Chapter 663: Capturing the Son of the Forest
Time flies, and half a month has passed.
The army walked out of Luanhe City and officially entered the swampy and miasma-ridden Jingze.
"Hiss!"
A golden dragon flew over the jungle, guiding the army below.
Compared with when they set out, the number of troops has grown larger.
More and more princes in the Riverlands sent troops. The Arryn family of the Vale led an allied force composed of three thousand Vale knights and five thousand archers and infantry.
There are more armies that are constantly gathering.
Tap tap tap...
The horse's hooves stepped on the mud, causing fishy mud to splash up.
Rhaegar rode his horse and stood guard beside the Palace of Painted White Wheels.
The car curtain opened, revealing a beautiful face.
"Letter from Lord Luo Wan, the Hebend army has crossed Luanhe City."
Holding a letter in her little hands, Rhaenyra smiled brightly.
The army from the Reach arrived, and the army heading north numbered thirty thousand.
"Put it away first, there are too many mosquitoes here."
Rega waved the mosquitoes around him and slowly pulled down the car curtain.
"We should ride on the dragon."
Rhaenyra was lying on the window sill, clasping her little hands together.
The car curtain hung over his head, and only a pair of bright purple eyes were exposed.
Lei Jia closed the car curtains tightly and joked: "We are almost at Gray Water View. Let us know earlier next time."
"Hmm~~"
Rhaenyra retreated obediently, hugging her adopted daughter and murmuring.
The Neck is a natural danger, and any army that passes through it will be demoralized.
What's more, the coalition forces organized by various territories are even more unorganized at all.
Following the king on the road can subtly improve cohesion.
It also makes it easier for subsequent coalition forces to come in the same direction.
…
The sun sets and it becomes dusk.
A building deep in the jungle, a gray and white castle covered with rocks appeared in front of the army.
The castle is not majestic, small and old.
Standing alone in the black and green forest, it looks more like a bunker looking into the distance.
"It's finally here, my old waist!"
Aegon kept complaining with a grimace on his face.
Rhaegar dismounted and looked around.
"Hiss-"
"..."
The dragon's roar, as loud as thunder, resounded deep in the jungle, and its huge body could not be seen.
Yang Yan and the sheep thief landed early and were driven by the dragon dragon people to eat.
Three giant dragons hovered in mid-air.
Sylax slowly landed on the tower of the gray-white castle, and the dance of the moon and the dawn were intertwined like butterflies.
"Your Majesty, Gray Water Hope's conditions are limited, please forgive me."
Kingsguard Hall Reed reminded softly and guided the horse considerately.
Hall was born into the Reed family in Greywaterview and was the youngest son of the previous Earl Reed.
He has extraordinary martial arts skills and is smart and capable.
Arriving at Gray Waterview is the time when a wanderer returns home.
“Anyone who entertains the king is doing so kindly, regardless of the conditions.”
Rhaegar had already exchanged letters with Earl Reed.
squeak——
The painted white wheel palace opened the car door, and Rhaenyra, who had changed into black simple clothes, walked down the steps.
"Hiss!"
The pale pink dawn flapped its wings and flew over, and its huge body of more than ten meters smashed next to the wheel palace.
Renya got off the Wheel Palace and was just splashed with mud.
"Haha, Li Ming loves you so much."
Benila hid behind and laughed mercilessly.
Rhaenyra patted the hem of her skirt to make sure it didn't jump into the mud, and naturally took Rhaegar's hand.
Soon, Earl Bard Reed of Gray Waterside came out and welcomed the group into the castle.
"Your Majesty, please come in."
…
At night.
Gray water view, bedroom.
Crack!
The tallow candle burned violently, sputtering out sparks of light.
Rhaegar sat in front of the weirwood desk, carefully reviewing letters from King's Landing and all parties.
Mainly golden fields and old towns.
Darren took a loan from Quayles and recruited a large number of homeless poor people to join the team of reclaiming land.
The Dragonstone Castle on the shores of Dagger Lake has completed its prototype, and is now extending outward with newly reclaimed land to plan the foothold of the town.
The situation in Old Town is tense.
The Hightowers and the merchants of Quils were at odds with each other, and there was a lot of tension.
The young Earl Alan Tully summoned a thousand archers, 800 infantry and 200 cavalry, and was always ready to attack.
"Still reading the news?"
The door opened from the outside, and Rhaenyra returned to the room after washing.
While wiping her wet silver-gold hair, she slowly closed the distance.
The plump man stuck himself behind Rega, turning his head to watch.
"It's all little things."
Rhaegar leaned back, resting the back of his head on the fragrant crook of his neck.
"And Verron's letter."
Rhaenyra smiled brightly and picked up the opened letter.
The letter stated that preparations for Harrenhal were complete, and that the entire riverlands and valleys were mobilizing in preparation for the cold winter.
King's Landing is still peaceful, but things are starting to rise a little bit.
Especially half a month ago, in mid-August, it suddenly started to get cold.
Firewood and warmth items have become high-priced commodities.
Qohor's cheap wool and mulberry became hot commodities, and were sold in large quantities through Blackwater Bay every day.
"Ten years of summer have finally passed."
Rhaegar looked solemn, looked up at Rhaenyra's profile, and whispered: "I predict that it will snow in mid-September, and the people of the Seven Kingdoms will suffer."
Except in the north, even the valleys rarely get snow in September.
Ten years of summer have made the people of the Seven Kingdoms forget the cold of winter, and countless people will die in the heavy snow.
"I'll stay with you."
Rhaenyra rubbed her forehead and whispered softly: "Guard the Great Wall, beat back the cold and darkness in the north, and everything will return to how it was before."
Rhaegar slowly closed his eyes, smelling the fragrance of soap locust, and kept simulating the scene of fighting against the White Walkers in his mind.
The conqueror's prophecy weighed on his heart like a mountain.
The last time humans fought against the White Walkers was eight thousand years ago in ancient times.
I still remember the murals of the White Walkers I saw in the underground mines of Dragonstone Island when I was a child, which recorded the ferocious appearance of the White Walkers.
How to draw a sword when facing dead people and monsters?
"I hope they can carry the dragon flames."
Lei Jia smiled, stood up and returned to the bed.
Outside the castle, the army was stationed three miles away.
Bonfires lit up half of the night sky, and soldiers sang in disarray.
The night is getting darker, and dark clouds cover the bright moon.
"Cuckoo cuckoo..."
Birds chirped outside the window, and the sound was so clear that it seemed to be close to my ears.
Rhaegar lay on the hard bed, sleeping soundly with his head buried in the warm embrace.
Unknowingly, a hazy dream appeared.
White!
The vast expanse is white, and the sky and the earth seem to be one color.
Heavy snow covers everything and the cold wind blows.
Tap tap tap...
A frozen and rotten war horse moved forward slowly, with a blue eyeball connected with blood and veins hanging in its eye socket.
Rhaegar stood in the snow, watching with confusion.
A rotten war horse passed by, with a big foot with white hair, like a snow monster, clamped on the horse's belly.
"Dead horse?"
Rhaegar gradually realized something was wrong and raised his head to observe carefully.
boom--
Just in time, he met a pair of cold blue eyes.
Rega's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously touched his waist to look for his sword.
"Hmph~~"
The rotten war horse gave its nose a heavy blow and carried its blue-eyed master away step by step.
Sitting on the skinny horse was a ferocious man with pale wrinkled skin and messy white hair.
The weirdo's blue eyes were cold and ruthless, scanning the surroundings aggressively.
For a moment, Rhaegar thought the other party had discovered him.
However, no.
The strange man rode the rotten war horse and walked away quickly, stopping at every place he passed, as if he was marking it.
"Is this... a White Walker?"
Rhaegar's eyes were full of disbelief, and he followed through the thick snow.
If it is really a ghost haunting, it proves that the previous speculations are true.
The Conqueror's prophecy is true, the murals in the mines of Dragonstone are true, and Norvos's prophecy is true.
The strategy that has been prepared is not alarmist.
Puff puff...
The strange man waved his hand gently, and the snow bulged up, and thousands of white corpses and skeletons crawled out.
Gathering the resurrected dead behind him, the weirdo nodded with satisfaction.
Continue forward on the rotten war horse.
When Rhaegar witnessed this scene, he was extremely shocked.
Seeing the dead resurrected with my own eyes was a huge impact.
This couldn't help but remind him of the curse of the Shadowbinder he encountered when he was living on the Crab Claw Peninsula when he was a child.
Cannibalizing the shadows of the dead and growing stronger.
If the curse is not killed for a moment, it will spread and spread like the tarsal body.
Bo~~
While he was still observing the weirdo, the dream suddenly broke into pieces.
"Cuckoo cuckoo..."
The birds were still chirping outside the window, and the sound seemed a little more urgent.
Rhaegar slowly opened his eyes and shook his head vigorously.
"Rhaegar, I'm sleepy."
Rhaenyra murmured, her voice soft and cloying.
Rhaegar had a severe headache. He supported the bed board with one hand and tried to get up.
Touching it through the quilt, he suddenly frowned.
He lifted a corner of the quilt, revealing pale and mottled weirwood planks.
Rega's eyes gradually became strange, and he got out of bed lightly.
He placed a gentle kiss on the sleeping man's rosy cheek and whispered, "I'll be back in a minute."
He casually grabbed the shirt on the bedside, took off his clan sword Black Fire and walked out.
Before opening the door, he glanced sideways out of the window.
…
Gray water lookout, swampland.
The silver-haired figure, one foot deep and one foot shallow, walked through the animal path blocked by the bushes.
I don’t know how much time passed.
A low weirwood tree emerged, its red crown glaring in the darkness.
call out--
As soon as Rega stopped, a figure flashed before his eyes.
He was short and thin, like a child.
The skin is green in the moonlight, and the body is covered with rough animal skins.
"Ula Ula~~"
The green figure stayed in front of the weirwood for a moment, turned around and muttered something to Rhaegar, and then magically disappeared.
Just one or two seconds is enough to see a lot.
Hair like brown tree bark, eyes full of wisdom, and ragged clothes.
Rhaegar was startled when he saw this, and strode to the weirwood tree.
The weirwood trunk is thick, with a sad face carved into its surface.
In the dim night, it seemed to be pouring out suffering.
"Did you bring me here?"
Rega's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand as if to touch the tree trunk.
quiet!
There was silence and silence all around.
Rega's face turned gloomy, he patted the pale bark of the tree with his big hand, and said in a cold voice: "I don't know how to praise!"
Zhila!
Black scales and horns sprouted from his forehead, and black flames spread along his five fingers, quickly wrapping around the entire tree.
The bark of the tree burned instantly, and the red leaves turned into the best fuel.
"ah!!"
A shrill scream was heard, and a wave of magic was heard from the fish beam wood.
With a thud, a thin green figure fell out.
Swish!
A flash of black light passed by, and the sword blade was pointed straight at the throat.
The green figure was full of panic, and the hand that was reaching into the pocket on his waist stopped, and he dared not move in fear.
"Son of the Forest."
Rhaegar's eyes were slightly cold, and Blackfire pressed down and asked again: "Did you deliberately lead me here?"
"Ula Ula~~"
The Son of the Forest gestured for a while, as if telling something.
Snap!
The sword hit his face hard, and a cold voice sounded: "Speak human language."
"I led you here."
The Son of the Forest was instantly honest and uttered a skilled common language.
