Vilgefortz was born in the Roggeveen region of the Kovir Kingdom. The date of birth is unknown .His parents were both warlocks. He was abandoned after birth, and then adopted by the Druid Order. They traveled together in the Northern Kingdoms. When becoming adult, he worked for the Mercenary Corps and gradually understood the method of manipulating the magic power of chaos. It took only a few decades to become one of the five members of the Warlock Council. In the First Northern War, he led the Brotherhood of Warlocks to annihilate the Imperial Army at the Battle of Sodden Mountain, and facilitated the post-war peace negotiations between the North and the South. However, he disappeared without a trace in the Thanedd Island coup a few years later. Afterwards, the northern Kingdoms declared him a traitor, and the empire deliberately erased his name in publicity. It was not until the reign of Emperor John Calvert that his reputation was restored .

——Volume 5 of "The World's Largest Encyclopedia" by Effenberg and Talbot

I watched the little girl with silver-gray hair, like a young swift with a nimble body, jump into the tallest tower of Thanedd Island in the slanted shadow of the sun.

At that moment, the suppressed desire in my body suddenly exploded, almost bursting my heart. The longing I had been chasing for a long time was close at hand, within reach - but I still held back the spell that was about to be blurted out, and a slender hard stick appeared in my palm, just because there was a witcher chasing after me.

Does she really know where that is? Tor Laura Tower, or the top floor of the Seagull Tower, is the location of the famous Benavante Portal. After the elves left here, even outstanding warlocks like Geoffrey Monk and Nina Fioravanti failed to pry into its mysteries. I have always been cautious when researching this highly volatile elf creation, but everything changed after the owner of the damned elder blood, ah, the Cintra lion cub, Ciri, recklessly broke into this portal which fourth level magic cannot activate——

Everything that came after that was earth-shaking for me. It can't be said to be good or bad, except that the mystery of the elder blood can attract me, and apart from the benefits and value it brings, everything is neutral, pitiful and meaningless. Except for the pain, of course, which I loathed but got used to, only this time to the point where I almost hated it.

Before I get to the other fantasy territory I'm about to enter, I want to talk about the cub's obsessive adoptive father. Geralt of Rivia is a bloody, powerful, but still reckless and ignorant monster hunter. Perhaps he is already a veteran as a monster hunter, and he is the pride of a monster hunter, but compared to the long years that a mage has, he is just a child with a sword. He is still too young to mistake the reflection in the lake for the sky full of stars.

After the white wolf stared at his eyes that attracted countless sorceresses, and fell down because the leg bones were smashed by the stick, the yellow cat-like pupils waited for me angrily and I didn't even have time to taunt him, I could only sneer, and then hurriedly chased after the bold girl.

I can't even imagine the consequences if she touches and triggers the portal, not to mention whether she will die due to the strong magic vibration. If the portal is really opened, everything is unspeakably unknown.

And things always happen so quickly - whenever people make the worst prediction, it always seems to come true, at least for me it has become an axiom of the world here. Good luck rarely favors me. I always rely on the experience and strength I have gained through difficult journeys to fulfill my great ideals, or ambitions. The moment I climbed to the top floor as fast as I could, and finally caught sight of that little figure, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon twisted her childish petite body, and fell into the huge portal that suddenly burst into light. I could even see the ancient lines on the door frames on both sides burst into flames. It was the elves cursing and snickering me in a low voice.

At the moment when the door was shaken violently , I quickly plunged into the treacherous ball of light .

The next moment, I was in the noisy crowd, and when I looked up, I saw a huge black dome, and a red three-headed dragon on a black banner hanging high on the wall. Most of the people around were wearing silk, they should be some noble lords. Suddenly, on the throne in the middle of the hall, a white-haired old man, wearing a golden crown inlaid with multicolored gemstones, announced in a calm and tired voice: "Please be quiet. Next, I, the orthodox king of the Iron Throne, Jaehaerys of House Targaryen,first of this name, will announce the resolution of the Great Council of Harrenhal." The surging crowd immediately calmed down. "The first heir to the Iron throne is... the eldest son of Baelon the brave , Viserys prince !"All of a sudden, it boiled up again, and they shouted "Young King!" In the sound wave, I noticed that the couple closest to the throne showed a satisfied smile and kissed together. They both have the same silver hair and purple eyes as the king, and they should be the next king and queen.

Everything around me suddenly blurred, and when it became clear again, I had arrived in another gorgeous palace. It seemed that a family banquet was about to begin, and the long table in front of me was already full of people, so I had no choice but to use magic to hide my body. The one sitting in the center of the long table should be regarded as King Viserys. He was obviously old, Jaehaerys' crown was still on his head, and the half of his face not covered by the mask was already covered with wounds and wrinkles. A man and a woman closest to his left also had silver hair and purple eyes, dressed in the same red and black dresses as the king, and each held a baby in arms. The lady closest to him on the right has black hair, and all the people sitting on the right are dressed in green clothes, even though two of them have standard Targaryen looks, the strange thing is that one of them has a blindfold on one eye. What's even weirder is that the three teenagers on the left are all brown-haired, brown-eyed and snub-nosed, and they don't look like Targaryens at all . At this moment, the king stood up tremblingly, "This seems to be a time for celebration. Our family: my daughter Rhaenyra, she and the late Ser Laenor 's three sons Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey, she and my brother Daemon's sons Aegon and Viserys, as well as my wife Alicent, her two sons: Aegon and Aemond, it is rare to be together today. I want to express my guilt first. During my past reign, I was too obsessed with the welcome and flattery of the banquet, and neglected my responsibilities to the family, so that the people closest to me were divided into different camps on two sides of me." At this point, he took off the gold mask, revealing the other half of his face: one eyeball disappeared, and through the hole in the cheek, teeth、muscles, and veins could be seen, "I'm afraid I won't be able to rule the kingdom for a long time, and I will soon be reunited with my beloved Emma Arryn in heaven, so I hope you can toast each other today for me, an old man who loves you all, and laugh heartily to eliminate the long-standing grudges and grudges..." After saying that, he slumped on the chair. Everyone did as he expected, exchanging glasses and talking and laughing happily. But after I read their minds, I found that under this happy scene, there was actually an undercurrent of hatred and anger.

Time and space changed again, and I came to a meeting room, where the magic of invisibility had not faded, so I walked into the room, and saw eight people sitting next to each other, surrounded by several white-clothed and white-armored guards, and the one in the center was the Queen Allison, "My husband passed away last night. Before he died, he dictated his will on the bed, and he wanted his eldest son Aegon to inherit the throne." The other six people were silent after listening to it, it was obvious that they had already been working together. But an old man started to slap the case, "This is a betrayal, the Immortal King had already made Princess Rhaenyra, the eldest daughter as the heir, and the lords of the whole country have vowed allegiance to her. Have you all forgotten the sacred oath you made?" He was naturally attacked after speaking, but he was not timid at all, and fought for it, until the guards behind him were a little impatient, and cut his throat with a dagger...

Suddenly, I crossed from the meeting room to an unfamiliar pier. The city in the distance was in flames and killing sounds. I saw Princess Rhaenyra with a child, who should be the prince she hugged at the banquet, rushing towards a merchant ship, but was stopped by the sailors out of the ship. asking for the fare. But She who seemed to have lost her power couldn't afford it. She could only tearfully take off the crown on her head as a mortgage. I let out a sigh for yet another usurper success like the coup d'état during Fergus, just wondering if the boy will ever take back the throne like Emhyr var Emreis did.

The gods, as if they knew what I was thinking, sent me directly to a wedding site. Although the site was very simply decorated, most of the guests were still elegant and well-dressed, revealing that the status of the people getting married was unusual. Suddenly, there was a cry of "The King has arrived", and everyone got down on one knee to greet him. I followed the source of the sound and saw the prince, who had grown from a boy into a majestic young king, still wearing the crown handed down from Jaehaerys I, with silver hair as light as white, and purple pupils as dark as black, sitting in the centre of the room, and gesturing for everyone to get up and do what they were told. He nodded to the newlywed man and woman, but did not have a smile, did not raise a cup to drink, it seems that his experience is more difficult and painful compared to Emhyr . Then I looked at the groom and the bride, a glance that made me as dumbfounded as a puppet with broken strings, the bride's white hair and green pupils stood out among the silver hair and purple pupils, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon! My Holy Grail, there you are!

But as I was filled with excitement and wanted to rush up and take her away, all of these sights disappeared before my eyes, the sound of an explosion so violent that it almost deafened my eardrums broke right through my body, the air was instantly silent, but the pain that hit me with it made one yell out, and it even felt as if half of my body had already been torn apart with the explosion, and the Shield of Azure that was hastily cast only slowed down the aftershock that followed, but the initial shock had already caused irreparable damage to my body.

I didn't know where I was at all, my eye sockets were covered with thick and fishy plasma, and the familiar smell disgusted me to the extreme, but soon I couldn't feel it—a cold air surrounded me layer by layer from the unknown world outside, and I seemed to be floating in the air in an unknown area, accompanied by the roar of the air current that shook again, and fell heavily uncontrollably.

I cast myself a protective spell as best I could before passing out, which took nearly all my energy. However, all the unknowns around me at this time are nothing compared to the almost painful coldness in my heart after being at a loss: Have I failed?

There is no doubt that I was seriously injured by my arrogance and recklessness. There was no way I could have held the touched Benavente portal in a matter of seconds, not even Emmanuel Benavente and Nina Fioravanti —and the girl was damn lucky to get inside the door intact before it exploded .

I only recalled the explosion carefully afterward. When the portal rarely works, after passing through a Ciri, it can no longer accept a wizard with powerful magic power like me.

It's still kind of useful, though, after all it brought me here.

The most fortunate thing is that I am not dead, and Ciri is still alive , and I am still on the road to success. No matter when and where that little girl is ... I am determined to get the elder blood.

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Southeast of Westeros mainland, Blackwater Bay, Driftmark Island.

The glow was like a breathing dragon flame, burning from one side of the sky , like magma about to erupt, galloping wildly to the other side of the sea, dyeing the whole sky a blood- red color.

King's Landing is on the west bank of the sea in front of Baela Targaryen. The dark tide is raging in Blackwater Bay at the moment, and the sea water never stops its own rhythm, slapping the land under her feet all the time, flowing over the seaside reefs passing by, and making continuous water hammering sounds .

The little girl with silver hair chose to go out for a walk alone, and when her grandmother Rhaenys, who had just returned from Dragonstone Island, asked caringly after dinner, she showed a gentle smile, "I want to walk alone."

And she soon faced the fireworks and stepped onto the rocky shore where she once greeted her dead relatives. Climbing up to that hard but slippery headland again, the waves occasionally hit its lower end, splashing part of the seawater on its flat rock face. Baela felt that the corners of her black skirt were wet, but she pursed her lips and still walked forward unwaveringly until she stood at the very edge.

The night had not yet completely fallen, but the Black Water Bay seemed to be extremely turbulent tonight, just like Baela's mind that couldn't be calmed down at the moment. After learning that Lucerys had died, she knew why she was inexplicably flustered in those few days. Her premonition always seems to bring some undeterminable variables that will change things completely. At this moment, hovering on the shore of the driftmark island she is familiar with, the rich purple clouds dyed her hair an ominous color. The fact that her mother's sarcophagus was buried under the reef at the family's sea burial site did not bring any temporary peace to her racing heart.

What is coming? After Lucerys left them, what will happen to make everyone fall into the haze again?

Baela took a deep breath and covered her chest with her hands. She yearns for spiritual comfort, but the dark clouds always hover over her heart.

She knows that everything she has now will change drastically, and the bloody and brutal political struggle has been kicked off by the death of two children. After the death of Lucerys, the despair and fierceness that made Baela feel desolate overflowed from Rhaenyra Targaryen as a mother, almost flooding the entire meeting hall of Dragonstone .

What would a desperate mother do? After the black party meeting , the dispute between the two parties has been completely put on the table, and the dragons they possess will be put into the battlefield as the most powerful weapons. Baela can't beg anyone to stop their fighting. The deep crisis ahead is not only about personal power struggles, but the interests of the entire party, and the lives of countless family members behind them.

Baela doesn't expect anything, not even victory—people need to pay the most to win a war, but she only prays—in this sea burial place, under the magnificent sun, facing the cold and wet sea breeze of Blackwater Bay, she stands on the shore of the reef—the people she cherishes can survive .

She doesn't want to hear any more bad news. A cruel death will deprive the hope of those who survive. Her hope has changed from tranquility to uneasy numbness. Baela didn't want any dragons to fly and fight.

The girl with the blood of Targaryen and Velaryon raised her head, her beautiful eyes squinted into a line, looking at the evening clouds that gradually became as bright as a pile of golden mountains, and the layered sky of deep red, rhyme purple, rich brown and platinum was like the palette of the best painter, and in the slow flow, a cloud suddenly stirred up, gradually forming a vortex, and Baela immediately widened her eyes. The illusion——but the violent sound that followed woke her up with a loud bang.

Like a skyrocketing firework, a burst of crystal clear blue flame suddenly erupted in the vortex, and the firework rolled into a huge or finely divided fireball, which suddenly expanded in the sky, dyeing one side of the cloud wing blue in just a few seconds .

"Oh, seven!" Baela almost couldn't stand upright, she took two steps back, unable to believe her eyes.

And she really began to doubt her delusion very soon, but she faintly felt that the uneasiness in her heart seemed to predict exactly what was coming—maybe not bad, all in all, it was challenging, unknown and could change the pattern.

The clouds were stirred into a vortex by a strange force, and then burst into a burst of faint blue light, like a huge hot fireball bursting, and quickly disappeared from Baela's eyes as if nothing had happened at all. The little girl really raised her hand this time and rubbed her eyes. If it wasn't for the explosion just now, she would have thought that she was hallucinating because of missing or worrying!

But she did see something, and something must have happened, and Baela was sure that what she had just seen must be something important, something that would change where they were now, whatever it was—dragons, politics, the situation in war.

When she thought of this, she immediately got up in a hurry, and ran back with her skirt in her hand , she had to go back and tell Rhaenys!

If Grandma thought she was joking, or had a weird dream—damn it, she would be begging her to take it seriously!

Baela's intuition almost screamed in her heart .