Chapter 683: Green Vision's Premonition
Daemon saw the White Walkers, and the White Walkers were watching him.
The tall, pale body jumped off the horse, tapping the ice crystal spear provocatively.
Combined with the unruffled ice blue eyes, it seems to be an invitation to fight to humans.
The roar of the zombie army covered up the sound of wind and snow.
Damon looked at them coldly, chopped off the heads of the two corpses with his sword, and gradually walked towards the open area.
Isn't it the White Walkers?
Just give it a try.
"Hiss... Ga..."
Korakxiu stretched his long neck, and the dragon flames spurted out as if they were free, blocking the footsteps of the ghoul army.
The children of the forest ran around against the mountain wall, baring their teeth and claws to fight back.
Under the weirwoods.
Dai Meng looked serious, standing under the shade of a tree without a single red leaf.
Tread...
The White Walkers strode forward, stepping on the black frozen soil with their bare feet, approaching their opponents step by step.
"It looks even uglier up close, you damn thing."
Damon sneered, looking for an opportunity to kill the enemy.
The White Walker's face was expressionless, and he slashed the ice crystal spear menacingly.
According to the previous attack rhythm, the opponent's weapons will be broken into pieces.
Bang!
Damenti's sword blocked, some ice shards splashed out, and his eyes suddenly dazzled.
Sure enough, as the good nephew said, the Valyrian steel sword restrained the White Walkers.
The weapon was blocked, and the White Walker frowned slightly, which was obviously unexpected.
"Haha, I look up to you."
Damon smiled evilly, lunged forward with his feet, and hit the opponent's heart with his side shoulder quickly and fiercely.
The White Walkers wanted to retreat, but the ice crystal spear was stuck by the sword and couldn't get away for a while.
Seeing his opponent break through in front of him, he let go of his hand and wanted to punch.
Bang!
His shoulder hit his chest, and he staggered back two steps.
The White Walker was extremely powerful, and he lunged with his feet on the ground to stop his retreat.
Damon stared intently, turned his wrist to point the sword's edge downward, clenched his hands and stabbed his lower abdomen.
The White Walker had quick eyes and quick hands, crossing his arms to hold Damon's arm.
The blade stopped halfway, less than an inch away from the pale skin.
"You're done."
Damon suddenly raised his head, loosened the hand holding the sword, passed through the White Walker's arm with his right hand, and grasped the hilt of the sword again.
The White Walker was stunned for a moment and had no time to react.
There was a clang of the sword, and the cold light flashed away.
The corner of Damon's mouth raised a hint of cunning, and the Dark Sister seemed to pierce a piece of white paper and pierce the belly of the White Walker.
The White Walkers opened their arms wide and wanted to make a final counterattack.
Damon took a step back, moving as vigorously as a cheetah, and raised his sword to pierce the White Walker's heart again.
"Idiots with nothing but strength. When I was 16, I could defeat ten of them with my bare hands."
Damon looked contemptuously and turned the hilt of the sword to stir slowly.
Snap!
The White Walkers seemed to be bursting into a bubble, instantly bursting into powder.
"That's all."
Daemon grinned and tipped the lithe Dark Sister.
She is bloodthirsty and will never be embarrassed.
Valley mouth.
boom! boom!
The son of the forest was chased everywhere by the army of zombies, and suddenly there was the roar of an explosion behind him.
"Bilbo, don't be afraid!"
A dozen petite, brown-skinned children of the forest suddenly appeared, took out pumpkin bombs and threw themselves into the battlefield.
The arms and legs of the zombie army were blown away, and the only remaining skull was still in mid-air with its jaws gnashing.
"You are finally here."
Bilbo was overjoyed, feeling happy to see his clan members whom he had not seen for a long time.
As more children of the forest join, the army of wights becomes more vulnerable.
After an indiscriminate bombardment, only the remains of broken limbs were left in the valley.
Bilbo ran over to join them, and a skeletal hand suddenly grabbed his ankle.
"Aba Aba!"
The snow suddenly broke open, and a half-broken skeleton stood up, while the other picked up the skull that fell to the ground.
Insert the skull into the neck, and the skeleton of the head and body is full of ferocity.
He opened his mouth and bit his ankle, extremely arrogant and domineering.
Bilbo's eyes widened and he kicked his leg hard.
Snap!
Before he could settle down, the skeleton was shattered on the ground, along with the struggling corpses nearby.
"Hiss... Ga..."
Corakxiu climbed up the steep cliff, holding the half-drawn corpse in his sharp dragon's snout, his long neck bent and drooping.
A pair of ferocious vertical pupils looked at the little bugs that suddenly appeared.
Bilbo took a closer look and smiled excitedly.
I saw Damon carrying the Dark Sisters, walking slowly up the cliff, and their figures overlapped infinitely with the bloodthirsty giant insect.
A ray of sunlight shone down on the corners of his slightly wrinkled eyes.
The years have changed, but the strong attitude has not been lost.
"Weirdos, did you come out of this cave?"
Damon lowered his head and looked down, the tip of his sword pointing at a narrow cave on the cliff.
quite a while.
The dark cave is filled with warm currents.
Daemon held a torch in one hand and followed the children of the forest.
A slightly older female child of the forest led the way and explained the situation: "The White Walkers appeared last night, causing us to hide."
At first, I didn’t understand why the White Walkers were attracted, but they were specifically ambushing people looking for the Heart Tree.
"Just tell me where the Heart Tree is and how to become a greenseer."
Damon was impatient and looked around to observe the environment.
No one wants to listen to a bunch of squirrel people chirping.
"The Heart Tree is just ahead."
The elder son of the forest stopped, turned around and said seriously: "But whether you can get its approval depends on your ability."
After that, he drove away the other tribesmen, taking only Damon and Bilbo with them.
The three of them took a winding path through the dark tunnel of the cave, and their vision suddenly opened up.
The empty underground cave, with a hole above their heads to receive sunlight.
A fish beam tree took root here, with a huge crown extending out of the cave, leaving only the pale trunk and the complex root system touching the soil.
"This is the heart tree."
The older son of the forest looked up, his tone full of awe: "Touch the trunk and you will get guidance."
It was guidance, not 100% confirmation of inheritance.
"You all retreat."
Daemon glanced at the two sons of the forest and warned: "Korakshu is outside, it can eat anything."
Bilbo did not dare to refute and retreated obediently.
The older son of the forest looked inexplicably and whispered: "Be careful."
Daemon seemed arrogant, secretly paying attention to the details of the children of the forest's expression, and slowly walked towards the fish beam tree.
The trunk was particularly thick and needed several people to hug.
The thick roots penetrated the wind-dried rock layer, and the bumps under the trunk seemed to suppress countless ghosts who wanted to climb out of purgatory.
Daemon stepped on a rock and came to the fish beam tree.
The pale trunk was engraved with a face that was compassionate to the world, and the bright red juice flowed from the corners of the eyes, as if crying for the upcoming disaster.
"What exactly are you capable of?"
Daemon's eyes were bright, and he stretched out a hand to touch the bark.
It was rough to the touch, and the juice was sticky.
Daemon closed his eyes silently and instinctively observed the fire magic in his blood.
Buzz——
Suddenly, the world spun, and the dizziness attacked the brain.
"What's going on?"
Daemon opened his eyes subconsciously, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.
The scene changed, and earth-shaking changes occurred.
The fish beam tree, the three-eyed crow, the Night King who led the army of wights...
He saw many things.
There are things that are happening, things that are inextricably linked to him, and things that might happen.
Boom!
A pale dragon corpse fell in the snow, the dragon died with its eyes open, and hot blood flowed from its dragon mouth.
Daemon was startled and took a step to check.
The next second, the sky and the earth turned upside down.
The cold lake water drowned him, poured into his nose and mouth, and choked him to cough out bubbles.
The feeling of suffocation enveloped his heart.
But it came quickly and went quickly.
Before Daemon realized what was happening, the lake water instantly condensed into ice and turned into an endless snowfield.
Puff!
The big hand wearing a dragon-shaped ring stretched out from the snow and struggled to climb first.
Daemon smashed his head through the snow and gasped for air.
When he looked around again, he was already trapped in a sea of blood and corpses, and everywhere was charred by the flames.
Pop~~
Daemon had just seen a little more clearly when the picture suddenly broke.
Outside, under the fish beam tree.
"Ah!!"
Daemon suddenly opened his eyes and roared.
"What did you see?"
The older son of the forest was beside him, looking around expectantly.
"What? What what?"
Daemon breathed quickly, took back his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
It felt like he had died once.
"What did you see? This is about the future."
A voice sounded, attracting Daemon's attention.
A fourth figure appeared in the cave.
A son of the forest wearing a stag horn helmet and tattered armor.
He was a man, short but strong, holding a spear tied with a stone spear.
Daemon gathered his mind and secretly adjusted his breathing rhythm.
Under the concerned gaze of the two sons of the forest, he said: "I didn't see it clearly, I'll take another look."
He gritted his teeth and put his hand back on the compassionate face of the fish beam tree.
He was sure that he did not obtain the so-called green prophet inheritance.
He only saw some predictive images under a special vision.
In that case, why not look more?
Buzz!
A familiar feeling of dizziness came over Daemon, and he felt dizzy.
The cave disappeared again, turning into white snow.
With the experience of the first time, the dizziness this time was greatly reduced.
Daemon was not so passive, and looked up on his own.
A tall wall covered with ice came into view, spanning the east and west sides of the snowfield.
He was very familiar with it, it was the Wall of Despair.
But the Great Wall at this moment was very different from when he set out.
There were corpses and broken bodies all over the ground, and a burnt smell was floating in the air.
"Hiss--"
Suddenly, a dragon roared like thunder, and a strong wind blew in the gloomy sky.
A huge monster as black as carbon flew over the Great Wall, its wide wings covering the sky and the earth, and soared rapidly towards the southeast.
"Greedy?"
Daemon was stunned when he saw this, and his perspective suddenly zoomed in.
On the broad black dragon's back, a silver-haired figure lay on his back.
Rhaegar's face was pale, his eyes closed as if he was sleeping, but his bandaged arms kept shaking.
Daemon was shocked. He didn't expect his good nephew to be in such a state.
Could it be that the White Walkers invaded during his absence?
At this moment, Rhaegar suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him.
The uncle and nephew looked at each other, and the absurd atmosphere was filled.
Daemon was at a loss, unsure of his good nephew's condition.
As soon as he thought about it, he got the answer quickly.
His good nephew did find him in his dream.
Rhaegar stared at him in surprise, his mouth opened and closed, as if he was telling him something.
And the black dragon under him crossed the ghost forest and quickly left with the driver.
Daemon was confused and tried to read the meaning from his lips.
Boom~~
The vision gradually blurred and the picture was broken again.
