Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 260 Meeting with the Old Gods

Looking down from a very high altitude beyond the clouds, a huge black cloud covered the sky, but strangely, there was a huge hole in the center of the black cloud. The surging black clouds surrounded the hole, and below the hole was a weirwood hill with a radius of about three leagues.

The dark clouds surged like a tide, with lightning and thunder gathering into a blizzard.

The weirwood hill looked like a small island in the dark ocean, surrounded by black water.

The dim moonlight of the new moon and the starlight can shine through the holes in the sky onto the weirwood hills. The snow-covered hills have pale branches that are twisted and crisscrossed, and the red leaves jump up and down in the strong wind. They shine like glass under the subtle starlight, reflecting a weird scarlet luster.

The weirwood forest, with its pale trunks like bones and scarlet leaves like blood, is like a strange heart beating quietly on the icy land.

Viserys peeked at the scene below from a very high point above the clouds. When the pale lightning flashed in the black clouds, he could see with his powerful vision and perception that thousands of wights with dry black bodies and bright blue eyes gathered in the cracks around the hills. They were as quiet as death and did not move.

The Weirwood Hill is protected by magic, and the wights cannot enter.

The strange sight created by the black clouds was obviously a struggle between the God of Cold and the Three-Eyed Raven to kill time.

In a trance, an unusual crow's cry sounded in Viserys' ears.

It's so high in the sky, it's impossible for crows to fly here.

The sound came from deep in the dense forest of Weirwood Hill. Viserys looked in the direction of the sound and found the central area of ​​Weirwood Hill.

This is an invitation.

Viserys shrunk in size, flapped his wings, and flew toward the weirwood, looking for a place to land.

As we approached the height of the weirwood trees and entered a certain range, the biting cold outside the Great Wall dissipated a lot in an instant.

It was a spiritual feeling of being sensitive to magic, not a physical feeling. The wind in the sky of this fish beam forest was still howling, and the snow blowing from outside would still fall on the hills and forests.

Many of the weirwood trees along the hilltops were bent and twisted by the weight of the snow that had fallen upon them. Viserys saw that many of the weirwoods along the edge had been crushed by the ice and snow, their trunks broken and their pale trunks covered with frost, their red leaves all but gone.

All the roots of the fish beams were buried under frozen snow. Viserys found that the branches of the fish beams on the edge of the hill were intertwined, forming a birdcage-like structure. This structure can effectively resist the wind and snow, but the ice and snow can accumulate more on the branches. In the cold wind, the ice on the branches is getting thicker and thicker, and the snow is getting more and more, until it finally crushes the trees.

As Viserys drew near, he could hear the trees rustling uncomfortably in the sharp wind, and he could even hear the snapping of some weirwood trees about to break.

Viserys finally found a slightly open area among the dense branches of the trees and landed on the ground covered with thick white snow.

Looking out from the forest, the forest is full of huge, ancient trees that are thousands or tens of thousands of years old. On the trunks of the trees are carved long, melancholy human faces, with sunken eyes filled with dried red sap. The ancient trees are as tall as giants, seemingly blocking out the sun.

Viserys felt as if he had entered a cage made of trees. The gnarled gray-white bark of the weirwoods made them look like the skeletons of giants or monsters. The roots of the trees were buried under frozen snow, and many of the treetops were hung with ice crystals, which shimmered eerily against the backdrop of the weirwoods' strange red leaves.

The thickness of the snow here is thicker than many people can imagine. When Viserys stepped on the snow without any footprints, his feet immediately sank deep into the snow, as if he could not touch the solid ground.

Viserys was forced to keep his wings, and simply draped himself in a dark purple cloak he had brought with him, covering his body to maintain decorum.

The landing point he chose was not far from the center of the hill, and soon, another crow's cry was heard not far away.

Viserys looked up and saw a huge three-eyed raven quietly looking at him in the gap between a bunch of intertwined rocks covered with thick snow not far ahead.

is a phantom.

Viserys realized in an instant that the three-eyed raven was not a physical entity, but an illusion made up of magic.

Viserys narrowed his eyes. The illusion had a strong hypnotic quality. Just by looking at the illusion, he could easily feel his mind being slightly touched, as if he was affected by the illusion, being drawn away and attracted into some kind of mental vortex.

The storm magic in the body moved naturally, resisting the influence.

Viserys was secretly shocked. It seemed that his decision to come here to find the Three-Eyed Raven after he had an equal status was right. The Three-Eyed Raven's song was called "Earth", but its ability was related to time and space, memory, and spirit. Viserys suspected that if he did not have the same status and came here ignorantly, he might fall into a mental trap at any time and be controlled by the other party unknowingly.

The ability to influence people's minds is so convenient. It only takes a hint, a memory, or a word engraved in the heart to influence a person's judgment and decision.

"Come," the crow cackles, "Come."

Viserys flapped his wings and slowly floated forward.

If someone were to observe from here, they could see the scene here. It was hard to say whether the talking three-eyed crow was more bizarre or the person wearing a thin noble silk purple robe in the cold winter, with a human body but wings on his back was more bizarre.

After crossing the crisscrossing rock gaps where the Three-Eyed Raven appeared, there is a rather steep and rugged uphill path ahead.

Seeing that road, Viserys must admit that he felt a little shocked.

There were no signs of human walking on that road, but there were dozens or even hundreds of crows perched on the branches of each tree. They squatted on the treetops, quiet as if they were sleeping.

It was the interlaced trees, where the ravens roosted in rows, that showed Viserys the way.

If this was a welcoming ceremony, then Viserys felt that the Three-Eyed Raven was quite particular and the ceremony was quite unique.

In a sense, this expressed both welcome and strength. After Viserys landed, he did not hear the sound of crows flapping their wings, which meant that the Three-Eyed Raven had arranged so many crows to wait here in advance. He had foreseen - or had unconsciously arranged - Viserys' landing point.

Viserys said nothing, and followed the path indicated by the raven.

A breeze blew the thin crust of ice, stirring up a few crystals, and Viserys flew up a steep slope and passed between two huge old trees.

At the end of the field of vision, there suddenly appeared an ancient tree so huge that anyone who saw it would be shocked. It was definitely the largest and oldest weirwood in the world.

For a moment, Viserys thought he saw an ancient tower.

The tree occupied the highest part of the hill, covering a very large area. The exposed trunk alone was estimated to be as thick as forty people could hug together. The branches and leaves of the entire tree spread out and grew, looking like a majestic castle.

The human face carved on the tree trunk looked like a mountain god, and the bark was twisted and gnarled, just like the old and wrinkled face of a mountain god.

But the "mountain god" had his mouth wide open, revealing a huge cave.

The snow piled up to the mountain god's mouth, and the moraine submerged most of its jaws.

Viserys saw a strange white mist coming out of the mountain god's mouth, as if the mountain god was breathing, and in the cold weather the tree's mouth seemed to be breathing hot air like a human.

This scene stunned Viserys for a moment, but after looking carefully at the cave, he soon realized that it was not breathing, but someone was making a fire in the cave.

There was a faint light flickering in the cracks of the cave formed by the mountain god's mouth, and a ray of red fire jumped from time to time in the dark mouth of the fish beam tree.

Viserys moved forward.

A faint singing voice came from the mouth of the mountain god, and a singer was humming softly in the "belly" of the mountain god.

The song was sung in a language no longer understood by humans, and the voice was as pure as the winter wind. The song was gentle and sad, like weeping and complaining.

As Viserys listened, he seemed to feel time slow down. He seemed to see the vast earth, the stars surrounding the sky, the sun and the moon rotating alternately, and the raindrops falling and freezing into ice.

As the singing stopped, the world seemed to fall into an ancient, cold and dead silence in an instant.

Viserys couldn't help feeling a little sad, as if he had experienced a lot of changes in the world in an instant.

This is the song of the Children of the Forest.

Viserys was not a dead object without emotions. He could feel the purity and sorrow in the beautiful singing, but being able to feel the touching music did not mean that his heart would be shaken by it. He quickly collected his thoughts and continued to move forward.

The fire at the cave entrance became brighter and brighter, and he came to the cave entrance.

After his feet landed on the ground, Viserys folded his wings, straightened his clothes, slowly raised his hand and knocked on the face of the mountain god at the entrance of the cave. There was a thumping sound, and a piece of snow was shaken off, making a rustling sound when it fell on the snow.

Viserys spoke up: "Viserys Targaryen, Master of Stormsong, King of the Seven Kingdoms, by invitation."

The cave echoed with Viserys's voice, rich and powerful.

A head popped out from the fire under the cave, a strange-looking humanoid creature clutching a torch and looking up. It was thin, only the size of a human child, with a mess of mixed-color hair, and vines, branches, and withered flowers stuck on its head. It had big ears and big eyes, especially its small face, which made its eyes look unusually large, clear and bright, with golden and emerald pupils, squinting like a cat.

Its small head and thin face look more like a squirrel and a cat than a human. It wears a cloak woven from leaves and bark, and its skin is dark, like a deer. These combined together make it not ugly, but presents an indescribable unique beauty. As a humanoid creature, it is difficult for anyone to deny that its image is beautiful.

It has only four fingers, with black and unusually long nails, and a human-like thumb structure that can hold tools in its hands.

"Hello, 'he' asked me to wait for you, Lord of Storms."

The child of the forest who greeted him spoke the Common Tongue with a unique voice, a woman's voice, high and sweet, with a unique rhythm like that of a bard and singer, and there was an inexplicable sadness in the voice.

It should be her, and she was also looking at Viserys.

Viserys calmly walked down the cave entrance along the winding roots that grew from the tree's hollow. "Very well, then. Lead the way."

She looked at Viserys curiously, and saw that he was only wearing a smooth, bright purple robe, and he didn't even wear shoes, his feet were bare, as if he was not affected by the cold at all. He didn't look like a king or monarch that she had seen in the human world, but more like a human ascetic.

Viserys was not as curious about her as Bran and his companions before him, asking this and that, but acting like it was an ordinary visit between humans.

The Child of the Forest did not dare to despise him. She knew that the man before her was the so-called Storm Lord, which meant that his life was the same as that of the Lord in the trees and had transcended the mortal body.

The son of the forest waved the torch towards a corner of the tree hole, revealing a dark crack in the intertwined tree roots that stretched downward to an unknown place. "We are going down, please follow me. He is waiting for you."

The Children of the Forest were not accustomed to the fussiness of human etiquette, and she turned, holding up her torch to lead the way, with Viserys following closely behind.

The path formed by the intertwined tree roots was narrow and rugged, and it kept spiraling downwards. Viserys stepped on the ground covered with mud and fallen leaves, and for a moment he could not tell whether he was standing on several huge roots or real land.

Viserys now recalled his knowledge of another world. When Hodor was carrying Bran on his back through the underground passage, he had to squat and lower his head to avoid scratching and bumping against the ceiling of the cave.

Judging from the height of the cave, Viserys only needs to tilt his head slightly when it is in a very short place, which means that Hodor is probably much taller than Viserys imagined.

Observing in the flames, Viserys discovered that there was no tunnel dug underground, but that the mountain should have originally had a wall or a pit, but as the thick roots of the weirwoods drilled out of the soil and crisscrossed between the walls, a huge tree hole maze formed by countless huge tree roots. The roots of the weirwoods expanded between the walls, penetrated the rock walls, and shattered complex passages.

In a sense, the weirwood forest is like the mangroves on the seashore. With its extremely developed root system, it has bored through the cracks and rocks in the earth, forming an underground world of intertwined roots.

Tree roots are everywhere, arching out of the soil and rocks.

Viserys soon discovered that although the path led by the Children of the Forest was always winding, passing from one fork in the road to another, they were actually walking deep into the earth along the largest and thickest root system.

When Viserys estimated that he had gone two hundred feet underground under the guidance of the Children of the Forest and could even hear the sound of underground rivers, they came to a huge stalactite cave. Stalactite teeth hung from the top of the cave, and even more protruded from the ground. Moist groundwater flowed and dripped on the stones.

Although the cold and damp breath of winter can still be felt, the temperature here is no longer high enough for the groundwater to freeze.

Unexpectedly, we had to go further down. The short son of the forest led the way silently, passing through the winding tree roots, turning around and returning to the large crack covered with tree roots.

At this depth, Viserys saw bones, white bones of all shapes and sizes, a grayish-white color, different from the paleness of the weirwood roots.

The bones of birds, beasts, men, children of the forest, and even giants lay in hollows in the rock, surrounded by roots that stretched out from the skulls.

Viserys was curious, but never asked a question.

Finally, the son of the forest took him to a narrow natural underground stone bridge deep in the ground under the Great Rift. Here, the intertwined roots of the weirwood trees could no longer be seen below, and one could easily see that there was an even deeper, bottomless darkness beneath the rift.

However, the noise of the underground river still shows that this crack has a bottom and does not extend directly to the core of the earth.

"Huh-ha-"

A long breath sounded from the other side of the stone bridge.

Viserys looked up. On the other side of the bridge, beneath the thickest root that had reappeared, an old man with ebony ornaments and fair skin was "sitting" on a throne of weirwood roots that stretched out from the huge root like a dream.

He had the old, decayed and skinny appearance of the Lord of Bloodraven, and he almost merged with the tree roots. Viserys thought that he would think about the world situation when he met the Three-Eyed Raven, but the fact was that he was thinking that the path he took was different from the route he knew Bran took. He remembered that Bran's path in the original world line was on the other side of the Three-Eyed Raven. Bran asked if he wanted to cross the bridge, and the Children of the Forest told him: It's behind.

Viserys had prepared himself mentally, but he didn't expect that he would come face to face with the Three-Eyed Raven from the other side of the bridge.

"I have brought the Lord of Storms." The Son of the Forest said to the Lord of Roots over there.

The other party said in a dry voice: "Very good." His voice was drowned out by the rumbling sound of the water, but it rang in his ears more clearly than the sound of the water.

The Child of the Forest nodded, took the torch and quickly left from the other side of the road.

Viserys remained silent, waiting for the other to speak first.

Silence enveloped the area.

Finally, a hoarse whisper came out of the other's mouth again: "Viserys, hello, we finally meet."

"What should I call you, the Three-Eyed Raven, Brynden, or Brandon Stark?"

"Brandon Stark?" came a hoarse whisper. "I have many incarnations. The Three-Eyed Raven, Brynden Rivers, but Bran is still learning. You may call me Brynden, as I call you Viserys."

Viserys responded calmly, getting straight to the point. "So, Lord Brynden, what is your intention in calling me here?"

Brandon's voice was so weak that he seemed to be dying, but every word he spoke was clearly audible. "I have been looking for you for a long time. Your power from another world not only awakened the great music, but also brought new variables to the Song of Ice and Fire. You have gone further than I thought, and the crisis you brought is more serious than I thought."

Viserys replied calmly: "I thought you would be noble and ask me to help you and cooperate with you in the name of the world's survival. I didn't expect you to be more pragmatic than I thought, and your negotiation style is more like the disputes between humans."

Brynden's lips parted. "I remember that you like straightforward questions and answers. So, Viserys, why did you come into this world?"

Viserys asked, "Is that what you wish to know?"

Brandon replied hoarsely, "It depends on the answer and sincerity."

"How about I ask first?" Viserys asked him directly. "Since we are going to be frank, why don't we get to the bottom of it? If the music ends up in your hands, what would you like to do? What kind of world would you like to create?"

Brynden was silent.

"Well, it looks like we failed to take the first step."

Brynden sighed, "I can find the past of everyone in this world and follow their actions to find their motives for doing things, but you, a visitor from another world, Viserys, I cannot see your past, so I cannot understand you. You have only been in this world for three years, but you have disturbed the unchanging trajectory of this world for thousands of years. I don't know how long you have lived, how long you have lived in the past, how much time and space you have traveled, and what your purpose is. I can only judge from what you have done in the past three years, but I find that you seem to know me better than I know you. This is unfair, isn't it?"

"It may seem unfair from your point of view," Viserys replied, "but this is the basis of our cooperation. With your accumulated knowledge, rich history, and strange abilities, if I had no secrets from you, I think you would not come to me, but would have more secret ways to make me do what you want me to do. For example, Euron Greyjoy, looking back, he was really miserable. He might not know that what he was doing was controlled by the gods until his death."

"Euron," Brynden said, "is an accident. He proves that my ability is not as great as you said or thought. I thought he had the talent to be my successor, but the facts proved that I was wrong about him. History and knowledge give me strength, but this strength is not omnipotent. Otherwise, why would the belief in the old gods be driven to this place in the North?"

"You said you don't understand me, but I don't understand you either. How can I be sure that you are not showing weakness now just to push me out to face the God of Cold head-on, while you pick peaches from behind?"

Viserys had thought that negotiations with the "gods" would be more noble and less materialistic, but it was obvious that both he and Brynden were too deeply influenced by human habits.

"I can show you my history, my experiences, and the past and knowledge you need to explore, such as the abilities and origins of the White Walkers, and the power that the God of Cold once demonstrated."

"What is the price?" Viserys said, not being led in. "My past, for you to see my memories?"

"Then," Brynden said, "since we cannot trust each other, we can only communicate through dialogue."

Viserys smiled. "Very good. I see your sincerity in this. Let me go back to the original question. Since you are unwilling to talk about your vision, let me talk about it first. The way this world works is not normal. I don't think I need to say more. So if I could change it, I would make it a world with distinct seasons. There are four seasons in a year, and the planets revolve around the sun in a cycle. You are not curious about my past. I come from a world with distinct seasons."

Viserys briefly explained to Brynden the laws of motion on Earth, and finally asked, "What do you think of such a world?"

Brynden asked, "According to what you said, how can the energy accumulated in the movement of the stars be released? If it is allowed to burst out naturally, it will cause irreversible damage to the world? Your world has no gods, no great will?"

"Perhaps," Viserys did not directly answer Brynden's accurate guess, but directly said, "But according to my speculation about the Great Will, in His world plan, the Song of Man should dominate the world in the end, and you, me, ice, fire, and water will all disappear. Have you ever thought that the plan I proposed is more in line with the Great Will's intentions, and maybe it can resonate more strongly with Him when it is implemented in practice?"

"You know more than I thought." Brynden acquiesced to Viserys's guess and expressed his sincere response to Viserys. "I believe your plan. But I'm sorry, I can't tell you my plan, and I won't tell you a fake plan to deceive you. I can only guarantee that you and I are united in fighting the God of Cold, and there will be no conflict before we defeat the Long Night. As compensation, you can ask me something you want to know."

Viserys looked at him. "As I recall, we were here to build trust, not to exchange problems."

“Choosing dialogue, asking questions and answering questions is the fastest way to achieve mutual trust.”

"So, let me ask you, how do you plan to deal with the Cold God?"

The question was broad, and Viserys was surprised at how quickly Brynden answered it. "Wait until the Long Night is over, until his forces are dispersed. Then we have a chance."

"Is there a chance?" This word explains a lot, and naturally regards oneself as the weaker party.

"The power of the Cold God is very strong. Viserys, I must tell you that the Long Night is the home of the Cold God. Your army may be able to resist his army, but the real power of the cold is not the army, but death. All living creatures are his enemies, and all dead creatures will become his vassals. The White Walkers are just agents of his power. You know that the Red God sect said that there is a 'fire of life' in all living things, and every time a creature's fire is extinguished, his power will be stronger. I think you understand what it means."

"The dead can be the power of his song?" Viserys understood. "He is different from us. Only dead things without souls can be useful to him, right? Every dead person?"

What Viserys wants to ask is whether every dead person in the past eight thousand years can become his strength.

"Yes, every one of them. But don't take it too seriously. You are also developing believers yourself. You should know how much power the pan-believers and non-believers can give, and how difficult it is to fight against the great will."

After getting the answer, Viserys already understood why the God of Cold was the strongest.

We can only be thankful that the power of songs is limited.

In other words, Viserys was developing believers to compete with the Great Will for the scattered power outside, and the God of Cold was actually snatching the power that had been taken away from the Great Will.

"The White Walkers are dead, then?" Viserys asked.

"No, Melisandre is to the Red God as Aegon is to you as the White Walkers are to the Cold God."

Viserys understood. But when he heard Brynden use Aegon as an example, he was unsure whether Brynden didn't know about Oberyn, Daenerys, and the two little dragons.

"So you found me, how do you want to cooperate? How do you want to delay?"

After asking the questions, Viserys found himself being brought into Brynden's rhythm, but since both sides expressed their sincerity in their attitudes, there was no need to continue to care about these things.

Brynden replied, "We must hold the Wall."

This made Viserys hesitate for a moment. "What do you mean, you foresee the fall of the Wall?"

Brynden asked in return: "What would you do if the Wall collapsed and a large number of wights poured into the North?"

"..." Viserys responded with a question. "If the Wall falls, what will we be defending? A pile of ruins?"

"Drop a section, repair a section. Anyway, we must defend it."

"Building the Great Wall in the long night, does this mean we have to launch a phased counterattack?"

"Yes."

"why?"

"Just like humans go to war and cut off supply lines."

"After the Great Wall is repaired, will the White Walkers and Wights that have already poured in lose their power?"

"No, but we will lose the follow-up support."

"Now that you've said that, I want to ask, why don't the White Walkers first attack the Wall and damage it beyond repair before attacking inland?"

"If that's the case, then we have to defend the Great Wall even more, right? How long we can hold it means how long we can delay it."

After a series of quick questions and answers, Viserys's mind was working at full speed.

He couldn't help but ask: "Will the White Walkers definitely break through the Wall?"

Brynden replied, "I will."

Viserys blinked. "The Horn of Winter?"

Brynden asked vaguely, "Legend has it that Joman, the King-Beyond-the-Wall, blew the Horn of Winter and awakened the giants beneath the earth. What do you think the 'giants beneath the earth' are?"

Hearing his question, Viserys looked up at the huge tree roots above the cliffs of the underground tunnel. "Are they trees? Are the giants underground the roots of weirwood trees? Will the Wall fall down when the Horn of Winter is blown, as the songs say?"

"It is too long ago, and the stories told are not always true," Brynden said. Then he asked, "Why did Joman, King-Beyond-the-Wall, blow the horn? And when did he blow it?"

"Legend has it that in the Age of Heroes, a Lord Commander of the Night's Watch became the Night King and ruled the Wall from the Nightfort with his White Walker queen. They were eventually defeated by Brandon the Liberator, King of Winter, and Jorman, King Beyond the Wall," Viserys answered, suddenly realizing. "Jorman blew the Horn of Winter to defeat the Night King? I heard that there was a magical weirwood door under the Nightfort. The Nightfort was rebuilt in the Age of Heroes, right? The Horn of Winter blew down the Nightfort, and Brandon the Liberator rebuilt that section. Could Brandon the Liberator and Brandon the Builder be the same person? But the construction of the Wall is said to have taken thousands of years, so they can't be the same person."

"History is like a mist, it is difficult to see the truth." Brynden sighed, "The Horn of Winter will not destroy the Wall. Instead, it will be used when building the Wall. The reason why the Wall collapsed was due to the power of the Night King's White Walker Queen. However, people saw the horn blowing and the Wall collapsing, so they thought that the horn caused the collapse of the Wall."

Viserys couldn't help but ask curiously: "The ice wall of the Great Wall is covered with the roots of the weirwood trees. Why don't you go and guard the Great Wall?"

“You see the Great Wall is there, but you don’t see the source of its power.”

Seeing Brynden start talking, Viserys began to act stupid and say, "This is the source of power. If all the gods come here to protect you, then you will be safe."

"The power of the Wall is complex, as you'll see once you get there. The weirwood roots are only part of the wall."

"The Great Wall was built by the gods working together?"

"At first, it was just a foolish attempt by humans after the long night. But later, the gods saw the will of mortals and the potential contained in it. If you want to know its construction process, I can take you back to observe. I think understanding how the Great Wall was built will be very helpful for you to learn how to use your power."

"Forget it. I appreciate your 'kindness'."

Viserys understood what was said. The gods had participated in the construction of the Great Wall. Think about it, how could there be no abnormal forces involved in the construction of a 700-foot-high wall?

At that time, the Wall was controlled by the Night King, and the White Walkers tried to break through the Wall from the Nightfort, but the Wall collapsed. Because they were the closest, only the Old Gods responded, so the Old Gods alone and the humans of the time carried out the repair work of the Nightfort.

Communicating with Brynden, Viserys had many questions that he wanted to get answered, but he did not ask them blankly. He only asked questions that were closely related to cooperation: "After all this, I still don't know how the White Walkers will collapse the Wall."

Brynden opened his mouth, paused, and then said frankly, "The reason I changed the subject is because I don't know either."

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Viserys was speechless for a moment.

Brynden added, "But I know how to repair it when it collapses. Blow the Horn of Winter."

"." Viserys was silent for a moment, then took over the topic, "So where is the 'Horn of Winter' now?" When asking, Viserys actually already knew the answer.

And Brynden's answer was just as he thought: "The horn is now with the Night's Watch. I left it at the Frostfang to the Night's Watch who has the talent to blow it. That man's name is Jon Snow. He also has another identity-"

Viserys turned his face away, not wanting to look at Brynden's charlatan look.

But Brynden didn't care and continued to tell the secret: "- He is the son of your brother Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. Rhaegar used the excuse of polygamy of King Aegon the Conqueror and King Maegor to officially marry Lyanna in the Shroud of the Seven Sacred Temple ten leagues outside Harrenhal, witnessed by a drunken monk from the Riverlands. They later gave birth to a son in the Tower of Joy, named Jaehaerys Targaryen, who is now Jon Snow. He has Targaryen blood and the blood of the Old Gods, and he has the talent to blow the horn."

Viserys listened and turned his head again.

Although he had known for a long time that Jon was the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna, this was the first time he knew these details.

He didn't expect that Rhaegar would dare to "trace back" the Targaryen tradition of polygamy in order to fulfill the prophecy that "the dragon has three heads".

(End of this chapter)