The heat that enveloped the battlefield has been swept away, replaced by howling winds.

The infantry phalanx under the city was erased one by one out of thin air, and everyone's eyes widened, looking at the terrifying scene in the distance in horror.

A huge black column with a thickness of 100 meters went straight to the black clouds above the battlefield, pierced between the sky and the earth, and was moving slowly.

The entire sky was slowly rotating around the storm, like a bowl of black water being stirred up, making one dizzy at a glance.

Where the storm meets the ground is a cloud of dust that seems to have solidified. It is the sand, rocks and muddy water swept by the strong wind, like a slowly rotating millstone, mercilessly crushing the army of the hand of king.

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A few days later, the little nun hurriedly got to the front of the crowd, stood on tiptoe and set her sights on the main road, a pair of knights with the emblem of the Velaryon family on their armor were escorting the coffin covered with quarter flags,and slowly rode towards the gate. "She lived bravely and died in blood and fire." This is the evaluation of Queen who never was in later history books. At the end of the line was Vilgefortz and the sad-faced Corlys Velaryon "Seasnake" . When they passed by, there was a burst of shouts among the crowd who were still mourning for the Queen who never was: "Seven-blesseed! " , " Miracle-maker!" But Vilgefortz didn't stop and continued riding to go out of the gates and go to the coast. There is a fleet from Hightide, and among them is the Seasnake, the flagship of Lord Corlys .

Along the way, Vilgefortz has been carefully looking at the earl. Although he also has silver hair and purple eyes, his skin is obviously darker and rougher than other nobles. The hand holding the rein is full of signs of age, showing that the old man may have been sailing for a long time in the past, suffering from sun exposure and sea water erosion. The old earl's eyes swept to the land outside the city. There were still human body stumps everywhere, and the abandoned military flag lay quietly in the mud. This terrifying sight surprised even the well-informed old man. The two rode to the beach silently, and saw the magnificent Seasnake at a glance.

Unexpectedly, after the fleet set sail, Earl Corlys summoned him in the captain's room, " Thank you for everything you have done for the kingdom, but I hope you can answer my next few questions honestly, One of them was even requested by the Queen. " Vilgefortz smiled helplessly, " Please start ,my lord."

"First of all, can you be sure that your magic caused damage to Vhagar, the biggest dragon?" "No, it flew away with the rider in advance." Vilgefortz felt that the count knew why, obviously Checking his honesty, because he had read mind-reading that Blacks had learned from the informant in the gold cloaks that the king, his brother and the damned dragon were all back in King's Landing safely. Corlys nodded in satisfaction, " Next question, lord Staunton told me that you volunteered to deal with the other two dragons, but how did you do it in such a short time ? " Two small items were pulled out of Vilgefortz's pocket , which looked like harmless handicrafts. But the Earl took a closer look, and found that they were exactly the same as the two dragons in shape, but they were greatly shrunk, and those details didn't look like they could be processed by hand. "I used artifact compression to shrink two dragons down to these two objects." "Well, this is...very shocking. So I'm going to ask the most important question - and this is also what the Queen wants to ask – Who are you? Where did you come from? Why did you come here? Stop telling me you're just a merchant. I'm not like farmers who believe in miracles. I've taken 9 great voyages. As far as I know, Not even a shadowbinder from Asshai can use magic like that. " "Well, I can swear to the gods that everything I say next is true," thought Vilgefortz . He also thought that since warlocks are all atheists anyway, this oath does not have practical meaning, " I am a mage from another world, and I came to this continent because I want to find my daughter Ciri... "

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The heat had woken her and seared her skin like hot irons in a torturer's hands.

Ciri's head couldn't move, as if it was fixed by something. She raised her head desperately, and then wailed in pain as the movement tore the skin at her temples. She opened her eyes, and found that the big rock under her head was covered with dried and solidified dirty blood, which had turned dark brown. As she touched her temple, her fingers touched a hard, cracked scar that had been glued to the stone but had torn when she raised her head, and now it was bleeding. Ciri coughed a few times, spitting out a cloud of sand mixed with viscous saliva. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she sat up and looked around.

The surrounding area is a sandy land, but it is divided into many pieces by mountains, and there are piles of stones and strangely shaped boulders scattered here and there. High above the sand, hung a flaming, gigantic golden sun, dyeing the entire sky yellow. The scorching sun distorts vision and shimmers the air.

where am I ?

She carefully touched her swollen forehead. It hurts. It hurts like hell. I must have taken a hard fall, she thought, and rolled a long way on the ground. Turning her attention to her tattered clothes, she found other sources of pain—back, shoulders, buttocks. When she fell, she was covered in dust and grit, in her hair, ears, mouth, and even eyes, which is why she was crying. Her hands and elbows were all worn out, and there were bursts of stinging pain.

Slowly and carefully, Ciri straightened her legs and let out another groan—a movement that made her left knee ache. She groped through her intact trousers, but found no bruising. When she inhaled, she felt an unsettling stabbing pain from her side, her back was convulsed, and just bending down could make her scream in pain. I'm fine, just a few bruises, she thought, but no broken bones. If the bone is broken, I'm going to be in more pain. There was nothing serious about my body, except that I was unconscious for a while. I can stand up. I can also stand up.

She crouched on the ground, her movements a little awkward. She moved her legs and feet carefully and slowly, changed a position that could protect her injured knee, and then moaned and propped herself up. After what seemed like a lifetime, she finally stood up, but dizziness also hit her immediately, blurring her vision, and making her feet go weak, and she fell back heavily on the stone. Ciri felt sick to her stomach and curled up on her side. The sun-baked stone surface is as hot as coals.

"I can't get up..." she whimpered, "I can't do it... I'll be scorched by the sun..."

A stubborn, irritating pain throbbed in her brain, and the pain kept increasing. The pain intensified with every movement she made, so for a moment Ciri remained motionless. She shielded her head with her arms, but the heat soon became unbearable. She knew she had to find a place out of the sun. She struggled against the pain, raised her head, and crawled under a boulder on hands and feet. Under the effect of weathering, the shape of the stone is like a weird mushroom, and the shapeless "canopy" leaves only a narrow shadow at the bottom. She curled up into a ball, coughed a few times, and sniffled.

She lay there for a long time, until the sun wandered to the other side of the sky, throwing scorching heat waves again. She moved to the other side of the boulder, but found no difference at all. The sun climbed to its highest point, and there was not even a trace of shadow under the stone mushroom. She pressed her painful temples with both hands...

She woke up shaking. The fiery sun lost its dazzling golden brilliance, and now it hangs low over the jagged rocks, turning orange in color. The heat has dissipated.

Ciri sat up with difficulty and looked around. Her headache was less painful and her vision became clearer. She touched her head and found that the sun had dried the blood on her temples, leaving only a flat and hard blood scab. But her body was still in pain, as if no part of her body was intact. She coughed a few times, trying to spit out the grit between her teeth, but failed. She leaned against the mushroom-shaped boulder, the surface of which still had the heat of the sun. At least it wasn't so hot, she thought. The sun had set and the heat was bearable.

Soon, night will fall.

She was shaking. Where am I? How should I leave? Which way to go? Which way should I go? Maybe I should just stay where I am and wait until they find me. They must be looking for me. Geralt, and Yennefer, they won't leave me...

She tried again to spit out the grit, but failed again. And then she found it—thirsty.

She remembered. When fleeing Cintra, she also suffered from thirst. She vividly remembers fleeing to the Tower of the Gull on a black horse with a wooden water jug tied to the saddle. But she hadn't been able to untie the rope and bring the water bottle—she didn't have the time. Now the horse is gone. Nothing. She had nothing but hot, sharp rocks, scabs of blood on her temples that tightened her skin, pain all over her body, and a thirsty throat. She couldn't even sip the saliva she could swallow.

I can't stay here. I have to find water. If I can't find it, I will die.

When she held onto the stone mushroom and tried to stand up, her fingers ached. She stood up, took a step, only to groan and fall to the ground again, arching her back. The severe nausea hit again, and cramps and dizziness took over her body, forcing her to lie down again.

It was as if an invisible pincer was squeezing her throat, her jaw muscles tensed to the point of pain, and her chapped lips began to tremble. There is nothing more nauseating than a sorceress crying, and Yennefer's words echoed in her head. But wait... no one can see me here... no one...

Ciri crouched under the stone mushroom, weeping involuntarily. Even though she couldn't shed any tears.

When she opened her swollen eyelids, she found that the heat had subsided a lot. Not so long ago, the sky was orange, but now it has turned a familiar cobalt blue, and it looks very clear, except for a few thin white clouds. The red sun's disk hangs lower, but still spreads the surging heat wave to the desert. Or is that heat emanating from hot stones?

She sat up and found that the headaches and bruises were no longer tormenting her. At this moment, nothing compared to the discomfort of her empty stomach and itchy throat. She couldn't help coughing.

Don't give up, she thought, and I can't give up either. Just like in Kaer Morhen, I have to rise up and defeat the enemy, I have to suppress the pain and weakness in my heart. You have to stand up and move forward. I at least know the direction now. The sun is setting in the west. I must move forward. Water and food must be found. must. Otherwise I will die. Here is the desert. I fell into the desert. I walked into a portal in the Seagull Tower, which is a magical device that can teleport people to extremely far places...

Tor Lara's portal is weird. When she got to the top floor, there was nothing there, not even a window, just moldy walls. On one of the walls was an irregular oval that glowed with iridescent light. She hesitated for a moment, but the portal drew her in, beckoned her, literally invited her in. And there's no other road around, just that shiny oval. She closed her eyes and walked in.

Then she saw a blinding glare and a whirlpool. The force of the explosion crushed her ribs, nearly suffocating her. She remembered flying through silence, coldness, and nothingness, and then a bright light, and finally she could breathe again. The top of her is blue, and the distance below her is a vague gray...

The vortex spit her up into the air like a young eagle dropping a fish too big for it. She fell onto the rock and lost consciousness immediately. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious.

I read about the portal in the temple, and she shook the grit out of her hair as she tried to remember. Some books speak of twisted or chaotic portals that send people anywhere, and in random places. The same must be true of the portal to the Tower of the Seagull. It dropped me somewhere at the end of the world. I have absolutely no idea where this is. No one will come here looking for me, and no one will be able to find me. If I stay here, I will die.

She stood up, gathered all the strength in her body, and took the first step with the boulder in hand. Then comes the second step. third step.

After walking a few steps, she found that the buckle of the right shoe had been torn off at some point, and the loose upper made walking more difficult. She sat down carefully and checked her clothes and belongings. She concentrated on the examination, forgetting the fatigue and pain for a moment.

She first found a short knife. The sheath of the dagger slipped behind her back, and she forgot it was there. Next came a small pouch with a leather cord, a gift from Yennefer, which contained "things that a lady never leaves her body." Ciri undid the leather strap. Unfortunately, this standard set of women's equipment did not foresee the current state of affairs. The bag contained a tortoiseshell comb, a pocket knife, a pair of scissors, a nail file, and a roll of sterile linen.

She tore a strip of cloth from her sleeve, tied her shoes around her ankles, and stood up, trying to stamp her feet a few times. She unrolled the linen and muslin to form a wide headband over her bruised temples and sunburned forehead.

She stood there, straightened her belt, moved the short knife to the left side of her body, instinctively drew the knife out of its sheath, and tested the blade with her thumb. The dagger was sharp, just as she had expected.

I have weapons, she thought. I am a witcher. No, I will not die here. hunger? I can take it. There are frequent fasting rituals at the Temple of Melitele, which can last up to two days. But, water... I have to find water. I have to keep going until I find water. Hateful as this desert is, there is always an end. If it's big, I need to know about it. I should have seen it on the map of Jarre. Jarre... I don't know what he's doing now...

It's time for me to go, she decided. I'm going west. I can see where the sunset is. This is the only direction I can be sure of. After all, I never get lost. I always knew where to go. Walk all night if necessary. I am a witcher. When I get my strength back, I can still run, like on Kaer Morhen's Killer Road. That way, you can get to the edge of the desert faster. I can hold on. I must insist on...

I bet Geralt has often traveled through deserts like this, maybe the environment is even worse than here...

let's go

For the first hour, nothing changed in the landscape. There was still nothing around but rocks—sharp, gray-red rocks that often loosened a few pieces, forcing her to be on constant alert. Here, too, were dry, thorny undergrowths that reached her with twisted branches from clefts in the rocks. Ciri stopped at the first bush she encountered, hoping to find a few leaves or twigs that she could suck and chew. But the bush had only sharp thorns, and it scratched her finger. It doesn't even have long branches to serve as crutches. There was no difference between the second and third bushes, so she passed without stopping.

Dusk fell quickly, the sun hovered over a jagged horizon, and the sky glowed with red and purple lights. As the darkness came, the surroundings became colder. She felt good at first, as the cool air soothed her sunburned skin. But it didn't take long before the cold became more intense, making her teeth chatter. She quickened her pace, trying to keep her body warm, but it hurt her waist and knees. The pain resurfaced again, and she could only limp forward. What's more terrible is that the sun completely sank to the horizon, and the sky dimmed extremely quickly. There was only a crescent moon tonight, and Ciri quickly lost sight of the ground in front of her, and the blinking stars in the night sky were of no help. She fell down several times, and the skin on her wrist was sore from being rubbed against by stones. She stepped into a rock crevice twice, but fortunately she was well-trained and responded in time, so she didn't sprain or even break her ankle. She knew that it would not be good to go on like this. It is too dangerous to walk in the dark.

She sat on a flat rock, hopelessness overwhelming: she wondered if she was going in the right direction, and she had long lost track of where the sun had disappeared below the horizon. For the first hour after sunset the light had guided her, but now it was gone. All around her there was nothing but biting cold in addition to the impenetrable velvety darkness. The cold numbs her body and stings her joints, forcing her to hunched over, sinking her head into her pained shoulders. Ciri began to miss the sun, even though she knew its return would mean unbearable heat. The heat would spill over the rocks again, the heat would stop her from going any further. She had the urge to cry again, and a sense of desperation and helplessness overwhelmed her. And this time, despair and helplessness turned into anger.

"I won't cry!" she yelled into the darkness, "I'm a witcher! I'm..."

sorceress.

Ciri raised her hands and pressed her temples. Magic is everywhere. In the water, in the air, in the earth...

She stood up quickly, stretched her hands forward, and took a few steps slowly and hesitantly, frantically searching for underground water veins. She is lucky. Almost at the same time, she heard the familiar rushing sound throbbing in her ears, and also felt the energy emanating from the deep underground water veins. She carefully absorbed the magic power, and then released it slowly, because she knew that she was very weak, and in her current state, a sudden lack of oxygen to her brain would cause her to lose consciousness, and her previous efforts would be wasted. Slowly, magic power filled her body, making her experience the familiar but short-lived ecstasy. Her lungs began to work harder and quicker. Ciri controlled her rapid breathing—too much oxygen to the brain too quickly could also have fatal consequences.

The extraction is complete.

Pain first, she thought. First was the pain that kept my shoulders and thighs immobile. Then came the cold. I have to raise my temperature...

Gradually she remembered gestures and spells. She gestured and said the incantation. She rubbed the warmth of her hands into her thighs and neck. Standing up, she felt her tiredness disappear and her sore muscles relax.

"I am the Sorceress!" she cried, raising her arms triumphantly. "Come, Immortal Light! I call you! Aen'drean va, eveigh Aine!"

A warm and small ball of light floated out of her hand, like a butterfly, casting ever-changing light and shadow on the stone surface. She moved her hands slowly, stabilized the ball of light, guided it, and let it float in front of her. Suddenly her body fell into convulsions and convulsions, and the sudden dizziness caused her to kneel on the ground, and the ball of light in front of her flew uncontrollably to the sky above her head.

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Rhaenys (Aegon I's sister) is flying in the sky of Dorne on the dragon Meraxes, she is going to fly to Hellholt .After destroying it, she will fly back to King's Landing through Prince 's pass. During the flight, she was always worried about the prospect of this war. The Dornish men are like mice hiding in their caves. When you concentrate your efforts to attack them, you can't find them. If you don't pay attention, they will come out to bite you.

Are all Dornishmen as indomitable as that yellow toad? She tightened her grip on the reins, " I swear I will bring them down with dragon flame! "

Suddenly the dragon under her crotch screamed in horror, the queen looked at the sky below, and saw a small ball of light flying towards them quickly, she hurriedly adjusted the flying posture of the dragon with the reins and Valyrian language , trying to dodge the flying deadly object, but it was still too late.

The ball of light directly hit the dragon's left wing, tearing off the dragon's scales and bursting instantly. The violent magic explosion instantly evaporated the bones and muscles, leaving a big hole in the wing. The giant dragon wanted to regain its balance, but it could no longer swing its left wing. In the end, it could only let out a desperate dragon roar that resounded through the sky, and fell heavily to the ground.

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The loud roar of a dragon and the flash of an explosion attracted Ciri, who was about to try casting a spell again, and she looked into the sky to find a giant dragon falling a short distance away. "Maybe dragon blood and meat will get me through this desert journey?" So she headed towards the site of the falling dragon, and after struggling over a sand dune, he finally saw the dragon.

When viewed in the moonlight, its scales were silver all over, but the left half of its body was already red with dragon blood. It could be seen that this blood was coming from the gaping hole on the left wing, and the injury had worsened after falling heavily to the ground, and now the dragon could only struggle on the ground and let out a wail of pain.

But as she moved a little closer to the dragon, contemplating how to end the dragon's suffering, a beauty with silver hair like herself loomed in her vision. The woman had also been injured in the fall, but with the dragon's body as a cushion, the injuries didn't seem to be as severe. Now she could still lean on the dragon. Ciri hurriedly tried to communicate with the woman using Common speech, but the woman didn't seem to understand and didn't respond. Then Ciri came to think of the elder speech Triss had taught hera

"Don't worry I mean no harm" she shouted out ."I don't believe it, I think you were sent by the House Dayne of Starfall to kill me, the only Dornish house which have members who look like you."

Just as the two shouted at each other, the rumbling of horses' hooves came from the distance, and many knights with torches appeared from afar. Under the light of the fire, one could see that they had many different kinds of flags. Some flags had flames on them, some had birds on them, and others had black gates in the sand.