Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

The young Stark shrugged slightly, and the Stark people around him fell silent, because, as he said, they knew why Elsa had run away.

"Because of Brandon."

Then the young clansman stopped beating around the bush and spoke frankly.

"Aisha Stark has always admired Brandon."

"He was handsome, brave, and skilled with both a bow and arrow and a dagger, and he always returned from a hunt with a full load."

Eight thousand years ago, this area, located north of the northern border, was not yet known as the "frontier" and was still inhabited by early tribes.

All women yearn to marry a man who is skilled in hunting and strong, because strong men bring back more meat, and their offspring are healthier and have a lower mortality rate.

This was a very distinct era of the survival of the fittest, so it was quite normal for a chieftain's daughter to be infatuated with a young man in the tribe.

Viserys and the other gods were also watching this event unfold.

"Brandon disappeared not long ago when he was attacked by those monsters, and we have not found his body."

The young man, who was also in the hunting team, continued to speak.

"But Elsa doesn't believe Brandon is dead, so she wants to go find Brandon herself."

"However, you disagree."

"So I think...she must have made up her mind to go find her lover on her own."

The young member of the hunting party's words silenced everyone, including Chief Karon Stark.

Meanwhile, Viserys, listening to this strangely familiar story, suddenly thought of a possibility.

Brandon... Elsa... Could this Elsa be the woman who was later abducted by the White Walkers and gave birth to the legendary half-human, half-White Walker hero, Brandon Stark the Builder?

The reason she named her son Brandon was to commemorate her missing lover.

Viserys suddenly felt that he seemed to have neglected the daughter of Chief Charon, after all, he only knew that Brandon the Builder's mother had been abducted by the White Walkers and then gave birth to him.

But if the Stark tribe really is the Stark family that Brandon founded in the future, then Viserys never imagined that one of the many women in the tribe would be Chief Charon's daughter.

Although this matter seemed unrelated to the gods' plan to find the Old Gods, Viserys still volunteered to Chief Charon to lead the Stark people out to find Elsa Stark.

After all, although they have identified their target, they cannot search aimlessly, otherwise they don't know when they will be able to find the ancient god in this time and space.

Now, regardless of the circumstances, since it's highly likely that the future 'Builder' Brandon's mother will be Elsa Stark, the daughter of the Stark tribe's chieftain, they must seize this opportunity.

After all, Brandon, the 'builder', was a figure of great importance to the course of history.

If he had not been born safely and had not come into this world, there might not have been a future Stark family or the magnificent Wall that has stood for thousands of years in the northern lands of Westeros. This would have been a major change in the course of world history.

Viserys, of course, did not forget that the Old Gods had a very important responsibility: to maintain the course of history.

If Viserys can cause a major turning point in the course of history, then he will inevitably attract the attention of the ancient gods of this world.

Only then will they be able to exploit or defeat the ancient gods of this world to find the weakness of time travel and successfully return to their original world.

The ancestors of this era were simple and honest, and Chief Kalon never suspected that these foreign "friends" were plotting to take advantage of his daughter.

He was overjoyed to hear that his friends were willing to lend a helping hand.

These friends' abilities have been evident to all these days; even the Stark tribe's hunting party's ability to escape unscathed and their victory in the war against the Bolton tribe are also thanks to these individuals.

Chief Charon then ordered the formation of a search party, led by Viserys, to search for the missing Brandon and his daughter Elsa.

Unfortunately, despite the gods' and Stark tribe's best efforts in searching, they found nothing.

They crossed the hills that were not yet called Xianminquan Peak, and headed north as far as Fengsheng Gorge.

This is a passage located beyond the Great Wall leading to the Frost Fang. It gets its name from the howling sound made by the gale as it passes through the gorge.

Upon reaching this point, the early inhabitants finally stopped, no longer daring to go any further. They told Viserys and the other gods that the Frostfangs were the domain of the gods.

There are giants taller than trees, dark and deep caves that make you think they lead straight to hell, flowing glaciers, and wind-eroded natural stone bridges that people say will unconsciously jump off into the abyss when they cross them, and so on.

The early inhabitants considered the Frostfang a forbidden zone, and the gods, including Viserys, cautiously refrained from venturing there, waiting until they had a full understanding of the area before attempting it.

"The location of the Old Gods is unpredictable, moving along with a bottomless pit."

"Based on the giant weirwood that we later saw covering the entire world, the so-called original god here was just a decoy."

"It can let us see when it wants to, and there's nothing we can do if it doesn't want us to see."

Having lost their divine power, the gods in this world are merely powerful 'mortals'.

The search party for Brandon and Elsa turned back at Windwhistle Gorge, but on their return journey, the sun set as usual and never rose again, and the long night that was supposed to come as scheduled had quietly descended.

Chapter 1142 Twenty Years

Twenty years later.

For the gods, twenty years would pass in the blink of an eye, but for people living under the long night, it would be an incredibly long time.

Meanwhile, Viserys and the other gods have also lived in this timeline for twenty years.

Sometimes they even seem to forget their original identity, as if they really live in this era.

They fought alongside their ancestors against the overwhelming army of the dead, but the outcome was contrary to their wishes, and they could not reverse the situation.

Even though the gods, having lost their divine power, still wanted to save humanity, they no longer had the ability to manipulate events at will.

Moreover, Viserys no longer has dragons as companions, nor a powerful army, and human technology is still stuck in the primitive Bronze Age.

Thus the White Walkers, riding enormous ice spiders and pale dead horses, led armies of the dead, sweeping across villages, cities, and kingdoms, killing countless ordinary people and soldiers.

During this long, twenty-year-long night, the entire world was occupied by the Legion of Death, and the situation was far more difficult than the long night that Viserys had experienced.

If the Second Long Night was easy and the Last Long Night was medium difficulty, then the First Long Night, as recorded by humankind, was hellish.

So much so that even after conquering the Long Night, humanity still fearfully built the Wall and formed the Night's Watch, an army that has endured for thousands of years, to prevent these terrible enemies from returning.

The world has been shrouded in darkness and cold for the past two decades, and this is far more than just darkness and cold.

Humanity's heroes are now forced to hide in the mountains to escape the pursuit of the Legion of Death, searching for anything edible to fill their stomachs, while also stubbornly resisting the cleansing by the dead.

They are the last hope for all mankind.

...

"We must find the Children of the Forest!"

On a vast, flat stretch of land in the North, nestled against a dense forest, stood a small fortress.

Just like the fortress that the First Men built at Fist Peak to defend against the invasion of the White Walkers shortly after the Long Night began.

Ultimately, they could not withstand the onslaught of the horde of zombies and became a forbidden zone for life.

However, this fortress, which now stands on the edge of the forest, seems quiet and undisturbed, but a campfire burns brightly underground.

This is a hideout built by the last ancestors, where all the powerful tribal leaders of the North have now gathered.

The North was once home to many powerful tribes. The Stark and Bolton tribes were among the largest in the surrounding area, but they were not particularly prominent in the North as a whole.

However, an unprecedented catastrophe reshaped the situation in the North. With the help of the gods, the Stark tribe was able to preserve most of its strength in this disaster and instead rose to become the leader of the North, leading tribes large and small to struggle for survival in this long night.

"The powerful magic of the Children of the Forest can help us defeat the White Walkers."

The one who spoke now was the chief of the Bolton tribe.

Due to their advantageous geographical location, the Bolton tribe was relatively well-hidden and less affected by the zombie horde, thus preserving a significant portion of their strength.

Among the Northern Tribal Alliance of the First Men, the Boltons are second only to the Stark Tribes and wield considerable influence, but they have also succumbed to their former mortal enemies.

After all, they are now facing a common enemy, a matter of life and death.

The words of the Boton tribe chief were echoed by many other tribal chiefs present.

The long night has lasted for twenty years, and apart from those who are united together, they don't even know what the world has become.

What happened to the hundreds of kingdoms that stood in the south?

Did the first kings of mankind, the powerful Reach, successfully defend against the White Walkers?

They knew absolutely nothing about any of this.

Now they are all alone, struggling to survive on their own.

They once held onto the illusion that as long as they persevered, the long night would eventually dissipate and the first rays of sunlight would return.

But twenty years have passed, and instead of sunshine, the weather has grown colder year by year, and the food available has become increasingly scarce.

Most of the tribe's people did not actually die from the White Walkers, but from hunger and cold.

Finding the treetop towns and secluded valleys inhabited by the children of the forest became the only path forward for these survivors.

"I'm willing to go!"

At this moment, a tall and strong Loyin warrior stood up and spoke decisively.

He had long, slightly wavy black hair, a resolute face, piercing eyes, and a long sword wrapped in gray cloth on his back.

He risked great danger to travel by ship from Essos in order to stop the White Walkers from devouring the world and to bring back the lost light.

He considered it his mission and responsibility, and he paid a considerable price for it.

Twenty years.

The White Walkers have not only appeared in Westeros, but also on the continent of Essos and in more distant places, and people all over the world are suffering together.

But the visitors knew that the Long Night and the calamity of the White Walkers originated in the ice fields north of the Trembling Sea, and that Westeros, connected to the Land of Everwinter, was the only road leading there.

Therefore, he took a great risk and sailed across the Narrow Sea to the land of Westeros.

He was none other than Azor Ahai, the legendary hero of mankind.

Seeing Raholo, the Red God of Light, and Viserys and the other gods from a different perspective once again evoked many emotions in them.

However, Azor Ahai did not recognize Viserys yet. He had just arrived here and found this group of human survivors. He stared at Viserys for a while, then stammered out a word that seemed familiar.

Because the gods, including Viserys, claimed to be from the Eastern Continent and had provided great assistance to these early tribes in the North, the early peoples also warmly welcomed this brave Loinnar warrior and allowed him to attend their internal meetings.

Now that Azor Ahai had suddenly stood up and volunteered, the leaders of the many northern tribes looked at each other, unsure how to respond.

It's not that people don't trust this person, but rather that he has only recently arrived and no one knows him well.

However, just as the atmosphere in the cellar was becoming slightly awkward, a young silver-haired man leaned against the table, looking at Azor Ahai's familiar face, and then suddenly spoke.

“We’ll go with him.”