So cold.
Cao Dali opened his eyes violently, but found that his whole body was frozen, and his hands and feet were numb and tingling.
But it's late at night in early winter, but on duty to take a nap, how all of a sudden so cold, such as falling into the ice cellar.
Wait, what do I see in front of me? How the world is tilted, how the eye is so close to the ground, light withered brown decaying grass seems to be unable to see the edge at a glance, not far away from the remnants of the snow accumulation.
Am I dreaming? When did the hospital corridors look like this.
Cao Da Li instinctively raised his head, but found that his neck could not move at all, as if there was an irresistible force pressing down on his body, his head seemed to be obliquely pressed on a piece of ice, the cheeks in contact had been so cold that he lost consciousness, the air was as cold as a knife, and when he breathed in a mouthful of it, the knife stabbed into his lungs, causing Cao Da Li to have a pain of suffocation.
In a nightmare? Ghosts in the bed?
As an intern doctor, Cao Dali didn't believe in ghosts and gods, so he didn't believe in ghosts pressing on his bed. Now, however, he preferred to believe it!
He once again struggled hard, still can not break free, he was appalled, no, as if this is not a dream, but a real scene, his nostrils smelled a very thick blood, the corner of his eye also saw the side of his face under the pressure of a section of black cold things, this thing seems to be like a section of iron and seems to be like a section of black wood, the blood is this like iron like wood things issued, the corner of the eye can see this thing above the brown stains. There are also brown stains, with the experience of the doctor, Cao Dali knows that it is the thick dried and hardened blood stains.
What the hell is going on here? What the hell is going on? He wasn't in the hospital anymore, he was in a strange and scary place, and he couldn't move his body because someone was holding him down. Also, it wasn't nighttime, it was daytime.
Suddenly, a voice rang out, deep and powerful, imposing as a mountain: "In the name of Robert I of House Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Loynaeans and the 'First Men', Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Guardian of all the Realms, I, the Duke of Winterfell and Warden of the North, Eddard of House Stark, do hereby condemn you to death! ."
And so on!
Why are the lines so familiar?
A Song of Ice and Fire?
Power and play?
He's a big fan of power trips and a die-hard Starks fan.
With a boom, countless information poured into his mind ... in an instant, Cao Dali found that he had really travelled across the world, crossed into the fantasy world of ice and fire, and became the night watchman of the Great Wall of the Jedi, Will.
Will, a stalker sent to the Great Wall of Extinction for poaching bucks in the forests of House Mellister, habitual thief, arsehole bloke with a reputation for being good at stealth and tracking, and, well, not so young, middle-aged.
A few days ago, Will and Gary, a three-man patrol duo of the Black Legion stationed at the Great Wall of Extinction, along with their superior, Wilma Royce, went on patrol into the Haunted Forest and encountered a fey spirit that had been extinct for 8,000 years; Gary and Wilma Royce were killed, and Will, shrimp-broken, fled to the south, and a few days later was captured by Stark's cavalry, and according to the rules of the Night's Watch and the Laws of the North, Will was to be decapitated, and it was now.
Cao Dali sadly crossed into this unlucky man Will ...
Choking sound of metal sound languid and long in the air spread away, head above the sky someone drew his sword sheathed, a depression and death aura from the top of the head above the fierce pressure down ...
A thought of life and death, a flash of lightning, Cao Dali, who had already fused the information of Will's soul, shouted fiercely, "Lord Ed, wait a minute, I have the omen of the God of the First People."
The cold air like a knife blew violently on Cao Dali s neck, Cao Dali s heart and guts were cracked, hissing, "Winter is coming, Lord Ed, I have the oracle of the gods of the ancestors to report ..." The voice is mournful and agitated, and it moves the heart and soul.
The famous ice-cold sword paused in the air, showing Ed's exquisite sword control.
The Oracle of the First Men?
House Eddard Stark believes only in the gods of the First Men: the Ancient Gods.
"Pull him up!" That deep and majestic voice was like a mountain pressing down.
The coldness of the ice's sword blade caused Cao Dali's neck to be stiff as a rock, unable to bend.
Cao Dali was pulled up roughly, in front of him was a man as strong as a bull, brawny and tall, his beard was full of steel needles, his face was brown from frost, his eyes were greyish brown and cold and emotionless, his huge hands gripped a super wide huge sword, the length of the huge sword wasn't much more than Will's height, the huge man thrust the huge sword in his hand slowly into the ground, the sword body was glittering with silver light.
Cao Dali knew with one glance at the brilliance of the blade that it was extremely sharp, just like the fine steel scalpel he was used to using.
Returning from the dead, Cao Dali's heart beat wildly like a tidal wave, and during a sweep of his eyes, there were a few small short horses on the small slope on the left side, with a few teenagers riding on the horses, and one of them was still a few years old, with handsome features. If the plot has not changed, this child is Bran undoubtedly, this year seven years old. The other three teenagers beside him all have a good temperament and deep eyes, so I think these three guys with a calm and stoic demeanour should be Jon Snow, Robb Stark, and Theon Greyjoy.
Not far behind a few teenagers was a loose fan of more than ten lance riders, all expressionless, with indifferent and cruel eyes, looking at Cao Dali as if he was looking at a pitiful bedbug. The leading rider is holding a large flag, in the cold wind, the frost-coloured flag stretches out, on top of which is a hideous huge wolf head.
House Stark's family crest of the Icewolf!
Before he crossed over, Cao Dali was a fanatic fan of the Stark family, now, the fan enthusiasm in Cao Dali's heart was gone, and the only thing he thought about was that he must live.
Apparently his winter has arrived!
No need to guess, a few people on Ed's right, the one holding the gloves is most likely his captain of the guards, Jory Kessel, the old guy frowning and staring at Cao Dali is most likely the stable supervisor Hulun, the short-necked big guy with grey hair and short steel-pinned beard must be the Castle Supervisor Desmond, and there are also two young guys, one of which is Squire A and the other Hulun's son, judging from the memory of the familiar original storyline Halwyn.
It was a long story, but these circumstances were but a moment in Cao Dali's eyes.
Dream or not, save your life first.
Cao Dali actually still had a deep trance.
"Lord Eddard, I am not a deserter from the Wall, I have received an omen from the God of the First Men, and as instructed by the omen, I have come here specifically to find you to deliver the oracle, and when I have done so, I will return to the Wall of Extinction and continue to be a man in black, and do my duty to the end of my life."
The Starks believe in the Gods of the First Men, the Old Gods. And Catelyn, Ed Stark's wife, believed in the Seven Gods, the New Gods. At the mention of the God of the First Men, Ed's expression became even colder.
Ed didn't really believe in omens and such. It's just that belief in the ancient gods of the First Men is deeply rooted in the Starks.
No one responded to Cao Dali's words, everyone was silent as they looked at Cao Dali, the atmosphere was like the frost of winter, although this was actually in the late summer season, and winter had not yet arrived.
Ed Stark looked at Cao Dali, his eyes were like the cold light of the huge sword in his hand.
"Winter is coming, Lord Eddard, and I have secret omens to speak to you alone. The oracles of the ancient gods of the First Men are not to be revealed to anyone else. If you find that I have lied out of fear of death, I am willing to accept any punishment, and I am to be blamed for breaking my body and bruising my bones."
There was still no response, Ed Stark looked at Cao Dali and didn't move a muscle, Cao Dali spoke the Stark family's aphorism Winter is coming, showing that this guy wasn't a crude and stupid black man.
Ed Stark finally nodded imperceptibly.
The stout men such as the captain of the guards standing beside Cao Dali, the stable supervisor and the castle supervisor immediately backed away, leaving only Cao Dali and Ed standing face to face.
Cao Dali lowered his voice and his voice trembled slightly, "Winter is coming, Lord Eddard, one of the omens of the oracle of the forefathers tells me that you have an illegitimate son called Jon Snow, and that in the underworld, there is a true dragon and an Ice Wyrm that has been blessing him with all that he has done, and in the darkness of the winter, I saw Jon Snow turn into a giant pillar that holds up the sky. Lord Eddard, the symbolism of the true dragon and the ice wolves and the giant pillar that holds up the sky is completely lost on me, I only pray that Lord Eddard will receive divine revelation from the oracle ..."
Ed Stark's pupils shrunk violently, his whole body shook, and the backs of the hands holding the hilt of his sword rippled with veins ...