The returning procession stretched into a long black line on the Kingsroad.
Due to Lynn's presence, Jon did not entrust Tyrion with visiting Bran.
So, upon learning that Lynn was returning to Winterfell, Tyrion departed ahead of him.
Lynn's dragon was very well hidden, and Tyrion was completely unaware of it.
He only knew that Lynn possessed a dragon egg.
During Winter, the roads in the North were more difficult to travel than ever.
Snow covered the ground, and the cold wind cut across everyone's faces like knives.
Yet, the atmosphere within the procession was unusually high-spirited.
Lynn rode at the very front of the procession, with his hundred men following closely behind him.
Since the Night's Watch were now considered his own, killing hostile creatures also granted experience points. After some consideration, Lynn decided to take them with him, for unforeseen circumstances.
Every individual exuded a chilling aura that only battle-hardened elites possessed.
A commander who could cleave an Other with a sword, find a dragon egg, and even command the respect of the Lord Commander, was worthy of their complete loyalty.
Arya rode her gentle mare, keeping close by Lynn's side.
She was no longer as chattering as she had been on the way there; a calmness unbefitting her age had settled on her small face.
She simply watched Lynn's profile with her bright, clear grey eyes, unblinking, as if she couldn't get enough of the sight.
Winter's three small heads peeked out from the thick fur 包裹 in Lynn's arms.
They curiously observed this world of ice and snow, occasionally letting out faint hisses.
Lynn was silent for most of the time.
He repeatedly studied the ancient Valyrian texts left by Maester Aemon.
These books, made of old parchment, recorded languages and histories long forgotten by the world.
Lynn's mental strength far surpassed that of ordinary people, and his learning ability was terrifyingly strong. In just a few days of travel, he could already haltingly read some simple phrases.
"Drakaris..." (Dragonfire)
Lynn silently recited the word in his mind.
Winter, the head with the blood-red eye on the right, suddenly lifted excitedly from his arms.
It exhaled a small puff of black smoke towards the sky, accompanied by a few faint sparks.
Although it was still just a young dragon and only exhaled harmless black smoke, it was nevertheless performing the action of breathing dragonfire.
It worked!
A surge of ecstasy welled up in Lynn's heart.
This was not just a word.
It was a command.
One day, it would grow into a true giant dragon.
With dragonfire that consumed all, it would clear all obstacles in his path.
Night fell.
The procession camped beneath an abandoned watchtower.
Bonfires were lit, dispelling some of the chill.
The soldiers sat around, roasting dried rations, and talking softly, laughing.
Lynn did not join them.
He walked alone to the top of the watchtower.
He sat cross-legged, placing longclaw and dark sister, the two Valyrian steel swords, across his lap.
He closed his eyes.
The surrounding clamor gradually faded away.
His consciousness began to ascend infinitely, detaching from his body, and merging into the pulse of this world.
Greensight.
He wanted to try that feeling again.
This time, his goal was even clearer.
Arthur Dayne.
Sword of the Morning.
Legend has it, the most powerful knight Westeros had ever seen.
Lynn concentrated, silently repeating the name over and over in his mind.
His consciousness traveled through the endless river of time.
Countless fragmented images, countless noisy sounds, flashed past his ears.
He saw giant dragons breathing fire over Harrenhal.
He saw the First Men and the Children of the Forest signing a pact by the God's Eye.
He even saw a white-haired Valyrian, Riding a giant dragon, stepping onto the land of Westeros for the first time.
These were the deepest imprints of memory on this continent.
Lynn forcibly pulled his consciousness away from these grand historical tableaux.
He knew that with his current mental strength, he was not yet capable of prying into such distant pasts.
He needed a closer, clearer anchor point.
The Tower of Joy.
The place where Ned Stark and Arthur Dayne had their final battle.
As this thought appeared, Lynn's consciousness instantly found its direction.
The surrounding scenery began to clear.
The ice and snow of the North receded, replaced by the sun-baked red earth of Dorne.
A solitary round tower stood amidst the crimson mountains.
The Tower of Joy.
Lynn's consciousness, like an invisible ghost, passed through the stone walls of the tower.
He saw it.
In a sun-drenched courtyard.
A man in silver-white armor, with white wings adorning his helmet, stood quietly there.
In his hands, he held two long swords.
One of them was the legendary sword forged from a fallen star, radiating a faint milky-white glow—Dawn.
The other was an ordinary knight's long sword.
He wore no helmet; his long silver-gold hair swayed slightly in the dry, hot Dornish wind.
His handsome face always carried a hint of melancholy, yet his eyes were as calm as deep water.
Arthur Dayne.
He was not dueling with anyone.
He was simply practicing his sword.
One man, two swords.
His movements were not fast.
One could even say they were somewhat slow.
But every movement was full of rhythm and beauty.
The long sword in his left hand parried, the Dawn in his right hand thrust.
His body rotated, and the two swords, like two streaks of light, drew perfect arcs in the air.
Pure swordsmanship.
A swordsmanship that perfectly integrated strength, speed, skill, and balance!
Lynn's consciousness was completely immersed.
In his mind, only the trajectories of the two swords remained.
He greedily absorbed and memorized every movement of Arthur Dayne, every detail of his exertion, every shift in his center of gravity.
[Detecting host observing legendary swordsmanship...]
[Attributes meet requirements, analyzing the combat techniques of Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning...]
[Analysis complete!]
[Congratulations, host, you have comprehended a new skill: Dual Wield Single Handed Sword (入門)]
[Congratulations, host, your skill Single Handed Sword (Expert) has gained a large amount of insight, proficiency greatly increased!]
[Congratulations, host, your skill Light Sword (Mastery) has gained a large amount of insight, proficiency greatly increased!]
A series of system prompts exploded in Lynn's mind.
A massive stream of information instantly flooded his consciousness.
That was the essence of Arthur Dayne's swordsmanship!
Lynn suddenly opened his eyes.
He was still sitting at the top of the watchtower, with the two Valyrian steel swords across his lap.
The night wind was cold, the starry sky brilliant.
It was as if nothing had happened.
But Lynn knew that everything had changed.
He slowly stood up.
His left hand grasped dark sister.
His right hand grasped longclaw.
He closed his eyes, and in his mind, Arthur Dayne's figure reappeared.
Lynn's body moved.
The two swords in his hands, under the cold moonlight, traced two intersecting silver trajectories.
Parry, spin, thrust, sweep... These movements, he had never learned, yet they felt as familiar as if he had practiced them a thousand times.
He was no longer Lynn.
In this moment, he seemed to have become the legendary Sword of the Morning.
One set completed.
Lynn sheathed his swords and stood, his chest rising and falling slightly.
A powerful feeling, never before experienced, filled his limbs and bones.
He looked at the two swords in his hands.
A crazier, bolder idea took root in his heart.
What if... what if he could use this method to "see" all the legendary figures in the history of Westeros who had left a significant mark?
To learn their techniques, to steal their knowledge, to discern their secrets... What would he become then?
A monster, embodying all legends?
Lynn's lips curled upwards uncontrollably.
Eventually, it turned into an uncontrollable low laugh.
He opened his attribute panel.
Name: Lynn
Strength: 7 (21%)
Agility: 6 (24%)
Constitution: 6 (2%)
Spirit: 25 (0%)
[Single Handed Sword (Expert) 852/1000]
[Light Sword (Mastery) 483/500]
[Arthur's Dual Wield Single Handed Sword (入門) 1/10]
[Riding (Proficient) 1/100]
[Unarmed Combat (Mastery) 0/500]
[Archery (Proficient) 0/100]
[Herbalism (Proficient) 0/100]
[Ice Magic (Mastery) 192/500]
[Greensight (入門) 1/10]
[Warg (入門) 1/10]
Remaining Experience: 301 (Gained from Night's Watch clearing wildlings)
Looking at the brand new skills and greatly increased proficiency, Lynn was in a great mood..
He had ample experience, and this world now held no more secrets for him.
He could completely forge himself into a monster proficient in everything!
However, the limitation of mental strength remained a weakness, which had to recover on its own over time.
If only there was a way to quickly restore mental strength.
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