In the humid Liaoyuan, the copper grass is luxuriant. Under the blow of the high wind, it is as turbulent and majestic as the roaring waves of the angry sea, rushing towards the end of the horizon!

Several men with almond-shaped eyes wearing painted leather vests, swinging sharp blades that were half swords and half scythes with playful expressions on their faces, rode tall horses to block the grass waves in a small area, surrounded a lone white-haired male lion, and surrounded it.

Making a frivolous "wow" sound like a wolf's howl declares one's strength.

Their strong bodies are like bronze casts, their long, low-hanging beards are interlocked with silver rings, and their black hair is braided. They exude an aura of fearlessness and savagery.

"Roar!"

The violent king of beasts roared and struggled to break through, but was repeatedly forced away by strong men with superb equestrian skills and dexterous postures wielding strange-shaped scimitars. With nowhere to escape, and having failed in its attempt to succeed, it had no choice but to accept these barbarians.

A battle between trapped beasts was arranged.

The target of its anger was just a child of about ten years old who was forcibly thrown from a horse into the encirclement. He had a short braid with a bell tied at the end, and held a machete with trembling hands.

Facing the grinning white lion that was advancing step by step, the child could not stand the suffocating pressure of the beast king. He backed away and screamed in panic: "No, no, father, I can't do it, I can't do it!"

When he retreated to the horse of a burly man with the longest braid and beard among the people, smeared with claw-shaped colored mud, and possessing the temperament of a leader, an angry shout that hated iron but not steel suddenly filled his ears: "Drogo, you

You are the son of Barbo. Once you hold the arakh in your hand, you should move forward without hesitation. Cowardice should not appear in you. If you want to become the strongest Khal in the Dothraki grass sea, you must bear its weight and become

A leader who never fails! Khalasar does not tolerate cowards. Do you want to die by my sword or a lion's mouth!?"

After hearing this, the child named Drogo turned to look at his indifferent father. His small body gradually stopped trembling, and a look of determination appeared. He realized that he had no one to rely on, and the only way to survive was to fight the beasts!

Barbo was unaware of the change in his son's mentality, so he fulfilled his wish in time. He grabbed the reins, and his strong body suddenly swung to the right and left the saddle, sticking close to the right side of the horse, using his right foot on the stirrup as a support.

The most supporting point of the body's weight, and then hit the son's back hard with the silver-handled whip held in his right hand!

Drogo was pushed by the violent force of pain, staggering uncontrollably towards the ferocious beast.

The white lion was originally fearful of the deadly dominance that Barbo showed when he stopped it, so it could only stop and start to move. But at this time, Drogo, who was no deterrent to it, left the protective umbrella, and its bloodthirsty desire could be completely released.

The two sides were not far apart. The lion spread its four powerful legs and ran for a while. Then it jumped up with its big mouth open, trying to pin the weak human under him, bite his neck off, and end his life!

At this moment, Barbo quickly took off the huge double-arc bone bow on his back, took out an arrow from the quiver with a face carved with blood and a gray-white bone-like arrow on the string, and aimed at the beast's eyebrows.

Vital points.

Although he was harsh and cruel to his son, Drogo was still his son.

But Drogo, who was overthrown and fell to the ground, didn't know it. He only felt angina, thinking that it was his father's method to prevent him from retreating again.

The greater threat was the mad lion, and there was no need to think about it. Drogo quickly turned his head and stood up to prepare for the battle.

The sound of the strong wind and the encouragement of the tribesmen fell into deaf ears. He only heard the thumping sound of his heart pumping hot blood!

The ferocious lion's mouth quickly enlarged in the pupils, and the wet and hot smell it sprayed had already washed away his face. At this moment of life and death, Drogo had no time to be afraid.

Just as his father had demonstrated to him several times the lion-slaying sword technique based on domination and hegemony, Drogo mobilized all his strength to gather it in his arms, raised the scimitar, which was very heavy for him, high and aimed at the target.

The lion's neck drew a silver arc from right to left and from top to bottom.

When he was knocked down by the lion and the scimitar he took off his hand was inserted heavily into the thick black soil, "Zizzizi!" A red pillar shot out and sprayed him in the face!

Although the dying white lion put its sharp teeth on Drogo's neck, its bite force was almost useless and it did little damage to him, only a few blood marks were rubbed out.

Before the lion could die, Drogo, who had been baptized with the blood of the beast king and whose fighting spirit had been sublimated, pushed the lion away vigorously and stood up. He raised his chin and looked at his father proudly, with a sudden hint of provocation.

When their eyes met, Barbo showed a happy smile, and slowly relaxed the tight bowstring. Drogo's invisible heartstrings also relaxed.

He hated his father's ruthlessness, but Dothraki people's nature was like this. "Huh!" Drogo snorted angrily, pulled out his scimitar, and continued to complete the coming of age ceremony that was forced to be held in advance.

When he puts the terrifying lion skin on his body, it indicates that he has reached adulthood at the age of ten. This is his first adult gift.

The lion's head just forms a hood, covering the short braids that highlight his weakness, and the lion's skin becomes a natural cloak. The heels hang from his shoulders, making him look majestic!

The pleasure of killing a lion with one knife gave rise to a surge of domineering power from the bottom of Drogo's heart. He opened his arms and raised his head to the sky, ready to welcome his moment of glory.

At this moment, he was shocked to see a red comet slowly rowing in the low eastern sky. It was the red of blood, the red of fire, and it also trailed a long flame like a dragon's tail!

Just when he was about to share this strange celestial phenomenon with his tribe, something extremely horrifying happened to him!

My father, clan members, and the horses they had so praised were suddenly enveloped in blazing flames, like night messengers from hell!!

This sudden turn of events caused Drogo to stand on the spot, a little at a loss.

But this was just a prelude. Soon the copper grass couldn't bear the high temperature and burned, spreading outwards and quickly developing into a prairie fire. The wet sea of ​​grass gradually dried up, leaving only black embers!

The water vapor melted into the thick smoke was transformed by the strong wind, suddenly forming a dragon-shaped storm, which absorbed debris and continued to grow, brewing the power of thunder and lightning, until it was so violent that it could blow down a mountain range like a dead leaf.

Annihilation!!!

Seeing that the huge storm was about to sweep in, and this crisis was beyond human power, Drogo aroused a stronger desire to survive than before.

He wanted to escape, but he was surrounded by ruthless flames from all directions, and his way out was cut off!

Just when he was anxious and hesitant, his father, who was burned beyond recognition by the flames, spoke up.

Drogo only heard the first few sentences of what he said: "When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, when the sea water dries up and the mountains blow down with the wind like dead leaves, when the nurturing baby moves again, the king will

Wake up General Kui!"

What did you say next?

Drogo didn't hear it clearly, and could only vaguely make out a few words: "child, dragon, devil, heart tree, lake."

Barbo closed his mouth, which was no longer covered by flesh, except for his snow-white teeth, and showed a warm and fuzzy "serious" smile to his son. He threw his silver-handled whip, bone bow and arrows at his son, and then drove

The flaming horse soared into the sky, shining like the sun, and finally landed in the farther east!

Drogo subconsciously caught the bow and arrow, picked up the riding whip, and without any time to feel sad, ran as fast as he could towards the path of survival that his father had made for him.

Just as he passed through the wall of fire, he inexplicably missed the mark and seemed to fall into the abyss!

...

"Bang bang bang! Yeah! It hurts!"

Qin Lang's heart was beating wildly, and he woke up from his dream with a cry of pain. He found that his back was deeply embedded in the red sand. What entered his nostrils was the strong smell of sesame oil and smoke. There was a fire-colored comet sweeping the night sky.

There are still raging flames in all directions!

What made him even more horrified was that what was lingering in his ears was not only the crackling sound of firewood, but also the wailing female voice coming from nearby, which was high-pitched and extremely shrill!

It was so strange that Qin Lang struggled to stand up, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't muster any strength at all, and his body felt as if it was falling apart.

At this time, it was the limit that I could move my head slightly to look around and find the source of the mournful sound.

He didn't see anyone. He only saw a high platform about two meters to the right made of shrubs, tree trunks, branches and other flammable materials. The rest of the distance was also caused by flames caused by these flammable materials.

lock up.

Based on his own situation and the depth of being embedded in the sand, Qin Lang realized that he had definitely fallen from a high platform, and the smell of sesame oil came from himself and the burning object.

What only made him more horrified was that his frail body, which had been tortured by stubborn diseases, turned into a man as tall as a bodybuilder!

Moreover, there is a gray and red scar on the chest that is very hideous and can be seen with a squinting eye!

Qin Lang was stunned, his head was buzzing.

I am suffering from an incurable disease called spinocerebellar degeneration, and my body functions have deteriorated to the point where I can hardly take care of myself. Besides letting me stay in the hospital bed with my mobile phone, where else can my family and doctors do it?

Recently, I have become obsessed with the popular TV series Game of Thrones, adapted from the epic fantasy novel A Song of Ice and Fire. I think about it day by day and dream about it every night. I fall asleep unknowingly and have dreams that deviate from the plot and seem to be real.

That’s all, why are you here in this scene that is seriously out of touch with modern civilization!?

He even changed his appearance!?

The outfit is almost the same as the Dothraki in the dream!

In the dream, I was like the young Drogo, and even his mental activities were vivid, as if he had experienced it himself!

And as soon as I stepped into the air, I really fell down. It felt very inconsistent, but it kind of fit in!

But Qin Lang doesn't think he is still in dreamland now, because this is so maddening, and the extremely real burning pain on his skin caused by the heat, how can dreams give him?

If there is a cry, it means there is someone. He wants to call for help, but his throat is dry and stinging, and he can't make a sound at all.

Lying in such a high-temperature cage, not even a drop of sweat was produced. You can imagine how dehydrated this strange body is!

The red sand is soft and a deep pit can be dug to avoid high temperature and burn the body, making it impossible to move with hands.

Ren Qinlang racked his brains, but still had no choice but to lie down and wait for death, hoping for a miracle to happen.

At the fundraising site, an anxious man roared from outside the fire wall: "Your Majesty, the deceased has passed away, why are you so stupid? Come back here, you stinky woman! Come back here!"

The almost cursed shouts and the words spoken by the barbarians in the dream were in two different languages. They were different from the earth languages ​​Qin Lang knew, but he could understand them as if they were his mother tongue.

Where there are living people there is life, but he was speechless and could only regret missing it.

However, Qin Lang soon raised his hopes again. In his eyes appeared a stunning woman with a petite figure, a delicate Western face, a pair of big eyes like violets, and skin as white as snow.

I saw that incredibly beautiful woman walking through the wall of flames like a phoenix bathing in fire, holding three oval stones of strange colors in her arms. With her appearance, a strong wind suddenly rose, and the fire grew stronger and stronger.

It’s getting more prosperous!

She was as open as a primitive, for her clothes and silver-gold hair were almost consumed by the flames.

Qin Lang was so shocked that his heart almost raised to his throat: "This is definitely not a filming scene. After all, which actor dares to risk his life like this!"

As he watched, Qin Lang discovered something magical. Except for her hair, other parts of the woman were invulnerable to fire!

But he had no time to think deeply. He only opened his eyes wide, his face full of expectation, and his mouth opened wide, letting out a silent cry from life.
To be continued...