"The Hall family is an ungodly family!" The morning after the flooding, a tall, long-haired flooded man gathered nearly a hundred people, including Lan Li's team, and then preached loudly.

"Because they are ungodly, the great drowning god drove the demon dragon of Valyria from the east, burned the black-hearted king of Heron, burned everyone in the Hale family, that is, we are free!"

"Freedom! Freely! ”

Some of the pious Iron Folk shouted loudly, but they all fell silent as the long-haired man raised his hand.

"Although we have been freed from the cruel rule of the House of Hall, the great Drowning God believes that his people cannot be allowed to continue to be misled by other ungodly false kings, so the Drowned God has sent His son, His Majesty Rhodes, our holy king, to lead us on the right path-"

As he spoke, he waved his arms and spoke in a high-pitched tone.

"Look, Iron Breeds, this is the supreme gift given to us by the Drowning God, and there is no one more suitable to rule the Iron Islands than the Son of the Drowning God, and no one is more qualified to sit on the throne of the Sea Stone!"

"Long live the son of the drowned gods!"

"Long live King Rhodes!"

There were iron people roaring, and the muscles in their necks were rising, and a large number of people echoed loudly.

But as soon as their shouting sounded, they were interrupted again, and they listened to the long-haired drowning tone of anger.

"But not all Iron Breeds know the greatness of the Children of the Drowning God, and not all of them follow the Drowning God religiously-"

……

His preaching continued, but after Lan Li pursed his lips, he didn't bother to listen to this kind of words that could obviously guess the end.

Although he realized that he had traveled into the history of Westeros, it didn't help him much.

However, more than a year of intermittent aristocratic education made him recognize the many coats of arms of Westeros and the brief family honors and good people behind them, and made him know the true history of this world, which was simply impossible.

Therefore, he is not sure what the specific situation of his group is now, so he can only settle down as he comes, or go with the flow first, and then talk about it after observing and understanding.

At this time, he was mixed in with the group, dressed in an old black cowhide armor, carrying a quiver and a short bow on his shoulders, and his waist was straight, as if he was ready to go.

In fact, Lan Li is indeed leaving the beach and preparing to go to a place called Oak Island.

Oak Island is home to the ungodly enemies of the long-haired floods, and their goal is naturally to defeat them.

Lan Li's target is also Oak Island, but it's not just because of the crowd, it's also because of the three lines he saw in the flooding yesterday—

【Smooth arrival at Oak Island】

【Kill 7 Iron Mins】

【Stop King Rhodes from jumping into the sea】

……

Clearly, he doesn't just have the ability to travel through history.

But Lan Li was even more vigilant because of this.

Ever since he had been beaten, he could vaguely see the kind of information that appeared on his body, but he was never sure what it was.

How did it come about?

What is it used for?

What is its relationship with itself?

Wouldn't it do any harm?

There are many questions to consider, because it is likely to be related to one's own future fate, and because normal people will never have such a thing.

However, before that "strange dream", before he clenched his dentures, the information that surfaced did not lead him to any clues, other than the numbers that quietly changed as he learned more and more about heraldry.

Now that there is a new change in this thing, Lan Li naturally attaches great importance to it, but it is also more cautious.

On the one hand, he coveted the transcendent power that might come from the word "golden finger", and on the other hand, he was afraid that there would be a trap in it.

It's just that behind these cautions, a certain instinct has always made him feel that his suspicion is very ridiculous, as if in his heart, there is a voice that always says to himself: Do you need to worry about yourself?

……

Instinct is instinct, and Lan Li has never forgotten the doubts that his "golden finger" should have, because he can't understand what it is.

But he didn't resist—

Can't be sure it's good, but who's to say it's bad?

So he felt that in addition to observation, it was okay to try to accomplish these three things.

But the problem comes again, if you really mix with the people around you to complete those tasks, you will inevitably enter the battlefield, and then you may be killed by random arrows.

Lan Li didn't mind being killed, because experience not long ago proved that after dying here, he would only return to this history, to Storm's End, and continue to be the third young master of his Baratheon family.

The pain that accompanied death was unbearable......

"It's better to die than to live, it's a day to be able to mix for a day. It's better to complete a task and see what the hell happens and send me a reward? Who sent it? ”

"Going to Oak Island seems like a no-brainer...... What if I had a son here? Three hundred years later, there will be an extra group of great-grandchildren? ”

The brown-haired young man came to his mind.

Standing on the seashore in the scorching sun for almost an hour, the drowning priest with long gray and black hair finally finished his speech before setting sail, and then waved his hand to signal the more than 100 Iron Folk soldiers to step onto a three-masted warship that had been prepared for a long time.

……

There were a large number of iron people on board, and the cabins below the deck naturally could not be accommodated, and after receiving a straw mat, Lan Li and several familiar faces of his team made a bunk on the edge of the deck.

The cool sea breeze was blowing, and more than 100 soldiers were on the deck, waiting for the end of the voyage slowly.

"Hal, when you get to the battlefield, you'll follow me."

Jaspi, a blonde boy leaning on the board of the boat, looked at him seriously and said, "My axe is better than yours, so I'm in front, and you use your bow to cover me." ”

Lan Li wanted to say that he couldn't use a bow at all, but he couldn't say it at all, so he could only nod his head in the face of the immature face in front of him, and pondered how to get past the impending difficulties.

The blonde Jaspi didn't notice anything unusual about his companion, and he continued to babble.

"We haven't been on the battlefield, so we can't rush to the front unless the adults order us to ......"

"I wish someone would take my iron money, so that I will be a real iron seed when I go back, but my father said that as long as I go back, I will be fine, Hal, did your father say such a thing to you?"

"I don't remember." Lan Li told the truth.

"Are you homesick?" The other party asked strangely, "You used to be very talkative." ”

"Aren't you the same?" Lan Li didn't answer directly.

He doesn't have any memories of his predecessors, so the best response is to throw the problem back.

"I don't, I'm a strong person, and strong people never miss home." The blonde boy said this, reaching out and handing Lan Li a gray and slightly warm yellow pebble: "Well, this is what I picked up at the door of my house before I left, and I gave it to you, I hope this will make you happier." ”

Looking at the stone, Lan Li stretched out his hand to take it and thanked him, and the other party said seriously: "The drowning god will protect us, he will." The great King Rhodes will also pray for us. Hal, remember to follow me when the time comes, we'll go back. As a true iron breed. ”

The young man's voice was full of anticipation, and Lan Li hoped that he would get his wish.

However, the sea in summer is like a menopausal and fickle old woman, and the sky is blue when the ship sets sail in the morning, and it is already gloomy just after noon.

The rain was coming, the wind was raging, and the three-masted warships that were sailing against the wind began to retreat, not to mention advancing.

The soldiers who were lying or leaning on the deck hurriedly got up to avoid being trampled and collided, and the sailors began to hurry forward and remove the raised sails, but unfortunately, a red-haired young sailor accidentally stepped into the air from a high place, screamed miserably, and fell into the frantically churning sea, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"We need not fear the wrath of the god of storms, for the great god of drowning has already opened his magnificent palace of flowing water to us! Don't forget, the son of the drowning god himself sounded the trumpet for us to move forward, and we have a god—"

On the deck, the long-haired man was dressed in a gray-green-blue coarse cloth robe, hunting in the wind, holding a driftwood club high above his head, and the resolute cheeks of an old peasant turned red with the roar, looking very excited.

It was only a strand of gray hair that had been blown up by the wind that happened to get into his throat, and even his words of encouragement had to be stopped in the middle of his speech, and then he bent over in the wind and coughed violently.

"Hal, be careful!" The passage that drifted in the wind was faint, and Lan Li, who was clinging to the tight rope on the side of the boat, turned his head with great effort to see a rolling log barrel on the deck jumping and speeding towards him.

"Unlucky!"

After scolding, he swayed with the hull of the ship and lay on the ground, and the oak barrel shook past his scalp, and he immediately hugged the base of the mast in front of him, and did not let go.

The wind was fierce and the rain was torrential, and the narrow hull of the battleship was like black pepper floating in a galley iron pot, tumbling and swaying as the liquid boiled.

On several occasions, the sides of its ship even had to be attached parallel to the sea, and it was not until the last minute that the board came back in danger, which was a blessing in misfortune.

Temporary luck doesn't mean anything, and as long as this terrible storm doesn't stop, it's hard to say that the ship named the Invincible Midwife will survive the storm.

"Shouldn't it be the easiest to just get on the road?"

In the storm, Lan Li's face was covered with rain, and after raising his hand to wipe his face with difficulty, he saw Jaspi, who came from the same village as "himself", screaming and rolling over with the tilt of the deck, so he hurriedly stretched out his legs to block it.

His feet hooked the tail hem of the blonde boy's black leather armor, which made the other party open his mouth and thank him loudly, but it made Lan Li feel as if his feet and necks had been chopped in half by the hard leather armor that had been boiled and processed.

Unfortunately, his dedication was useless, and in the dark and irritable environment, when an even more violent storm hit, the Invincible Midwife shook violently, as if a huge sea monster was dragging the fragile ship in the storm below, and the ground shook and the mountains shook, and many Iron Folk soldiers on the deck screamed and were thrown into the sea.

The blonde boy who had just been saved by him was also in this ranks, and Lan Li watched the other party's desperate and helpless young face disappear from his sight, which made his heart feel as if he had been crushed by a big stone, and he was a little out of breath.

"Your dad is still waiting for you at home."

He couldn't help but think of it. It's a pity that Lan Li doesn't have time to pay attention to anything else in the future.

Under the lightning and thunder, a violently shaking kung fu, the thick mast that was already full of slippery feeling due to the heavy rain, finally broke free from his embrace!

The brown-haired young man fell into the sea.