Jon sighed as he looked at the mountain, in a few minutes the attack would begin.
"Hopefully, Daario and Jorah have already found her" he muttered.
He raised his sword and gave a signal, a second later, the siege engines fired giant stones at the mountain.
Jon watched as a large number of Dothraki came out of it on horses.
"Elemental Aura…Physical Aura" it was the first time he casted two skills together.
He felt the tension throughout his body, as his mana rapidly disappeared.
And then he attacked.
The Dothraki came to him, the first one fell immediately.
His men came to support him.
He had about seven thousand men, the Dothraki, there were a total of fifty to sixty thousand on the mountain, but they could only leave it in groups of a hundred, without having to clash with each other, that was their advantage.
Despite being outnumbered, the number of Dothraki leaving the mountain was becoming fewer and fewer, perhaps the stones thrown by the siege engines hit the entrance at some crucial point.
Jon didn't know, but he wouldn't stop to think about it.
He quickly hit the ground.
" Summon Valyrian fire brew" he muttered, a flask appeared in his hand with a green brew, it was one of the level 6 survival summons, alchemical brews, for a small portion of mana, he was able to summon brews created by his alchemists.
The boy threw the green bottle forward, it exploded hitting two warriors on horses.
The spearmen got in the middle, preventing them from getting any closer with their spears, while other archers simply shot arrows where they came from.
Jon meanwhile jumped into action as well, striking down the Dothraki in front of him.
He arrived at the white room.
He reached level 47 with 6 points, he could get the second swordsmanship upgrade if he wanted, but the boy didn't do it, he wouldn't change the outcome of the battle with a simple upgrade, he preferred to wait one more level and get level 7 Summoning Magic.
The boy left the room and headed to the next Dothraki.
"Daenerys is going to have to pay me for this" the boy cursed.
A dozen horse-sized arrows struck the approaching wave of Dothraki. They were the balistas, he had spent most of his mana summoning siege engines, specifically the balistas and rock throwers.
"And it was worth it" he whispered.
He watched as the fallen Dothraki were crushed by rocks thrown by the machines, a couple already got close enough to attack him, but Jon and his men responded to the attacks without problems.
It was not a conquest.
Not a single massacre.
It was a distraction.
It was bait.
And the Dothraki fell before him.
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"What's happening?" Daenerys whispered.
In front of her, Daario and Jorah explained the situation.
"The king of Valyria," said Jorah.
"Did Jon come to help me?" she asked.
The northerner nodded.
"Now that doesn't matter, we have to get out of here," Daario said.
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Ned attacked another Dominion soldier with his dismember skill.
This one lost his legs in a second.
He followed his path with the great Jon Umber.
The domain's attacks became more and more insistent, since Maergary was queen.
"Mace is kissing Tywin's ass" he muttered, annoyed.
Two more approached and Ned braced himself.
Their attacks were coordinated but the Stark was fearless, his sword pierced and dismembered everything it touched.
The man he hit lost an arm before Ned spun around and stabbed him through the neck.
The other attacked Ned from behind, but a boy stepped in the middle and blocked the sword blow with his shield and pierced the soldier's heart with his short sword.
Ned saw Aegon.
"Weren't you looking after Sansa?" he asked.
"Sansa said you needed more assistance, she activated her Sacred Place," he said.
Ned nodded, Sansa's shield prevented aggression for a time in a place.
The man said nothing more and prepared himself, two men heading towards them. Aegon faced the first, and Ned the second.
The boy did not stay to wait for him, with his shield he blocked the attack and cut the man's neck with his sword, Ned went to the other and rammed Ice into his stomach.
He arrived at the white room and went to the computer. He was at level 31 with 5 skill points. Ned nodded. He preferred to upgrade Atlantic magic, but he still wasn't sure that it wouldn't be worth it to upgrade swordsmanship. The battle wasn't over. He decided to wait until the next level to decide.
The man watched as more men approached.
He thought of Robb, who had just had his son, Ned's grandson.
Jon Stark.
He and his wife Talisa. They had left Westeros a week ago, with the Boltons dead, and the free folk bowing, the north was protected, and their next target was Essos,
Arya offered to teleport them away, but they refused.
Although his maternal grandparents knew their grandson, it was the excuse, Robb went to Essos to speak with Jon in private, but to avoid any contact and to discover why the North was meeting with Valyria, they would use Robb's wife, who was the daughter of the person in charge of Volantis, so that Jon and Robb could meet in private.
He finished off another soldier.
They could talk as a team, of course. But that wasn't all that was needed, Robb had to make the nobles of Volantis and Valyria see him and Jon, so that they know that the alliance was real, it was political, something necessary to continue with the campaign, the northerners had to see Valyria and Volantis too, they would talk to their families after returning, the propaganda would be generated.
Arya stayed in Winterfell to help the others with the castle's improvements, as did Howland Reed's sons, Bran and Rickon.
The man joined Aegon and the great Jon Umber in driving away the Southerners.
"These guys are nothing" Jon laughed.
"Are you having fun?" Ned asked.
The man shrugged.
"I'd rather fight the mountain, or the kingslayer, but I'm not complaining," he said after a laugh.
Aegon had an amused smile.
Jon Connington was not there, as he had a mission in Storms End, to look for allies.
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Jon gasped as he continued to strike Dothraki after Dothraki.
He had leveled up hours ago and restored his mana, but it was almost depleted again, he cast his elemental aura about five times already, not counting his summons, he was totally worn out.
It's not that the Dothraki were superior in power, but there were too many of them, they kept coming out of the mountain.
The boy attacked one more and Ghost jumped on the other.
He arrived at the white room.
Jon sighed tiredly.
He approached the computer.
{Congratulations, your familiar has leveled up.}
The boy cursed.
He was happy for Ghost, but he needed to restore his mana.
He shook his head and checked his wolf's level.
{Name: Ghost
Familiar Level: 8
Pack: Calls on wild wolves to support him}
The boy nodded and left the room.
He continued his attack, he had little mana left, but his men were beginning to gain ground, his spearmen were holding back the Dothraki.
Jon took out another one, his exhaustion growing.
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The man looked at the monitor, Ned had reached level 32 with eight skill points, before leaving the room.
He watched Aegon charge with his men. He had two Ice Guardians accompanying him.
Three men from the domain headed towards him.
Ned braced himself.
The men came up to him and attacked.
He moved quickly, his sword wrapped in lightning.
But they worked in a coordinated manner.
"Do not fear their magic! The seven protect us! " exclaimed one.
The voice seemed to indicate that it was someone young.
Ned attacked one of them, his weapon pierced his stomach, but the other two took advantage to attack him.
Ned jumped back but one of the swords grazed his neck.
The man cursed as he felt the blood run off him.
' It just grazed me, it's not a serious wound,' he thought and defended himself.
"Critical hit" he whispered.
He felt his mana leave his body and reach his hands.
He threw a punch and one fell to the ground.
Ned was preparing to finish him off when the other attacked.
Ned stopped the blow and prepared a counterattack.
His elemental aura ended.
The man attacked but Ned waited for him and when the sword reached him, he dodged it with a quick movement to the left and decapitated him.
"Your movements do not seem those of someone your age, my lord" He heard from the third, who had stood up.
Ned noticed the figure, who took off his helmet.
The beard on his face made it difficult to see his face properly, but Ned thought it looked familiar. He remembered seeing a similar young man at King's Landing.
"Doesn't he look like Loras Tyrell?" he muttered.
"My younger brother and I share many traits, I am Garlan Tyrell" he introduced himself.
' Is Mace crazy or just stupid, he sent his own son ' he thought incredulously.
"You'll be a valuable hostage, young man," Ned promised.
Garlan's smile was visible through his beard.
"That's if you defeat me, Lord Stark," he said.
Ned nodded.
He thought about the skills that could help him, but both the elemental ones and dismemberment were useless if he wanted him alive.
" I guess I'll be more subtle," thought the lord of the north.
Ned attacked.
Garlan fought back, but Ned's force sent him to the ground again.
The boy stood up, but Ned was already in front of him with his sword raised.
"Break defense" he whispered.
The blow struck his armor, and the man fell back, his armor crumbling to dust as he fell.
"Magic, huh. How curious" he muttered.
Ned didn't let him speak anymore, he hit him hard and knocked him out.
He arrived at the white room.
He approached the monitor.
{Name: Ned Stark
Title: King of the North/Lord of Iron
Skill Points: 11
Level: 33 (0/37000)
Health: 2800/2800
Mana: 2580/2580
Attributes: Low
Skills:
Swordsmanship Level: 5
Atlantic Magic Level: 6}
Because of the amount of points, he could do two things, get the two Atlantean magic upgrades or level up Swordsmanship, he chose to upgrade the Atlantean magic.
Ned pressed Atlantic magic.
{Do you want to spend six skill points and get the first upgrade to the Atlantean Magic skill at level 6?
Yes/No}
Ned pressed yes.
{Atlantic Magic Level: 6
Costs: 200 mana per spell
Compass: You are able to know exactly where you are whenever you are in the water.
Upgrade 1: You know where your allies are in the water.}
He walked out of the room and saw the Tyrell boy knocked out.
"Guardian," he said.
Two ice guardians appeared.
"Take him to the camp, lock him up," he said.
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Jon was panting with exhaustion as he finished off the Dothraki.
He was exhausted.
His mana was almost gone.
Unfortunately, leveling up was harder as he increased his power. The more points he got, the more enemies he needed to destroy.
The boy gasped and saw Ghost let out a roar.
It was his level 5 skill.
The Dothraki fled from the great wolf as fear gripped them.
Jon smiled.
And he felt pain in one leg.
An arrow hit him.
"Shit" he whispered.
His men attacked the Dothraki archers.
Jon closed his eyes in concentration.
"I have very little mana, but enough for this" he muttered.
"Aura of the elements" he whispered.
He felt his mana being sucked away, but the sword turned to ice.
Jon attacked the nearby Dothraki, who turned into ice statues when pierced.
Magic was taboo for a Dothraki, and that made them flee.
" FINISH THEM! " The boy ordered.
His men screamed, screams echoed from the Dothraki mountain gate, Jon watched in horror as hundreds more Dothraki rode out of there.
He let out a cry of frustration and threw his sword at the Dothraki near him, turning it into an ice statue, which was then destroyed.
But it didn't end there, he saw a new Dothraki arrive, there was no doubt for him that he was a Khal.
He was very big, almost two meters tall.
Muscular.
He had one golden eye and the other brown.
Jon looked at his weapon and it was a battle axe, which was all black.
The Khal lunged at him and Jon held back his attack.
The ice aura from his sword helped him, but it didn't seem to affect the horse lord.
Jon gave a stronger attack.
But the Khal held him back.
"Critical hit" he whispered.
His sword glowed a little, and his muscles tensed, Jon attacked, this time the fight continued.
But he was tired, he had little mana, little health too.
They had hurt him badly.
It was then that the Dothraki hit his face with his hand and the boy fell to the ground.
He cursed as he rolled.
"Come on Jon, don't fall here" he muttered, getting up and stopping another attack.
Then he saw a glow on the Dothraki's neck.
It wasn't some kind of chain.
He looked at him curiously.
The Dothraki attacked and Jon knew he had to distract him and kill him with a counterattack.
The boy moved quickly and evaded the attack.
He grabbed the chain from around his neck and ripped it off, the Dothraki screamed as if he insulted him and Jon knew he was calling him a thief, but that was what he wanted.
The Khal attacked with his war axe, but Jon was quicker to dodge it and charged the Khal with his sword in front of him.
He stared in disbelief as his stomach was pierced and Jon felt a glow, arriving at the white room.
"Oh thank the ancient gods," said the exhausted man.
"Are you okay?" Arya asked and Bran looked at him curiously.
Jon smiled at them.
"Dothraki, they are strong and many, but I'm okay, he was just a dangerous Khal, very dangerous," he said.
Arya looked at him frustrated, she wanted to fight too.
"Robb's son was born...Jon Stark" she told him.
Jon raised an eyebrow.
"Terrible name," he told them.
They both laughed.
He looked around wearily and saw his hand, the chain was still there, it was shining, then he noticed that the chain, which looked like gold, had a kind of golden coin hanging from it that shone even more than the chain itself.
"What is that?" Bran asked.
The boy and Arya looked and saw the coin shining.
Jon examined the coin and recognized the drawings it had.
" A Golden totem? " He asked, he had never seen one like that.
Totems were used to purchase skills, but they were made of bronze.
"It looks like a totem," Arya admitted, remembering that every enemy they defeated left behind those strange coins.
Jon nodded.
"It will be different, I buy skills with the bronze ones, the blue ones unlock the computers, what does this golden one do" he muttered.
" But why did that Dothraki have it? " he thought uncomfortably, he supposed that he found it in some raid, or the game intentionally put it there so that he would find him and face the Dothraki.
His siblings looked at him curiously.
Jon shook his head.
He didn't have to think about that now, he went to the monitor and entered the FAQ.
{What are golden totems for?
Golden Totens are used to obtain skills.
Special ones in the skill machine.}
Jon raised an eyebrow and walked over to the machine, put the coin in it and it disappeared. But nothing else appeared.
"What the hell" he whispered.
"It's not working?" Arya asked.
Jon went back to the monitor. He went into FAQ.
{How do I know what skills I gained with the golden totem?
Enter the secondary skills screen.}
' Was there something like that? ' he thought.
He hadn't seen that screen, where was it?
{After you get the skill machine, you need to leave it.
Press the character button and it will take you to the secondary skills.}
Jon nodded and did it.
{Name: Jon Snow
Level: 48
Secondary skills.
Team: Allows you to communicate with other players, but you can only communicate with one every ten levels
Language: Allows you to understand all languages.
Money +: Increases the amount of totems obtained per battle.
Experience +: Double the experience gained per battle.
Reset: Resets your skills, lowers them to level one (1) you get all the skill points you used to obtain them.}
The boy looked curious.
"So I can lose all my skills, but gain others, it's useful, but I'd rather have Swordsmanship and Summoning Magic" he muttered.
"It's useful but dangerous" He heard Bran say.
Jon nodded and tapped his character.
{Name: Jon Snow
Title: King of Valyria/ King of Volantis
Skill Points: 9
Level: 48 (0/115000)
Health: 4900/4900
Mana: 4850/4850
Attributes: Low
Skills: 2
Swordsmanship Level: 6
Summoning Magic Level: 6
The boy pressed on Summoning Magic.
Do you want to spend seven skill points to level up your Summoning Magic skill to level 7?
Yes/No}
The boy nodded yes.
{Summoning Magic Level: 7
Cost: 770 mana per spell
Paladins: Expert sword and shield warriors, with holy protection. Every job they do gives the user experience.
Survival: Magic Weapon Blueprints, Magic Resources, Tower Blueprints, and Barracks.}
Jon looked very interested, in fact, he didn't have any upgrades like the other summons.
"I guess they're too strong already," he said.
He smiled in satisfaction, his mana recovered as he leveled up, and he could now fight again.
He looked at his siblings and raised his hand in greeting, then pressed Exit.
"Summon Paladin squadron " He exclaimed.
A light appeared, it seemed like about fifty of them.
They were varied, all with armor that looked like gold and silver, they were even attractive.
Some on horseback, also in silver armor, holding huge spears, others large without horses with war axes, others with huge shields, and finally the last ones used two-handed swords.
The paladins stood still waiting for orders.
"Attack" Jon whispered.
They moved as a fully coordinated unit, the mounted lancers destroyed the Dothraki with precise and rapid movements, those with axes destroyed the horses and then the Dothraki, those with shields held the enemies in a circle and finished them off, those with swords pierced everything that stood in their way.
It was a perfectly coordinated unit, with perfect weapons, perfect armor, and perfect skill in use.
The Dothraki were annihilated.
Jon then looked up and saw Jorah, Daenerys, and Daario come out of the mountain.
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