Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 326: Brynden's Thousand Eyes
Dan and Belle fell silent.

The situation in Yidi was more complicated than they had imagined. This huge empire was already torn apart, just as the artist Rigo had said. The Emperor Bu of the Indigo Dynasty was driven out of Hinduism during the civil strife decades ago. Since then, the Indigo Dynasty was no longer the dominant empire that could control the entire Yidi and Lei Island.

Emperor Bu couldn't even direct his political orders from the capital, let alone the imperial city, let alone take care of the Five Fortresses, or even the doomsday a hundred years later.

Whether the Indigo Dynasty can survive until the end of the world is another matter.

"What to do, uncle."

Baylor switched to the common language.

Now the eyes of the old man from Yidi who used to be an interpreter were filled with doubt.

He could understand the High Valyrian language just now, because hundreds of years ago, the diplomatic relations between the Celestial Empire and the City of Towers and Dragons were very close, and the Celestial Empire even sent ministers to visit the City of Towers and Dragons. The court also preserved a lot of High Valyrian materials.

But what is a lingua franca?
"Let's go look for them all." Dan held his head with a headache. "Someone will remember it."

Dragon's Nest City.

Brynden looked at the old man in awe.

Longzel smiled as he looked at the pale boy in front of him. As he grew older, the birthmark on his face looked more and more like an ugly crow, becoming more twisted and hideous.

Brynden felt that his hands and feet were no longer obeying his will.

Seven levels of hell. Although this is not the first time I have seen Longzel, every time I see this old man, I still get nervous, scared, and terrified unconsciously.

But he had to come to see Longzel.

The reason is very simple. First, he is living under someone else's roof and is now acting as the adopted son of the Varese family. He must be respectful to the "ancestors" of the Varese family. Second,

He is going to die.

The increasingly frequent nightmares kept him awake at night.

Just yesterday, he would have fallen off the corridor connecting the twin towers if Damion hadn't pulled him back in time.

His intuition told him that this was not simple.

So he had to come to Longzel.

Listened to Brynden's story quietly.

It seems that the Three-Eyed Raven was really rude. Do they have to cripple the inheritor first to pass on their inheritance?

Longzel looked at the young man in front of him with a half-smile.

Carrying the blood of dragons and the ancestors, Brynden is indeed the best choice. However, a disabled Brynden would affect Longzel's subsequent plans, or in other words, it would not actually meet the needs of the ancestors' magicians.

"I see."

Longzier looked at Brynden calmly.

"Go back and have a good sleep. Someone will solve your problem."

"Yes."

Brynden returned to his room puzzled.

Only Igor, with a headache on his face, was called to Longzel's bedroom by the servant.

"Grandpa, is that Bran?"

Longzel nodded and motioned for Igor to lie down on his bed.

"The Three-Eyed Raven is here to find him. The magic of the Old Gods is very weak south of the Neck." Longzel said with some regret: "The representative of the Old God had his body destroyed by me many years ago, so it is difficult for him to influence Bran implicitly now."

"I understand."

Igor closed his eyes.

Longzel silently picked up the wine glass beside him.

To be honest, if it was not necessary for the final doomsday, he did not want the Three-Eyed Raven to build up power south of the Neck Marsh. The way the old gods obtained magic power was too primitive and bloody.

If their time hadn't passed, they wouldn't have been much better than those blue-eyed White Walkers.

Brynden's room.

Although he was just an adopted son, Brynden also had his own room and his own place in Dragon's Nest. The servants, attendants and soldiers in Dragon's Nest would call him "Master" when they saw him.

This made Brynden feel flattered. Not to mention that he already had a dream lover in his heart.

Although he never dared to bring it up to the girl in person.

Thinking of this, Brynden closed his eyes and urged himself to fall asleep quickly.

Unconsciously, his consciousness gradually disappeared.

Almost at the same time, outside his room, the huge ancient fish beam tree that was transplanted decades ago suddenly made a rustling sound, and the bright red leaves danced in the air, as if saying something.

But in the end nothing came out.

Igor returned to his dream.

He glanced at the gigantic silver dragon, which was concentrating on maintaining a giant tree that he had never seen before.

On top of the giant tree, a dejected three-eyed crow looked helplessly at the dragon and the young man.

"Prince Longzel, you still didn't give me a chance."

The Three-Eyed Raven said in a strange voice.

"Three-Eyed Raven, I've already said it." The huge silver dragon said in a muffled voice: "Some things cannot be discussed, just like Bran's case. If you don't cripple him, you can still pass on the legacy."

"It turns out to be impossible."

The Three-Eyed Raven said in frustration: "You burned my body. The Old Gods are already weak in the south, and you made us even weaker. Even if we are north of the Neck, we need to weaken the chosen boy or girl if we want a green prophet, so that our power can enter their bodies. But now, a strong young man, our power can hardly even affect him."

"it's OK now."

The huge silver dragon pointed to the unknown distance.

The three-eyed crow croaked.

"Weirwood seed paste, remember this magic item, and let the child eat it in time, so that we can complete the transformation of the Greenseer."

"What's the price?"

"The curse of immortality."

The Three-Eyed Raven croaked again: "After he grows old, he will go to the mother tree of the weirwood in the heart of winter. There, he will truly become the representative of the old gods, my successor. The weirwood will use his body as nourishment to feed his soul. He will use his thousand eyes to observe the world until his successor appears."

"Go."

The three-eyed crow looked at the dragon and the boy helplessly, then flew away into the unknown distance.

Brynden saw the three-eyed crow that often appeared in his nightmares.

The three-eyed crow looked at him, then suddenly pounced on him, stretching out its sharp claws to grab his eyes.

He wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

puff.

Claws in the eyes.

He felt no pain.

There was only a strange coolness.

He saw the courtyard of the Twin Towers, and strangely, it seemed that he was the ancient weirwood.

He saw the purple palace of Summerhall, and it seemed as if he were the great ancient oak that stood in it.

He felt as if he had turned into an ancient tree, and those big trees had become his eyes, allowing him to see more.

The dream suddenly woke me up.

There was nothing beside him except a bowl of strange porridge.

The red color like blood running through the milky white paste is extremely strange and makes people lose the desire to eat it.

"Master Brynden, Prince Longzel told you to eat this."

The attendant said respectfully.

"He said, eat it and you will know what you dreamed about."

(End of this chapter)