Pain, severe pain, heart-wrenching pain!

The constant pain from his body made Hewad unable to help but tremble in the corner of the house. The pain he felt as if he was about to be torn apart made him unbearable, but for some reason he could not fall into a coma.

The simple thatched hut cannot completely prevent the cold wind from blowing in. The small-scale snow in the riverside area near the north turned into heavy goose feather snow. The cold brought the water tank inside the house to a layer of thin ice crystals, silently revealing the temperature at this time.

However, at this time, Hewad was sweating heavily in the straw pile, as if he was in a furnace, and his thick cotton jacket was unconsciously torn apart by him, revealing his strong wheat-colored chest, and also revealing a black scar that seemed to be torn by a wolf claw.

This scar made Hewad care very much because he knew the consequences of being scratched, but at this time he had no time to take care of it. The endless pain made his mind blurry, and the rolling sweat stains soaked his eyes, and everything around him could not be clearly seen.

He seemed to have a high fever, but the cold wind blew into his body from the gap in the wall did not bring any comfort to Hewad. Instead, it kept appearing like a cold knife that was shaved deeper into his bones than the severe pain in his body...

Everything made him want to scream, but his tongue, which had been bitten long ago and his throat that seemed to be dry and cracked could not do this.

So he could only hunch over the straw pile and struggle silently and hideously, roaring, fearing, recalling, hating...

After being rescued from Twin City, Hewad experienced a life of hiding from all over the world, following Melist, who saved him but obviously looked down on him. But when the news of the crisis in Haixing City was lifted, he could only hide from the waves of pursuit teams in Twin City by himself.

Because that Melister had abandoned him and turned to the sea and border city.

This made Hewad feel quite regretful because the other party gave up without saying goodbye, but if he could know this in advance, he must take over the money and the strange ring in his hand for himself.

Money is not very important, but the ring is very magical. It can make people panic and run away at a glance. It is also a weapon for them to escape from Twin City. If they... if they have the ring to help when they meet that monster...

Thinking back on this, his remaining thoughts were filled with pain and annoyance.

After Hewad, who was chased by Twins City, found himself alone, he wanted to go directly to the north to take refuge, but on the way he encountered the terrifying monster attack. He used to have armor, but he was not too afraid of the thing that could not be killed, but he did not have much threatening ability. But now, as a fugitive, he was dressed in a simple manner and was inevitably injured in the fight.

Even if he wasn't healthy and proficient in close combat, he wouldn't have survived the monster's biting!

However, now it seems that his best treatment is to die at that time...

This thought flashed through his mind, and then a greater and more severe pain came, causing him to twitch violently. Then he kicked his legs and finally fell into a coma unsustainable state.

So Heward could not understand that after he was unconscious, his skin began to become wrinkled, gray and white, and eventually grew strands of white hair.

He obviously would not notice that his fingernails and toenails were falling off, revealing the bright red and tender flesh inside, but in a short while, he was covered by strange and sharp, black nails.

He couldn't see that on his butt, his originally tight pants were constantly being held up, and finally he was pushed apart with a sneer, and a sticky gray-white tail that was stained with unknown liquid came out!

After heavy snow outside, it finally stopped after a whole night. A farmer passed by the thatched hut here and found that the neighbor's house inside seemed too quiet. So he peeked out of the window and found that the three neighbors were now staring blankly on the ground of the house, obviously dead for a long time. In front of the woman, a terrifying white monster was squatting in front of the corpse and trembling with his shoulders. The strange chewing sound was trivial and terrifying.

The farmer looked at all this in horror and forced himself to scream, but his footsteps couldn't help but retreat. However, the faint sound seemed to be noticed by the existence in the house. He saw the monster with his back facing him suddenly turned his head and looked at him, revealing a hideous wolf face dyed red by blood!

The screams soon rang out from the village that should have been peaceful here and spread rapidly.

...

On the other side of the seven countries, in the Hewan Dijiaoling area, there was also an inconspicuous dialogue that had a profound impact on the future situation at this time.

"What kind of storm can we make in this era based on our personal abilities? Barbarians, it is necessary for us to unite. Only when we unite can we regain the power of the past!"

A "man" with short silver hair and a very heroic appearance is now standing in a fence yard in the forest, staring at a strong and bearded middle-aged man who was silently chopping wood in the yard with a fiery eyes.

"I have planned to accumulate our initial activity funds through kidnapping and extortion, then go to the free trade city-state to find mercenaries, and finally wait for an opportunity to counterattack the seven countries - what do you think this is? Barbarians?"

Still no response, the strong middle-aged man was still chopping firewood silently. The crackling sound of the axe chopping on the wooden stake in his hand was very crisp, and it sounded outside the forest hut here and seemed very peaceful.

"Are you really willing to be a lumberjack for your whole life? Or do you have to be a lumberjack for your generations of unknown generations? Don't you want to be a Count of the Kooling again and take over the Tali family again?"

The silver-haired "man" frowned and asked: "Your situation is not as good as a dog!"

This did not make the other party angry, but it finally made him look up at the guest.

"How many people have you gathered?" His voice was steady and vicissitudes.

"What?"

"How many people are there in the so-called alliance you call?"

"Including you, six."

The silver-haired "man" said, "But this is just the beginning, we will definitely attract more, it just takes time."

"So who are these six?"

"This..." The silver-haired man hesitated and a little embarrassed when he heard this, but then he replied toughly: "Excluding you and me, a tailor girl, two farmer farmers, and a minstrel, are all from our side!"

"So this is your team?"

The middle-aged man showed a sarcastic expression when he heard this: "Aegon can conquer the seven kingdoms, relying on his dragon and his wisdom, and what about you, Megg? As the son of the conqueror, what else do you have now? You don't have dragons, wisdom, and no identity, and you are no longer a man - want me to follow you?"

He shook his head and bent down to continue chopping wood.

"You'd better be a bandit like you said, get some money, and then go to the East Continent to make a quiet life, and learn how to be a woman. Ha, I really hope to see you giving birth to a baby, but unfortunately he was destined to be my child, so let it go."

These words were simply insulting. The silver-haired "man" trembled all over after hearing this. However, although he looked angry, he did not pull out the long sword from his waist. Instead, he gritted his teeth and left a sentence, then turned around and left.

"If you reject me now, it doesn't mean you will reject me in the future. Barbarian Samwell, let's wait and see!"

These words made the middle-aged man who was chopping wood stop and then couldn't help but look up at the departing back with a surprised expression.

...

Iron Islands, the sacred coast of Old Wake Island.

The result of the war immersed the entire archipelago in an atmosphere of heaviness and grief, but at this time the atmosphere was very warm and even fanatical at the beach of Old Wake Island.

"The evil God of Storm brought the storm and storm in the green land, causing the iron seeds to suffer such heavy losses, but the great God of Flooding has already arranged everything!"

A bald old man surrounded by the crowd raised his hands and shouted: "The deceased is not dead. Our relatives have stepped into the palace of God's flowing water and enjoyed the banquet arranged by God and the service of the mermaids. The deceased is not dead!"

As the words fell, a loud response came from the dense crowd, fishermen, soldiers, miners, farmers, and even a few nobles... The listeners were excited at this moment, as if they had heard some great good news.

But before the Hangman's words ended, he saw that his face became more fanatical, and his words were louder and louder: "Hang God received the iron seeds who fought for Him, but God did not give up on us devout people! He sent His Son, yes, the Son of God had arrived long ago! He saved Ellen Greyjoy, and he brought miracles! He was destined to lead the iron seeds to return to their past glory again! If the deceased did not die, they would rise again, and their momentum would become stronger!!"

Greater cheers erupted because of this sentence, and at the same time, a large number of people began to shout this slogan that had been passed down in the Iron Islands for countless years.

Seeing this, Old Yan hurriedly raised his hand and pressed it down, indicating that he had not finished speaking.

"The great Son of the God of Desolation has now stepped into the green land and observed everything evil in person. Now we need to wait and accumulate strength at the same time! Wait for the Son of the God of Desolation, wait for the revival of the ancient road, wait for the Iron Islands to rise again! That's right, rise again!"

"Rise again!" An old iron-minded roared after the drowning words. More people also echoed loudly.

"Long live the Son of God!"

"revenge!"

"The deceased will not die!"

...

The noise gradually faded away, and a man in a gray cloak broke away from the crowd of people full of fanaticism and walked towards the coastline not far away.

Under the hood, he had an ugly scar on his face and looked ugly, but his eyes were extremely bright.

After arriving at the coastline, he pushed a small boat anchored there into the sea, then paddled away from the old Wake Island here, and rushed towards the direction of the Great Wake Island.

"We need to wait for the return of the Son of God, but we do not need to wait without any action, nor do we need those pretending to be pious flatteries."

He murmured in a low voice while paddling, recalling the half orange he had eaten when he was on the verge of death, a hint of fanaticism flashed across his face.

"Wealth, woman, treasure, I want to steal the best of everything in the world and give it to him with my own hands!"

While talking to himself, the oars in his hand were rowing faster and more powerfully. In the invisible place on the boat, an octopus the size of a human head was climbing on the bottom of the boat and riding on the sailboat. The tentacles that floated along the sea water were slightly shaking, as if silently echoing the words of the man on the boat.

...

Somewhere in the magnificent and vast hall on the continent of Erssos, an old man dressed as a knight in the Westeros was speaking to the middle-aged man on the magnificent throne at the end of the hall. However, before he could finish his words, a beautiful silver-haired woman who was accompanying the middle-aged man suddenly frowned and covered her stomach, directly attracting the attention of the middle-aged man who had been listening quietly.

"What's wrong with Madam? I feel uncomfortable in my stomach?" he asked hurriedly.

"I seem to feel the child kicking me." The beautiful woman responded so, raising her hand to stroke her slightly raised belly, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"How is this possible, how old is the child?"

"But I really feel... Blessed by the Virgin, this child must be very healthy."

The middle-aged man smiled when he heard this, feeling that his wife was fine, so he raised his hand and patted his arm comfortably, then turned his head to look at the old knight waiting quietly under the throne, as well as the two boys and girls behind him.

"Sir Derek, my attitude remains unchanged about the restoration of the Targaryen family, and for the marriage you mentioned..."

The middle-aged man said, looking at the silver-haired boy with his head raised behind the old knight, and the young little girl who looked shy and shy, couldn't help but shake her head.

"My child is not born yet, and I'm not sure whether it's a boy or a girl, but His Highness is too old and not a suitable candidate. Princess Daenerys is a match for my child's age, so if I have a son, then marriage may be considered, but if it's a daughter-"

Before he finished speaking, the woman beside him covered her stomach with a whimper, which made the middle-aged man's face suddenly become very nervous.

"Are you really okay? Madam?"

"I'm not sure, maybe..."

"Maybe you should go and rest quickly! Madam, I will take you away now." The middle-aged man said, looking apologetically at the big and two little ones standing below, and after a brief conversation, he signaled that the conversation ended.

In response to this, although the old knight who visited was helpless, he could only turn around and leave honestly.

"He is too presumptuous, I am a prince!" After walking out of the gorgeous palace and arrived at the flat square outside, a hint of anger appeared on the silver-haired boy's face.

"It's not a beggar who can be sent away at will!"

"But if it weren't for the protection of Lord Aquaman, we wouldn't even have a place to live, Your Highness." The old knight replied sighed, then looked at the girl who was holding her neck tightly after her butt, and found that her little face was tense and full of tension, and a trace of love flashed in her eyes.

"What's wrong with Your Highness the Princess?"

He squatted down and asked with concern.
Chapter completed!