there into the sea, then paddled away from Old Wick Island in the direction of Big Wick Island.

"We need to wait for the return of the son of the drowning god, but we don't need to wait without the slightest action, and we don't need the flattery that pretends to be pious."

He muttered under his breath as he paddled, remembering the half of the orange he had eaten when he was on the verge of death, and a hint of frenzy flashed across his face.

"Wealth, women, treasures, I will rob him of the best in the world and give it to him with my own hands!"

As he muttered to himself, the oars in his hand moved faster and more powerfully, and out of sight of the people on the boat, an octopus the size of a human head was clinging to the bottom of the boat and riding the downwind boat, its tentacles fluttering slightly with the water, as if silently echoing the words of the man on board.

……

Somewhere on the continent of Essos, in the vast and magnificent hall, an old man dressed as a knight of the Westeros continent was speaking to the middle-aged man on the magnificent throne at the end of the hall, but before he finished speaking, a beautiful silver-haired woman who accompanied the middle-aged man suddenly frowned and covered her stomach, directly attracting the attention of the middle-aged man who was originally listening quietly.

"What's the matter, ma'am? Upset stomach? He asked.

"I feel like the kid is kicking me." The beautiful woman responded, raising her hand to caress her slightly bulging lower abdomen, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"How is this possible, how old is the child?"

"But I really felt it...... Our Lady willing, the child must be very healthy. ”

The middle-aged man didn't believe it, but now it seemed that his wife was fine, so he raised his hand and patted his arm comfortingly, then turned his head to look at the old knight who was waiting quietly under the throne, and the two boys and girls behind him.

"Sir Dare, my attitude regarding the restoration of House Targaryen remains the same, and I ...... about the marriage you speak of."

The middle-aged man said, looking at the silver-haired boy with his head held high behind the old knight, and the immature little girl hiding behind the old knight with a shy and scared look, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"My child has not yet been born and I am not sure if it is a boy or a girl, but His Royal Highness the Prince is too old to be the right person. Princess Daenerys is a match for my child's age, so if I have a son, then marriage might be considered, but if it's a daughter—"

Before he finished speaking, the woman next to him covered her stomach with a sigh, which made the middle-aged man's face suddenly become much more nervous.

"Are you really okay? Madam? ”

"I'm not sure, maybe ......"

"Maybe you should hurry up and get some rest! Madame, I'll take you away. The middle-aged man said, glancing apologetically at the two and three people standing below, and after a brief conversation, he signaled that the conversation was over.

Although the old knight who visited him was helpless, he could only turn around and leave honestly.

"He's too presumptuous, I'm a prince!" After walking out of the magnificent hall and arriving at the flat square outside, a trace of anger appeared on the silver-haired boy's face.

"It's not a beggar who can be sent away casually!"

"But if it weren't for the protection of Lord Aquaman, we wouldn't even have a place to live, Your Highness the Prince." The old knight replied with a sigh, and then looked at the girl who was tugging at the corner of her clothes behind her buttocks, and found that her little face was tense, and a trace of love flashed in her eyes.

"Your Royal Highness, what's the matter?"

He crouched down and asked with concern.

"I'm hungry." The girl replied in a whisper.