Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The residence of His Majesty the Supreme Emperor of the Empire must be impregnable.

However, Viserys had no time to go to the throne room to comfort the frightened and terrified nobles, so he summoned all the senior members of the Royal Council to his bedroom.

The Prime Minister, Mess Toyn, who was seriously ill, and Velas Tyrell, who had not yet taken over as acting Chancellor of the Exchequer, also came.

As the sun gradually disappeared, Velas was still frantically searching for his sister.

Because King's Landing was in turmoil, he feared his sister was in danger, but to his surprise, the agents of the Interior Ministry escorted Margaery Tyrell back.

However, as Velas stood there, he had no idea that his sister had just engaged in a fierce battle with His Majesty the Emperor on the bed next to them.

Velas's former superior, Illyrio Mopatis, did not come here, as the governor of Andalus had unfortunately left by ship the day before.

It may now be drifting on a dark, moonless sea.

Can this be confirmed?

His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire was wearing pajamas and a coat, his face solemn.

"There is no concrete evidence, Your Majesty."

Meanwhile, Dr. Marvin, the Grand Secretary of the court, sat on His Majesty the Emperor's chair, looking haggard.

He kept flipping through the books, then shook his head and said.

Chapter 775 The Story of the Long Night

All eyes were on Dr. Marwin, as he was the most learned person present.

"Since the oath...that is, several thousand years after the end of the war between the First Men and the Children of the Forest..."

"A winter that lasted a generation descended upon the entire world."

"The cold world is dark and bleak. People grow up in the cold winter and die in the cold winter. They never see the arrival of spring in their lives."

"Even the king in the castle and the lowest servant were not spared; they all froze to death during the long winter."

“Mothers kill their children so that they will not be born to suffer, and they cry out loud, but their tears freeze on their cheeks.”

Dr. Marwin's voice was deep, and his hand holding the thick book trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

These are stories passed down orally by the First Men through symbols and ancient families. The old woman of Winterfell once told the Stark children the same stories.

However, human history as we know it today was written after the Andals arrived in Westeros.

Therefore, much of the history about the Dawn Era, the Heroic Era, and the 'Long Night' was added by maesters thousands of years later. Some doctors and maesters in the Citadel simply did not believe that such things as the Long Night existed.

They found the story of the Long Night too absurd; how could there possibly be a night that lasted for decades?

This is completely contrary to the laws of astrology.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, an eternal cycle.

If there really was a night that lasted for decades, was it because the sun was hiding in the sea and refused to come out? Or was it blocked by something?

In the understanding of most scholars in this world, the world is still considered to be a flat plane.

Even Dr. Furmas, a historian in the Citadel, speculated in his book "The Lies of the Ancients" that the so-called White Walkers were actually just a tribe of early people, the ancestors of today's wildlings, and the Long Night was just an extremely long winter.

When this harsh winter arrived, they were forced to migrate south, triggering a series of wars. He believed that the brutality of these "White Walkers" was a fabrication by the Stark family and the Night's Watch, who were simply trying to exaggerate their historical identity, claiming to be the saviors of mankind, and concealing that they benefited from this territorial struggle.

Unfortunately, Dr. Formas did not live to see this day, otherwise he would have been proven wrong. He would not only have seen the White Walkers, but also witnessed the coming of the Long Night.

Inside the Emperor's bedroom in the Red Keep's Maeger Tower, everyone present fell silent upon hearing Grand Maester Dr. Marwin's words.

A winter that lasts a generation?

Are you kidding me?

Everyone felt a chill from head to toe.

However, a winter that lasts for a generation is not the most terrifying thing; the most terrifying thing is a darkness that lasts for a generation.

If it were just the cold, humans with a tenacious will to survive might be able to grit their teeth and hold on, or at worst, they could run south to the Summer Islands.

And what did people eat during that dark time that lasted for a generation?

I'm afraid countless people will starve to death.

"I said, everyone..."

"We shouldn't be standing here doing nothing."

At this moment, Tyrion Lannister, the Emperor's advisor, was the first to react.

His small body was the least noticeable among the crowd; you couldn't even find him standing next to the table.

"What...should we do?"

However, Tyrion was indeed the first among the Lord Chancellors present to regain his senses and then asked a very constructive question.

What should we do?

"If the long night has truly come, we must have something to do."

"For this country, for the people of this country, and also for our own lives."

Tyrion looked at the crowd, his gaze sweeping over their faces, then shrugged and tried to crack a joke.

He tried to liven up the atmosphere, but failed because his own voice sounded somewhat dry.

For example…

“We can build some underground fortresses that can keep us warm, fill them with enough food to last for many years, and then hide ourselves inside.”

"As for the people on the ground, they're probably on their own."

Now that they know that the long night is coming, and that this long night may last for decades, they cannot afford to waste even a little bit of food.

Because even the smallest act of kindness could cause you to collapse at the last moment before dawn.

Moreover, since it is a long night, giving them a little food is not enough for ordinary people to survive the cold winter.

"And for another example, was it only Westeros that lost the sun?"

Is there sunshine elsewhere?

Tyrion spoke again, this time turning his gaze to Grand Maester Dr. Marwyn and Lawyer Oberyn.

“If there is still sunshine elsewhere, we can lead our army to conquer that land, then relocate our people there and help them survive this disaster.”

Tyrion raised his fist high, then clenched it tightly, seemingly as a symbol of power.

He had his reasons for asking these two men: one was a learned scholar who should know more about the Long Night, and the other was a seasoned general.

If there were any other places in the world where the sun still shone, he believed His Majesty the Emperor would conquer them at any cost and seize that territory.

Unfortunately, when his expectant gaze fell upon Prince Dorne, the prince shook his head slightly.

I don't know if there's sunshine in other parts of the world right now.

"But if it truly is a long night..."

Oberyn's voice was somewhat cold, and he took a deep breath.

According to the legends of the Loyna people, the Loyna River, their mother river, will disappear during the long night.

Oberon's words extinguished the hope that had just been ignited in everyone's hearts, because the legend of the Long Night proved that they had also appeared on the continent of Essos at that time.

"Yes."

“About eight thousand years ago, the long night descended simultaneously on all parts of the world.”

Dr. Marvin, who was frantically flipping through books, spoke wearily.

He was reading through the histories of the Dawn Era and the Age of Heroes. Fortunately, the Red Keep, as the imperial palace of the empire, had a sufficient collection of books, and records of the Long Night appeared in the histories of the Age of Heroes.

“The same story has occurred in the Yi lands east of the Bone Mountains.”

"The sun has disappeared, and darkness forever shrouds the earth."

"The Yi people believe that the Long Night was caused by the Bloodstone Emperor's 'blood chaos,' in which he killed his sister, the Amethyst Empress, and usurped the throne of the Dawn Kingdom."

"The Bloodstone King betrayed the true god, the Daughter of Light, and the Night Lion, and instead worshipped a mysterious black stone that fell from the sky. Therefore, the Night Lion brought down the long night to punish humanity."

"However, another book called 'Overview of Yuhai' records a different legend about the Yi region."

"It is said that the sun hid itself because it was ashamed of something that no one knew, and the last woman with a monkey's tail reversed the disaster."

"The story of the Long Night happened simultaneously in every corner of the world, and our ancestors had nowhere to hide but to deal with it themselves."

Dr. Marwin closed the book, sighed, and began to speak.

"This is a crisis for all of humanity."

Chapter 776 Iban

"What bad luck, why did I have to see you today?"

"It felt like stepping in dog poop."

In the brightly lit tavern, a man wearing a boiled leather armor inlaid with iron plates and a double-edged sword beside him spoke in a rough voice.

He was holding a leg of lamb in his hand, then opened his mouth wide, revealing a row of crooked, square teeth, tore off a piece of meat, and chewed it forcefully.

On the other side, an Iban raider, equally burly and short, holding an axe in one hand and a long-haired round shield in the other, sat down directly next to him and retorted without any politeness.

"Fuck you!"

"Goron".

"I must have stepped in dog poop to see you."

This is Iban, an island nation located north of the continent of Essos, in the polar sea.

The largest island in Iban is Iban Island, an island covered with forests and mountains. Its largest cities are the capital port of Iban and Iban Nova.

Whale Bay in the south of Iban Island is dotted with many small islands, and to the southeast of Iban Island is a medium-sized mountain island called Far Iban Island, on which the city of Iban-sa is built.

The Iban are tall, short, and hairy, and both men and women have unusually broad chest muscles and shoulders, as if they were not fully evolved.

Furthermore, the Iban people also have very obvious 'reproductive isolation' from other races in this world.

If a Westeros or someone from another continent impregnates an Iban woman, the result will inevitably be a deformed or stillborn child.