Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 232 Future and Past

"They are siblings, representing the eternal struggle, and also the first, between the ancient alien gods and R'hllor,"

Sarella continued, "In order to quell the conflict, Azor Ahai killed Nisha Nisha's brother."

However, the god of coldness who tempted him to fall did not die with him, thus failing to address the root of the problem.

Therefore, the struggle between ice and fire will continue in cycles, and the long night will once again descend upon the world.

“The God of Cold?” Samwell asked.

"Yes, Rahlo is formless and shapeless, but the goddess of cold manifests herself in a female body. According to records, her skin is as pale as the moon, her eyes are like blue stars, and her skin is as cold as ice."

She is an ancient alien god, also known as the God of Cold, who is essentially more like a condensed ice spirit.

She not only absorbs the cold to strengthen herself, but also absorbs the evil thoughts of the world and comes out to tempt others to fall and become puppets, namely the Night King.

This was true of Nissa Nissa's brother, and it was also true of Brendan Stark, the thirteenth Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

"Why is the Lord of Light formless and shapeless, while the ancient alien god has a physical form, and is even a woman?" Rahalo interjected.

"Light is eternal, while darkness is more like a result of light than a binary opposition, like a shadow."

Laresa explained, “Whatever you call her, the Other Goddess, the Goddess of Cold, she is essentially more like a condensed ice spirit that not only absorbs cold to grow stronger, but also absorbs evil thoughts.”

“Then,” Rahalo asked, “how can you guarantee that she won’t solidify again after we destroy her?”

"Your Majesty, don't you have a Valyrian steel sword called Ice?"
That sword is older than any recorded history. It is not ordinary Valyrian steel, but was forged by ancient people and given a unique mission from the moment it was created: to imprison the soul of a god.

The Stark family's mission is to kill the Cold God and use this sword to absorb his soul, sealing him away forever.

Laresa shrugged. "Unfortunately, the Stark ancestors did not clearly pass on this mission."

Laharo never expected that the sword he had seized from Eddard Stark would be used here.

"You mean, use that sword to absorb the soul of the Cold God, just like Azor Ahai absorbed the soul of Nisha Nisha Nisha?"

“Snap,” Laresa snapped his fingers. “That’s it! The longsword will continue to absorb the evil in the world, but it won’t go around, it won’t talk about it, and it certainly won’t tempt people to fall.”

“Then,” Rahalo said, “how shall we kill the God of Cold?”

"Now, she has amassed enough power to destroy the world; killing her in this era is virtually impossible."

However, Laresa changed the subject: "That's why we have to go back to the beginning of everything, when she had just exhausted her power to plunge the world into a long night, and she was in a long hibernation, which was when she was most vulnerable."

Only in that era can she be completely eradicated, and only then can the cycle of the long night truly end.

Lahalo's heart skipped a beat.

The words of the Scarlet Witch Kui Lizard resounded in his ears like thunder!

"To go north, you must go south; to reach the west, you must go east; to conquer a city, you must return home; to go to the future, you must return to the past."

Before defeating Braavos in the north, he forged a partnership with the Ries Rogers Bank in the south.

He returned to Vis Dothraki before attacking the Lannisters west of the Narrow Sea.

The strategy to break through the city was to take advantage of the animal characteristic of "swallows returning to their nests"—returning to their nests, going home!
that……

If it is for the sake of his loved ones, his children's future, and to completely eliminate the threat of the White Walkers, then he must return to the very source, to the moment when Azor Ahai fought against the first Night King, and kill that god of the cold.
Lajalo didn't hesitate; he knew he had to act immediately. With great power comes great responsibility, and he couldn't escape it.

He thanked Laresa and Sam, while Sam continued to peruse the books in his hands, trying to find more clues.

But Lahalo had already strode out of the Hall of a Thousand Candles, arrived in the square, summoned Migo, and soared into the sky.

This time, his target is Winterfell.

...

Migo arrived above Winterfell, where alarm bells rang. The guards raised their bows and arrows, but their weapons seemed so insignificant in the face of the dragon's overwhelming power.

Ignoring the chaos below, Rahalo steered Migo directly into the Sacred Tree Forest. His dragon claws crushed the snow, sending white powder flying everywhere.

The sacred trees here have been growing for over ten thousand years.

The dense trees formed a thick canopy around which the entire castle was built. In the center of the forest stood an ancient weirwood tree, rooted in a pool of black water, its trunk carved with faces that silently watched over every visitor.

Bran Stark was sitting under the tree when Laharo approached, and he slowly turned his head.

“I knew you were coming,” his voice was deep beyond his years, “I have seen you in the past and the future, Lajalo.”

Without a word, Rahalo walked to Bran's side and, in full view of everyone, hoisted him onto his shoulder. Migo let out a deep growl, flapped his wings, and carried Rahalo and Bran into the sky, heading straight for Castle Black in the north.

The guards were dumbfounded, and no one dared to stop them.

In less than half a day, Migo landed in the courtyard of Castle Black. The Night's Watch brothers stopped what they were doing and were shocked by the sudden sight.

Jon Snow rushed to the scene upon hearing the news, and when he saw Bran in Laharo's arms, a long-lost look of familial affection appeared on his face.

“Bran!” Jon’s voice trembled as he rushed forward and hugged him tightly.

Bran felt his brother's warmth and a smile appeared on his face. "Jon," he replied softly.

The brothers were reunited after a long separation. Although Bran was no longer the lively boy he once was, the bond of blood remained strong.

Lahalo gave them a moment of privacy, and then he saw a tall figure in a red robe emerge from the Black Castle.

Melisandre, the red-robed priestess with red hair and red eyes, and a ruby ​​gleaming in her throat, walked straight toward Rahalo, her face unusually calm.
“I have been waiting for you, Rahalo, Child of Light.” Melisandre’s eyes burned with passion. “This is the end of everything, and the beginning of everything.”

“I am not some Child of Light, you have mistaken me for someone else.” “Prophecy cannot be wrong. The thick smoke in the port of Pentos, the rebirth of the governor’s mansion, and the prophecy of fire have already proven all of this.”

Melisandre's prophetic abilities were not very reliable, so Laharo didn't continue the topic. Instead, he told Melisandre, Jon, and Bran all about his discoveries from Samwell and Laresa, as well as his conjectures about the nature of the Long Night.

"Our ancestor Brandon Stark was a traitor to humanity?" Jon Snow was stunned. "He was the sinner who caused the Long Night?"

“Winter is coming,” Bran dropped a bombshell, “This reminds us to stay vigilant and to be ready to kill the God of Winter. Unfortunately, none of us are capable of killing him at the moment.”

"Then what is the point of us being stationed in the north?"

Jon was utterly shocked. "I naively thought that as long as we had enough dragonglass, Valyrian steel, or dragonfire, we could crush the White Walker army in one fell swoop, just like the legends described. It turns out that this path is not feasible?"

“No,” said Rahalo, “resisting the White Walkers’ southward invasion is still necessary. I will send my most elite troops and the most advanced weapons to fight on the Wall, and I will issue a call to arms to the Seven Kingdoms. But I will not participate in this war directly, because I have more important tasks to complete.”

Melisandre shook her head, her red eyes flickering in the candlelight. "Even if you went back in time, you wouldn't be able to kill the God of Cold without a sword imbued with the power of the Lord of Light."

“Dragonglass and Valyrian steel can indeed kill them, can’t they?” Jon asked, thinking of his experience at Hardhome.

“Yes, Jon Snow,” Melisandre said. “Dragonglass and Valyrian steel can indeed kill White Walkers. But the God of the Cold cannot be killed by these things.”

“You tell me,” Rahalo looked at Bran, his eyes questioning. “Since you saw me in the past and in the future, you must have a way to send me back in time, and you must have a weapon that can kill the God of Cold, right?”

Bran said slowly, “What I see is only one of countless possibilities.” His voice carried a vicissitude beyond his years, “But to send another person back to such a distant era intact is beyond my capabilities.”

"But...?" Rahalo asked, anticipating his response.

“No buts. The First Long Night was an era filled with primal magical energy,” Bran explained. “To steadily project yourself into that moment, let alone traverse it with flesh and weapons, is virtually impossible.”

Bran's words made Laharo's heart sink.

Just then, Melisandre reached out and touched Rahalo's hand, but as soon as her palm touched his skin, she jerked back as if she had been electrocuted, a huge surprise flashing in her eyes.

“Bran the Green Prophet, you’re wrong! Sending Rahalo back to the ancient times is really possible!” she exclaimed excitedly. “By the Lord of Light, the Child of Light has been completely transformed by fire magic!”

"What do you mean?" Rahalo asked, puzzled.

"Normally, the physical body cannot withstand the impact of the torrent of time and would be torn to pieces during the journey. However, Rahalo's body has been reshaped by Rahalo's sacred fire, and his flesh and blood possess qualities beyond those of ordinary people. He can use flames to reshape his physical body in the torrent of time, allowing him to safely travel to that era!"

Lahalo remembered that during the fire at the Governor's Mansion in Pentos, the book he obtained from the Silent One had merged into his body when he was injured and on the verge of death. This allowed him to subtly manipulate the direction of the flames, but he did not discover any other abilities.

But unexpectedly, this power could become the key to time travel?

“If that’s the case,” Bran nodded, “then I can give it a try.”

“Then let’s begin preparations,” Rahalo said. “What kind of ceremony do we need to hold?”

Melisandre and Bran exchanged a glance, both seeing the same determination in each other's eyes.

“You must understand,” Bran said, “that time travel comes at a tremendous cost. Not only will it consume a tremendous amount of life force, but once it begins, there is no turning back. More importantly, altering the past can have unpredictable consequences, so you must proceed with extreme caution.”

Lahalo paused for a moment, then said firmly, "If we don't try this time, my family will die, we will all die. I'm not interested in saving the world, but I can't trust someone else with my family's lives."

“The ceremony will be held in three days,” Bran said. “Under the weirwood tree, with the Old Gods as witnesses. You will embark on a path never before trodden, to rewrite history and save the future.”

“At the same time,” Bran added, “you need to be prepared. You’re going to see more than just history, where the concepts of good and evil are just beginning to take shape, and the war between light and darkness has no set end. If you fail, the world won’t be the way it is today.”

Lajalo nodded. He was about to embark on a path never before trodden, to rewrite history and save the future.

But before that, he had to go back and see Daenerys.

Time travel is fraught with uncertainty. If he cannot return, gets lost in the river of time, or dies at the hands of the Cold God's followers, he will never see his loved ones again.

...

King's Landing, the Iron Throne Hall.

“Even if time travel is possible,” Daenerys said, “what would be the cost? If we go to ancient times, how would we know you could come back?”

Garland stared at Rahalo: "Excuse my bluntness, but if you leave, who will lead the war against the Night King?"

“Moreover,” Zheko added, “more than 100,000 Slark warriors and your Dragon Migo all obey your orders. Without you, our morale would be greatly diminished.”

“Isn’t there any other choice?” Margaery asked. “If we concentrate all our forces at the Wall and fight the White Walkers to the death, perhaps we can defeat the Night King?”

Prince Oberyn nodded in agreement: "The army of Dorne is ready to march north. With the strength of the Reach and other territories, we are not without a chance of victory."

Lajalo looked at the women he loved so deeply. Reason told him that time travel was the only way to eradicate the Long Night once and for all. But his emotions cried out, "Don't leave them! Don't risk losing everything!"

"Give me some time to think it over," he finally said, rubbing his temples.

That evening, Rahallo stood alone atop the Tower of the Hand, overlooking the myriad lights of King's Landing. Daenerys climbed up the tower and stood quietly beside him.

“You’ve already made up your mind, haven’t you?” she said softly.

Rahalo didn't answer. He embraced her, feeling her warmth and his heartbeat.

“If there were any other way, I would never choose to leave you, but we are not facing an ordinary enemy. Conventional means of warfare, even dragon fire and cannons, can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. As long as the power of the followers of the Cold God continues to influence the world, the long night will return time and time again.”

“Then let it return,” Daenerys said resolutely, grasping Rahalo’s hand. “At least we can face it together.”

Rahalo looked at her. "If I don't do this, I'll regret my decision later. Many of us will die—you, Margaret, Nymeria, everyone could die. I can't just stand by and watch it happen."

Daenerys closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I know you're right. But that doesn't mean I'm not afraid of losing you."

They embraced and made what might be their final vow under the starry sky.

(End of this chapter)