Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Two of the four doors were already open, but this time Xu Ying learned from her previous experience.

This time, he didn't dare to look at it again, afraid of being drawn to it like the crown. Instead, he walked directly to the rightmost door, opened it, and went inside.

Chapter 825 The Last Door

Upon entering this door, Xu Ying encountered the third illusion. He arrived in a city pronounced 'Bravos', where he saw a silver-haired little girl living happily. A small, cramped courtyard was her entire world.

The silver-haired girl couldn't see him, and Xu Ying didn't disturb her. He found the next door, and then opened the rightmost door as usual, before entering the next illusion.

In the fourth vision, Xu Ying saw a towering, endless Great Wall, its height similar to the height of the fifth fortress he was stationed at. Snowflakes fell heavily from the sky, and both sides of the Great Wall were covered in a white world, with a biting wind howling in his ears.

Xu Ying saw a woman with long, silver-gold hair. She was wearing a thin black robe but did not feel cold. Her hair was so long that it reached the ground, like a silver river falling from the sky, reflecting a sinister light in the dim sunlight.

She stood there alone, her back to the envoy from the Golden Heavenly Dynasty, her feet planted on the Great Wall, gazing silently at the distant north. The snowflakes above her were large, and in the blink of an eye, they engulfed her in the wind and snow.

Because he could only see her back, Xu Ying couldn't see her face, and he instinctively sensed some danger, just like the crown he had tried to guide him to pick up in the illusion before last.

At that moment, a desolate and low roar suddenly came from above Xu Ying and the woman's heads. The sound pierced through the white snow and startled Xu Ying below. He quickly looked up and saw a huge, indistinct figure hovering above the snow and dark clouds.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Xu Ying felt a chill run down his spine. He suddenly remembered the monster relief he had seen on the wall of the palace in the previous illusion. Could this be the prototype of that monster?

Xu Ying then dared not linger there. He realized that although this was a world of illusion, dangers were still lurking everywhere. Just as the male wizard who had brought him in warned him, if he was not careful, he might never be able to get out.

The middle-aged man turned his head and saw a castle on the Great Wall not far away. He ran towards it, opened the rightmost door, went inside, and disappeared from the world.

Meanwhile, as Xu Ying ran over, opened the door, and disappeared, the silver-haired woman standing on the edge of the Great Wall, who looked as if she would fall off in a single step, also turned her head to look in the direction of that door.

She possessed an extremely beautiful face, with long, silver-gold hair that reached the ground, and a pair of pale purple eyes filled with indifference. Atop her head, amidst her hair, was a crown adorned with five dragons, whose necks were made of gold, whose wings were made of silver, and whose heads were made of agate, jade, and ivory respectively.

She narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked in the direction where Xu Ying had disappeared. At that moment, the giant dragon that had been coiled overhead swooped down from the sky and landed beside her, as quiet and obedient as a kitten.

Xu Ying disappeared on the Great Wall and then appeared in the fifth illusion.

The fifth illusion was that he witnessed a war breaking out on the beach. He didn't recognize either side in the battle, but the fighting was fierce and very lively.

The two commanders were two elderly men with white hair. They deployed their troops and made strategic plans, competing in tactics, but in the end they could not determine a winner. In fact, the two commanders even led their personal guards to the battlefield.

In the end, one of the veterans was no match for his opponent in a one-on-one duel. He was shot, fell from his horse, and was swallowed up by the rolling hooves of the battlefield, seemingly doomed. The defeated one fled in panic into the distance, while the victor pursued him relentlessly, refusing to let his opponent escape unscathed.

Xu Ying then opened the door again and entered the sixth illusion.

This time, he returned to the palace in the second illusion, but now there was no more fighting, only heavy snow, with a thin layer of snowflakes covering the golden floor tiles.

Returning to a familiar place didn't bring Xu Ying any joy; in fact, he felt a bit nervous upon entering, as he sensed a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

He arrived at what seemed to be nighttime. The cold moonlight silently shone on the snow-covered palace. As soon as Xu Ying entered, he turned around and looked at the wall behind him.

He wasn't a fool; after experiencing so many illusions, he vaguely guessed what the winged monster was.

Dragon.

If it were just a totem on the wall, there would be no reason for it to fly in the sky. After experiencing the fourth illusion and seeing the silver-haired woman and the monster flying in the sky, he guessed that the monster might be the legendary dragon.

Although the people of the Golden Heavenly Dynasty didn't care much about the outside world, Xu Ying had heard of the name of the dragon. In ancient times, even emperors had kept dragons.

Since this monster is a dragon, the palace with the dragon as its totem may be the work of the Valyrians, or even the royal palace of the Valyrian Empire. The silver-haired woman may be a member of the Valyrian royal family.

Since this was his destination, Xu Ying couldn't wait to turn around and look at the palace walls as soon as he entered the main hall. However, to his disappointment and confusion, there were no dragon reliefs on the walls.

"Could it be that they're not on the same timeline?"

The middle-aged man looked at the bare walls with slight disappointment, then turned around and walked towards the center of the hall. However, he had not taken more than a few steps when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, feeling an instant chill run from the top of his head to his heels.

Because now, under the cold moonlight, in the same great hall, on the iron throne at the very top of the steps, sits a man with silver-gold hair.

His hair was long and somewhat messy. He leaned against the armrest of the Iron Throne in the shadows, his head bowed so his face was obscured. He remained motionless, as if he were asleep or already dead.

Above his head hung a dead dragon's head, its scarlet eyes coldly staring at the uninvited guest who had inadvertently wandered in. It looked exactly like the dragon relief that had startled Xu Ying in the second illusion, and even the look in their eyes was identical.

"you..."

Xu Ying felt icy cold. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to the man sitting on the Iron Throne.

But in the end, he couldn't resist his inner fear. He remembered the wizard's words: don't do anything pointless, be careful with your words and actions. The scenes here are a mix of truth and falsehood; some are real, some are fake. Don't be fooled by them, and stick to your own principles.

Then Xu Ying gritted her teeth and, in front of the man sitting on the Iron Throne, ran towards the other door and opened the last door.

"The Seventh Door".

He remembered the wizard telling him that to see the immortals in the Temple of Immortality, some people only need to open one door, while others need to open many doors.

But there are only seven doors at most, and this should be the last one.

Chapter 826 No one survived.

As a scout captain guarding the borders of the Golden Heavenly Dynasty, Xu Ying killed countless foreign enemies throughout his life, especially the shrike people and monsters of the Gray Wasteland. Logically speaking, he should not have felt much fear.

However, the reality was that he was in an unknown environment, and the scene before him was beyond his comprehension. Xu Ying was now like a child trapped in a nightmare, constantly running and escaping.

The silver-haired man on the Iron Throne had his head down, making it impossible to see his face clearly. He didn't know if the other person was asleep or already dead. However, at this moment, the fear in his heart was pounding faster and faster, almost bursting out!

He gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, and ran in one breath to the opposite side of the hall. As he passed the man sitting in front of the Iron Throne, his fear reached its peak, goosebumps rose all over his body, and he couldn't wait to open the door and escape.

boom--

The door to the seventh room was opened, and Xu Ying's figure disappeared. The sixth illusion fell into silence.

The head of the dead dragon still hung in the upper left corner of the throne room, looking down. The cold moonlight shone on the ground, and the silver-haired man sitting on the Iron Throne remained motionless, seemingly unchanged since time immemorial.

Xu Ying escaped into the illusion on the next level. When he heard the door behind him slam shut, he felt completely exhausted and sat down heavily on the snow, panting heavily.

"That feeling of fear is definitely not normal!"

He was almost terrified, but it was rare for someone like him to be so frightened, especially since the other party was just a corpse. He had seen countless corpses before.

However, when he opened the seventh door, before it closed, the fear still lingered in his heart, as if a chain was on his neck and slowly tightening. If he stayed there any longer, he would probably stay there forever and never be able to leave.

Even after escaping to the seventh level of the illusion, he still couldn't shake it off. He could clearly feel the chain around his neck until the door of the seventh level of the illusion slammed shut, severing the connection between the two. Xu Ying only then fully recovered, and then sat on the ground, panting heavily as if he had lost half his life, unable to catch his breath for a long time.

"Where is this place?"

After sitting on the ground for a while to recover, Xu Ying finally remembered that she should observe her surroundings. The world of illusion was full of traps, some of which could not be touched, some of which could not be spoken to, and some of which could even kill a god if one was stunned for too long.

But as he sat on the ground and looked around, he realized that he was in the ruins of a city, surrounded by buildings destroyed by war, crumbling walls, billowing black smoke and embers.

The ground was littered with corpses, all dressed in various types of armor and wielding weapons of different quality. Even their appearances, skin colors, and hair colors differed, suggesting they did not come from the same region.

Where is this place?

"These people come from all over the country, why did they come here to fight a war?"

Xu Ying took off the sword from her waist, used the scabbard as a cane to support herself as she got up from the ground, and then cautiously looked around again, these questions rising in her mind.

It was clear that he had found himself on a desolate battlefield. This place may have once been a bustling city, but now it had been reduced to ashes by the destruction of war.

He didn't know where he was, let alone what kind of war it was. He looked around but didn't see a single survivor. The entire battlefield was silent, as if only the howling wind and the crackling of flames could be heard. Standing there, he felt as if he were standing at the center of the world.

"A war with no winners, where everyone died?"

"How is this possible?"

Xu Ying braced himself against the sword sheath; his legs were still a little weak.

He then struggled forward, his feet paved with corpses lying haphazardly, but he felt no fear, only deep confusion. It was precisely because of this that he felt the fear he had just experienced was unusual.

rustle...

Now, however, he is staggering forward, the sounds of wind, burning, and his own footsteps filling his ears. He hopes to find a survivor, ask him what happened here, or find the next door, open it, and leave.

Unfortunately, Xu Ying kept walking forward but never found the answer she was looking for, nor did she find the door.

Standing here now, all I can see is a hazy fog. The light overhead is thin, like the rising sun that hasn't fully emerged from the clouds yet. There isn't a single intact building around; it's all just ruins. Where am I supposed to find the rightmost door?

Therefore, Xu Ying could only support herself with the sword sheath and keep walking forward. However, Xu Ying did not know how long she walked in the seventh illusion, and then suddenly stopped again without any warning.

Having emerged from the ruins of the city, the world before him suddenly opened up, and he realized that this was the real battlefield for these people. The corpses here were densely packed in every corner within Xu Ying's sight, and even Xu Ying, who had seen many large-scale scenes, felt his scalp tingle.

He had never seen a battlefield of this magnitude before.

But he was looking for the door, so even though the densely packed corpses covering the ground made his scalp tingle, he still mustered his courage and walked forward once again.

He walked away for an unknown amount of time, his field of vision still filled with corpses without ceasing, until a colossal creature appeared before him...

"This is?"

Xu Ying was struck dumb by what he saw, for he saw a huge black dragon corpse lying quietly on the ground like a mountain, its blood staining the entire land, even the ground beneath his feet.

"Dragons can die?"

What kind of war is this?

As a seasoned soldier, he couldn't imagine how brutal the battlefield must be, where even terrifying creatures like dragons could perish. He didn't even know what methods he could use to kill a dragon.

However, after recovering from her shock, Xu Ying noticed that beside the enormous dragon's corpse, there was a faintly visible figure kneeling on the ground, its fate unclear, and beside it was a dragon spear that slightly reflected a cold light.

Chapter 827 The Collapse of the Temple of Immortality

"Who is he?"

Is he still alive?

"Is he the only survivor of this great battle?"

Upon seeing that figure faintly visible in the morning mist in the distance, Xu Ying felt a surge of tension once again.

However, there are no clues about the door around now. The dragon's corpse and the figure kneeling on the ground are the only unusual things in this place besides the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Therefore, even though Xu Ying felt uneasy, she still gritted her teeth and walked over there, holding the scabbard with one hand and gripping the hilt with the other, ready to draw the sword at any time should she encounter any unexpected situation.

Xu Ying was a little nervous, his heart was racing. He took a few steps forward with his hand on the sword hilt, but before he could get close, the figure kneeling on the ground in the distance suddenly made a move first!

click -

He braced himself against the ground with one hand, then shakily stood up. His armor was stained with blood, tattered, and a piece had even fallen to the ground with a thud, indicating that he had been through a battle that was hard for ordinary people to imagine.

"He's still alive!"

"Who is he?"

Meanwhile, Xu Ying saw the other person suddenly stand up unsteadily, and immediately felt her heart pounding even harder, and even felt a little dry-mouthed.