Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 289 The Beginning of the God War
In the crypt, Arya and Nymeria stood silently.

In front of him is the tomb of his father Eddard, buried next to him is his mother Catelyn, and next to them are his eldest brother Robb and his youngest brother Rickon.

Arya stood there, sadness welling up from the bottom of her heart.

The truth of history is no longer verifiable. Only they themselves know the reasons for what happened to them, the deceptions they suffered, and the choices they made. Future generations can only dig out a glimpse of the truth from fragments of words and hearsay.

Littlefinger died, and many secrets about him were completely buried in history.

When a valley politician dies, the aftermath is easier than expected.

The Vale army was originally divided into two sides. The Royce family brought by Arya quickly helped Arya to "appease" the emotions of the other half of the Vale, and were happy to explain what happened in Winterfell to Lady Lysa in the future for Arya - Littlefinger was not very popular.

They didn't know it at the time, but Lysa and the Arryn family of the Vale had already withered away in the long night, and their direct bloodline had become the dust of history along with the dead Littlefinger.

As for the knights who died or were injured in the Trial of the Seven, they were all blessed and comforted by the monks, and their emotions were stable. This was the rule of the trial, and when the result came out, the noble knights would unanimously choose to end it with dignity.

At this moment, footsteps were heard at the entrance of the tomb: "You are here, Arya."

It's Sansa.

"Sansa," Arya looked back at her, and then reached out to touch the tomb of her younger brother Rickon, which had no stone statue. Rickon was once the heir that Arya had high hopes for, but now everything was developing in a direction that Arya did not expect. Bran was also an option, but Bran had been missing for a long time and there was no news. "What happened to Rickon and his mother that day? How could it be so sudden? How could they not even leave their bodies behind?"

It has been a long time, but to this day, when asked about that incident, Sansa would still look at the spiral staircase leading to the underground crypt with uneasiness.

"A lot of strange things happened that day, Arya. To this day, I still have nightmares about what happened then." Sansa felt cold all over just thinking about it. "I should have told you earlier, but I was afraid you might not believe it. That day..."

Because of the communication difficulties between the Wall and Winterfell, Sansa had no one to share the strange things deep in her heart with. Now that there was someone she could share with without reservation, she did not hide anything and told Arya everything she saw that day, which she could not tell whether it was a dream or reality.

"Oh, my God." After hearing what Sansa said, Arya was not confused, but shocked.

Sansa noticed Arya's attitude and couldn't help wondering: "Do you know what those are?"

"You're right not to tell anyone, Sansa." Arya told her seriously, "Promise me that this will rot in our hearts from now on, and no one else will know about it."

"You really know what those are." Sansa looked at her little sister in disbelief. "Tell me, Arya."

"Sansa, Jon told me that north of the Wall, there was once a man who would send all his newborn boys to the forest, and then after a while, the children would disappear." Arya's tone became a little depressed, "His Majesty the King and many people speculate that the White Walkers would use witchcraft to transform human children into White Walkers. Those things are creations of ice."

Sansa covered her mouth. "You mean the gods."

"You said what happened after Rickon was stabbed by his mother's Valyrian dagger." Arya painfully told the truth she guessed, "Sansa, I've seen this happen before." Arya turned sideways, revealing the sword hanging at her waist, "This is the Valyrian steel sword in the Thunderstorm Gauntlet given to me by His Majesty the King. I have killed White Walkers on the battlefield with my own hands, Sansa, just as you said just now. When my sword pierces them and pierces their black ice armor, their bodies will melt like ice and snow. At that time, the sword will be terribly cold, and even the King's witchcraft cannot hold it."

After hearing what Arya said, Sansa was shocked by another truth Arya described: "You know witchcraft, like those warbands?"

"Yes, His Majesty is very generous to the defenders of the Wall." Arya said, "This is all to fight against the White Walkers." Arya noticed that there was a trace of regret in Sansa's shock, and probably guessed that Sansa had some other thoughts because of the psychological gap, so she changed the subject, "As for what you said about your mother, Sansa, is the Red God monk Thoros of Myr still alive? My mother had died, and he resurrected her. At the Wall, the soldiers of the Red God faith under Lord Stannis all had similar situations. The thing that supported my mother to live should be the source of the fire. I want to see the power of the gods at the bottom, the tomb of 'Brandon, King of the North'. You mentioned that there was a sword that could emit cold air and finally melted, I have to confirm it."

".Is there any danger?"

"No," Arya explained, "It is said that the Nightfort on the Wall was once ruled by the Night King. Later, a northern king named Brandon joined forces with the wildling king Joman to defeat him. At the Wall, Joman's relics are now in Jon's hands. You would never dare to imagine that he could use them to repair the Wall. The roots of the weirwood will grow as he blows the horn."

Sansa couldn't imagine that scene: "The Wall."

"If that Brandon is the former King of the North, then perhaps he has something else besides the sword made of 'Black Ice'," Arya said. "This matter involves powerful magic and witchcraft. I am worried that something dangerous will remain and bring endless disasters to Winterfell."

"I'll go with you and call the guards?"

"No," Arya refused. "Sansa, I learned one thing from King Viserys at the Wall. The family heritage is long, and the ancestors buried in the crypts are not necessarily all good people. Can you understand? Some of them are kind, some may be evil, and some may have done this or that. But in any case, they are already the past. We inherit their bloodline, but we should not inherit their mistakes and stupidity. We repair it, forget it, and let it disappear with history. We should bravely throw away the heavy burden of family history, let go of the wrong obsessions in the bloodline inheritance, and do what we think is right."

Sansa looked at Arya and suddenly felt that she, as a sister, was not mature enough. She had unconsciously treated Arya as a real duke: "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I have to go and see what I should do, or maybe do nothing."

"But you're all alone—"

Arya patted her body, making a banging sound. "Did you hear that? This is Valyrian steel armor that allows me to use witchcraft. Don't worry, when I put on the armor, even Jon can't beat me. Nymeria will be with me."

Seeing that she couldn't stop her, Sansa had to give up.

Arya then raised her torch and began to find her way down.

The firelight gradually disappeared in the spiral staircase leading down to the tomb. Sansa suddenly felt uneasy, feeling that she was too far away from the front line in Winterfell, and a thick barrier had been created between her and Arya, who had just returned from the front line.

Arya found her way down without any danger, passing through the thousands of years of Stark family heritage, the gazes of more than ten northern dukes and hundreds of northern kings, and finally came to the bottom of the collapsed area that Sansa mentioned. It was no longer as cold as Sansa said, but there was a faint sense of disorder in the air.

When she came down here, for some reason, the Valyrian steel armor on Arya's body had a faint fluctuation of magic. Arya also underwent spiritual training at the Wall, and her mind was sharp enough to detect the strange magical disturbance deep in the tomb.

There was something oddly familiar about the magical disturbance beneath the ground, and Arya couldn't quite place it.

She bent down and looked inside through the collapsed gap, but all she could see was darkness on the other side of the gap.

She thought about it, summoned the strength of her armor, and blew a gust of wind through the gap. She roughly confirmed that the other side was a wide area as Sansa said, so she took a deep breath and directly squeezed through the gap with the advantage of her thin body. Nymeria was left at this end because of her large body.

After lighting a torch at the other end, this side didn't seem much different from the way we came.

Arya walked slowly with a torch to the place where there were obvious black marks of burning.

Two black marks were left in front of "Brandon". Arya was inexplicably sad. Sansa told her that the charred ground in the back was where her mother Catelyn died. The sudden fierce fire burned her to ashes, leaving nothing but a dagger. The other charred ground was the leader of the Marshland. This loyal lord died at the hands of her mad mother. Arya could only mourn for him.

The flow of magic here is a bit chaotic.

As Arya got closer, she finally realized that the lingering magical power here gave her a familiar feeling: it was the Great Wall.

She was at the Wall. The king, the Red God followers, and Jon had all said that the Wall was where the magical power was most intense.

She remembered that the magic of the catacombs was a bit like a restored beacon tower, where inexplicable magical forces collided and surged.

Arya raised the torch and looked at the statue of King Brandon. It was so long ago that the statue had been blurred by the erosion of time and the face could not be seen clearly. But Sansa mentioned that the melted black ice sword and Rickon had disappeared. She couldn't help but think that Rickon might have completely melted and disappeared like ice and snow, just like the White Walkers she had seen being killed.

It seemed that there was no danger left underground.

Arya stood silently, looking at the stone statue of King Brandon in front of her. For what purpose did this Stark ancestor bring the ice sword that might belong to the "Night King" back to Winterfell for burial? Was it a trophy to show personal bravery, or was it to covet some kind of power?
No one could give Arya an explanation for her doubts. She could only comfort herself that no matter what, everything had completely disappeared with the passage of time.

He stood there for a while, silently mourning the traces of his mother and Rickon.

Arya turned silently and was about to go back the way she came.

Suddenly, the armor on her body gave her a shock as if to warn her.

Arya had fought on the Wall before, and she drew her sword immediately. She knew very well that this was a magical signal, which often occurred when the White Walkers appeared, causing abnormal magical disturbances.

She concentrated.

Using the familiar principles of Braavosi swordplay, be still as water, move like a shadow, and watch carefully.

However, after a few breaths, nothing happened.

She carefully observed every corner within the range of the torch light, and after confirming that there was no one there, she controlled her breathing and sensed the source of the abnormal magical disturbance.

He concentrated his mind and silently mobilized the magical power of the armor under his clothes. A slight breeze rushed out from the armor, blowing up the dust on the ground.

Soon, Arya realized something was wrong.

The activated wind magic encountered resistance on the stone cover of Brandon's tomb.

She remembered that Sansa had said Rickon was here.
Arya stepped forward and moved closer.

The anomaly originated from the sarcophagus of the strange King Brandon.

Arya bravely placed her sword and torch where she could easily reach them, then moved forward and tried to open Brandon's sarcophagus.

With the help of the witch armor, Arya pushed hard with both hands, and the heavy stone cover was slowly pushed open to create a gap.

A chilling and decaying aura emanated from the sarcophagus. Arya dodged immediately, picking up the sword and torch on the ground and standing alert.

Yet still nothing happened.

Arya then continued to move closer, and this time she kicked open the shifted sarcophagus lid with her foot instead of her hands.

Behind the smell of decay, Arya sensed damp moisture and a strange smell, a smell that could only be smelled in the forest, the smell of rotten leaves and tree roots.

The torches moved closer to the growing gap.

Arya felt a chill for a moment. She saw a thin, pale tree trunk among the bones of King Brandon that had rotted into mud. Twisted roots like earthworms took root in the rotten bones in the tomb. In one part of the tomb, there was a pool of thick water that gave off a biting, icy breath.

The trunk of the tree growing in the sarcophagus is as pale as a bone, with a few young leaves as red as blood on the tip, and the first leaves growing at the root have rotted into its nutrients.
This is a new weirwood.

It was as if someone had sprinkled sapphire powder on the pale, bone-like tree trunks, and disturbing strands of ice-blue light flowed through the pale, thin trunks.
With the rotten bones of Stark's ancestors as nutrients, and the "melted snow water" suspected to be the remaining after the melting of "Rickon" as the water source, and perhaps something else together, a bizarre environment was formed, and a fish beam tree seedling grew.

Arya's brain was momentarily stunned by the strange growth of the weirwood seedlings.

What does this mean? Isn't the weirwood a manifestation of the power of the Old Gods? Jon relied on the power of the Old Gods' Chosen Ones to repair the Wall with the magic horn.
Weirwoods aren't supposed to look like this.

That disturbing black icy light clearly came from the same origin as the White Walkers' magical armor and weapons.

Arya could sense the evil in it.

And thinking that the "water" was most likely "Rickon", Arya couldn't help but feel uneasy, and a wave of nausea and disgust surged in her heart.

She clenched the sword in her hand and subconsciously stretched the Valyrian steel sword towards the strangely growing weirwood.

"Stop."

A voice suddenly sounded in the tomb.

Arya quickly sheathed her sword to protect herself and frantically searched for the source of the sound.

Finally, she saw a vague figure in the dark shadows.

Arya felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and intimacy, and subconsciously asked, "Bran?"

When she asked this question, even she felt strange.

The shadow let out a long sigh: "That's it."

Arya had a strange thought. Although the vague shadow's "eyes" were looking at her, the words it spoke seemed to be spoken to someone other than her.

The faint gaze seemed to pass through her and go to a more distant place.

Suddenly, she felt her brain was in a state of chaos and grogginess, as if she had forgotten many things. She could not tell for a moment whether she was in a dream or reality.

Arya fell asleep in a daze, with the sound of thunder and wind faintly in her ears.

-

"That's it?" Viserys looked warily at the vision of the Three-Eyed Raven on the Wall. "What are you doing?"

"Viserys, as a visitor from another world, you have done enough. I promise that we will not lose, and we will definitely win this war." The three eyes of the Three-Eyed Raven looked at Viserys, and their eyes became sharp and dangerous. "Let's stop here."

The air in the King's Tower seemed to stagnate.

"I believe we will win this war, but you and I both know that the outcome of this war is not important to you and me."

Viserys stared back.

"You have gained more than enough in this world. You can be content, stop here, and cover for me. You can become a good king of Westeros, a living god who will live forever in the world, you can build a country greater than Valyria and more legendary than the Kingdom of the Dawn in this world, you can conquer Essos and even the whole world. As long as you want, you and your descendants can rule for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, or even forever." The illusion of the Three-Eyed Raven was small and pocket-sized, standing quietly on the document shelf in front of Viserys, confronting the tall Viserys, "This is my promise, the great will bear witness for you and me."

It must be said that the weight of this promise was so great that even Viserys was a little tempted. However, he was not the kind of person who would hand over the initiative to others: "How can I guarantee that what you do will not harm me?"

In Viserys's eyes, this was a zero-sum game. However, he did not wait for the Three-Eyed Raven to give an answer.

The two men who were confronting each other in the King's Tower showed a hint of surprise on their faces, and their spiritual perception fell back to the depths of the Winterfell crypt.

But Arya, who had been hypnotized by the old gods' mental magic, suddenly woke up with a start.

Viserys felt the magic through his armor.

Soon, it was discovered that in the pocket of Arya's underwear, there was a strange coin that was neither gold nor iron, and it was emitting a chill, which stimulated Arya to wake up.

It is a coin of the Faceless Man of the House of Black and White.

The God of Cold hid so deeply that neither Viserys nor the Three-Eyed Raven discovered him for such a long time.

For a moment, Viserys's power, the power of the old gods, and the power of the cold god entangled in Arya's body.

This in turn caused Arya to withdraw her personal will.

Arya sat up suddenly and looked at the sarcophagus suspiciously, her expression flickering.

However, at this point, no matter what decision she made, it would have no impact on larger issues.

"Oh." A look of sadness and failure appeared on the face of the Three-Eyed Raven. "Perhaps all this is the fate set by the remnant of the Great Will. It not only plays with the fate of humans, but also manipulates us who claim to be God's creations. Unfortunately, Viserys, our cooperation ends here."

After saying this, the illusion of the Three-Eyed Raven disappeared from Viserys' sight without hesitation.

At this moment.

North of the Great Wall, at the headquarters of the Three-Eyed Raven, in the vast weirwood forest covered by ice and snow. In the weirwood throne, the skinny and pale Brynden opened his eyes, and the cloudy old eyes seemed to penetrate time and space, deep and ancient.

Brandon Stark, who was also sitting on the weirwood throne next to Brynden, opened his eyes. His eyes were white and his pupils were invisible, but he seemed to see through everything.

at the same time.

In the weirwood forest, thousands of crows flew out from underground and entered the weirwood forest filled with deep snow and freezing wind. The crows' cries had an unsettling and weird feeling.

same moment.

Outside the weirwood forest, tens of thousands of wights surrounding the woods opened their eyes, and cold ice-blue light danced between their pupils.

The blue light in the eyes flickered in these dead objects, as if the stars in the night sky were blinking.

At a certain moment, the blue light in the eyes of tens of thousands of dead creatures surrounding the forest began to dissipate from one of the dead creatures, and turned into pure black. And in that dark pupil, a golden halo soon appeared.

Like the eyes of the children of the forest.

One, two, three.
It was as if there was a virus in the tide of corpses that was spreading at an unimaginable speed.

After a few heartbeats, dozens, hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of blue lights in the eyes of the dead creatures were extinguished, and turned into black pupils with golden halos.

In the deep and dense forest of the Ghost Forest.

Lengshou, who was riding an elk and hiding in a forest somewhere, opened his eyes. Thousands of crows were screaming. Lengshou rode on the elk, drove the tall elk, and silently set out on the road to the north in the long night.

Thousands of crows were with him.

Outside Winterfell.

A tall black direwolf corpse opened its eyes, and its gaze flickered and turned golden, just like the tide of corpses north of the Great Wall.

But its gold color is purer, not just the gold edges, but as bright as golden gold.

"Ouch——"

The mutated ice wolf corpse let out a terrifying moo, then raised its eyes and looked intently at a tall corpse ghost riding on a corpse horse beside it.

The pupils of the corpse rider were burning with disturbing blue flames, and at this moment, he seemed to be in great pain. The blue flames were leaping and flickering, as if there was a force waging a silent and terrifying battle in his body.

Finally, at some point.

The blue flame went out, and a pair of gray-blue eyes lit up under the dark and cold black robe.

"Oh——" The mutated corpse made a sound that was not like a human voice.

A thin, sharp face could be vaguely seen inside the hood.

If any Stark were here, he would easily recognize that this ghost was none other than Benjen Stark of the Stark family, the chief ranger who had been missing outside the Wall for several years.

After that bone-chilling sound, he uttered a word, his voice as cold as black ice: "North."

His gray-blue eyes turned toward the northern horizon, and then he began to ride away.

He already knew that his destination was to follow the path of the zombie tide southward to the Far North, the heart of winter.

-

Not long after the Three-Eyed Raven disappeared, a loud rumbling sound was heard on the Great Wall.

"what happened?"

An unsettling mood is spreading.

In Viserys' room, a chaotic voice came from the communicator:
"Black Castle, Black Castle, this is the beacon tower, this is the beacon tower, the section of the wall that the beacon tower was repairing has collapsed, requesting support, requesting support"

".This is Donghaiwang. The crack in Donghaiwang has broken."

".This is the Shadow Tower"

".here it is."

"."

For a time, the entire Great Wall front line was calling for help, and all the walls that had been destroyed by the White Walker army suffered varying degrees of damage.

The power used to build the Great Wall originally belonged to the old gods, so there is no doubt that the old gods are also causing trouble now.

For a moment, Viserys had no idea what the Three-Eyed Raven was doing, and couldn't help wondering if he was turning around to cooperate with the God of Cold?
The chaos at the Great Wall lasted for a long time.

However, as time passed, no news came from anywhere that the White Walker army was approaching.

Only the biting cold wind, carrying a terrible magic that made Viserys uneasy, rushed madly through the gap in the northern Great Wall into the interior of Westeros.

The temperature along the entire Great Wall, including the southern part of the city, dropped by dozens of degrees in less than half a quarter of an hour.

For a time, many soldiers and patrol guards who were patrolling and training outside the damaged area of ​​the city wall and had no time to retreat to the charcoal braziers inside the city wall to warm themselves were directly frozen into popsicles and died of hypothermia in this sudden cold wave without any warning.

The terrible cold snap forced Viserys to order everyone to take shelter in the castle where they could keep warm.

Even the soldiers of the regiment wearing Thunderstorm Armor could not withstand such cold.

Even Stannis, the Red God's Chosen, is sending uneasy signals to Viserys.

Even Viserys could feel the terrible magic contained in the cold wave, which was suppressing his magical perception.

In this sudden attack with a lack of additional intelligence information, Viserys once thought that the Great Wall was about to fall, and he even began to consider abandoning the Great Wall and the North and moving south.

However, this cold wave lasted for a whole day and night, but still no news of the attack by the White Walker army came from any castle. Even Viserys could clearly sense that the cold wave was slowing down and dissipating at an abnormal speed.

This means that after the Cold God gained a huge advantage in the Great Wall that he had been fighting hard for the past two and a half years, he not only did not take advantage of the situation to launch an attack, but instead tried desperately to take back His power.

Viserys' eyes flickered as he looked north of the Wall, and he began to hesitate.

Something must have happened in the North.

The old gods must be doing something.

So, the question is, should he get involved?
-

at the same time.

In the southern border of Westeros, the valley, and the riverlands, the zombie tide that had moved deep into the south of the White Walkers began to maneuver and assemble frantically. A large number of troops gathered and began to march towards several large human strongholds that they had not yet taken.

The zombies under the long night started to move frantically. In a few days, all the large human strongholds in the south would face the most fierce attack in history.

The God of Cold could not wait for the opportunity to maximize the advantage of the Long Night. He had to expand his own power from the distant front in a very short time. Because if the whole army attacked, it would be too late to mobilize the zombies and the White Walker army that had already penetrated deep into the south to return to the north to help.

He discovered the old gods' conspiracy against the ambush quickly enough, but Tiangang's Black Tiger Heart-Ripping Technique still posed a threat to the God of Cold.

He has seen through the purpose of the Old God, whom he has always regarded as the most dangerous. The other party does not want to defeat him, but to infect him and merge the power accumulated by the Old God in the long history with him. In this way, the power of the two songs that are now faintly merging will collide and merge violently, thereby awakening the great will.

Yes, when the God of Cold glimpsed the conspiracy, he quickly saw through everything the old gods were secretly planning.

The purpose of the old gods has become clear.

From the very beginning, the Old God was not trying to seize power and snatch the Great Music from the remaining Great Will. He was trying to devote his own power, along with the infected, most powerful Cold God in the world, to the Great Will, in an attempt to awaken the consciousness of the Creator who had been missing, comatose, or perhaps extinct for tens of thousands of years.

This was a move that the old gods had planned for thousands of years and specially prepared for the God of Cold, called "Longevity of Heaven and Earth".

Even in the eyes of the so-called "gods" in the world of ice and fire, the behavior of the old god Three-Eyed Raven is like that of a madman.

At the same time, in the direction of Essos, and even on the Yi Ti battlefield where there was no news from Westeros, the army of the White Walkers was maneuvering frantically, just like the tide of zombies in Westeros, preparing for a decisive battle.

The God of Cold must expand in a very short time to ensure that he will not be taken away by the old god's move of "Heaven and Earth Live Together".

On the Essos front, a battle is going on in the Golden Fields. The tide of White Walkers suddenly went crazy and began to fiercely attack the Dothraki roaming here at all costs.

In the wild forests to the north of the disputed land, the Apostle of the Red God, who was ordering his subordinates to expend manpower in the mountains and forests at all costs, to spend long nights at various mountain passes, to build monasteries and temples in caves, and to prepare for a long and protracted war, suddenly felt uneasy.

Looking up to the northwest, his gaze seemed to pass through the narrow seas, cross the mountains and rivers and fall on the despairing Great Wall.

For the first time since his arrival, this messenger of God showed a look of horror: "How could this happen!!!"

Then the messenger of God immediately made a decision, flapped his wings, turned into a red meteor, and rushed towards the northwest.

-

What is even more unexpected to everyone is...

In the direction of Seal Bay, the frozen sea surface suddenly burst, and jets of water with incredible force shot directly into the sky, like dozens or hundreds of whales spouting spectacularly.

One after another, the frozen bodies of strangely shaped fishmen spurted out from the water and fell heavily onto the ice.

Then, the corpses of the fishmen seemed to get up from nothing, gathered like an army, and slid on the ice on their slippery bellies, marching northward.

It turned out that the Drowned God, who had not taken any action, had already lined up his team.

Viserys had not yet realized that what he was experiencing was an assassination that had been planned against the gods for thousands of years.

Even if Viserys had not appeared and the music had not been triggered, this long-planned plan would still have gone ahead.

It’s because the purpose of the Old Gods and the Drowned God was never a grand melody from the beginning.

They want to awaken the Creator and have Him restart the unfinished creation with His own hands.

(End of this chapter)