Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 1110 Geralt of Rivia

Twenty years after the sun came out, the world of A Song of Ice and Fire shook violently, like a meteor that escaped from its fixed orbit and crashed into the dimension Dani named "the bottom universe".

"Boom boom boom boom—" On that day, countless undead and demons heard four crackling sounds from the dark red sky full of sulfur smell in the entire Seventh Hell.

"Hissing—" the giant dragon roared with all its strength, but the sound gradually faded away.

The four giant dragons all stayed in the four-polar universe, and did not fall into the lower universe following the world of A Song of Ice and Fire.

They are also the hope for future world upgrades.

After entering the underlying universe, Dani's connection with Xiaowu strengthened, only to find out that Laura, the elf girl with whom she had a good talk, had passed away.

In the next 80 years, the world of A Song of Ice and Fire is like Halley's Comet flying from afar, seemingly slowly but very quickly approaching the "world of the witcher".

Contrary to Dani's expectations, the area of ​​the Witcher world is larger than she imagined, it is like a Gundam piled up with countless abandoned cars.

In the past tens of thousands of years, I don't know how many worlds collided with it, and then it seemed like mouthfuls of thick phlegm fell on moldy sesame seeds.

The volume of the biscuits is actually expanding.

Dany was sure that the world of A Song of Ice and Fire would be a bullet, not a sticky phlegm.

But she was also worried that the bullet would not be able to penetrate the biscuits, or that the bullet would shatter the bones and deform the bullet when it hit a human bone.

So, as Aunt May said, she began to correct the collision angle.

Dany even split an idea and mentally projected into the world of the witcher.

Well, she's already been to Witcher World more than 50 years ago.

However, she did not reach the material world, but wandered around the "star world" of the witcher world.

Two purposes: examine the force value of the witcher world and determine the best collision point.

The power in the world of the demon hunter belongs to the martial arts in the middle of the devil, and the quantity and quality of ordinary extraordinary people far exceed the world of A Song of Ice and Fire.

There are also gods in this world, and Dani even found some half-step true gods lying dead—similar to Dani and Sheep Egg, who comprehended the complete song of law, but because the world fell, they could not reach the "three-story" true god position grid.

If the big boss is not hidden, all the gods together will not be her opponent.

Not to mention her at this time, even R'hllor, who was 20 years before Long Night, can be the boss in this world.

Well, R'hllor was also the boss in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire at that time.

Determine the best collision point, reduce casualties, and minimize the loss of both worlds.

The collision location chosen by Dany is in the north of the Dragon Mountain Range.

Two years ago, the two worlds had point-to-point contact, like two balls touching each other.

In the next few years, the two balls will squeeze each other hard, and the contact area will gradually increase.When a tipping point is reached, a real catastrophe occurs.

The process of star convergence will last for more than ten years, even decades.

Dani predicted the time and place of the collision in advance, and the demon hunter, a world besieged by magic and martial arts, also foresaw the coming of the astral confluence a hundred years ago.

As the magicians observed and mapped the astrology, they also calculated the location and time of the collision long ago.

Just two years ago, both worlds trembled slightly. The mercenaries, investigation groups, warlocks, demon hunters, wandering elves, etc. who had been waiting in the Dragon Mountain Range all rushed into the world of A Song of Ice and Fire. Arctic Circle.

At that time, Asha had not yet been resurrected.

Two years ago, the wasteland was 500 kilometers away from the northern frontier of Kovir.

The undulating hills are like yellow waves, and the withered yellow weeds to the crus have been trampled into the mud by thousands of tourists, and the mushroom-like tents spread for several kilometers.

The fire, the barbecue, the spirits, the noise, the smell of sweat from the leather, the horse manure and the piss. Combined into a complete mercenary camping picture.

"Boom——" A series of thunder blasts suddenly sounded from the north, and then, a dark ice fog came from the north, gradually covering the afterglow of the sun, accompanied by a dense cold wave.

"Ah, the ground is frosty!" Someone yelled.

Geralt frowned and looked around. The ground was full of weeds, and a layer of gauze-like white crystals had solidified on the surface.

"It's a cold world," he said.

The black-haired female sorceress shook her head and said, "That is a world full of light and flames."

"I only see Hoarfrost," Geralt said.

"Stars meet, two stars meet each other, and the landing point of another world appears!" Someone shouted, and then countless people rushed towards the direction where the ice came.

"Pack up your luggage and prepare to enter the new world," said the black-haired female sorceress.

Wangshan raced to death, and thousands of explorers walked a full [-] kilometers north before they came to a world covered with ice and snow.

"Let's go back, this place is full of ice and snow, there is no gold or precious stones." The witcher is not afraid of the cold, but Geralt has a very ominous premonition.

"Do you think that I, like those adventurers, came to the New World to find wealth?" The black-haired sorceress sneered.

"Ah, there is a stone tablet here. It is in the ancient Elvish language. Lady Yennefer, can you translate it for us?" the bearded mercenary captain beckoned.

When the black-haired female sorceress walked over, the two-meter-high stone tablet was already surrounded by explorers, and she even found seven or eight colleagues from the sorcerer council.

"Visitors from another world, the frontier is the territory of the Arctic Kingdom, please don't go any further. Half a year later, when the cracks in the world caused by the collision have healed, we will arrange for officers and soldiers from the Immigration Bureau to review the qualifications of the visitors." The Warlock read it aloud.

"It's a standard Elvish language. Could it be that there are elves living in another world?" Yennefer wondered.

"Earl Anton, do we want to move on?" The mercenary captain looked at the armored knights in the team.

The middle-aged knight is from the Kingdom of Aden, a noble earl, and the hirer of the 20-member mercenary team.

"We need first-hand information about the other world for the kingdom. If the countries close to the Dragon Mountains absorb huge wealth and resources from the New World, Aden, located in the middle of the north, will be very passive."

Although Earl Anton said this, he still turned his questioning gaze to Yennefer.

She was once the "Great Wizard of the Nation" in Aedirn.

Yennefer stretched out her right hand, palm flat.

"Buzzing buzzing—" The space above the palm was like a pot of transparent boiling water, rippling and rippling.

"The laws of the new world are different from ours, but my witchcraft has not failed."

Yennefer has a quarter of elven blood. Although she is infinitely far away from the ancient blood that opened the world gate, she has also awakened the talent to open the space gate.

"Also, the ice and snow here are not magic, but seasonal natural snowfall. As long as we are prepared for the cold, it will not affect us much."

"We will retreat in case of danger." Earl Anton made a decision.

There are many people who think like him.

In other words, the vast majority of people turned a deaf ear to the stele's warning.

They wouldn't be explorers if they were afraid of danger.

In the next half month, more than 2 people entered the northern snowfield one after another.

Different from the cautiousness of the residents of the world of Ice and Fire, this world and the races of this world have experienced too many star fusions. They have long been used to exploring new worlds, or migrating to new worlds to settle.

Uh, that's right, although we don't know the specific situation of the new world yet, many races have already decided to leave the world of the witcher.

Just 500 years ago, the masters of this world were elves.

Beginning 700 years ago, human beings migrated from across the sea and engaged in a hundreds-of-year race battle with elves.

In the end, humans with stronger reproductive ability won.

The civilizations of humanoid races such as elves, halflings, goblins, and dwarves have been destroyed by humans, and the remaining ethnic minorities are refugees or low-level citizens in human society.

They will happily travel to a new world to start a new life.

After entering the snowfield, the southern sky was obviously brighter, and the shadow of the sun could still be seen vaguely, so everyone moved in one direction.

But within half a day, Geralt discovered a very scary thing: as long as the people around him were out of sight, they would never see them again.

At first, when he told Yennefer about this discovery, the sorceress snorted: "I can use the honor of being a member of the Warlock Supreme Council to guarantee that within a few kilometers, there is no trace of witchcraft.

To put it more directly, there have never been Force fluctuations nearby. "

Half an hour later, she lost track of Geralt.

When night came, they pitched tents on the snowy field, and the count arranged for Geralt to go nearby to find out if there were any beasts threatening them.

Geralt never came back.

Seven or eight people left one after another, like a meat bun beating a dog, never returning.

At that moment, extreme fear seized the heart of the Vengerberg sorceress.

——Meet a super expert.

Fortunately, the next day, they encountered the natives of this world.
Like Yennefer, the "lost" witcher also found a warm and wealthy town that night.

There are more than 100 households in the town. Small buildings with two or three floors are built on both sides of the cross street, and a small castle with walls is in the center.

The houses here are very distinctive, whether it is a wooden house or a masonry house, half of them are buried in the soil and half of them are exposed outside.

It was late, and there was no one on the gravel road. Warm lights came from the windows a few feet above the ground. In the shadows, people's voices could be heard, and people's shadows could be seen as they walked.

Geralt knew the way, and easily found the tavern with the loudest voices.

The taverns in every world seem to be the same, the same dirty, noisy, dark, full of sweat and the stench of rotten feet.

Of course, there is also the sweetness of ale, the burnt aroma of barbecue, and the flesh and skin of poor-quality fat.

"Traveler, this is Lanruo Town. Where are you from? Look at your outfit, it's very strange."

The fat bartender behind the counter spoke an unfamiliar language that Geralt couldn't understand.

But he wasn't worried either.

Stepping forward, he put his hand on the right arm of the opponent who was wiping the horn cup.

"Hi, I'm from another world, a witcher, Geralt of Rivia."

Mental fluctuations reach the sea of ​​consciousness.

The fat red-haired bartender was stunned for a moment, then glanced strangely at the big sword behind the demon hunter, "Are you a respected mage?"

Geralt still couldn't understand his words, but he got accurate information feedback from the other party's Sea of ​​Consciousness.

"A witcher who knows a little bit of magic."

Geralt explained the astral conjunction and his own situation in a simple and clear manner.

"It turned out to be a guest from another world." The bartender was shocked. "I have to report to the mayor immediately. Too many explorers from other worlds are pouring in, and our treasury will be in danger."

"The vault?" Geralt frowned. "We're not robbers, and we won't rob your town."

"But this is Lanruo Town, half a mile away there is an open-pit gold mine on the beach, the treasury has accumulated too much gold, the money is touching!" the bartender said nervously.

"That..." Geralt sighed helplessly, "Your worry is not unreasonable, go and inform the mayor!"

"Geralt, you are a good ranger. I, Tormund the Giant Buster, have made you my friend!" The fat bartender patted the silver-haired witcher on the shoulder and laughed.

At this moment, Geralt actually felt an arrogance in him that shouldn't belong to the bartender.

(End of this chapter)