Chapter 682 Damon Finds the Heart Tree
At night, the wind was cold.
The Great Wall was as bright as day, and the outer perimeter was full of burning corpses.
It was as if the flames of purgatory were coming out.
Castle Black, the hall.
"The Night King has escaped and is nowhere to be found."
Aemond had a gloomy face, and his whole body exuded a chill that kept people away.
"It is a happy thing that we can drive away the White Walkers."
Rodrick Dustin said in a hoarse voice, striding around the hall.
Creggan and the Northern lords sat in a circle, nodding in approval.
The scene of the White Walker invasion was vivid.
The dark army of wights, the brave and fearless pale White Walkers.
If it were not for the dragons suppressing in the sky, it would be hard to imagine that the Great Wall could stop the White Walker invasion.
Aemond heard this and snorted heavily.
In the main seat of the hall, Rhaegar lowered his head.
"The wound is very difficult to treat. You should be careful about your movements."
Maester Tru's round belly bent as he carefully treated the king's right shoulder injury.
The ice crystal spear penetrated the shoulder blade, causing bone fractures and muscle tearing.
Due to unknown influences, the wound could not be healed, and the entire right arm was pale and bloodless.
"Besides the wound, what's the matter?"
Rhaenyra half-crouched beside him, tightly holding the trembling right arm.
Rhaegar's eyes drooped, his face flushed unnaturally, and half of his body was shaking uncontrollably.
Rhaenyra bit her lower lip, pressed her cheek against Rhaegar's forehead, and felt the skin burning hot.
"I'm fine, just a small problem."
Rhaegar's breath was hot, and he controlled his breathing rhythm.
The wound was unconscious and gradually numb.
The abnormalities of the body were manifested one by one, just like a cold and fever.
But Targaryens are born with great immunity to colds, and Rhaegar has never caught a cold since he was a child.
Rhaenyra didn't believe it, and her eyes were fixed on the fat maester.
Maester Tru was sweating profusely. He wiped his head with his wide sleeves and said uncertainly, "Your Majesty's symptoms are very similar to the tremor disease that was prevalent during the reign of the Centenarian King."
"Can it be cured?"
Rhaenyra's expression tightened and she pursed her lips in concern.
Medicine in Westeros is not well developed. Thanks to the contributions of the Citadel, it is barely on par with the medical level in Essos.
However, due to the limitations of generations, many symptoms are still classified as terminal illnesses.
For example, grayscale, puerperal fever, and tremor disease caused by cold.
True shook his head gently and whispered, "The tremor disease is a disease that suddenly emerged in the last century. It gradually disappeared from the eyes of the world until most of the infected patients died of the disease."
Even in the Citadel, which is rich in knowledge, little is known about the tremor disease.
Daenerys Targaryen, the eldest daughter of the Centenarian King, was killed by the tremor disease when she was seven or eight years old.
That was a child who was basically raised, but died halfway.
Hearing this, Rhaenyra's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked timidly at Rhaegar, who seemed to be fine.
Rhaegar glanced at the wound, and a layer of transparent film appeared on his body, focusing on wrapping the wound and the right half of his body.
That was the skin of a sea dragon.
You know your own body best.
Call up the system panel.
[Rhaegar Targaryen]
Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragonborn (64%)-(Zombified)
Rune: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue), Dream-eating Toad (purple)
Blood witchcraft: Batworm (blue), Dragon Dance (purple)...
Relics: Blood and Fire, Dream Vision, Blessing of Sea Dragon...
Special props: Space necklace, Dragon Horn (exclusive)
Evaluation: "The blood is gradually losing temperature due to the erosion of ice magic."
"Blood is rigid? There is something wrong at the root."
Rhaegar secretly complained, and he did feel a chill.
That was a negative state that he had never had before.
Moreover, the bronze rune was completely broken, and the sea dragon's skin was moderately damaged, greatly reducing its own protection.
"It's all the ice magic attached to the ice crystal spear."
Rhaegar knew the reason and took a bandage and put it on the wound.
"Your Majesty, you..."
Maester Tru hurriedly stopped him.
"Bandage it, don't be nervous."
Rhaegar was very calm and refused to apply medicine.
The negative state was caused by the attack of the Night King, and it could not be cured by ordinary medicine.
"But, your situation."
Maester Tru was anxious and did not dare to start.
The king's face was pale, and half of his body was shaking.
How could he bandage it so hastily.
Rhaegar's eyes glared, and he made a muffled "hmm" sound with his nose.
Tru's face trembled, and he quickly bandaged the wound, and the bandage was tied with a beautiful bow.
Rhaegar retracted his gaze and tried to clench his right hand.
There was a reaction, but it was difficult to control.
It was like someone was fighting for control of his right hand with him, and he just wanted to shake it as much as he wanted without caring about the world.
It's not clear if it's tremor, maybe it's a complication.
"How do you feel?"
Rhaenyra's eyes were full of tension, and she held the other's hands tightly.
"Not bad."
Rhaegar twisted his neck and forced himself to stand up from the chair.
"Be careful."
Helena's fair face wrinkled into a bun, and she rushed out to support her arm.
Rhaegar shook his head gently and whispered, "Don't show your fear."
He pulled Helena's hand away with his left hand, winked at Aegon and Aemond in the hall, turned around and left with the two sisters.
Solve the problem if there is a problem.
If there is a problem with the bloodline, find a way to break it.
Don't talk about it in the hall, and expose your vulnerable side to the eyes of the vassal.
It's not good to shake the morale of the army.
On the way back to the room, Rhaegar lowered his head and said nothing.
He secretly pondered in his mind how strange and powerful the Night King was.
Dragon flames cannot cause damage, and it seems that they can only fight in close combat.
Use the special properties of the Valyrian Steel Sword to kill it while you have the chance.
My right hand is cold, which affects my brain's thinking.
Rhaegar raised his hand, his purple eyes flashing.
If you want to defeat the Night King, you must find a way to make up for the information gap.
Damon has already set off on his way to find the Heart Tree and the Green Seer.
"Do you want to be prepared?"
Rhaegar couldn't help but think of the witch Kui Lizard, and thought to himself: "I wonder if Yashai has the blood witchcraft to relieve the rigidity of blood vessels."
The disease cannot be delayed, as it will drag the body down.
That was the scene the Night King most wanted to see.
…
The night is getting darker, and the forest is full of ghosts.
Under the dark shade of the trees, the army of corpses surged densely.
A bright moon tore through the dark clouds, illuminating a white arc.
The Night King was expressionless and strode forward coldly.
The body was still pale and showed no signs of injury.
But the old silver-gray armor was burnt black under the dragon flames.
There were dull footsteps behind him.
The Night King, with his keen hearing, glanced back.
A pale white ghost stopped and knelt down on one knee.
The wrinkled face is very solemn and shows determination.
It seems that he wants to apply to fight and continue to attack the Great Wall.
"Ha~~"
The Night King opened his mouth slightly and spit out a mouthful of white frost.
His ice-blue eyes shone with wisdom, and he raised his hand and shook it gently with a sharp finger.
Elegant and noble, like the king of the night.
The pale white ghost frowned and got up from the ground.
The Night King turned his head and pointed his sharp finger towards the distant east coast.
Where is Eastwatch by the Sea.
There are too many dragons in Castle Black, and there is also a character who is enough to threaten safety.
The sparsely populated East Sea View is a blind spot for breakthrough.
The army of corpses marched at night without stopping.
The Night King led the White Walkers among them, and inadvertently glanced at the north.
The night sky was dim, without a single star to illuminate it.
The Night King stared for a while, seeming to weigh the pros and cons.
…
Two days later.
The Ghost Forest, further north across the Fist of the Ancients.
The forest stretches for thousands of miles and is distributed vertically from south to north.
Adjacent to the Ruhe River, heavy snow falls.
"Hiss... Ga..."
A huge creature with a scarlet body and a body as long as a snake flew across the forest, flapping its wide fleshy wings to glide.
The slender dragon tail swayed slightly, sweeping away the ice flowers on the pale tree crown.
"Land down, Colaxio!"
Accompanied by the sharp sonic roar of the dragon, a magnetic voice issued instructions.
Daemon wore black steel armor and a dragon-winged helmet with a red mane.
There was no expression on his stern face, and his eyes were fixed on the row of mountains below.
The mountains converge into valleys, fed by only one stream branching off the Milk River.
Damon stared closely and saw a faint hint of red.
The color of the weirwood.
"Quick, that's where it is."
The child of the forest poked her head out from behind, her beautiful female face full of excitement.
"Hiss... Ga..."
Corakxiu let out a melodious scream, and his body descended straight down like scarlet lightning. His hind feet retracted his wings and landed first.
boom--
The huge body landed with a crash, and a thick layer of snow rose up in the valley.
Daemon rolled over and slid off the dragon's back, pulled out the Dark Sister and moved forward.
Right before his eyes, deep in the valley.
A weirwood tree with a hazy halo stood tall, its broad crown like a red umbrella covering a large area of black frozen soil.
After flying for three days and two nights, I finally found it.
"Wait for me."
The son of the forest followed quickly, bending down and sniffing around.
But the more he sniffed, the weirder his expression became.
Susu...
Everything in the valley was silent, and the snow was slightly arched, making an inaudible sound.
Damon's ears twitched slightly and he looked around warily.
Suddenly, the son of the forest shouted in horror: "Watch your step!"
The next second, the snow suddenly collapsed, and rotten hands broke out of the ground.
Holding tightly to the black-soled red-striped boots, he shook himself hard and climbed up.
Damon raised his eyebrows, and a faint sound reached his ears.
Puff puff puff!
The snow piled up all over the ground, and densely packed corpses of the dead emerged.
Armored skeletons, frozen rotting corpses, broken bones with severed arms and legs...
Countless ones, all roaring and rushing toward him.
"What the hell, are you chasing me here?"
Damon's face turned cold, and he waved the Dark Sister to cut off the big rotten hand that was holding him back at the wrist.
In a moment, hundreds of corpses rushed in front of him.
Damon remained calm in the face of danger, and the Dark Sisters danced airtight.
In terms of martial arts alone, there is no rival in the Seven Kingdoms.
Not to mention this group of unintelligent ghouls.
Tread...
A rotten war horse walked out of the darkness and stood on the cliff of the high valley.
The pale white ghost tightened his reins and stared at the figure with his ice-blue eyes.
After a while, his eyes turned to the son of the forest hiding in the corner.
An ice crystal spear was pulled out from behind and pointed at the target silently.
"His ha~~"
More and more corpses emerged from the frozen soil, rushing towards the Children of the Forest like sharks smelling blood.
There are so many of them, no less than hundreds.
The son of the forest was shocked, took out the glass bottle and threw it out: "Get away."
boom!
Glass bottles exploded into wildfire, burning the ghouls in a green glow.
However, more wights broke through the wildfire and rushed towards the weak children of the forest.
"Hmm?"
The noise disturbed Daemon in the battle, and he glanced sideways.
"Hiss... Gah..."
The sharp dragon roar suddenly echoed in the valley, and the scarlet dragon flame spewed out a line of fire.
Korakxiu's pupils were sharp, and his snake-like body slowly crawled, waving his wings while spewing fire.
"Burn it all, leaving no one behind."
Daemon gave a cold order and approached the dragon.
With a glance from the corner of his eye, he found a cold light on the valley.
It was the ice crystal spear held by the White Walker, reflecting the light in the sun.
