Chapter 103 Green Elder (13)

As soon as Long Zell extracted the black water from Yali Hewen's blood, it tried to penetrate into Long Zell's body. Long Zell snorted coldly and threw the black water aside, slightly burnt. On the wall, as soon as the black water touched the wall, it penetrated like water touching soil.

"The water magic of the Rhoynar people, the magic of the Fisher Queen of the Silver Sea? No, I don't feel any sign of the God's Eye Lake being mobilized. According to the family's magic book, the magic of the Rhoynar water mage relies on a The strong magic remains in the Rhoyne River, or other major rivers and lakes, and the Silver Sea has long since disappeared, and even the cursed land of the Heartbreak Territory does not have such strange pollution. "

Ronzel thought carefully about Aly River and the source of Harrenhal's pollution. He denied the Rhoynar's water magic. Although the Valyrians and the Rhoynar were mortal enemies, the Valyrian magic books did not mention that the Rhoynar's water magic would appear in this way. This kind of mutation, even the Heartbroken Territory that was contaminated by Prince Gaelin's curse, did not have such a situation. As for the local magic of Westeros, Longzell always believed that the Seven Gods and the Drowned God were purely artificial gods, and the Light The product of Wang's world consciousness being personified by people is completely different. "Maybe only those green people in hiding know what's going on?"

Thinking of this, Long Zell closed his eyes. He could clearly feel that the castle still had traces of dragon flames, as well as the damp, cold, and strange magical residue that was constantly echoing in the castle. mark. And Yali Hewen, who had just been extracted from the black water, had the same pollution in her body.

"Directly acting on the blood?" Long Zell glanced around with some disgust. "Who is so evil? How many sacrifices did it take to create such a magic?"

It seems that only the green people on the Thousand Faces Isles know what is going on at Harrenhal. Ronzel thought about this and returned to the courtyard. The courtyard of Harrenhal was large enough that even Wormisor was still very comfortable inside. He could even stretch his body and flatten his wings. But Wormisor clearly sensed that something was not right about this castle, and kept tightening his body.

"Okay, okay, Womisol, let's go to Thousand Faces Island." Seeing Womisol's tense body, Long Zell gently touched Womisol's lowered head and felt the warmth from his partner. After feeling uncomfortable, he hurriedly comforted: "Okay, okay, I won't come again. Be obedient." As he said that, Long Zell gently touched Womisol's nose with his forehead. Seeing that Womisol no longer came He tensed his body before climbing onto its saddle.

Seeing the dragon spread its wings and take off, Sir Simon Strong breathed a sigh of relief. Although the Strong family was rich, a large part of the gold was transferred away by Laris, and the remaining part was taken away by Damon to organize an army. , the current Strong family cannot afford to raise a dragon.

"Sir Simon, two more people died in the family." Simon's great-nephew ran over with some fear and said in his uncle's ear. "What's going on?", "Uncle Ward choked on a pie and died. When he was found, the body was already cold. Aunt Aria was stinking when she was found." The grandnephew's voice was trembling: "Is it a curse?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Simon Strong covered his grandnephew's mouth. "Ask your uncle to reorganize his troops immediately and take the young people in the family to the front line of the Red Fork River. Don't stay at Harrenhal." Simon said that since Leonor Strong and Harwin Strong were in the humid When he was burned to death in the castle, he wondered if it was a curse. Now it seems that the curse of Harrenhal is really possible, so run away.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the world, maybe the Strong family can change their territory. Harrenhal is great, so treat it as you like.

Qianmian Island.

It is said that thousands of ancient weirwood trees were planted on the islands in the God's Eye Lake, and each tree was carved with a human face. It is said that in distant times, the ancestors came across the sea, brandishing bronze weapons, and chopped down the weirwood trees. , killing the Children of the Forest, the furious Children of the Forest set off a huge tsunami, shattered the Arm of Dorne, the land bridge connecting the mainland, and created today's Stepstone Islands. They brought seawater back to the mainland, creating the Neck that today separates the northern and southern countries. But the ancestors had the advantage of numbers and technology. In the end, the exhausted two sides chose to reconcile. The colonists gave up the forest and made a sacred covenant with the children of the forest on Thousand Faces Island. The Green Man organization was formed to protect this covenant land. As time passed, the ancestors were replaced by the Andals, and Thousand Faces Island became the only place south of the Neck with large weirwood trees.

Wormisor flew around the island quietly without roaring to announce his arrival. The dragon scanned every bird flying over the woods and slowly landed on the edge of the island.

"Dear Dragon King, I didn't expect you to arrive so soon." A slightly shrill voice came from where the dragon landed just as it landed. Long Zell curled his lips and looked below the dragon.

It was a short old man wearing bark clothes. His skin was full of wrinkles left by the years. He was holding a long weirwood staff, with a huge stag skull hanging on it and four or five small pieces that were not human at all. skull. The old man's skin is slightly green and his ears are slightly pointed, but you can still tell that he is a human being and not some weird elf. The old man was riding a white stag. The giant deer looked at the giant dragon and was not afraid at all. A raven sat on the old man's shoulder and pecked its own feathers from time to time. There was also an emerald green snake coiled around it. On a weirwood staff, he buried his head in a stag's skull with some fear.

"Green Seer?"

"No, respected Dragon King." The old man shook his head shyly: "There has been no real green seer south of the Neck for thousands of years. I just have the blood of the Son of the Forest and can cast some superficial magic. ”

"But you can enter my dream." Long Zell said condescendingly without getting off the dragon saddle. "Even with the help of Helena Targaryen's Dragon Dream talent."

"That was done by the children of the forest in the north with our help, Dragon King." The old man replied in an unassuming tone: "The ancient races have withered away, but we still remember the sins of our ancestors. So we still watch forever north of the Great Wall. Until the final chapter of the Song of Ice and Fire, Dragon King, your arrival has made the music chaotic, and we have to offend you to determine your purpose." The old man lowered his head slightly: "Your brother doesn't know anything, so we just gave it to you. Give them a good dream, but you”

"Keep talking, I'm listening." Longzell comforted the somewhat uneasy Wormisor, and looked at the elder of the Green Man Organization with a smile. He could feel that there were many people in the forest who were also mixed with this kind of strong... The people of the Son of the Forest bloodline of magical elements are quietly observing themselves and Wormisor.

"I just didn't expect you to be so peaceful." The old man raised his head and looked into Long Zell's eyes: "You didn't immediately launch a war to conquer this land six years ago, nor did you choose to watch this war. The Targaryens are gone."

"Do you think the Dragon Kings of Valyria are all brainless war madmen?" Long Zell pressed his forehead helplessly. The old man smiled and nodded firmly: "At least for so many years, the only dragon kings we have known with brains are Aegon and Alexa. As for Jaehaerys, he also has a brain, but he is very brainless in some things."

"Put the mental matters aside for now." Long Zell asked Wormisor to lie down a little lower. Even though his whole body was lying down, Wormisor still stood there like a big mountain, which made the green man elder have to He looked up at Long Zell. "What's the point of sitting on that iron chair? Dragons are important, but they are not everything. When it comes to ruling, people are more important than dragons. My old man once told me that the real way to rule is to build high. We must build city walls, protect our own people, and accumulate supplies so that we can be prosperous. Finally, we can stand up and lead others at the right time, and let others do the work of taking the lead step by step. People's hearts. It took the Targaryen family more than a hundred years and several generations to truly become a 'true king' in every sense of the word. How can I rely on my strength as soon as I come here? Tens of thousands of people and two adult dragons can secure the throne?"

"Your father is a wise man." The Green Man elder sighed sincerely. "The Targaryens have squandered the favor of the gods for this iron chair." The old man told the ancient Asshai prophecy: "When the end comes, Azor Ahai will rise from the land of smoke and salt. Rebirth, recast the messenger of light, cut off the long night."

"I have made this prophecy myself." Longzell looked at the green man elder: "Let's get down to business. How long is the Long Night you are talking about? In order to urge me to come to Westeros, the gods directly gave me such gifts. It’s such a big gift, you can’t just let me do nothing.”

"Without you, the dragons would become extinct in a few years." The green man elder sighed and looked at Wormisor with a trace of pity: "The Song of Ice and Fire will enter a gentle movement, and the dragons will perish. The magic died, accumulating power for the outbreak of the Song of Ice more than two hundred years later, but your appearance changed the movement. Although the Long Night more than two hundred years later is still a destined fate, the gods must come at that time. I also hope to see you stabilize the situation step by step like you are now." The green man elder looked at Long Zell: "You are a kind person."

"You have such good taste." Long Zell pointed at himself and laughed at himself: "It's not that I don't want to."

"You don't have to be humble." The green man elder laughed, interrupting Long Zell's childish self-deprecation: "I can see how powerful your magic is, and I can also see that you are not like those ancient Valyrian The Dragon King uses blood sacrifices to cast spells and replenish life."

"Okay, okay, it's boring to live for so long." Long Zell said with a smile: "There are still more than two hundred years. It seems that our descendants will be responsible for all this after all."

"There will be heroes among your descendants."

"That goes without saying." Long Zell smiled. He patted his partner. "It's good now, but I still fell into the trap of Damon and Xiaojie. It's a pity, it's a pity."

"You already know?" The green man elder also sighed, but immediately realized that something was wrong.

"I said, I have also made prophecies." Long Zell pursed his lips: "I can also decipher a lot of things. Forget it, do you know what is going on in Harrenburg?"

"Uh." The green man elder was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said: "That ignorant red-hearted Heron mistakenly restored the sins of our ancestors, and there is also the black-hearted Heron. Their bodies are indeed flowing with impure blackness. Even we can't deal with the cursed power lingering there. It's very difficult for you."

"I understand." Longzell knew that Harrenhal's situation might be even more special, so he put the matter aside for now: "One last thing, you have disturbed my dreams several times, how are you going to compensate me?"

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