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Hellen Blackcastle, 22 year old, dies during a live ,playing ,warhammer after an outbreak of rage, where he played a replic of a bastard sword and that for some ,reason of destiny, hit the young woman's face.

"Fuck!!, damn skavens, more than good shit, I died on live in a fit of rage, fuck shame!!"

Looking around sees a pure white spot as well until a message pops up.

"Total war system, customize your avatar or new body to reincarnate". At first he was surprised, but after a while he recovered from the shock.

"Hahahaahaa, shit is reincarnation like this? Well fuck I'm already dead, it's great to have another chance.

After that moment, Hellen starts to build her "new body", since it's no use going to this new world without an intact face.

"Well, let's mix it up, face, Miao Ying's hair, a mix of Asian and European, waist-length platinum white hair, Lyonesse's height and strength, damn that woman wears full armor of easily, Aranessa's agility and finally the brutality of Zheng Jiang" , well reasons why they are all about total war, well she is a fan of the games, after that, a new message from the system is shown.

"You will be reincarnated into the world of GoT, the Ghiscari Dominion is wobbly in Essos, vying with Valyria, the Dothraki ride their horses across their prairies, the Andals are on their land's living and surviving in this world, basically you are before the Andal Migration and the Doom of Valyria. Good Luck Hostess".

a light blinds me, when I open my eyes again, am I in a desert?", System*"Well hostess you are in the disputed lands".

"Damn, my luck is too good, next to Tyrosh and Myr. Well we have to survive."

*System "initial package do you want to open?" , come a message in front of me, as well as in every isekai let's our "golden finger", well let's open".

* Hostess receives a horde of 75,000 people, 5,000 Mongol horse, 5,000 sipahi, 2,500 Arab infantry, 3,000 longbows, 5,000 ax and shield infantry.

MC: "Fucking 75,000 people under my command plus 15,000 soldiers, well considering my situation, better than nothing, more and my stuff?"* Sis: Look in inventory.

Mc: Well let's go.

*Inventory: Turkish noble armor, ax and shield, purebred steppe horse, 100.000 gold dragon's."

sh**.

Well let's locate ourselves right, right which is the closest place to my position?

Sys*: alguns km de Tyrosh e Myr

Shit, well let's go and send my starter pack. I see in front of me a significant horde, armed warriors around me, when they saw me, they bowed to me, I order them to get up and start the journey through the disputed lands, may God help us on our journey.

5 days later.

According to the knights we are 6 days from Tyrosh , it will seem strange 75k people, heading towards the city, will think we are slave sellers or a khalasar well my plan is to go to westeros, conquer Dorne part of the Reach.

Well let's go for another 3 days and rest, I'll see if I can recruit something and build more things in the horde, but let's review something: we have 75,000 nomads, 10,000 knights, 7500 infantry and 3000 archers, 2 horde generals, well when we arrive the city we will buy boats, supplies for the trip, we will pass through stepstones, gray gallows and the broken arm, to be close to the coasts of westeros and we will be able to go to dorne.

*Pov: Kaspir-general of the horde

Well we've been walking for 5 days, from what the queen's knights said, we're going to stop in 3 days, good to walk for 5 days straight and stop only at night is tiring, as far as I know we're in a desert like those of Anatolia, Mongolia or Arabia, we have not very friendly neighbors by the way there will be a recruitment in the horde well I think with our numbers we can recruit 10,000 to 15,000 knights.

*Pov: Tyrosh Watcher

Second, what has been reported by merchants and people from around the area, a khalasar or whatever is coming towards the city, be friendly, we have enough problems in this desert.

6 days later- Tyrosh

*Pov Mc:

Well we arrived in Tyrosh, let's buy what was already planned, well a new name, well... it's going to be an arabic one, let me see... Malika Zaya Mohammed, good name. Well home Mohammed, the lords of the sand, hmm... good idea.

Looking around me I see a sipahi, ''Hey!!'' he looks at me, ''call the two horde generals to meet me before we pass through the city gate''. He nods in confirmation and goes towards the two generals of the horde, my ''sons''.

*Pov: Kaspir

Well, we were called by the queen because of the way she wants to talk to us Zukar and I went to her. '' Well... I'm going to adopt them as my children, what do you think?'' It was a surprise for her to say that to us, ''well, we accept.... Mother' I answer her together with Zukar, well now we are of royalty, I am Kaspir Mohammed and my brother, Zukar Mohammed, sons of Queen Makila Zaya Mohammed, mistress of the desert tribes and future Queen of Dorne.

My new brother found this interesting and so did I, we can have 5000 knights and around 3000 ax warriors, very good start for the two princes of the desert and Dorne.

*Pov: Zukar

"Royalty, something good,." Arriving at Tyrosh, we see its gates, its architecture and its culture, well they are slavers, well they are a colony of Valyria, in a while, so we are going to Westeros, easy life there by the way.

End of pov

Arriving in Tyrosh, we got involved in the trade of furs, animals, clothes and Turkish/Mongolian handicrafts that we had, we bought 300 ships, a gigantic fleet to be able to take us to Westeros, well let's divide the group in two, one for Stormland's the other for Dorne.