Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The newcomer looked puzzled upon hearing Viserys's words, but quickly understood and looked the other person up and down in surprise.

He had already realized before he walked over that these people were probably not from around here, because their clothes were so luxurious that theirs looked like monkeys in comparison.

However, the chief was relieved to hear their origins; the people on the other side of the sea were guests, and at least not spies from the Bolton tribe.

Chapter 1138 Ten Thousand Years

At that moment, the leader, with his dark brown hair, gray eyes, and strong physique, also looked down and noticed the wolf corpse that had just been killed by the gods, his eyes revealing surprise and doubt.

The sheer power with which these men broke the wolf's neck and smashed its head with their bare fists was astonishing.

The tribal chief, who discovered this, did not hide his findings. He was a simple and honest man, and praised the men's bravery in pure ancient language, calling them "the strongest warriors." He then invited them to visit his tribe.

Viserys did not refuse and readily accepted the invitation.

Although they are now gods in the heavens, they have lost their divine power and only possess brute strength, so they are still in danger in this world.

Even without the other party's invitation, he wanted to chat with them a bit more, to learn about the current era, to find a way to break through the old god's timeline, and to return to his original timeline.

"So, it's still the same question from not long ago."

"Kramdi, do you want to leave with us? Or would you like to wander around this space-time by yourself?"

Viserys asked Kramdi.

"Then... what other options are there?"

Kramdi, seemingly oblivious to the expressions on Heros and Diana's faces, could only shrug and speak.

He was indeed curious about the completely unfamiliar human world, but without his power, even gods would be in danger.

Moreover, the most important thing right now is that they have all been exiled to this time and space by the Old Gods, and they must find their way back.

Otherwise, they will be trapped here forever, or even destroyed along with the entire world.

It's certainly a good thing that Kramdi is willing to join the team in searching for the 'way home'.

After all, one more person means one more force, and Kramdi's unpredictable abilities might provide unexpected help.

However, Diana and her brother Holos were slightly dissatisfied with this, as they still harbored resentment towards this guy of unknown origin.

The group embarked on their journey back to the tribe, and Viserys took the time to chat with the burly, dark-haired chief of the First Men.

What is the name of your tribe?

"The name of the tribe?"

“Stark, we’re all called Stark.”

...

Then, a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Viserys and the other gods were invited and have been living with the Stark tribe for about a month.

They also learned that they lived in an era that seemed to be about 10,000 years ago.

By this time, the Dawn Era had passed, and humans and the children of the forest signed an oath on Thousand Faces Isle in Lake of the Eye.

Based on their activities and understanding of the Stark tribe during this period, the Long Night had not yet fallen, the Wall had not yet been built, and the story of the Age of Heroes had not yet begun.

They are currently in the late Dawn Era and early Hero Era.

Because there was no high wall to block the way, the entire northern part of Westeros was not divided by the Wall and the North, and all the First Men's tribes could move freely here, with no distinction between Free Men and Northerners.

"Ten thousand years ago, in prehistoric times..."

A month later, Viserys sat in front of his simple thatched hut, carrying a small wooden stake, and looked at the hardworking ancestors before him with heartfelt admiration.

This might have seemed unbelievable in the past, but after living here for so long, they have gradually come to accept it.

No one here today, not even a little kid in open-crotch pants, will know whose ancestor they are in the future.

This is because this place dates back to approximately 10,000 to 8,000 years ago, during the early stages of the Age of Heroes.

A month ago, when the chief of this ancient tribe revealed their tribe's name, Viserys, Diana, and Heros were all slightly taken aback.

Although the other party's tribal name is pronounced slightly differently from 'Stark,' it is still possible to discern that the surname is the same across both the Old Language and the Common Language.

What is the probability that words with the same pronunciation appear in the ancient language of our ancestors and the common language of the Andals?

And it is precisely in the surname of the tribe that the chief of the Stark tribe claims that all of their people are named Stark.

Are the people of this Stark tribe the ancestors of the future 'House Stark'?

However, according to Viserys's understanding, the Stark family was founded after the Age of Heroes, by the legendary human hero, 'The Builder' Brandon Stark.

He was the builder and founder of Winterfell, and is said to be a descendant of Brandon Bloodblade, son of Garth the Bluehand.

According to the leader of the Stark tribe, humans and the Children of the Forest have been at peace for many years, and 'Blue Hand' Garth has long been dead.

According to the Night King's memories and legends, Brandon the Builder seems to be the product of a union between White Walkers and humans. After the Long Night fell, his mother was abducted by the White Walkers, became pregnant with him, and gave birth to him.

Logically speaking, 'The Builder' Brandon should have no connection with this Stark tribe.

However, upon closer inspection, one can find that most of the people here have dark brown hair and gray eyes, which does indeed bear some resemblance to the later Stark family.

Moreover, the Stark tribe has a mortal enemy, a tribe not far from here called the Bolton.

This tribe is known for its cruelty and its penchant for skinning their enemies alive.

The Stark and Bolton tribes are among the largest tribes in the area, so their relationship is very tense and they often fight. Each tribe wants to kill the other's entire population.

“A naked man has few secrets, but a skinned man has no secrets.”

Viserys learned that this Bolton tribe was the Bolton family of the future Dreadfort.

If the Stark tribe is the future Stark family, then this does align with future history.

House Bolton is one of the oldest, most powerful, and most notorious noble families in the North, and when they were still royalty, they were known as the 'Red Kings'.

Since the Long Night, the Red Kings have been the Winter King's greatest enemy and nemesis. For thousands of years, they have fiercely resisted the King in the North, and even defeated House Stark several times, skinning some Stark lords and hanging their skins in their fortress, Dreadfort.

Regardless of whether this Stark tribe has any connection with the future Stark family, or the war between the Stark and Bolton tribes.

The most important goal for the gods right now is to find their way home.

Chapter 1139 The Long Night Is Coming

Unfortunately, they wandered around here for a while without any clues, like headless flies.

Those who followed the Stark tribe on several hunts had a great harvest and won the admiration of the entire tribe.

Even though the gods have lost their divine power, their strength is still not to be underestimated.

When they first arrived in this time and space, they were a bit flustered and overwhelmed by the wolf pack's attack because they were not used to it. However, after calming down, they revealed their godlike strength.

Tearing apart a large brown bear with his bare hands and smashing the head of a direwolf with a single punch are commonplace occurrences for him.

Just then, as Viserys was sitting in the sun under a pale weirwood tree in front of his house, a commotion suddenly arose from the village gate not far away.

"What's going on?!"

What happened?

Many Stark people who were busy gathered around, chattering as if something extraordinary had happened.

"Cole, Cole..."

Then, the sound of a woman crying out could be heard; the woman's husband was named Cole Stark.

Now Cole was lying stiffly on the ground, half of his body had been bitten to pieces, and his wife didn't recognize him at first.

The Stark tribe's hunting party has returned.

This team, comprised of the strongest men in the tribe, was the most formidable hunting party among the surrounding tribes. They went out hunting daily to bring the freshest meat to their people, but this time they suddenly suffered a devastating defeat.

Most of the people in the group had some kind of injury, and several corpses were lying haphazardly on the ground.

The faces of all those who returned were etched with fear and sorrow; it was clear they had experienced something horrific that was difficult for ordinary people to describe.

"What exactly happened?"

An elderly man from the tribe anxiously grabbed the hand of one of the young men and asked him what had happened.

But the young man from the Stark tribe looked terrified, shook his head, and couldn't say anything.

At that moment, Viserys and the leader of the Stark tribe rushed over.

"what happened?"

"Could it have been done by the Bolton tribe?"

The leader of the Stark tribe, a man with dark brown hair and gray eyes named Karon, was questioning his tribesmen about what had happened.

Beside him was a pretty girl who looked somewhat like him, anxiously searching for someone in the group.

On the other side, Diana and Heros, who had gone out with the hunting party to gather intelligence, walked towards Viserys with serious expressions.

"Father, something terrible has happened."

...

It turns out that the Stark tribe's hunting party was not attacked by the Bolton tribe.

A conflict between two tribes can lead to war, but the actual outcome is often worse than that.

"Those who attacked us are White Walkers."

Diana spoke with certainty, and Heros on the other side nodded in agreement, a rare occurrence for him.

The Stark tribe's hunting party was attacked by the White Walkers. At first, the number of people in their party began to disappear without a trace, and by the time they realized it, two people had already gone missing.

At that time, the captain of the Stark tribe's hunting team thought that the animal had accidentally gotten lost in the snowy mountainous terrain and that they would catch up soon or return to the tribe along the original route.

However, when the roll call came again not long after, they found that two people were missing once more, and a sense of panic immediately rose in the ranks.

Because this time everyone realized that they were definitely not lost.

The hunting party consisted of the tribe's strongest warriors and best hunters. Even if one or two went missing, it was impossible for people to keep going missing indefinitely. Something must have gone wrong.

But just as the hunting party realized something was wrong, the White Walkers attacked once again.

A pale, cold-faced child suddenly appeared behind a young Stark warrior.