Skyrim System In Westeros

They continued deeper into the tomb. The surrounding architecture grew older, and the underground air became even hotter. After descending a set of stone steps, worn smooth with time, they entered another small square chamber. In front of them, there was an already opened stone door, and the floor was littered with human bones in various poses, along with broken weapons and armor.

"Why are there so many dead here? How did they get in?" Nymeria asked.

Wright gazed at the open stone door and replied, "It is possible that the stone door inside can be opened without alerting the guards outside. It may be a family strife."

As for how they died, Wright closely examined the bones. He discovered that many of them, along with their armor, had been cut cleanly in half. Some had been cleaved at the waist, others diagonally from the shoulder to the waist, and some had been split down the center. Their poses, sprawled across the ground, made it unclear whether they had been trying to flee or enter.

"The cuts are incredibly smooth, with no signs of burning," Wright continued, "They were cut cleanly. I would need a full-strength strike with Dark Sister to have such an effect. They all died at the hands of one very powerful warrior."

He looked seriously at the two women. "We need to be careful from here on out. I'll go ahead. If there's any danger, you two must run."

Both women raised their shields and gripped their weapons tightly, nodding heavily.

This was the second stone door they had encountered, and according to burial customs, the main tomb chamber should lie beyond. Behind the door was a straight corridor, which Wright illuminated with his Magic. Along one side of the passage were decaying fire pits and stone chairs, while the other side featured enormous, exquisite bas-reliefs.

The bas-reliefs were carved from obsidian, showcasing remarkable craftsmanship. The scenes depicted in each bas-relief were lifelike, and the obsidian's material added to their vividness. These bas-reliefs typically recorded major events in the life of the tomb's owner, so the trio began to closely examine them.

In the first bas-relief, a seated elderly man appeared at the center, with fourteen men and women standing behind him in various expressions.

"Are these the Fourteen Dragon Kings?" Tyene asked.

Wright nodded. "They likely are, though their names aren't inscribed, so it's unclear who is who."

The second bas-relief showed a strong man with flowing hair, standing atop a flying dragon. One hand gripped a dragon's bone spur while the other held a massive two-handed sword. Below was an inscription in High Valyrian.

"This must be the tomb's master, Rahgot," Wright explained.

Having just survived a battle with the undead, and with Wright by their side, the two women felt emboldened and began to appreciate the ancient, beautiful bas-reliefs. Nymeria compared the two images. "In the first one, he's standing in the sixth position from the left."

Tyene responded, "So, he's the sixth."

Wright stepped closer to the first bas-relief and thought about Rahgot, the strong man, and the connection with the two-handed sword. His gaze shifted back to the seated elderly figure. The figure was depicted with wisdom and dignity, yet his casual sitting posture and lewd, crooked smile made Wright feel an eerie sense of familiarity.

Wright leaned in closer to the elderly man's face and realized, "This is the same man who sent me the ancient scroll mod link!"

Wright dared not explain this to the two women — it was too strange and unbelievable. He pondered to himself: Originally, he might have traveled alone, but he sent the network disk link to himself, resulting in two people being allowed to travel through time. The crossover energy had been limited, and the golden finger system had split in two. He had brought dragons, magic, and demon gods to this low-magic world, creating a nation, building a prosperous empire that lasted five thousand years — he had certainly been a competent time traveler.

Wright figured he was more like a secondary figure, but he was absolutely certain that his colleague had died over five thousand years ago. The appearance of Hermaeus Mora proved that he brought all the magic artifacts, and the Black Books had established a connection with his body and soul. However, Hermaeus Mora's current servant was Euron Grejoyn — why abandon a powerful Dragonborn to secure Euron? It only proved that his colleague had long been dead, with his soul long dissipated, allowing him to break free from Hermaeus Mora's control.

Wright gave the old man's face a gentle pat, as a tribute to his old friend. This place was too strange to linger, so he motioned to the two women to continue deeper.

The subsequent bas-reliefs depicted scenes from different periods. There was one showing Rahgot riding a dragon to attack a city, and another showing him celebrating with others, holding the neck of an Other.

"The Others!" Wright muttered, intrigued. It seemed that the Valyrians had fought against the Others.

"What are the Others?" the two women asked.

Wright explained, "They're humanoid, intelligent beings from beyond the Wall, capable of resurrecting the dead and using ice magic. They control vast armies of the undead. I fought them the last time I ventured beyond the Wall."

"Do such creatures really exist?" Nymeria and Tyene were both shocked. While the legend of the Others existed in Dorne, most people treated it as just a story.

Wright continued, "They turn to ice and shatter after death, so there's no evidence to bring back. But you shouldn't doubt my word. And this mural, which is thousands of years old, proves it too. The proud Valyrians, the Fourteen Dragon Kings, would never lie."

They moved deeper, and the content of the bas-reliefs shifted to depict the deeds of Rahgot's descendants. After the Fourteen Dragon Kings' children raised their dragons, each would ride one to the lands beyond the Wall and slay an Other as part of their coming-of-age ceremony. By the time the later generations of Dragon Kings were born, Valyria's population had grown significantly, and the Others had nearly been wiped out, with the survivors retreating and hiding. Eventually, Valyria abolished this tradition, explaining why the Others hadn't appeared during the empire's height, but had only resurfaced after its fall to gather the dead. The Others had been so terrified by the Valyrians' centuries of hunting that they had stayed hidden.

At the end of the corridor, they entered a massive hall. Wright cast his Magic Light to illuminate it. The hall was over a hundred meters in both length and width, with many stone pillars supporting it. These pillars were engraved with magical arrays, which Wright recognized as spells to reinforce the pillars' structure. At the center of the hall was a raised platform with a meticulously carved stone sarcophagus. Beside it, on a small stone table, lay a weapon. From Wright's position, he could only see the tip of the sword.

Surrounding the large sarcophagus were numerous other stone coffins, each engraved with High Valyrian inscriptions. These were arranged in a neat circle around the central tomb, while others were placed in irregular patterns across the hall. Wright considered that his colleague had crossed over with all his equipment and items, and it was possible that he had altered the version of the world, making it so that the abilities of the Fourteen Dragon Kings' masks were integrated into the bloodlines of their descendants. This gave them unique powers.

The Targaryens' ancestors came from the ahzidal family, and the masks' powers increased fire resistance and fire magic damage. Some Targaryens could even be immune to fire. This meant that their ancestors from the ahzidal family must have had even stronger abilities, far surpassing the masks' own powers. Rahgot's mask, for example, granted endurance. Judging from the bas-reliefs outside, Rahgot was also a warrior. Wright couldn't help but wonder just how powerful his abilities were.

He instructed the two women to stay at the door of the hall while he ventured in alone to investigate.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The covers of the three vertical stone coffins closest to the main sarcophagus were blasted off from the inside, sending dust flying. Three Wights, dressed in ancient armor and wearing long-horned helmets, emerged from the coffins. Their eye sockets overflowed with purple soul fire that poured outward. One wielded a two-handed greatsword, another held a sword and shield, and the third carried a longbow.

Wright charged forward, hoping to deal with them quickly. The Wights noticed him at the same time. The archer Wight drew an arrow and moved sideways, while the sword-and-shield Wight raised his shield to face Wright. The greatsword-wielding Wight leaned forward and bellowed, "Fus~ Ro~ Dah~!"

"Damn it!" Wright thought. The sound was harsh and hoarse, but the force of the dragon shout was real. The soundwave shot toward him.

"Fus~ Ro~ Dah~!" Wright had no choice but to unleash his own dragon shout in response, using the same forceful shout to counter. The two dragon shouts collided, shattering all the coffin lids in their path. Pieces of coffins and limbs flew toward the center, where the collision of the soundwaves created a powerful, turbulent air current. The tomb began to shake, and debris began falling from the ceiling.

The Wight dragon shout was not as powerful as Wright's. His shout pushed the Wight into the wall on one side of the hall, leaving a deep crater in the ground.

"Get out of here! I'll hold them off!" Wright shouted to the two women. With their strength, even a glancing blow would be deadly.

Without hesitation, the two women turned and fled, knowing that staying behind would only limit Wright's ability to protect them.

"Fus~ Ro~ Dah~!" "Fus~ Ro~ Dah~!"

Another pair of dragon shouts erupted from the other two Wights.

"Three!" Wright was surprised. The distance was too close, and the shouts were coming from two directions. He dodged one wave but couldn't avoid the other. The shout hit him head-on, and he was propelled through the air, crashing through the tomb's passage. Rocks and corpses battered his body, and he collided with several stone coffins before crashing into the wall. He reached the door faster than Nymeria and Tyene.

"Go!" Wright's ice armor was cracked, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. The two women wanted to help him, but he stopped them. Wright lay on the ground, leaning on Dark Sister as he tried to get up.

"Ah!" Wright cried out in pain. A flying arrow had pierced his dragon shout magical armor, cutting through his Ironflesh and ice armor spells. The arrow had embedded itself in his knee.

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