Mourning horses, crying babies, and poorly dressed Dothraki gathered around to form an open-air camp.

The sun shrouded overhead, baking the barren red wasteland below, and the air seemed to be distorted as far as the eye could see.

The eyes of the people in the wasteland were glazed, and their chapped lips silently spoke of the predicament facing the camp at this moment, and at this moment, a wisp of fresh wind belonged to the gift of heaven.

However, the wind here is also hot.

"Your Majesty, Jogo is right, Doria is no longer good, and you should not waste any more precious water for her." The hoarse voice was rather muffled.

The speaker, a middle-aged man with a standing black bear tattooed on his chest, stood under a modest shed, rubbing his buttocks as he watched as the bald woman in front of him pointed a water bag at the mouth of an unconscious woman on her lap.

"I won't abandon her." The bald woman licked her dry lips and looked stubbornly at the maid on her knees, "The queen should not abandon any of her people. ”

Under the terror of the Red Desert, it was extremely rare to say such words, but the Giant Bear Knight still objected.

"But what you're doing at this point is just a waste of water."

"Maybe she'll come back to life?"

The knight was silent when he heard this, as if he could not bear to break this "childish" remark.

"Is there an end to this wasteland?" The knight didn't speak, and his queen couldn't help but ask.

Although she is called the queen, she looks like a girl, even a girl, and she can't see her height when she sits on the ground, but her slightly immature face and the various looks that flashed in her purple eyes make her whole person look so young.

In general, she was a very beautiful woman, but her shiny bald head and the empty eyebrows above her eyes made her look bare, which was quite strange.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The knight said with a tired face: "As long as we insist." ”

"Hold on to ......," the girl muttered and took a deep breath. But after seeing the knight turn his head and leave in silence, her courage that had been slightly mustered was also extinguished.

Isn't he actually sure?

Looking down at her weak maid again, stunned, the girl looked sad.

"The god of horses, the god of a thousand faces, the seven gods, and the ...... of Rahlo Whatever god is fine, please save poor Doria, she has already suffered, please stop torturing her......" Holding the maid's hot hand, the girl murmured in a low voice, her expression full of sadness.

As everyone said, the maid who had followed her from the very beginning had a severe fever and was no longer able to do so.

If it's any other problem, she can command her Karasa head-on, and although her Karasa is weak, they can fight any enemy they face.

But in the face of illness, she, the queen, has no choice.

is also like her husband who died not long ago......

Just as she was sad, a wisp of fresh breeze suddenly came, and the cool touch made her feel excited, and her irritable and dull emotions seemed to be quietly smoothed down a lot.

Unfortunately, the wind only lasted for a blink of an eye and then disappeared.

What followed was the sweltering heat of the Red Wasteland, accompanied by the scorching sun overhead, as if they would not give up until they were cooked.

The evocative coolness is finally gone, and facing the reality again, the girl sighs regretfully, but suddenly feels that something seems to be wrong next to her.

She hurriedly turned her head to look, only to find that there was a person standing in front of her!

A translucent, faint golden light all over his body, and a very inconspicuous "person" in the sun!

"You ......"

The bald girl couldn't help but open her mouth wide.

The shadow of this person was a bit strange, and she should have called for help immediately under normal circumstances, but for some reason, this "person" seemed to have a strong sense of holiness, enough to relax the mind, so that she just stared at the glowing translucent human body, and her expression was full of confusion.

However, the man did not pay attention to her when he arrived, but instead glanced at his surroundings and looked up at the sky.

Under the girl's strange and wary gaze, he was silent for a moment, then waved the scepter in his hand.

She thought it was some kind of aggression, so she opened her mouth to call for help, but as soon as the byte came out of her mouth, she swallowed it back again.

The scepter didn't strike her, but swayed over her head, sending out flickering white shards.

The white light touched her forehead, and a cool and soothing feeling followed, and the girl subconsciously widened her eyes, very surprised by this situation.

But in reality, the white light was not directed at her, but at the girl in her knees.

The halo sprinkled, and the tense cheeks of the maid, who was already weak, suddenly eased a lot, and the blood blisters on her lips and cheeks gradually dried up, the kind that was visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, the bald queen couldn't help but widen her eyes.

Who is he? Is it the gods of the heavens?

The gods heard my prayer?

This thought flashed through her mind, and the girl looked up at the glowing man, and couldn't wait to ask, "Excuse me, what should I do?" ”

The question was inexplicable, but she believed that if it was really the gods in the sky, they would know what she was asking.

Without replying, the hazy figure that glowed golden suddenly frowned after she finished saying this, and then saw him raise the scepter in his hand, and then gently slammed it on her forehead.

The phantom of the scepter touched, and a sudden coolness came from the brain, accompanied by a faint word.

"If you turn back, it's all over."

The words rang out from the bottom of my heart.

During this time, every time she couldn't hold on, this sentence would unconsciously appear in her mind, as if she was cheering herself up, as if someone was constantly encouraging her.

It's just that in the past, these words were just forced to puff herself up, but now, it made her think.

She didn't know if the voice was in her heart, or if the person in front of her had been watching her, but the words made her vaguely understand.

She wanted to ask, but not far away, there was a sudden childish roar-

It was nothing, but when the voice sounded, the hazy figure in front of him suddenly burned with golden flames, and its body began to dissipate from the bottom up, as if it was ready to leave.

Seeing this, she hurriedly stood up and shouted at it.

"My name is Daenerys, Daenerys. Bless me, Targaryens! ”

There was no response, the golden fire burned out, everything in front of him returned to its previous appearance, the scorching sun baking, and the air distorted.

It's as if what just happened never happened.

But the coolness that remained on her forehead still made her mind clear, and her originally confused thoughts quickly became clear, she bit her lip and turned her head to look at the group of subordinates who heard the sound and quickly arrived.

"That's right, if I turn back, it's all over!"

……

In the blink of an eye,

What was originally a barren red wasteland has become a relatively "narrow" bedroom in Winterfell.

Charles was lying on his bed half-leaning against the wall, the warmth of which was comforting.

It's just that he doesn't care about the situation around him at all now. Instead, think back to what you just encountered.

The red wasteland is endless, and there are believers in the Seven Gods, even if it is inhabited, it can't be seen.

It stands to reason that the Seven Divine Powers shouldn't have exerted much there, but under the prayer of that bald woman, they were able to burst out with such abundant power?

She's a very special person! To the world.

Charles was vaguely sure.

Otherwise, he can't explain why just ordinary chattering can make him hear the call and burst out with that kind of energy.

And, that voice ......

"That's no ordinary beast's voice." With such a thought flashing, Charles vaguely guessed a possibility.

"That girl is the Mother of Dragons? And that cry, is it a dragon? ”

He doesn't remember much about the plot, but the combination of a dragon and a woman is quite impressive.

Although the Mother of Dragons in his memory doesn't seem to be so young, there is a gap between the TV series and the real world, and the Cersei he saw at the beginning is not a middle-aged aunt.

"If it were a dragon, would it be the so-called world real?"

If so, how do you touch the so-called truth? Is it touching it with your hands? Or with spirituality? Or...... Killed? ”

Charles secretly speculated.

Although he felt that this call was a bit strange before he went, in fact, he was still in too much of a hurry, and he was a little caught off guard, and under the strange roar of the "beast", he couldn't stay for a moment longer.

This made him regret something.

"Anyway, we have to get in touch with the bald girl again." He was secretly sure of his thoughts.

The best way to get in touch was to go to her, but he wasn't sure where the red wasteland was.

Besides, dragons are important, but so do strange spirits, if he runs to find dragons now, wouldn't he be willing to seek the near and far?

Instead of running away from Westeros, he now has the entire North to back him up.

"So, bring her in?"

If memory is correct, the woman's ultimate goal seems to be to return to Westeros.

As I thought about it, my thoughts gradually became clear.

"But only if she prays like me again."

Charles didn't think anything could go wrong with that. Every believer who sees him can't help but pray a second time, after all, this is a "miracle", and the bald woman should not be surprised......

Anyway, why is it bald again?