Skyrim System In Westeros

Odahviing's mountain-like size was indeed awe-inspiring. All living creatures have an innate fear of giants, and Robert and his companions were still trembling as they followed Wright beneath the dragon's head.

Seeing the two horses Wright was leading, Odahviing stretched his head over and swallowed them in one bite. The dragon's fiery breath flared and then extinguished in his mouth, followed by the crunching sound of bones being crushed. After a couple of chews, the horses were gone—barely enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

It wasn't until they saw Nymeria and Tyene climbing down from the dragon's back along its wings that Robert and his companions finally managed to compose themselves.

Robert straightened his back, one hand behind him and the other pointing at the dragon's back: 

"Can they ride dragons too?" 

He seemed completely unfazed, as if he hadn't just been stunned moments ago.

Wright chuckled: "Aside from dragon riders, anyone who gets close to a dragon will be attacked, let alone climb onto its back. That's the advantage of dragons being able to speak—if they're willing, you can negotiate. I had to offer a lot of meat to convince him to carry these two."

Hearing this, Robert perked up: "I have money!"

Nymeria and Tyene climbed down and greeted Robert and the others. They had all lived in King's Landing and were familiar with each other, having interacted frequently.

Renly noticed the armor Nymeria was wearing. Having tinkered with Valyrian steel trinkets alongside Wright before, he recognized it immediately: 

"Is that a full set of Valyrian steel?"

Nymeria nodded: "Yes, spoils of war that Wright acquired. He reforged it into this."

Everyone knew Wright could craft Valyrian steel items, but they were surprised by where he had gotten so much material.

Robert exclaimed: "That's way too damn extravagant!"

Stannis chimed in: "Which poor soul did you rob?"

Wright replied: "I stripped Euron Greyjoy down to his underwear. I wonder if he's been bragging about this glorious achievement."

Robert burst into laughter: "So it was him! I knew there was no way he could've fought you to a standstill. But trading his gear for his life was worth it—life is more important!"

Wright didn't elaborate on the topic. Euron hadn't traded his gear for his life—it was the influence of a Daedric Prince. Some things were better left unsaid.

Renly added: "Even the spear and Tyene's dagger are Valyrian steel! Wright, your family is fully equipped! Next time you travel to Essos, take me with you. I'll carry your luggage and run errands for you."

They were all wealthy, but Valyrian steel weapons were priceless and rarely sold. Now that Wright had amassed such a collection, and even possessed Dark Sister, it was truly enviable.

Wright said: "During this journey, I also mastered the method of crafting Valyrian steel. Once we conquer Tyrosh, I'll build a forge. I'll gift each of you a weapon—just give me the design drawings. After that, I'll auction one Valyrian steel weapon in Tyrosh every two years."

Robert quickly threw an arm around Wright's shoulders: "I knew you were the best! A hammer! I want a massive hammer! A warhammer weighing a hundred pounds. I'll pay for it!"

Stannis, who was pondering what style of sword he wanted, interjected: "Robert, Valyrian steel is lightweight. A hundred-pound warhammer would be too bulky."

Robert nodded: "Right, right, I forgot about that. I'll have someone draw up the design for you. With your ability to sell Valyrian weapons in the Stepstones, I don't have to worry about your livelihood anymore." 

Robert and his companions had always believed that the Stepstones were a poor, desolate place. Aside from their strategic importance, no one had valued the islands for thousands of years. But Wright, being a transmigrator, knew better—the Stepstones were a hidden treasure trove.

Renly looked at Wright: "That scabbard on your back looks too big for Dark Sister. Did you forge another sword?"

Wright handed them the Bloodskal Blade to examine. As expected, Robert managed to swing it once, Stannis once, and Renly twice before they all collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

Nymeria stood nearby, laughing. She had gone through the same experience before.

"This sword is cursed!" Robert sat on the ground, refusing to admit it was his physical fitness that was the problem.

"Wright, now that you have such a massive dragon, our strategy for the Stepstones needs to change. I thought your dragon was the size of a small dog! I never considered the possibility of a dragon joining the fight."

Stannis, still catching his breath, nodded in agreement but couldn't speak.

Wright explained: "Here's my plan. We'll keep the dragon a secret for now. We'll intensify our naval harassment, making it seem like we're preparing for a full-scale assault on Tyrosh. This will force the enemy to retreat and fortify the city. Then, we'll unleash the dragon and wipe them out in one go. If we reveal the dragon too early, the enemy will likely flee, and conquering the Stepstones could take years."

Robert nodded: "That sounds good. Barristan Selmy, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, fought in the War of the Ninepenny Kings in the Stepstones when he was young. I've appointed him as the overall commander for this campaign. When you return, discuss the details with him."

Wright replied: "No problem. The sooner we take Tyrosh, the better. Without their stronghold, mopping up the remaining forces will be much easier."

Renly brought up another matter: "Lord Mace Tyrell has been pressing me to return for my wedding. Once we've taken Tyrosh, can we ride the dragon back?"

Wright turned to Odahviing: "Odahviing, can you give us a ride afterward?"

The massive dragon lowered its head, sniffing at Robert and the others. The hot, sulfurous breath that washed over them felt like it could scorch their skin. As the dragon's head moved, its teeth—each as long as a man—glistened, leaving the three men holding their breath, too afraid to even exhale.

Odahviing raised its head and spoke in a deep, rumbling voice: "I... want... much... meat!"

Renly, who understood the dragon, quickly replied: "I'm the wealthiest merchant on the continent! I'll buy you as much meat as you want!"

He then pointed at Robert: "My brother Robert is the king—he has more money than he knows what to do with. And my other brother Stannis... he's the Gambling King!"

Renly, trying to emphasize Stannis's wealth, used a title that sounded as grand as "king." After all, Stannis had made his fortune through gambling, and compared to the title of Lord of Dragonstone, Gambling King sounded far more impressive.

Odahviing, though unfamiliar with most titles, understood Gambling King. Its dragon eyes narrowed, and it lowered its head, lips curling back to reveal rows of sharp teeth still stained with remnants of horse flesh and blood. It tilted its head, pressing its face close to the three men, believing this to be a friendly gesture.

"Deal! But... only... once!"

The three men quickly nodded in agreement.

Fortunately, they were all related to Wright by blood. Otherwise, no amount of meat would have convinced Odahviing to agree. He was a dragon with principles, after all.

Wright and the two women went to organize the luggage they had brought, while Robert and his brothers continued bargaining with Odahviing.

As night fell, Robert and Stannis rode back to Bloodstone Harbor to arrange for Odahviing's feast. Wright, Renly, and the two women, being younger and more energetic, decided to walk back at a leisurely pace.

As the two of them chatted about the development of the magic school over the past few years, Wright felt a sense of pride upon learning that Ashara Dayne had become the new Sword of the Morning. The energetic little girl from back then had grown up, and her achievement also proved that Renly's magical abilities were now quite impressive.

On the way back, Wright taught Renly the four summoning spells from the Soul Cairn. While Renly's magical reserves and theoretical knowledge were slightly inferior to Wright's, he could still be considered the second most powerful mage in Westeros. With his existing foundation in summoning magic and Wright's guidance, Renly quickly grasped the trick to summoning a skeletal horse.

However, the skeletal horse Renly summoned wasn't Arvak. The Soul Cairn was filled with countless skeletons, including many horses. Renly named his horse Purple Light.

Since Nymeria and Tyene were with them, Renly didn't ride the horse. The four of them arrived at the blockade line, where soldiers were cutting down nearby trees to build simple barricades. More soldiers patrolled along the perimeter.

Wright saw Barristan Selmy, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, along with four other Kingsguard knights, as well as Davos Seaworth, the Onion Knight, and his four sons. The ten of them had their weapons sheathed at their waists and were driving an empty cart, each holding a branch as they herded a large flock of sheep!

These ten men could cut through an entire street of enemies, but herding sheep was a different story. The Kingsguard knights, all of noble birth, had never done such work before, and Davos and his sons, being smugglers by trade, were equally inexperienced. They were running around, trying to keep the sheep in line.

Wright understood—these were the most trusted men of Robert and Stannis, temporarily tasked with feeding Odahviing. But the number of sheep seemed excessive.

Wright asked Renly: "Exactly how many sheep did you promise Odahviing?"

Renly replied: "Two hundred and fifty sheep each. Three of us, so seven hundred and fifty sheep in total."

Wright nearly burst out laughing but managed to hold it back, pinching his cheeks to suppress his amusement. He patted Renly on the shoulder:

"When I had Odahviing carry Nymeria and Tyene from the ruins of Valyria to the Stepstones, I only gave him one elephant."

The value of two hundred and fifty sheep was no small sum in Westeros, let alone in the Stepstones, where all the sheep had to be shipped in. During wartime, the price had likely increased five or sixfold.

Wright held up a finger: "I only used one elephant. You're giving him seven hundred and fifty sheep. Never underestimate a dragon's intelligence!"

Renly fell silent, his face twisted in a look of constipation as he watched the Kingsguard knights herding the sheep. This was only half the flock; the other half would have to be delivered when the next ship arrived.

In his mind, dragons were supposed to be sacred, powerful, and majestic. Odahviing certainly looked the part—noble and awe-inspiring. But how could its heart be so... greedy? Dragons weren't supposed to be like this!

Renly leaned closer to Wright and whispered: "How's Odahviing's memory? Will it forget about this in a few days?"

Wright replied: "Once, while Odahviing was flying away, I took a piece of ivory from its leftovers. The next day, it noticed something was missing and stuck its head into my tent, demanding I return the ivory."

Renly grew even more frustrated. This was a promise made by three people—a king and two lords—and they'd been swindled by a dragon! The thought of backing out crossed his mind, but one look at Odahviing's size and intelligence made it clear that reasoning with the dragon was out of the question.

Suddenly, Renly perked up: "I need to tell Robert and Stannis about this. Let them have a good laugh too, heh."