Chapter 267 A voice that doesn’t belong to this world

What is hidden in the dark side of the world is often the ultimate answer to the world.

When the foreign power shattered the barriers of this world and extended its tentacles to the place where it felt most suitable, it was discovered that it seemed that one had made a not-so-correct choice.

"The new world is not so pleasant."

A voice said so.

"But it is destined to belong to us."

Another voice replied.

The sound was strange, like a thick mask, and the rumbling laughter was creepy.

But now, there is no living creature that can hear this conversation.

So, it's not that scary.

"We searched around in this world, and finally, only the guy huddled in the ice shell agreed to accept us."

"Yes...the power of this world is stronger than many worlds."

"Our doors cannot open in the territory of those who reject us, which is very difficult for us."

"But it doesn't matter, that guy has agreed to cooperate with us."

"We help him eradicate the things he hates. When his power spreads further, we can conquer more places."

"This... is your new home?"

"Or is it another world destined to be frozen by ice, snow and darkness?"

"Who knows?"

The voice laughed, completely dissipating in the corner of this world where no one could hear it.

Some eyes were focused on a direction north of the Great Wall, where was their first target.

Killing a gatekeeper, a guy hiding in an ice shell, cannot use his own magic to kill him.

But it doesn't matter, their swords can do that.

…

Jon Snow is still crawling.

He felt like he was traveling through the esophagus of a dryad, if there was such a thing as a dryad.

The tip of my nose is always filled with a strange and increasingly stronger aroma.

At some point, the direwolf Ghost following Jon Snow also disappeared, as if it had never existed.

And Jon Snow seemed to have completely forgotten that he was pulled into this cave by it.

Right now, the night watchman only knows how to keep crawling towards the unknown.

…

"Commander-in-Chief, I am old and I really don't know why Jon Snow can't wake up."

"I'm sorry. It seems that I haven't learned enough knowledge in the school. I can't help him."

The old voice was like gently scraping on the dry bark of a tree.

Although it sounded unpleasant, none of the people in Jon Snow's room in the Commander's Tower felt that this made them uncomfortable.

The person who just spoke was an old man with hair as white as the falling snow outside the window and skin as wrinkled and rough as tree bark.

He was wearing a thick robe, his thin body huddled in a chair, his cloudy eyes filled with helplessness and disappointment.

He is Aemon Targaryen, Maester of Castle Black.

But in the entire Castle Black, only a few people knew his surname, and everyone would only call him "Maester Aemon".

He is one hundred and two years old and, according to some, may be the oldest man in all of Westeros.

When he was born, the Targaryen dynasty had not yet fallen.

But now, the former True Dragon Dynasty has collapsed once, leaving only one descendant working hard to restore the glory of the ancestors in Dorne in the south.

He was used to seeing everything on this continent, and his wisdom helped the dilapidated Night Watch Legion to struggle to gain a foothold on this barren ice sheet.

But now, just when he was about to return to the embrace of the gods, one of his favorite young men fell into a strange coma after an ordinary night.

He didn't have any injuries and his body wasn't overheated, but he just couldn't wake up.

Even some rough people went up and gave the boy named Jon Snow two hard slaps, making the corners of his mouth bleed, but he didn't react at all.

No one suspected that he was pretending to sleep, because Jon Snow, as Lord Commander Mormont's chief affairs officer, had no reason to do so.

"What's going on? It's not a good thing to have such a strange disease in this weather."

The melancholy Eddie, as a good friend of Jon Snow, is also observing his situation in the commander's tower.

Lord Commander Mormont had to admit that Eddie was right.

This is not the warm south. Lying in a big soft bed, you can sleep until you die as long as you have food and drink.

This is the Great Wall of Fucking Death.

It would be strange for a person's body not to have any problems if he is inactive for a long time and in a low temperature state.

He had never seen Jon Snow in such a situation before him.

It’s also my fault that Catelyn Tully kept the news that Bran Stark was sick and comatose too tightly.

Otherwise, Commander-in-Chief Jeor Mormont would probably understand as soon as he heard that the Jon Snow in front of him looked exactly like his brother.

And they are all members of the Stark family.

This is very intriguing.

…

Jon Snow is still crawling.

Time seems to have lost its effect in this strange space.

He was not aware of his abnormality at all, and the night watchman's own vigilance had long since disappeared.

In the dark, he always felt that something was calling him at the end of the giant wooden passage.

He had no proof of this, but he trusted his instincts.

After all, when he was outside the wall, facing wildlings, white ghosts, and unknown threats hidden in the snowstorm, Jon Snow relied on his own intuition to save his life.

The cold had disappeared, and the feeling around him was getting warmer and warmer.

Lights made of plant fruits passed by Jon Snow's ears.

Jon Snow felt like he was traveling through time. Each piece of fruit contained a slice of a period of time.

And what is contained in it is history that people deserve to remember.

He really thinks so.

Crawling forward little by little, if he was outside, his robe below the knees would have been badly worn.

But here, every wear and tear will be restored to its original state by unknown forces.

The time in Jon Snow seems to be two parallel but never intersecting channels with everything in this space.

Theoretically it's impossible, but he happened to be here, and some kind of power weakened his thinking about other things, and just wanted him to come and witness some things.

Moreover, he is responsible for conveying some important news to people who can receive the news.

Westeros is big, and the world of living people is even bigger. There are always people who should stand at the front when facing darkness.

Finally, Jon Snow saw an almost ninety-degree downward turn in front of the seemingly endless, winding wooden tunnel.

Suddenly, that strange sweet smell and that vague calling became powerful and substantial.

Jon Snow understood that his destination was just under the turn in front of him.

As for what's down there, there's something waiting for me.

He is no longer afraid at all. Since it was his own choice to come here, there is no need to regret it.

With sudden force on his legs and hands, Jon Snow controlled his body and fell into the downward tree hole.

Just like when he was a child, sliding down a high hillside, Jon Snow's body fell rapidly in the smooth tunnel.

The downward tunnel is still very long, and the fruits dotted on the tunnel wall are gradually getting a little green from the white outside.

They flew past Jon Snow's eyes and turned into a grotesque flash of light.

I don’t know when it suddenly started to fog up.

That's not quite accurate. It should be Jon Snow who fell into a large smoke.

He was not a little flustered by the smoke that almost deprived him of vision.

Everything that happened in front of him had already exceeded his cognition. In this case, he understood that fear was a useless emotion.

Between every breath, what rushes into the nose is the air with the smell of vegetation.

Time was blurred, causing Jon Snow to not know how much time had passed.

Finally, his body was empty and his vision suddenly became clear. He fell out of the thick fog and fell on a thick blanket of dead leaves.

His hands subconsciously touched the short stick at his waist that he had brought in with him.

Good, this time the stick is still there.

Jon Snow felt slightly relieved.

He raised his head and looked at the deepest point along the way.

He doesn't know yet that he is his dream.

And here is the ultimate place of this strange dream world.

There is something that wants him to see this scene and, through him, bring the news out.

Because, for Him, there is no time left.

There is no time...

Walking forward step by step, the soles of my feet stepped on the leaves that seemed to have just withered, making a crunching sound.

Jon Snow's target was what he saw at a glance when he raised his head. Standing in the center of this huge space, it was like a wonder, twisted and thick black vines.

The vine itself was so black that it was chillingly dark, with a bulging shape in the middle, as if something was wrapped inside.

The same jet-black leaves cover the surface of this strange plant.

It's like the iron scales on a bloated dragon that are constantly opening and closing.

Jon Snow knew that this was the destination of his trip.

Whether it was the faint fragrance that made his mind empty out and made him feel comfortable all over, or the calling meaning that seemed to be nothing but was now as thick as water.

The source they pointed to was the huge plant in front of them that connected the entire space.

"I want to see what you are. There is such a thing outside the Great Wall."

Jon Snow knew that he must be underground in the Haunted Forest now.

You must investigate such a place clearly. This is the duty of the Night Watch Rangers.

He thought so.

Then, step by step, he walked towards the huge vine.

Walking cautiously to the feet of the giant, the imagined danger did not happen.

Jon Snow took off his gloves and reached out to touch the surface of the giant vegetation.

It was cold to begin with.

And at the moment he touched it, a sound that was almost non-existent, but that he could hear very clearly, suddenly sounded from the entire space.

"Tell Clay Mandler..."

"help me……"