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"Eil, the first person, gave birth to the son of prophecy. Her uterus only held the child for seven days, and then sent the black-haired and black-eyed hero to the world."
The barbarian with hair like a dirty flame said so. She turned around and pulled the thick hemp rope that tied her hands with her arms. Wilmar Royce immediately tightened the rope warily and pulled the savage woman to his mount. But she just smiled and winked at him with a little flirt. The image of the gauze moon through the forest needles cast some magic on her. The hazy moonlight paraded in her messy red hair, and Weimar swore that he saw another copper color dancing in her hair.
"Ha ha, relax, I don't have a bow or sword in my hand. I just want to tell you that they say that Stark's family is black hair and black eyes, because Brandon Stark, who built Winter City, is a descendant of the son of prophecy. So the first person's blood also flowed through Stark's blood vessels. Little lord, is it appropriate for you to treat your service lord's blood like this?
Wilma frowned, "I'm not a lord. You won't call me like that again." Then, you will also respect my lord, Duke Ed Stark. You will honestly take us to the gathering place of the grizzly tribe. If there is another provocative act, it won't be you taking us away, but I'll drag you with a horse. Do you understand?
"The barbarian bitch is as hot as fire, and our noble captain Royce?" The sound of Twist's stinky shit came from behind him, "Oh, he is as hard as a stone. Let me be a burning and passionate Twist, and let him be a stone and stiff Royce, haha!" This piece of shit is a regular guest of the brothel. Maybe he has gone a lot and stole the singing skills of the brothel singer. Finally, he sang, causing a burst of laughter in the team.
I hate him, Wilmar hates it. He did it on purpose. He always seizes the opportunity to destroy Wilmar's prestige in the team. He wants to be the captain of the Rangers, or let other more experienced people be. Anyway, it is not directly occupied by the third son of an adult lord.
Oh my God, is this worthy of jealousy? Wilmer himself is just the youngest son of the Royce family. The meaning of being the youngest son is that he will not be the heir of the Royce family, but his brother Anda. The elder brother will have land and the castle, and is qualified to marry the daughters of the great nobleman, while the younger brother has nothing, not even a place in the castle, so he can only be sent to the banner of the great nobleman by his father to serve.
Wilma silently followed the lead of a savage woman. His father always said that the opportunity would only be seized by brave hands. There happened to be an opportunity in front of him. He was too lazy to deal with such a little man as Twist and his annoying tricks.
"Sir Royce, something is wrong with that wild woman. She has been taking us around for eight days, and I feel more and more that it is a bad idea to follow her to encircle and suppress the rest of the Grizzly tribe. If we killed the grizzly barbarian, we would have gone straight back to Winterfell.
"That won't work, timid Ollie." Wilma made fun of the little servant who had just turned twelve years old. His father insisted that Wilma had to bring Ollie from his castle harvest castle to Oden, because "smart Ollie" - his father loved the boy and gave him this nickname, which could prevent Wilmar from impulsive and stubbornness from making some wrong decisions. The grizzly barbarians have been harassing the redwood town for a whole week. Many women have been raped and more men have been killed. If I just drive them away, instead of catching them all, how many women should be raped and which men should be killed next time?
"Then we will take this wild woman to Sir Rodrick and send a large army to kill these barbarians!"
"Then, my father, what will my lord think of me? You also heard wild women say that the remaining number of people is not worth mentioning. Most of the remaining gathering places of the Grizzly Bear tribe are old, weak, women and children. This is a good time for us to be famous. If I have to rely on a large army to deal with these barbarians, what kind of coward or retard am I in the eyes of others?
Ollie squeezed his lips and said, "I just, just... Sir Rodrick said that barbarians can't be trusted."
Deputy Gary said the same thing. When putting forward the plan, Weimar didn't expect that he would always be silent and even say that Gary, who took care of him a little, would oppose him - he always thought it would be a good opportunity for Trister to disturb him. But later, I thought that Trist would fuck anything with tits. Maybe he was just happy that there was something with breasts in the happy team that was convenient for him to relieve his interests at any time. He would rather endure it for a while and not make trouble for Wilma. However, because Gary made trouble for Wilmar, he sent his deputy as a scout to scout the situation to see if what the wild woman said was true.
"Your Excellency, Gary is back."
"Let him come here."
"Your Excellency, there is nothing but a pile of strange stones. This wild woman is lying!" He stared at the wild woman before riding in front of Wilmar.
Damn, Wilmar slid straight down from the mount and stepped to the wild woman and put his sword "remembered" against the wild woman's neck. "Damn bitch, are you just dragging all of us with a lie to accompany you for a picnic in this shitty forest?"
Trister looked at the whole process with an amused expression. He didn't say anything, but if he opened his mouth, Weirma Dare must not be his good words.
Relax, my lord, my life depends on you. I just forgot how much four legs can be faster than two legs. Men should learn to wait. After saying that, the wild woman turned her head and kissed the "remembered" cold steel, and a pair of blue eyes still stared at him.
Wait, it turns out that she not only has red hair, but also has blue eyes? No, it's not as light as blue. It can't be called ice blue. In Wilma's impression, this woman is boring except for her burning hair color. However, now it seems that her big and flat nose is actually an exquisite nose, and her lips are full of roses.
Harringt groaned, accepted his fate, put down "remember" and threatened, "Then we'll wait there. It hasn't arrived for a day... Your head is mine!"
"No, my lord, I ask you to camp around here... When I say strange stones, it's because the place is really weird... My intuition tells me that if we stay in that stone array, bad things will definitely happen."
The red-haired woman smiled, "That's not a stone array, that's the temple of the first person."
"Temple? Do barbarians also believe in gods? What is the name of the god you worship? Ollie interrupted.
"Be careful, boy. God cannot be heard, God cannot be seen, and God's name cannot be spread. God is the supreme being, and ordinary people can't get close to him. The first person called it the god of the father, because whether he believed or not, pure or not, as long as there is life, he tolerates everything. We call it the god of life because he controls life, brings life to life, and takes life away. God has existed for a long time, so people in the north also call it the old god.
"Shut up, the only true god is the seven gods. Our god is omnipotent." Weima gave the order, "We're camping here. Ollie, set up the tent for me."
Wilmar also instructed Gary to arrange the order of the night, requiring that someone must climb to the tree to watch, so that the barbarians found it as soon as they approached. They tied the red-haired woman to the tree to prevent her from sneaking away while others were asleep. The men who did not need to watch the night were already on the open space, by the fire, covered with blankets to rest. Wilmar has a large tent to enjoy alone. He has been trying to ride for the past few days. He is so tired that he rudely plunged in and sank into the dark sleep.
I don't know when I woke up again, but there are still owls crying outside the tent. Wilma squinted at the little thing that disturbed her sleep. Shit, his sword "remembered" on his own neck, and the wild woman didn't know how to slip into his bed.
Did Trist, the thirsty bitch, let her go? Or are all his men fucking shit?
The wild woman greeted him with a happy expression, "Your Excellency, I think I still owe you a good night kiss." The cold steel on his neck slowly slid down, and Harling's heart was about to jump to his throat. What, the kiss brought by this cold and deadly steel sheet, he would rather give it to someone else. When the steel sword was put aside, she quickly gave him a kiss of love. When kissing, he found a strange glow in the wild woman's eyes, and her blue eyes looked ice blue.
Wilmar blinked in confusion.
"Come on, I want to show you more." The red-haired woman took his hand, and Wilmar stumbled and followed her out of the tent. He looked curiously in the direction of Trister's blanket, which was honestly wrapped in his blanket. The whole camp fell into a tired sleep, but his attendant " clever Ollie" was nowhere to be found.
How did she untie the rope and where did Ollie go?
Through the bushes and the woods, the red hair brushed his face. It was the fragrance of ebony roses and cinnamon, so he didn't ask anything, said nothing, and just followed the woman everywhere.
When he saw the so-called temple, Weimar found that it was very suitable for Gary to call it a stone array, because it was a round area surrounded by seven giant stone tablets. The whole area was paved with rocks cut into square bricks. Because of the age and inaccessible, most of the rocks were covered with moss and weeds.
Wilma was angry. "Are you really lying to me? Will this be the gathering place of the Grizzly tribe? It seems that no one has been here for a long time!"
The red-haired woman just giggled, "I said this is the temple, and the first person didn't dare to step on a brick of the temple." Her hand stroked a flat boulder in the middle of the field. "This is a stone bed, God's bed. Lie down, my lord, our good night kiss is not over yet.
Wilma believes in the seven gods, and the believers of God will go to the cathedral to pray. On the altar of the church are statues of God, holy water, gems, and flowers, always burning pleasant spices. What kind of god will put a bed in its holy land?
Harling didn't believe that the red-haired woman had no way to put his beak. He climbed on the stone bed and lay down, half nervous and half anticipating. But if the red-haired woman really did what he expected, in this temple, on this stone bed, he felt that she should be the most blemonic believer, didn't she?
The red-haired woman knelt on the other side of the stone bed and untied the tie of his trousers, which made him jump out of the manly spirit that had already become hot iron. She comforted him with her eyes and rewarded him with kisses. When she finally took off her skirt and sat on his masculinity, she sighed fiercely.
At that moment, her red hair turned into copper waves in the moonlight, her skin turned into white porcelain, and her eyebrows were also perfect arches. He had never been so close in his life, never so close, what he wanted.
She chased his happiness fiercely. Weima only felt that this moment would last forever, because everything disappeared, his name, his painful pursuit... Even the damn owl's cry was gone.
Only his heartbeat, "Bang! Bang! Bang..."
In the drumming, he heard, "Yes, yes! Wilmar, Wilmar Royce, give me your life, give me everything you have!" And he replied, "Yes!" He moaned and gave everything he had to her, leaving only a heavy dark curtain for himself.
He was sure that he was dreaming, because the perfect flawless porcelain skin, the teasing arched eyebrows, the blue eyes more beautiful than the clear sky, the gems, the lake, and the half-covered body of the mature woman in the glittering copper sea. This is not the girl he had seen, but the complete body of her fully mature.
When she becomes an adult, she is not only the rose of Winterfell, but also the rose of the whole Westeros, he thought in awe. The goddess seemed to be able to fully hear his inner praise. She smiled at him, grabbed the stone bed with her thin white fingers, and slowly leaned up her body, so that he could praise and appreciate every inch of her body.
Plump and round breasts, slender waist folded in with amazing curvature, moist white... snake, snake tail?
Shocked, he rolled to the ground. He hated that he could associate so much at this moment, and at this moment, there was only a fierce red-eyed giant snake staring at him in the position of the goddess.
Supreme God's blessing, is this what Lao Nan said about Krobogen's giant snake?
He told himself that it was just a dream, and there was nothing to be afraid of in the dream. But his feet have their own opinions. It was dark everywhere, and he didn't know where he had gone.
Suddenly, there was another sound around.
At first, the faint hiss became louder and louder, until it seemed to be engraved in his mind. When he realized that it was a language that he could not understand, there seemed to be a big spoon stirring in his mind, and his eardrums were pierced by a sharp knife. The voice was gone again, and only great pain, ecstasy and ecstasy were intertwined, prompting him to run in one direction.
Running in this world dominated by darkness, there is nothing but darkness, no other life, no goal, and no direction. Gradually, two giant light spots appeared ahead. Is he going out? Is he going to leave this nightmare? Because he thought that he was a woman he didn't deserve, and because his sexual behavior with wild women without honor led to the warning of God's dream?
Closer, closer, closer, Weimar found that it was not the exit to escape from the nightmare. It was two huge golden pupils. There would be no species in the world. He finally gathered the remaining will in his mind to identify that this was the pupil of some kind of creature rather than his passage to survival. In an instant, the huge pain hit his eyes. Everything about him fell into the sea of darkness.