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Chapter 267 A Voice That Doesn't Belong To This World
What is hidden on the dark side of the world is often the ultimate answer to the world.

When the power of the foreign land smashed the barrier of this world, and stretched out its tentacles to the most suitable place for itself, it was only then that he realized that he seemed to have made a not-so-correct choice.

"New world, not so pleasant."

A voice said so.

"However, it is destined to belong to us."

Another voice replied.

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

But right now, no living creature can hear the conversation.

So, not so scared.

"We searched and searched in this world, and in the end, only the guy shrunk in the ice shell agreed to accept us."

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

"Our door cannot be opened in the territory of those who reject us, which is very embarrassing for us."

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

"We help him eradicate what he hates, and when his power spreads farther, we can conquer more places."

"Here...is the new home?"

"Or another world destined to be frozen in ice and darkness?"

"Who knows?"

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

Some gazes were looking at a direction north of the Great Wall, which was their first goal.

To kill a janitor, a guy hiding in an ice shell, there is no way to kill him with his own magic.

But that's okay, their swords can do it.

……

Jon Snow is still climbing.

He felt like he was walking down the gullet of a dryad, if there were such a thing as a dryad.

The tip of the nose is always filled with a strange, more and more intense aroma.

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

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

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

……

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

"I'm sorry, it seems that I still haven't learned enough knowledge in the school city, and I can't help him much."

The old voice was like scraping lightly on the bark of a withered tree.

Although it was ugly, none of the few people in Commander Jon Snow's room felt that it made them uncomfortable.

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

He was wearing a thick robe, his thin body was huddled in a chair, his cloudy eyes were full of helplessness and disappointment.

He is Aemon Targaryen, Maester of Castle Black.

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

He is one hundred and two years old, and according to some, he may be the longest-lived person in all of Westeros.

When he was born, the Targaryen dynasty was not in decline.

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

He was used to everything on this continent, and with his wisdom, he helped the dilapidated Night Watchman Legion struggle to gain a foothold on this barren ice field.

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

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

Even some rough people went up and slapped this kid named Jon Snow severely twice, tearing the corners of his mouth to bleed, but he didn't respond at all.

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

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

Melancholic Eddie, as a friend of Jon Snow, also observed his situation in the command tower.

Lord Commander Mormont had to admit that Eddie was quite right.

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

This is the fucking Great Wall of Desperation.

If you are inactive for a long time, it is strange that the human body will not have problems under low temperature conditions.

He had never seen Jon Snow in front of him.

Also blame Catelyn Tully for covering up the news of Bran Stark's illness and coma too tightly.

Otherwise, Lord Commander Jeor Mormont would probably understand right away that Jon Snow in front of him looks exactly like his brother.

And they are all members of the Stark family.

This is intriguing.

……

Jon Snow is still climbing.

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

He didn't realize his abnormality at all, and the night watchman's own vigilance had already disappeared.

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

He didn't have any evidence to back this up, but he trusted his instincts.

After all, when he was outside the Great Wall, facing wildlings, aliens, and the unknown threat hidden in the blizzard, Jon Snow relied on his own intuition to save his life.

The cold had disappeared, and the surroundings felt warmer and warmer to him.

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

Jon Snow felt like he was traveling through time, and each of these fruits, wrapped in it, was a slice of time.

And what is contained in it is a history worth remembering.

He really thinks so.

Climbing forward a little bit, if it was outside, then the robe below his knees would have been severely worn out by now.

But here, every wear and tear is restored by unknown forces.

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

It is theoretically impossible, but he is here, and his thinking about other things can be weakened by some kind of force, and he just wants him to come and witness some things.

And, be responsible for conveying some important news to those who can receive the news.

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

Finally, Jon Snow saw that there seemed to be no end to the winding wooden tunnel, and there was an almost ninety-degree downward turn in front of it.

All of a sudden, that weird sweet smell, and that faint calling also became powerful and tangible.

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

As for what is below, there is something waiting for me.

He was not afraid at all, since it was his own choice to come here, so there is no need to regret it.

With sudden exertion of 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 slope, Jon Snow's body fell quickly in a smooth tunnel.

The downward tunnel is still very long, and the fruits dotted on the walls of the tunnel slowly turn green from the white outside.

They flew past Jon Snow's eyes and turned into a group of grotesque flashes.

I don't know when, the surrounding area suddenly became foggy.

That's not quite accurate, it should be Jon Snow, who fell into a large cloud of smoke.

He wasn't even a little flustered by the smoke that nearly deprived him of his vision.

Everything that happened in front of him has long been beyond his cognition, and since this is the case, he understands that fear is a useless emotion.

With every breath, what pours into the nose is the air with the smell of grass and trees.

The time was blurred, so that Jon Snow didn't know how long he had passed.

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

The palm of his hand subconsciously touched the short stick he brought in at his waist.

Well, this time the stick is still there.

Jon Snow was slightly relieved.

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

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

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

Something wanted him to see this and, through him, get the message out.

Because, for him, there is no time.

no time...

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

Jon Snow's goal was that he raised his head and saw at a glance, standing in the center of this huge space, that twisted and thick black vine like a spectacle.

The vine itself is chillingly black, with a bulging middle part, as if something is wrapped inside.

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

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

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

Whether it was the faint fragrance that made his brain empty and he felt comfortable all over his body, or the meaning of calling that seemed to be nothing but was now as viscous as water.

The source they point to is the huge plant in front of them that connects the entire space.

"I'd like to see what kind of thing you are. Outside the Great Wall, there are actually such things."

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

Such a place must be investigated by oneself, this is the duty of the night watchman rangers.

He thought so.

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

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

Jon Snow took off his gloves and reached out to stroke the surface of the great vegetation.

Started with a piece of cold.

And at the moment when he touched it, a voice that was almost nonexistent but that he could hear, sounded suddenly from the entire space.

"Tell Clay Manderly..."

"help me……"

"Here they come, there is a second thing in the cold wind."

Jon Snow's eyes shrank suddenly.

He heard it right, he did hear the name.

Put your ears against the tree trunk, trying to identify the source of the sound.

Jon Snow moved a little.

Then, he saw something.

All the blood in his body froze at this moment.

(End of this chapter)