The sound of shouting and horse hooves hitting the surface filled the whole world. The powerful shield with bloody smell was like a heavy hammer that was hitting, and a bang hit his tall and fragile nose bone.

A strong sense of sourness suddenly appeared, but was quickly replaced by severe pain.

This is not the end of the disaster.

The huge force of the impact made him fall down from his horse involuntarily, but because of the restraint of a stirrup on his calf, he did not completely get rid of the maroon war horse under him, but was dragged down by the violent war horse at a speed.

The fully armed body was standing upside down and hanging beside the galloping horse. The head with a half-helmet rolled and wailed on the wet mud ground. The turbid mud smell was a little hazy because of the damage to the nose. The eyes were also so painful that they couldn't open. I felt more than a dozen riders flocked by, maybe they were enemies, but maybe they were their own people.

He thought so, and he had no time to take care of this next moment.

A vague whizzing sound rang out, and then the horse fell down!

With the horse's whimpering and wailing, and with the huge force caused by the heavy object to fall to the ground, his backward legs were quickly squeezed and twisted and deformed, and finally broke through it with a click like chopsticks.

The hysterical scream of pain came to an abrupt end before it was born in the throat. With the rumbling sound, the light chain armor on the body of the red war horse collided violently with his silver mail. The fierce force came, and the entire row of ribs was broken. The breathing was dull due to the cover of the giant object, and the broken neck was also intermittent.

Everything in front of us quickly became extremely dark, weapons were fighting, three-headed black dragon flag shaking in the wind, the rumbling sounds of riders galloping past, screaming, laughing, howling, roaring, begging for mercy...

Everything was stripped from the battlefield. At this time, only pain was his real enemy. His cheeks, neck, heart, and all over his body. The ubiquitous pain, madness, sharpness, cruelty, and unbearable...

He was defeated!

It is not clear when it will be defeated by this terrifying enemy, but as the darkness is opened and the world changes from chaos to silence. As a sleeping little boy in the tower bedroom screams and sits up from the feather bed and breathes heavily, the result of the failure is self-evident.

...

Thumbs and thumbs out of the room door, and then a knock came from the door: "We seem to hear some movement, Young Master Lan Li, are you okay?"

The sound passed through the door, making it look muffled.

"It's okay, it's just a nightmare!"

The suppressed hoarse voice responded to the servant, but seemed to persuade him.

Unfortunately, the words were normal because of intentional control, but as long as you look down, you can find that his white hands and two arms that were holding the silver-gray bedding were trembling and spasming uncontrollably.

The servants outside the door obviously could not see these, so a thud sound was born again and quickly left.

The boy named Lanli did not pay much attention to this, but kept staring at his hands in front of him. The beautiful blue eyes still had the painful expression of "nightmare" left, but accompanied by a wonderful change, his hands and his heart trembling with his hands quickly stabilized.

【Race Level: LV1】

...

It seemed to float past his eyes, but it seemed to be just a special enlightenment. When this message was captured by his brain, he sighed lightly.

"Fake, yes, they are all fake! I am still alive, I was not crushed to death by my own horse, let alone an adult knight..."

He murmured, and he felt it carefully. Not long ago, the surging pain had really disappeared, and only the illusion remaining in his memory was still bothering him.

But that's not true.

He comforted himself silently, but he seemed to turn his head to the bedside table next to him as if he was uncertain.

On the low bedside table of old oak, there are several decorative crimson garnets and moonstones, a half-melt ash candle, and a silver-plated round mirror produced by Mill from the narrow sea.

With his gaze, a delicate childish face reflected in the clear mirror of the round mirror. He was only four or five years old, with black hair and blue eyes, and quietly looked at him, his bloodshot eyes full of scrutiny.

Another piece of information emerged as a result.

【Herial Arts LV6】, 【Language LV1】, 【Etiquette LV1】

...

There was no such data-making ability in his dream, so he completely let go, and everything that was ignored around him quickly emerged.

This is a quiet and petite bedroom with dim light and thick brown wooden doors are less than two meters away from the bed. A black and gray fireplace is quietly embedded on the wall opposite the bed, separated by a leg from the end of the bed. There are several exquisitely crafted light golden brocades hanging on the blank space. The satin surface is embroidered with the Baratheon family's crowned stag logo and some of the family's past achievements.

The Baratheon family is an ancient and honor-filled family, ranking among the eight major feudal nobles of the Targaryen dynasty, so it is not difficult to imagine how exaggerated the paintings on the brocade are.

However, Lan Li didn't stay on there for long. After glanced at it, she turned her eyes to the narrow window on the left hand.

A beam of sunlight projected from outside the window glass, delicate and bright, illuminating a nearby floor, but also shrouded a piece of floating dust that was invisible to the naked eye.

At this time, he was located inside the towering tower of the family Fengxi Castle, and it was very high. Even if he crossed the light, there was only a hazy sky besides the sun.

But a strange fragrance floated out of the window, with a strange fragrance, just like the fragrance of books formed by the blending of ink and parchment, but it also had a faint burnt smell.

So Lanli lifted up the silver silk quilt, put on the shoes on the side floor of the feather bed, and walked towards the window with only a thin black velvet pajamas.

The sparse trivial sounds kept ringing with the walk, which was a layer of rush mat on the floor. Usually, Lan Li always thought that this thing was too noisy when walking, but at this time he had basically ignored it and focused on his goals.

The window embedded inside the wall was not low and was not big enough to match, so he moved a nearby bench and climbed up, then pushed open the narrow square window.

Accompanied by the crunch, the light breeze that was blocked immediately blew in the window, and the sound of seagulls was blew, and the salty sea breeze blew his charcoal black and his short ear hair. The cold brought in the wind caused goose bumps on his fair arms.

His eyes passed over the courtyard and a forest of divine woods under the tower. Looking around, morning mist covered the sea outside the city wall, blurring the supposedly vast ocean scene.

Further apart, the hazy shadow of the ship slowly rippled in the depths of the fog, not one or two, but dozens or hundreds.

They were neatly formed, surrounded by the sea-Linhai Castle on the towering cliff from the sea, looking like a group of black knights quietly hiding in the fog, riding their horses high and aiming at the enemy with a long spear, and just waiting for the sound of the horn to start a charge - the target was Fengxi Castle.

The head of the Baratheon family, who is his current elder brother Robert Baratheon, had previously launched a rebellion against the royal Targaryen family. As a result, they were beaten by their good neighbors to the west, the Tyrier family, who was loyal to the royal family, was forced to stay away from their territory and disappeared without a trace. The family's Fengxi Fort was also besieged by soldiers in the Hewan land.

However, they have been surrounded for more than half a year and there is still no movement. The Scholar Krisson, who taught Renli, claimed that Fengxi Castle has never been captured for thousands of years. The Tyrier family obviously knew this, so they only surrounded and did not attack, hoping that the castle would be exhausted and they starved to death.

Lanley was not sure whether this statement was correct or not, nor was she interested in delving into it, because if nothing unexpected happened, the castle would last until Robert Baratheon killed the heir of the Targaryen dynasty and successfully usurped the Iron Throne.

Of course, he was not sure about this. Although this was a familiar world, it was something that no one could guarantee whether it would develop according to the plot in his memory...

The tower is towering, but the bedroom is limited. At this time, Renli's eyes can only see the side of Linhai, and there is nothing good to look at.

So he shifted his eyes.

There was a faint shouting of soldiers behind the tower, which may be during daily training or someone said that he stretched his neck down and looked down. There were two figures talking face to face in the courtyard at the base of the building.

The distance is too far and I can't hear anything. Due to height, they also look like two little ants, one black and the other gray, inconspicuous.

However, Lan Li was able to clearly identify who they were.

Bachelor of Windsburg, Krisson and coach Gavin Wild.

Bachelor Krisen taught him the necessary knowledge of the noble descendants, but at this time it was not far from the teaching time. But Lan Li's blue eyes were looking at the Fengxi Castle teacher standing opposite the bachelor.

The smell of a book-like fragrance, but a little burnt was heard from this person. The distance is too far, and it is actually difficult to identify at the moment, but the fragrance has already existed.

As the third son of the Baratheon family, although he is still young, sometimes Renly needs to have dinner with the coach in the same hall, so he is very sure of this.

So the question is, will normal people exude this kind of strong, special fragrance that spans such a height?

Or is it abnormal, is it really coach Wild?

Leaning against the window, I raised my hand and touched my nose, as if the sourness and pain were still there.

The boy pursed his lips.

He didn't know how he entered this very cruel world in his impression, and was reincarnated as Baratheon, and many things before becoming Renli were quite vague, but the current abnormality was very obvious.

The inexplicable fragrance, the unique "data" that emerges as you look at it, and most importantly -

This is not the first time he has had that kind of "dream".
Chapter completed!