Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 237 End of the play
The wind and snow were like knives, cutting painfully onto my face.

Arya Stark sat atop the Wall, her black cloak fluttering in the cold wind. She clutched the Valyrian steel sword Longclaw, its hilt adorned with a white wolf's head covered in snowflakes.

At sixteen, Lord Commander is the second youngest in the history of the Night's Watch, the first being fifteen-year-old Jon Snow, her deceased brother.

She gazed at the northern wasteland, once a land of death, now a vast expanse of white snow. The White Walkers were gone forever, and the long night would never return.

"Commander-in-Chief."

A voice sounded behind her, interrupting her thoughts, but she didn't turn around. "What is it, Eddie?"

Snowflakes fell from Eddie's somber black coat. "The recruits are ready. They await your oath-taking ceremony at Black Castle."

"how many people?"

"Seven," Eddie said with a hint of helplessness. "Fewer each year."

Arya chuckled softly, "Without the threat of the White Walkers, who would want to come here to suffer?"

She stood up and followed Eddie down the Great Wall, her leather boots making a crisp sound as they stepped on the ground.

Seven boys stood in a row in Black Castle Square.

The oldest was no more than sixteen years old, and the youngest looked only thirteen or fourteen. They were all illegitimate children from their respective families, dressed in brand-new black clothes, standing nervously in front of the Heart Tree.

“I am Arya Stark, the 999th Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch.” Arya’s voice echoed across the plaza. “From this moment on, you are the Black Brothers who protect the Kingdom.”

The youngest boy's voice trembled, "Commander-in-Chief, are we really destined to never get married?"

The other boys also looked at her with expectant eyes.

Arya was silent for a moment. "Recite the oath after me."

She took a deep breath and began to recite the vow she had repeated countless times:

"The long night is coming, my watch begins, and will not end until death."

Seven young voices echoed, "The long night is coming, my watch begins, and will not end until death."

"I will not marry, nor will I have land or children."

Arya paused at this point.

She remembered someone.

I remembered those obsidian-like eyes, and his mischievous smile.

If she hadn't met him, hadn't been his maid, she might have fallen in love with someone else, married and had children, and lived an ordinary life.

But she met him.

The man who saved the world, the hero who sacrificed himself for everyone.

He fell into a deep sleep eight thousand years ago, and she will stay here to watch over him.

“I will not wear a crown, nor will I vie for glory.” Arya’s voice was even more resolute than before.

"I will do my duty faithfully, even unto death."

"I am the sword in the darkness, the guardian of the Great Wall."

"I am the fire that wards off the cold, the light that breaks the dawn, the horn that awakens the slumbering, and the shield that guards the kingdom."

Arya closed her eyes, tears welling up in the corners.

She seemed to see Lahalo's figure.

Daenerys went to find him; perhaps she could awaken him, perhaps they would be reunited.

And she will wait here, like the Night's Watch guarding the Wall, to protect the love in her heart.

"I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and for all the nights to come."

After the oath was sworn, the seven boys became the Night's Watch.

After the ceremony, she left the Black Castle, climbed the Great Wall again, and gazed into the distance.

Night fell, and the sky was filled with stars.

...

Winterfell, the Sacred Woods.

The ancient weirwood stands silently, its red leaves like blood. On the white trunk, an ancient face silently watches what is happening.

Nymeria grabbed Bran Stark by the collar and shook him violently.

"No matter where Lahallo is, you have to send me there!" she gritted her teeth.

Bran's wheelchair shook violently, and his eyes began to roll back, not because he was about to enter the Green Vision, but because he was almost fainting.

“Nameria…slow down…” Bran said with difficulty.

"I don't care!" Nymeria's eyes burned with fury. "I want to see him! Why is he hiding from me!"

“He wasn’t avoiding you…” Bran almost threw up.

She remembered the news of Daenerys's disappearance.

It's been three years. Lajalo has been gone for three years!
But she never got to see him!
"You can take me there!" Nymeria kept shaking Bran. "I need to see him! Right now!"

Bran's eyes rolled back again, this time not from fainting, but from activating his Green Vision. He knew he couldn't refuse this angry Dornish woman.

“You might die, and you’ll regret it,” he warned.

"I regret it!" Nymeria released him. "I regret not coming to find you sooner!"

Bran breathed a sigh of relief, reached out, and placed his hand on Nymeria's forehead.

"look into my eyes."

Namelia did as she was told, her milky white eyes drawing her in like an abyss.

The world began to spin.

The sacred forest has disappeared.

Bran also disappeared.

Everything is gone.

When Nymeria opened her eyes again, everything blurred before her eyes, and she found herself in a strange place.

...

1024AC, Royal Naval College, Braavos.

Sunlight streamed into the classroom through tall glass windows, where hundreds of students sat in the modern lecture hall.

They were wearing matching reserve officer uniforms and holding tablets, taking notes.

A beautiful female professor stood on the podium.

Her long, silver-gold hair was tied up in a bun with a ribbon, and her violet eyes sparkled behind her black-rimmed glasses. She wore a well-tailored office lady suit, exuding elegance and an intellectual beauty.

"The period of the Blood Dragon Dance was the darkest era in the history of this dynasty." Her voice was clear and crisp. "This civil war lasted for three years, from 129 AC to 131 AC."

“The Tyrell family of the Reach played a significant role in this war,” the professor continued. “They initially supported Princess Rhaenyra, but later switched their support to Aegon II.”

She turned around and wrote a few keywords on the electronic whiteboard.

"The history of House Tyrell dates back to before the Wars of Conquest. They were originally stewards of the Gardener King, serving the Reach for generations. When Aegon the Conqueror arrived, Harlan Tyrell surrendered Highgarden in exchange for the right to rule the Reach."

A young male student in the audience raised his hand. "Professor, what are the specific reasons for the Tyrell family's change of stance during the Dance of the Dragons?"

The female professor adjusted her glasses. "A very good question. The main reason is political considerations. After Rhaenyra lost power, the Tyrell family, in order to protect their own interests, chose the side that seemed more likely to win."

She paused, then continued, "This kind of political opportunism was common in those times. Family survival was more important than loyalty."

The bell rang, and as she watched the students pack up, she reminded them, "Remember to submit your report on the history of the Dothraki War!"

At this moment, the male student who had asked the question walked to the front of the class. He had short, curly brown hair, a handsome face, and looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

“Professor, I have another question,” he said politely. “Regarding Garan Tyrell, my ancestors’ records indicate that he eventually renounced his faith in the Seven. But the House’s records say that he remained a follower of the Seven. Which one is correct?”

The female professor looked at his brown curly hair and her heart skipped a beat.

"what is your name?"

“My name is Edmund Tyrell,” the male student said proudly. “The twenty-ninth generation descendant of Garland Tyrell.”

“Interesting.” She smiled. “Family records are often more accurate than official historical records. Perhaps your ancestors did indeed abandon their faith.”

After watching Edmund leave, the female professor lowered her head and began tidying up her lecture notes.

Just then, a tall figure appeared at the doorway. The flow of people coming out parted to make way for him. He was dressed in a well-fitting suit, and his obsidian-like eyes were full of love.

The female students passed by him, covering their mouths and giggling, whispering among themselves.

"Are Professor Dani and her husband really that loving? He picks her up from get off work every day, making us single people so jealous!"

"Did you know? They live in that old house with the red gate in the city center. The property prices there are incredibly high!"

"Honey, get out of class is over?" The man's voice was magnetic as he kept turning around to look at the male student who had just asked the question.

"Look like?"

"picture!"

“Those are Garan’s descendants.”

The female professor took off her glasses, gave him a stunning smile, smoothed the stray hairs on his forehead, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Missing him?"

A flicker of longing crossed the man's eyes. "Yes. Seven hundred years. I miss Garan, I miss Margaret, I miss all of them."

Dani tiptoed and gently kissed his cheek.
"We will see them again, in the embrace of the gods."

Then they embraced, their love remaining as strong as a first love, even after nine thousand years.

Outside, the sun is shining just right.

...

Beneath Nymeria's feet lay hard, cold stone, smoother and flatter than the floor of any castle.

She looked up and was nearly stunned by the sight before her. The enormous stone tower pierced the sky, ten times taller than the tallest tower in King's Landing!
With a surface as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the sky, these towers are densely packed together, like a steel forest built by giants.

"Where is this?" Nymeria's mouth was big enough to fit a fist. "Who could have built such a tall building?"

A deafening roar came from all directions, and she looked around, almost scared out of her wits.

Countless enormous metal monsters were galloping along the stone road!

They have no legs, yet they can move incredibly fast. Their eyes emit a blinding white light, and there are even people trapped inside the monsters' bellies!
"Could this be the seventh level of hell?" She was startled, then suddenly realized, "Yes, Rahalo is such a bastard, he really deserves to go to hell!"

He instinctively reached for his waist, but found he hadn't brought a dagger.

Looking around, she saw people on the street dressed in strange clothes she had never seen before. The men were wrapped in tight black or gray cloth armor, with colorful strips of cloth tied around their necks, and carrying leather bags.

She pursed her lips, seemingly offering little protection.

The women were even more outrageous, their skirts so short they almost exposed their buttocks, making them more revealing than even the most promiscuous Dornish women!

Outrageous!

What shocked her even more was that these people did not look like slaves. They stood tall and proud, looking calm and even chatting and laughing.

What the hell is going on here?
Nymeria looked down at herself, wearing a long golden silk robe with a colorful ribbon inlaid with jewels tied around her waist.

This outfit is worth at least a few gold dragons.

But passersby stopped and stared at her, as if she were some kind of freak. Some even took out small, glowing boxes and pointed them at her, making a clicking sound.

"Are they casting magic?"

She strode forward, snatched a small box from a fat man's hand, threw it on the ground and stomped on it a few times. She heard howling and screaming all around her, but her gaze was then drawn to a huge, transparent wall.

Behind the wall was a black square panel facing the street, and there were living people talking inside!
"The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of Westeros and Essos announced a new immigration policy today..."

"King Arthur XIX will marry Princess Idu early next month..."

Nymeria stared wide-eyed as the scene kept changing. The little people disappeared, and new little people appeared, talking in words she couldn't understand.

"Stock market celebrates its biggest gain this year..."

"International capital inflows, soaring exchange rates..."

But Nymeria didn't have time to ponder the meaning of these words. Bran had promised to take her to find Laharo, and since he had brought her here, Laharo must be nearby.

No matter where he is, she will find him!
She grabbed a man next to her by the collar; at least he looked somewhat normal dressed.

Have you seen Lahalo?

"Cosplay?"

The man looked her up and down, gave her a knowing look, and pointed to a huge sign across the street that was flashing an eerie light. "It's right there."

Namelia looked in the direction he was pointing. The glowing sign read "Internet Cafe," but she didn't know what it meant.

As for fishing spots, who cares, as long as we can find Lahalo.

She walked quickly toward that place and pushed open the door.

It's not a fishing spot.

The hall was somewhat dimly lit, with dozens of glowing square panels neatly arranged in several rows, but there weren't many people there.

These people stared intently at the square board in front of them, their fingers tapping rapidly on a small board, their movements so nimble they were almost as fast as hers.

"welcome!"

A young man wearing a vest walked over with a professional smile on his face.

What service do you need?

“Service? Are you a slave?” Nymeria asked directly. “Where is Rahalo?”

The young man was stunned for a moment, then looked like he had just eaten shit. He let out a long sigh, calmed down, and then put on a smile again.

"Lahalo? Yes! Please have a seat here!"

"He really knew Lahallo!"

Nymeria's heart pounded, filled with excitement and a touch of shyness. She silently followed the young man to a glowing square panel.

"You're here to play A Song of Ice and Fire Online, right?"

"A Song of Ice and Fire? What a lousy name."

Namelia sat in the chair, looking confused.

The chair could spin, and she spun it around a few times, which reminded her of Bran.

Oh no, I feel a little nauseous, but she didn't care. She pointed to the glowing surface and asked.

"Is Lahalo in here? How do I rescue him?"

“Saving him is the last hurdle; you now need to start leveling up from the starting village.” The slave skillfully manipulated a small mouse-shaped object, and the image on the glowing panel began to change. “Look…”

Suddenly, a row of tiny human heads appeared on the screen. Nymeria stopped breathing.

"Rahalo!"

Tears welled in her eyes as she excitedly pointed to one of the profile pictures. That face, those eyes, that head of black hair—though young and incredibly ugly—was absolutely the man she had been longing for!

But the next second, she discovered something even more shocking!

The other profile picture was clearly her own face!
Although she was small, her curvaceous figure, snow-white skin, beautiful black braids, sexy cheekbones, and full lips made it clear that it was definitely her!
Although he's not as good-looking as he is in real life.

"Nameria?"

“Yes, Nymeria Shad is also a popular choice. Which one would you like to choose?” the slave said.

Without hesitation, Namelia poked Lahalo's head with her finger, and the scene changed again, showing Lahalo standing on the grassland!

"Gods above, he has come back to life!"

The slave placed the rat-shaped object in her hand. She used it casually and quickly learned how; it wasn't difficult. She pushed the rat, and Rahalo started running. She pressed it again, and he swung his fist!

“I can control him! It’s amazing!” She excitedly pulled the slave over and stuffed a golden dragon into his palm. “Quickly! Send Rahalo to find Nymeria!”

The slave took the gold coins, his hand trembled so much he almost dropped them, and then tears welled up in his eyes.

"This, this is a golden dragon? An antique from a thousand years ago?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up," Nymeria said impatiently.

The slave seemed excited and began to speak eloquently, "Rahalo has to spend seven days forging a scimitar. It's a tough start, but it gets more and more fun as it goes on."
The game developers actually wanted to subtly reveal Rahalo's identity as the Lightbringer.

"You need to find Miri to get the quest first, then kill the mini-boss Drogo before you can go find Nymeria. She can assign all sorts of quests to Laharo..."

Nameria watched as Laharo, in the glowing panel, ran up to little Nameria, and then little Nameria began to give him orders.

"Wait, I can actually issue missions to Laharo?"

An unprecedented pleasure surged through me!
In reality, she could only do this and that for him, and wait for him, miss him, and worry about him. But here, she could make him do anything!

"Let him have her!"

"Miss, I'm sorry, this is a legitimate internet cafe," the slave said awkwardly.

The light panel excited her a lot; even though she couldn't go on it, it was still quite interesting.

Unfortunately, she could never kill her opponent. Lahalo died and was resurrected. In the end, she felt sorry for him and lost her temper.

"Rahalo, you come out here!" Nymeria angrily threw the rat aside and smashed the tablet with a chair!
Debris flew everywhere!

The slave was terrified and tried to pull her away.

"Get out of my way!" She shoved him away with such force that the slave's head hit the wall.

The slave scratched his head, grimaced, and then took out a small box and put it on his ear.

"Hello? Is this 110?"

Then, several men dressed in strange black uniforms surrounded her. She fought off a few, but then more men in black rushed in, spraying her with poison mist and firing lightning at her.

Nymeria was fearless; she was a warrior, she was the Sand Serpent, the Martell family—unyielding!
...

Lindong Municipal Public Security Bureau, Shenmulin Branch.

Namelia sat in the cold iron cage, legs crossed, toes hooked on her sandals, a look of disdain on her face.

Three women lay on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen, too afraid to move.

A short while later, footsteps approached, and a woman in a black uniform walked to the iron cage and took out a key.

“Nameria Shad?” she said as she opened the door. “Someone has bailed you out.”

"Bail?" Nymeria crossed her arms and scoffed. "You kidnapped me, but you're not paying a ransom!"

The woman in black rolled her eyes at her, but she still followed the woman out of the dungeon and into the hall.

then,

Then she saw the figure that haunted her dreams.

He stood there, smiling at her.

All the strength and pride collapsed at this moment, and all the grievances and longings surged out like a flood breaking through a dam.

She ran to him, threw herself into his arms, and nothing else mattered.

She finally found him.

We'll never be apart!

...

Note: According to unofficial historical records, the Valyrian Empire was destroyed because miners accidentally unearthed Lahalo beneath the Fourteen Fire Peaks.

He was still half asleep and couldn't stop.

He regrets it.

(End of this chapter)