Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 103: Green Elder (13)

As soon as the black water was extracted from Yali Hewen's blood by Longzel, it tried to penetrate into Longzel's body. Longzel snorted coldly and threw the black water onto the slightly charred wall beside him. As soon as the black water touched the wall, it penetrated into it like water meeting soil.

"The water magic of the Loyna people, the magic of the Silver Sea Fisher Queen? No, I don't feel any signs of the Divine Eye Lake being mobilized. According to the family's magic book, the magic of the Loyna water wizards relies on the existence of the Loyna River, which has a strong magical legacy, or other major rivers and lakes. The Silver Sea has long disappeared. And even the cursed land of the Heartbroken Territory does not have such strange pollution."

Longzier thought carefully about the source of the pollution of Aly Rivers and Harrenhal. He denied the water magic of the Rhoynar. Although the Valyrians and the Rhoynar were mortal enemies, the magic books of the Valyrians did not mention that the water magic of the Rhoynar would have such a change. Even the Heartbreak Territory polluted by Prince Garin's curse did not have such a situation. As for the native magic of Westeros, Longzier always believed that the Seven Gods and the Drowned God were purely man-made gods, which were completely different from the product of the world consciousness personified by people, such as the Lord of Light. "Perhaps only those hidden green men know what's going on?"

Thinking of this, Longzel closed his eyes. He could clearly feel that the castle still had traces of dragon flames, as well as the damp, cold, and strange magic remnants that continued to resonate in the castle. And the same pollution had arisen in the body of Yali Hewen, who had just had the black water extracted.

"Directly acting on the blood?" Longzel glanced around with some disgust. "Who is so vicious? How many people must have been sacrificed to create such a magic?"

It seems that only the green men on the Thousand Faces Island know what is going on in Harrenhal. Longzier thought about this and returned to the courtyard. The courtyard of Harrenhal was large enough that even Wormithor could still feel very comfortable inside, and he could even stretch his body and flatten his wings. But Wormithor clearly sensed that something was wrong with the castle, and he kept his body tense.

"Okay, okay, Womisol, let's go to Thousand Faces Island." Seeing Womisol's tense body, Longzel gently touched Womisol's lowered head. After feeling the discomfort coming from his companion, he hurriedly comforted him: "Okay, okay, it won't happen again. Be obedient." As he said that, Longzel gently touched Womisol's nose with his forehead. Seeing that Womisol was no longer so tense, he climbed onto its dragon saddle.

Seeing the giant 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 had been transferred away by Laris, and the rest had been taken away by Daemon to organize an army. Now the Strong family could not afford to support a giant dragon.

"Master Simon, two more people died in the family." Simon's great-nephew ran over in fear and whispered in his great-uncle's ear. "What happened?" "Uncle Walder choked to death on a pie. When he was found, his body was already cold. Aunt Alia was already smelly when she was found." The great-nephew's voice was trembling: "Is it a curse?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Simon Strong covered his nephew's mouth. "Tell your uncle to reorganize the troops immediately and take the young people of the family to the Red Fork River front, and don't stay in Harrenhal." Simon has suspected that it was a curse since Lyonel Strong and Harwin Strong were burned to death in the damp castle. Now it seems that the curse of Harrenhal really exists, so let's run.

While the world is in chaos, maybe the Strong family can find another territory. Harrenhal is big, whoever wants to stay here can stay.

Thousand Faces Island.

It is said that there are thousands of ancient weirwood trees planted on the island in the God's Eye Lake, each of which is carved with a human face. It is said that in the distant past, the First Men crossed the sea, wielding bronze weapons, cutting down weirwood trees and killing the Children of the Forest. The enraged Children of the Forest set off a huge tsunami, shattering the Dorne Arm, the land bridge connecting the continent, and creating the current Stone Steps Islands. They led the seawater to flood back into the continent, creating the Neck that separates the North from the southern countries today. But the First Men had the advantages of numbers and technology. In the end, the exhausted two sides chose to reconcile. The First Men colonists gave up the forest and made a sacred covenant with the Children of the Forest on the Thousand Faces Island. The Green Man Organization was formed to protect this covenant place. Then, as time passed, the First Men were replaced by the Andals, and the Thousand Faces Island became the only place south of the Neck with a large area of ​​weirwood.

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

"Respected 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. Longzel 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, holding a long fish beam wood staff, on which hung a huge stag skull and four or five small skulls that did not look like humans at all. The old man's skin was slightly green, and his ears were slightly pointed, but it was still clear that he was a human, not some weird elf. The old man rode a white stag, and the giant deer looked at the dragon and was not afraid at all. A raven landed on the old man's shoulder, pecking at its feathers from time to time, and there was an emerald green snake coiled around the fish beam wood staff, burying its head in the stag skull with some fear.

"Greenseer?"

“No, respected Dragon King.” The old man shook his head shyly. “There has been no real green prophet in the south of the Neck Marsh for thousands of years. I just have the blood of the Child of the Forest and can perform some basic magic.”

"But you can enter my dream." Longzier did not get off the dragon saddle, and said condescendingly. "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 neither servile nor arrogant: "The ancient race has withered, but we still remember the sins of our ancestors. So we still watch north of the Wall forever until the final chapter of the song of ice and fire, Dragon King, your arrival has disrupted the music, and we have to offend you to determine your purpose." The old man bowed his head slightly: "Your brothers don't know anything, so we just gave them a good dream, but you..."

"Keep talking, I'm listening." Longzel comforted the somewhat uneasy Womisol 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 also had the blood of the Children of the Forest mixed with rich magical elements and were secretly observing him and Womisol.

"I just didn't expect you to be so peaceful." The old man looked up at Longzel's eyes and said, "You didn't immediately launch a war to conquer this land six years ago, nor did you choose to watch the Targaryen family die in this war."

"Do you think that all Valyrian dragon kings are brainless warmongers?" Longzier pressed his forehead helplessly. The old man smiled and nodded firmly: "At least in all these years, the only dragon kings we know who have brains are Aegon and Alysanne. As for Jaehaerys, he also has brains, but he is very brainless in some things."

"Put aside the brain for now." Longzier asked Wormithor to lie down a little bit, even though even if he lay down, Wormithor still stood there like a mountain, forcing the green man elder to look up at Longzier. "What's so good about that iron chair? Dragons are important, but they are not everything. In the way of ruling, people are more important than dragons. My old man once told me that the true way to rule is to build high walls, protect our own people, and accumulate more supplies, so that we can be rich, and finally stand up and lead others at the right time. Let others do the work of being the first to stand out. We will steadily accumulate strength and people's hearts step by step. The Targaryen family spent more than a hundred years and several generations to rule Westeros before they truly became the 'true king' in all senses. How can I sit on the throne with my tens of thousands of people and two adult dragons?"

"Your father was a wise man." The elder of the green man sighed sincerely. "The Targaryen family wasted the favor of the gods for this iron chair." The old man said the ancient Asshai prophecy: "When the end comes, Azor Ahai will be reborn from the land of smoke and salt, reforge the light messenger, and cut off the long night."

"I have made this prophecy myself." Longzel looked at the green man elder and said, "Let's get down to business. How long will the long night you mentioned last? The gods gave me such a big gift to urge me to come to Westeros. It's impossible for them to just let me do nothing."

"Without you, dragons will become extinct in a few years." The Green Man Elder sighed and looked at Womisoer with a trace of pity: "The Song of Ice and Fire will enter a gentle movement, the dragons will perish, the magic will die, and it will accumulate strength for the outbreak of the Song of Ice more than 200 years later, but your appearance has changed the movement, although the long night more than 200 years later is still a destined fate and will definitely fall during that time period. I believe that the gods also hope to see you stabilize the situation step by step like you are now." The Green Man Elder looked at Longzel: "You are a kind person."

"You have a good eye." Long Zeer pointed at himself and said self-deprecatingly: "It's not like I don't want to."

"You don't have to be modest." The green elder laughed and interrupted Longzel's childish self-mockery: "I can see that your magic is powerful, and I can also see that you don't use blood sacrifices to cast spells like those ancient Valyrian dragon kings, and use blood sacrifices to replenish life. Alas..."

"Don't worry, it's boring to live that long." Long Zeer said with a smile: "There are still more than 200 years. It seems that our descendants will have to bear all this responsibility in the end."

"There will definitely be heroes among your descendants."

"Of course." Longzel smiled and patted his partner. "It's pretty good now, but I still fell into Damon and Xiaojie's trap. What a pity, what a pity."

"You already know?" The Green Man Elder also sighed, but immediately realized something was wrong.

"I said, I also made prophecies." Longzel pursed his lips: "I can also interpret a lot of things. Forget it, do you know what is going on in Harrenhal?"

"Uh." The green elder was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said, "That ignorant Red Heart Helen accidentally restored the scene of the ancestors' sins. There is also Black Heart Helen. They do have impure black blood flowing in their bodies. In short, even we can't deal with the curse power lingering there. It will be difficult for you too."

"I see." Longzel knew that the situation in Harrenhal 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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