Whispering horses and crying babies, shrouded in scorching sun, the elderly, weak and sick in the Dothraki, gathered together to form an open-air camp.

The sun above my head was shrouded in the wild red wasteland below, and the air seemed to be full of twists.

People in the wasteland had dull eyes and their cracked lips silently told the difficulties faced by the camp at this moment. At this moment, a breeze belonged to the gift of God.

However, the wind here is also hot.

"Her Majesty Queen, Jogo is right. Doria is no longer able to do it. You should not waste precious water for her." The hoarse voice seemed quite low.

The speaker was a middle-aged man with a black bear with a tattoo on his chest embroidered. He stood under a simple shed. While rubbing his butt, he looked at the bald woman in front of him aiming the water bag at the mouth of a coma woman on her knee.

"I will not abandon her." The bald woman licked her dry lips, her eyes stubbornly staring at the maid on her knees, "The queen should not abandon any of her people."

It was extremely rare to say this under the horror of the Red Desert, but the giant bear knight still objected.

"But your actions at this time can only be considered a waste of water."

"Maybe she can survive?"

The knight was silent when he heard this, as if he couldn't bear to break this "childish" remark.

"Is there an end to this wasteland?" The Knight did not speak, and his queen couldn't help asking.

Although she is called the queen, she looks like a girl, or even a girl. She can't see her height clearly when sitting on the ground. However, her slightly tender face and the various expressions flashing through her purple eyes make her look so young.

Generally speaking, she was a very beautiful woman, but her shiny bald head and the empty eyebrows above her eyes made her look bare and quite strange.

"Yes, your majesty." The Knight said tiredly, "As long as we persist."

"Persist..." the girl murmured this sentence and took a deep breath. But after seeing the knight turn his head and leave silently, the courage she had already plucked up was extinguished.

Is he actually not sure?

He looked down at his weak maid again, stunned, and the girl looked sad.

"God of Horse, God of Thousand Faces, God of Seven, Rahlo... Any god is good, please save the poor Doria. She has suffered all her hardships. Please don't torture her again..." Holding the maid's hot hand, the girl murmured in a low voice, looking sad.

As everyone said, the maid who followed her from the beginning suffered from a serious fever and was no longer able to do it now.

If it is another problem, she can command her own Kalasa to come forward. Although her Kalasa is very weak, they can still have the power to fight no matter how enemies they face.

But in the face of illness, the queen had no choice.

Just like her husband who died of illness not long ago...

Just as she was sad, a breeze suddenly came to her face. The cool touch made her shudder, and her irritable and dull emotions seemed to have quietly sootheed a lot.

Unfortunately, the wind only lasted for a blink of an eye and disappeared.

What followed was the sultry air wave unique to the red wasteland, accompanied by the scorching sun above my head, as if I would never give up until I roasted them.

The evocative coolness finally went away. Facing the reality again, the girl sighed regretfully, but suddenly felt something was wrong beside her.

She quickly turned around and looked, but suddenly found someone standing in front of her!

A translucent "person" who emits a faint golden light all over his body, and looks very inconspicuous in the sun!

"you……"

The bald girl couldn't help but open her mouth.

This person's shadow came a bit strange. Under normal circumstances, she should have called for help immediately, but for some reason, this "person" looked like a strong sense of holiness, which was enough to relax, so that she just stared at the glowing translucent human body, with a confused look on her face.

However, after the man arrived, he ignored her. Instead, he glanced at the surrounding environment and looked up at the sky.

Under the girl's strange and vigilant gaze, he remained silent for a moment, then waved the scepter in his hand.

She thought it was some kind of aggressive behavior, so she opened her mouth to call for help, but as soon as the bytes appeared in her mouth, she swallowed them back.

The scepter did not hit her, but instead shook her head, sprinkling with flashing white shattering.

The white light touched his forehead, and a cool and soothing feeling followed. The girl subconsciously widened her eyes, very surprised by this situation.

But in fact, the white light was not facing her, but the girl on her knees.

The halo was sprinkled, and the originally weak maid's tight cheeks suddenly sootheed a lot, and the blood blisters on her lips and cheeks gradually shriveled, the kind that could be seen by the naked eye.

Seeing this, the bald queen couldn't help but widen her eyes.

Who is he? Are he the gods in heaven?

Did the gods hear my prayer just now?

This thought flashed through my mind, and the girl looked up at the glowing person and couldn't wait to ask: "What should I do?"

This question was inexplicably asked, but she believed that if it were the gods in heaven, she would definitely know what she was asking.

Without answering, the hazy figure emitting golden light suddenly frowned after her words, and then he raised the scepter in his hand and then gently knocked to her forehead.

The phantom of the scepter touched, and a coolness suddenly came from the brain, and what followed was a faint word.

"If you look back, everything is over."

Words sounded from the bottom of my heart.

During this period, every time she couldn't hold on, this sentence would unconsciously come to her mind, as if she was cheering herself up, and as if someone was constantly encouraging her.

But in the past, these words were just forcing themselves to cheer up, but now it makes her think.

She didn't know whether the voice was what she was thinking or the person in front of her was watching her, but this sentence made her vaguely understand a lot.

She wanted to ask, but a tender roar suddenly came from not far away-

It was nothing at first, but when the sound sounded, the hazy figure in front of him suddenly burned a golden flame, and his body began to dissipate from bottom to top, as if he was about to leave.

She stood up and shouted at him.

"My name is Daenerys, Daenerys Targaryen, please bless me!"

There was no response, the golden fire burned out, everything in front of me returned to its previous appearance, the scorching sun was baking and the air was twisted.

It seemed as if what just happened never happened.

But the coolness remaining on her forehead still made her mind thoroughly. Her originally confused thoughts quickly became clear. She bit her lip and turned to look at the subordinates who rushed over quickly when they heard the sound.

"Yes, if I look back, everything will be over!"

...

In the blink of an eye,

The originally deserted red wasteland has become a relatively "narrow" Winterfell bedroom.

Charles lay on the bed and leaned half against the wall, and the warm wall made people feel comfortable.

But now he doesn't care about the surrounding situation at all. Instead, he recalls what he just encountered.

The red wasteland was endless, let alone the believers of the Seven Gods, even the people could not see it.

Logically speaking, the seven gods should not have much power to exert there, but under the prayer of the bald woman, she could burst out with such abundant power?

She is a very special person! For this world.

Charles was vaguely sure.

Otherwise, it would not be explained why just ordinary chanting can make him hear the calling and burst out that kind of energy.

And, that sound...

"That's definitely not the sound of an ordinary beast." Such a thought flashed, and Charles vaguely guessed a possibility.

"That girl is that dragon mother? And that scream is a dragon?"

He doesn't remember the relevant plot very much, but the combination of one dragon and one girl is still quite impressed.

Although the Dragon Mother in my memory seems not that young, there is a gap between the TV series and the real world, and the Cersei he met at the beginning was not a middle-aged aunt.

"If it were a dragon, would it be the so-called world real?"

"If so, how should we touch the so-called reality? Should we touch it with our hands? Or with our spirituality? Or... kill it?"

Shire secretly guessed.

Although he felt that the call was a little weird before he went, in fact he was still too hasty and was caught off guard. Under the strange roar of the "wild beast", he couldn't stay for a moment.

This made him feel regretful.

"No matter what, I have to contact the bald woman again." He secretly confirmed his thoughts.

The best way to get in touch is naturally to find her, but he is not sure where the red wasteland is now.

Besides, although the dragon is important, it seems that the White Walker is the same. If he goes to look for the dragon now, wouldn’t he begging for the near and far?

Compared to running outside Westeros, he now has the entire northern border as a backing.

"So, attract her?"

If the memory is not wrong, the woman's ultimate goal seems to be to return to Westeros.

As I thought, my thoughts gradually became clear.

"But, the premise is that she must pray like me again."

Charles felt that there should be no mistake in this. Every believer who saw him would not be able to help pray for a second time. After all, this was a "miracle" coming, and the bald woman should not be surprised...

Why is it bald again?
Chapter completed!