A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

At the edge of the river bank under the sun, the fierce battle has ended. The bodies of two riders were swallowed up by the muddy river and disappeared. The remaining one lay motionless on the river bank, and the blood penetrated the surface sand, revealing a deep red mark.

"Why, your butt doesn't hurt again?"

A slender woman in a wet red satin dress was standing aside and looking at the black-haired man squatting in front of the corpse. The words coming from her made her face red, but she didn't say anything to quibble, but raised her skirt to salute.

"Please forgive my caution, Sir Renly, after all, I am just a weak woman, I hope you can understand."

Weak enough to make my neck hurt?

Renly curled his lips secretly, but this was a process of mutual testing and running-in, so he didn't blame her, just nodded.

The other party secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and then his purple eyes turned, and he said intentionally or unintentionally: "Just now in the river, I thought you were going to do something bad to me."

Renly was squatting and searching the Dornish on the ground at this time, and he glanced at her when he heard it.

"Don't worry, we are not of the same generation."

The light words were powerful. Rhaenys couldn't help but look down at herself when she heard them. She looked a little indignant, but she didn't say much. Instead, she changed the subject.

"When I return to King's Landing, I can introduce you to noble girls of the same age. I know all the unmarried noble girls in the Seven Kingdoms, and I can definitely find a suitable match for you."

Renley ignored this, and the other party squatted down after seeing this.

"You look sad?" she asked.

"It's okay, I just feel like I'm dreaming." Renly answered while searching for spoils.

He is actually a little confused about whether this world is real or fake.

He had asked the person in front of him before, and the answer he got about the Iron Islands was basically the same as what he knew in reality.

In other words, this is just a piece of history, not another repeated world.

But if it is fake, why do these people in front of him look so real?

Emotions, touch, everything is the same as reality.

Including Rhaenys beside him, she is naughty and cunning, but what is she?

If it was true, why didn't his actions receive any response?

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Blood and battles stimulated the growth of adrenaline, but also made Renly quite melancholy for a while. The sun was shining brightly around, but the atmosphere became much quieter.

"Killing does make people feel uncomfortable." A slightly hoarse female voice said in a low tone.

"It's like blowing out burning candles. Even though there are many candles in the house, every time you put out one, everything you see seems to be a little less bright."

"Then you have to squat in the small dark room all day?" Renly looked at the man in front of him strangely: "At least a thousand people?"

"It was my dragon who killed them, not me." The little queen couldn't help but explain after hearing this, but she didn't continue the topic. Instead, she said with a serious expression: "I don't want to talk about this. We should talk about business."

This made Renly raise his eyebrows. The other party was already sitting upright, frowning and said: "My husband may think I'm dead, or he hasn't heard the news yet, but I think the former is more likely. If this is the case, then we can only keep going. I remember correctly, this river goes south to the sea. Maybe we can take the sea route and then go to Oldtown, or Qingting Island, which is our territory."

Rhaenys's words seemed very heavy.

Previously, they actually hoped that the conqueror would hear the news and search downstream, so they had been circling around the river, but now it seemed that there was little hope.

"You don't want to ask your husband for help? Although he hasn't come yet, if he believes you are dead, he will definitely come to take revenge, right?" Renly asked with interest.

"This is the Dornishman's place. The longer we stay here, the more dangerous it will be. Even if we can avoid their search, even if we can meet my husband, we can't ask him for help, because we can't see everything below on the dragon's back. He will only burn us to death as enemies." Rhaenys said melancholy after hearing this.

"We dare not fly too low when riding dragons, because dragon riders are the biggest weakness of dragons, and flying at low altitudes will also... you have seen the consequences."

Renly nodded, but shook his head.

"Going by sea is a good idea, but we can't follow this river."

"Why?"

"Water in the desert is an important resource everywhere. The storm of your attack on Hellgate hasn't passed yet, so we can't see anyone yet. But just because there's no one now doesn't mean we won't see anyone forever." Renly said, "I guess if we continue downstream, there will definitely be a Dornish village, or some people coming to get water. In that case, we will be like sheep running into the lion's mouth."

Realizing that there was something strange in the words of the black-haired Dornishman, Rhaenys frowned and asked, "Don't you know where their gathering place is here?"

"I'm actually from Starfall."

Renly lied calmly, "I'm familiar with Dorne's mountains, but not the deserts and rivers here."

"Are you from the Dayne family?" Rhaenys asked curiously, "The Dayne family of Starfall? Does your family have a sword called the Sword of the Dawn?"

"That sword is called Dawn. Dawnblade is the name of the swordsman." Renly was surprised that the man in front of him didn't even know this basic common sense, but he didn't continue to explore the mind, but began to check some of the things he found.

In fact, there were not many. The weather was hot, and the Dornish rider had nothing extra except the dagger sheath and the clothes he carried.

He then turned and walked towards the three horses.

War horses are different from ordinary horses. They will not be stimulated to flee in the face of battle, and the battle just now basically took place in the water, so they were not frightened.

When approaching, Renly was still a little worried that these horses would turn around and run away, or give him a hoof, so his steps seemed cautious, but he soon found that these horses seemed surprisingly docile.

Facing Renly approaching, one of the black horses even bowed his head and arched his arm.

So Renly let go of his hands and feet and began to search in the saddle bags on their backs.

Water bags filled with water, flint for making fire, oilcloth, leather armor and cotton clothes that had been removed due to the heat, bronze scale armor, antidote, tents and bedrolls...

Some basic rations for long-distance travel were almost all there, which made Renly feel pleasantly surprised that the clouds had finally cleared and the next thing he found was a printed letter written on silk, which made him think of a way to let them fish in troubled waters.

So he turned his head and looked at Rhaenys behind him, who was vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

"In fact, it's not impossible to follow this river, it depends on whether you have the courage."

Thanks to the book friends Geoduck in the Desert and xiaotang246 for the 100 rewards~