Hungry!
  This was Drogon's first feeling after waking up. He was so hungry that he felt like he could swallow a cow!
When he opened his eyes, he saw a row of thin fences in front of him. He was a little confused. Where was he?
Turning his head and looking up again, Drogon was shocked to find that he was actually locked in a cage.
Moreover, the cage is too small. When I raised my hand, I saw a small scarlet translucent wing on the black wing bone, with a black hook on the end of the wing. When I looked at the feet, I saw a pair of black claws. It was indeed not a place for humans to stay.
He clearly remembered that just a moment ago he had transformed into a dragon in King of Glory and was killing everyone. Just when he was having the most exciting time, the computer screen suddenly went black and he fainted. When he opened his eyes again, he had really turned into a little dragon. Is the transformation skill so bad?
As he was making this silent accusation, his head suddenly felt dizzy and a few fragments of memory flooded into his head.
He traveled through time and became the body of a dragon.
Looking into the distance through the cage, all you can see is reddish-brown wasteland and dry grass, with sparse dead trees scattered on it, and heat waves rising above the red soil.
On the sky, a comet was flying quietly with a flaming red tail. Under the comet, a team of less than a hundred people was moving slowly forward.
Most of the people in the team were the elderly, the weak, women and children, all wearing tattered clothes. Many of them could only walk with support, and some soldiers were even shirtless.
The cage where Drogon was was tied to a horse, at the front of the team. Not far from him, a young girl turned her head. She had silver hair and purple eyes, a haggard look, and chapped lips, but her beautiful face could not be concealed.
A listless little golden and white dragon stood on the girl's bronze shoulder.
At this moment, she was holding a thumb-sized piece of meat and feeding it into viserion's mouth, but viserion just sniffed it, and a wisp of smoke came out of his nose before he drooped his little head.
Seeing that viserion still didn't eat, the girl's tired face showed even more frustration.
It really is Daenerys Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons!
After seeing the girl's appearance and combining the few memories in his mind, Drogon was almost 100% sure that he had traveled to the world of Game of Thrones, and even to the body of a dragon named Drogon.
After recognizing the truth, he was forced to accept it even though he was very uncomfortable with his dragon body.
Being alone on the earth and being a social animal, I am exhausted both physically and mentally. I might as well live my life as a dragon. I will be Drogon in the future.
In his previous life, he was a Game of Thrones fan and watched the uncut version. Two years have passed, and some of the hot scenes are still fresh in his memory. Although the plot is a little blurry, he can still guess the general idea based on the current situation.
The Mother of Dragons had just lost her horse king and her son, and three little dragons were born.
Wolf Father Eddard Stark was beheaded even though he recognized Joffrey as the legitimate heir. His eldest daughter Sansa was trapped in King's Landing, and his youngest daughter Arya escaped.
The bastard Jon serves as his night watchman, his son Robb confronts the Lannisters, King Robert's two brothers each claim to be king, and other big families are busy seeking allies. The War of the Five Kings is about to break out.
After watching Game of Thrones, in addition to too many regrets, there is another feeling that can be summed up by the words of the Faceless Man - "All mortals must die!"
Those who deserved to die and those who didn't, those who wanted to die and those who didn't, all died one after another, even the Mother of Dragons couldn't escape this disaster.
Her experience also makes people feel even more pitiful. She has been on the run since she was in her mother's womb and has never had a peaceful day. She finally had three dragons and fought hard. She was about to rule the world, but she was betrayed by her lover and died. She made wedding dresses for the Stark Wolf family in vain.
Drogon is one of the three little dragons of Daenerys, the Dragon Queen.
When he thought of himself, a strong feeling of hunger came over him again. Drogon opened his mouth to call Dragon Mother, but his small and dry throat could only make a faint hissing sound. He used the little strength he had to shake the wooden cage with his wings.
His efforts were not in vain. After just two shakes, he attracted the attention of the maid following behind him.
"What's wrong with you, Drogon?" The round-faced maid Jhiqui, who had black hair and brown skin and was wearing a sexy leather bellyband that revealed her slender waist, said as she opened the cage.
Drogon found that he actually understood what the maid said. As soon as the cage was opened, he got out, flapping his wings in Jhiqui's hand, and pretended to fly towards the wooden basket containing the meat on the horse's back.
Jhiqui didn't expect that Drogon actually wanted to eat meat. He refused to eat it when she fed him just now.
"Hi, hi, hi!"
She had just taken the piece of meat out of the wooden basket when she suddenly heard a weak neigh of a horse. In the distance, a white horse fell down on the brown land, unable to get up.
Daenerys, who was carrying a golden dragon at the front of the team, heard the horse neighing, and hurriedly put the dragon into a wooden cage and ran over.
Seeing the white horse closing its eyes and lying motionless, Daenerys was heartbroken. This was the first gift Khal Drogo gave her. When she was ruthlessly given to Drogo by her brother Viserion, riding the mare galloping on the grassland was her only pleasure. But now she couldn't even protect it.
"Does the wasteland have an end? Why haven't we walked out of it yet?"
Stroking the white horse, Daenerys looked up and asked the tall middle-aged man squatting beside her.
The middle-aged man had sparse hair, was about forty years old, and was wearing a yellowed linen shirt.
"Of course there is an end. Although I have never been that far, I know there are several great cities in the East." The middle-aged man replied.
"Ser Jorah, when can we find them?" Daenerys looked at the middle-aged man with expectant eyes, hoping to get courage from him.
"The Red Waste is dryer than we could imagine, but we can only move forward, right? Khaleesi?" Jorah pursed his cracked lips, and his answer made Daenerys as helpless as ever.
"There are the sheep-men's Khalasar in the east. They will be happy to kill us weaklings and take your dragon. The khals in the northern grasslands will also show no mercy to you and will kill us and take your dragon."
"No one can take my dragon away from me!"
Daenerys said firmly that if she lost her dragon, she would really have nothing.
"Blood of my blood!" She turned to look at several Dothraki warriors on her right.
Hearing Daenerys' call, three bloodriders came over.
"Lacarlo, you go northeast, Kovalo, go southeast, and Ago goes east all the way. Look for the exit or city of the Red Wasteland."
The three men took their orders and left. Daenerys came to Rakharo who was collecting food and water and said, "Blood of my blood, I hope you can bring us good news."
"Blood of my blood, I will definitely live up to your expectations."
[This Lakalo is going to be beheaded. ]
Drogon said in his mind after hearing what Daenerys said to Rakharo.
The scene of Daenerys instructing Rakharo seemed familiar to him. When he heard what Daenerys said, he also thought that Rakharo had found a way out of the wasteland, but he did not expect that what the old horse brought back was a bleeding human head. At that time, he lamented that Daenerys was unlucky.
Daenerys, who was talking to Rakharo, suddenly turned her head and looked at the maid Jhiqui beside her.
Seeing Daenerys suddenly looking at her, Jhiqui was a little confused.
It wasn't Jhiqui. The voice just now was childish, it definitely wasn't her. Daenerys looked around again, and in the distance, two women were supporting a little girl who was about to fall and looking over here.
Could it be that little girl? But the voice didn't sound like it. And why would she say that?
"Blood of my blood, I'm going now."
Seeing that Daenerys didn't say anything else, Rakharo pulled the reins and said.
"Wait a moment."
Rakharo is Daenerys' most valued bloodrider, and she will never allow him to die. The voice she just heard made her very uncomfortable. She cannot let Rakharo take risks until she finds out the source of the voice.
"What's wrong? Khaleesi."
Jorah saw that Daenerys was acting strange, so he came over and asked.