Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 265 The Forest Witch "Ari Rivers"

sunset.

Harrenhal, the Sacred Tree Forest.

A sturdy, pale weirwood tree took root here, its dark red leaves scattered all over the ground.

"It is she, the queen of the valley."

Two male Forest Children, who were supposed to be leaving, reappeared and threw a woman, bound hand and foot, onto the ground.

Imon stood under the tree, glancing sideways at the "victim."

She had black hair and a green dress, a voluptuous figure, and a mature yet slightly older-looking face, but her skin was so well-maintained that it was as white and smooth as milk, and so tender that you could almost squeeze water out of it.

"Your Highness, she is Ari Rivers!"

Sir Simon was taken aback and quickly explained, "She is the illegitimate daughter of the Strong family, not a bad person."

"Ok?"

Helena hid behind Imon, her brows furrowing in suspicion.

A child of the forest immediately retorted: "She is a daughter of the forest; we saw her prepare the potion with our own eyes."

The other pressed its advantage: "The castle is shrouded in gloom, and it has a great deal to do with her."

"How do you explain that?"

Aemon looked at the flustered Sir Simon.

Ye Zi was quite reliable; her exceptional talent in natural magic made her realize that something was wrong with Harrenhal.

The two Forest Children warriors acted swiftly, kidnapping the unsuspecting Ari Rivers.

"Woooooo~~"

Alex Rivers stared wide-eyed, her alluring body bound like a shrimp thrashing about as if trying to refute him.

"Forest witch, kill her."

Aemon couldn't figure it out and felt that ending it all would be best.

After saying that, he turned around and looked behind him.

Lannar and Helena, bundled up in thick clothes, were greatly shocked by what they had seen and heard that evening.

He is both a child of the forest and a giant.

A maid from Harrenhal became an evil forest witch.

Unfortunately, Renilla wasn't there, and Jenny had told James to rest early, so she missed the excitement.

"Woooooo~~"

Alex Rivers struggled even harder, her round buttocks carving furrows into the soil.

She was really scared.

She hadn't done anything, yet she was captured and they were going to kill her.

Leonor, help!
Seeing that the time was right, Imon calmly said, "Release her mouth."

"it is good."

A child of the forest leaped forward, bent down, and pulled the rag out of the green-eyed woman's mouth.

I just grabbed it from the floor of the room when I was kidnapping him.

"Cough cough... ptooey..."

As Ari Rivers regained fresh air, her will to survive surged, and she cried out, "The curse of Harrenhal has nothing to do with me, please don't kill me!"

The air suddenly became very quiet.

Aemon glanced up and gave Sir Simon a look.

Sir Simon was deeply shocked and stood there, unable to process what had happened.

Harrenhal, truly cursed.

Arrie Rivers, who has always been regarded as the illegitimate daughter of the family, is truly an evil forest witch.

Thinking of this.

Sir Simon strode forward and asked urgently, "Tell me quickly, what curse does Harrenhal hold?"

you do not know.

Alex Rivers' green pupils contracted, realizing with a start that she had been tricked.

“Speak, or you will not have a good end.”

Sir Simon made some harsh remarks.

This concerns the rise and fall of the family, so we have no choice but to harden our hearts.

Ari Rivers' eyes darted around as she pondered a delaying tactic.

She's going to lie.

"It's time to hit!"

Helena and a child of the forest spoke at the same time, blocking Ari Rivers's escape route.

There are no more lies.

Ari Hewen closed her eyes tightly and said helplessly, "As rumored, the curse originated from the wicked Herren, but I don't know much more."

"What is a curse!?"

Sir Simon was not satisfied with this information.

"do not know."

Ari Rivers shook her head and said honestly, "My ability is to lie. I can only sense ominous auras. It's not stronger than the Children of the Forest's perception."

Sir Simon immediately turned red-hot and rolled up his sleeves, intending to interrogate the suspect himself.

"Wait a minute."

Aemon stopped him and asked, "How can you prove that you haven't lied about your abilities?"

Forest witches are not a profession from folk tales or novels, but rather a general term for witches who possess deceptive skills and are often eccentric or mysterious.

Like the red-robed priestess who worships the Lord of Light.

Or perhaps, he imprisoned the group of red-robed monks who were mining coal in the valley.

He knows a little magic, but not much.

After a series of powerful memory recovery techniques, he'll confess to everything.

They set fire to Harrenhal.

With her face pressed against the mud, Ari Rivers' mind raced as she searched for a way to save herself.

"If you don't tell me, you'll never have another chance."

As he spoke, Eamon glanced back at Helena.

Helena paused for a second, then instantly understood.

A pair of small hands rummaged through her pockets, took out a whistle, and put it to her lips to blow it.

Beep! !

The next moment, a commotion came from the dilapidated top of the Burning King Tower.

The dozing Dreamfire suddenly opened its vertical pupils, its massive body crawled into the setting sun, spread its wings and flew out.

boom--

The Dreamfire circled once before landing in the Sacred Tree Forest.

"Hiss!"

In front of Ari Rivers, Dreamfire stood behind Helena, its dragon-like jaws wide open as it roared.

Ari Rivers' hair was disheveled as she was overwhelmed by the scorching dragon breath.

If I don't tell you, it'll turn into a mini barbecue.

"I can make potions, some of which, when combined with secret formulas, can induce hallucinations."

Alyssa Rivers' heart pounded, and she dared not hide a word: "I can also make prophecies, and I can see glimpses of the future in the flames."

"Faith in the Lord of Light?"

Imon frowned.

He found it hard to believe that there were gods in the world, but it was also hard not to believe that the King of Light was something special.

After all, he is the only god who actually does things.

"No, my knowledge is inherited from my ancestors."

Alex Rivers denied it outright.

Amon frowned even more deeply.

The ancient people must have possessed extraordinary knowledge, as evidenced by the runes. Furthermore, according to the world's law that "the stronger the magic, the worse off one's life becomes."

Note: Except for the Ancient Valyrian Dragon King.

The First Men were the second-generation answer to the question of who led the Children of the Forest and the Giants, and their bronze-smelting technology dominated an era.

The three subsequent versions of the answer, the Andals, although wielding more technologically advanced iron weapons, worshipped the seven useless gods.

It is evident that the early humans were skilled in both magic and technology, making them slightly stronger than the Forest Children who specialized in magic, but slightly weaker than the Andals who specialized in technology.

But it is indeed surprising that Aly Rivers' knowledge came from the ancients.

Fearing he might not believe her, Ari River added, "Many nobles in the Riverlands are worshipping the Old Gods under the guise of the Seven Gods; even the Strong family didn't cut down the weirwood trees of Harrenhal."

As he spoke, he glared at Sir Simon.

Sir Simon couldn't help but feel ashamed and nodded slightly.

"Then give me a prediction."

Imon became interested and knelt down to help the person up.

Ari Rivers didn't stand on ceremony. Her voluptuous body swayed, leaning against a chest brimming with youthful energy, and she said with a smug smile, "Your Highness, what would you like to know?"

The veins on Imon's forehead bulged, and he restrained himself from throwing the person to the ground.

His five senses are exceptionally sharp, and he can distinguish a person's scent with his sense of smell.

The woman smelled of a mixture of the rusty smell of blood and the fishy smell of birds, with a hint of the foul odor of old age.

Simply disgusting.

"Show me..."

Aemon gritted his teeth: "How many offspring do I have?"

He is an atheist.

But His Highness the Prince is occasionally superstitious.

"Light a fire for me."

Alex Rivers got serious.

Without Imon speaking, Helena directed Dreamfire to speak.

A burst of orange-yellow dragon flame mixed with blue threads shot out, forming a fire pit on the spot.

"I can't glimpse your future, but I can see some fragmented images in the women around you."

Alex Rivers took precautions in advance, like a cricket waking up to a fire pit.

Her green eyes were half-open, reflecting the shape of flames, gradually becoming empty.

"He's really got some skills."

Imon was surprised.

This level is two or three levels higher than those red-robed monks who can't even cast a single illumination spell.

"I saw."

Ari Rivers said expressionlessly, "The Queen sitting on the Iron Throne has only given you one son."

really?I do not believe.

Eamon doubted that her skill level was as high as he had imagined.

Rhenira's abundance is perfectly suited to her dragon name.

For every child she has, Syracuse can provide each child with a dragon egg and hatch a baby dragon.

How could his relationship with Renilla possibly end there?

"besides."

Ari Rivers was bewildered. She glanced at Lannar and said, "She will give you a pair of girls and a boy, but the boy will take your mother with him into the flames."

Immon's face instantly turned frosty.

And then you were right again.

Without his intervention, Lana would have been abducted by Damon and suffered a difficult childbirth during her second pregnancy.

Unable to endure the torment any longer, he commanded Vaghar to breathe dragonfire and end his own life.

The baby who had a difficult birth was a boy.

Imon grabbed her neck, believing that superstition was ultimately unacceptable.

"Let her finish speaking."

Lannar walked over and grabbed his large hand that was about to shatter his throat.

As if oblivious to the danger, Ari Rivers continued, "Your two ladies who are entwined in the room will each give you a girl and a boy."

"The black swan damaged its uterus and can no longer lay eggs."

Imon had no interest in listening anymore and had already sentenced her to death in his mind.

Lana listened with great interest, counting how many children were mentioned.

It only took a dozen seconds.

Alyssa Rivers had beads of sweat on her forehead, and the flame in her eyes flickered, indicating that she was quite exhausted.

At the last moment, he suddenly caught sight of Helena standing beneath Dreamfire and blurted out, "The dragon has nine sons, each from a different mother."

Helena: ?

He looked at me and said, "What do you mean?"

"Are you finished?"

"Imon said indifferently."

Alex Rivers regained her senses and hurriedly explained, "I saw it all; it was beyond my control."

"you die!"

Aemon refused to waste words.

Click!

He snapped Ari Rivers' neck with his large hand, leaving her limp and collapsing in fear.

Aemon stood up and stepped back, saying calmly, "Burn it."

"Dragon Flame!"

Helena's voice was clear and crisp.

Dreamfire crouched low, spewing dragon flames that enveloped the still-bound corpse.

Within a few breaths, only a pool of ashes remained on the spot.

"Your Highness, this..."

Sir Simon was stunned.

Ari Rivers is nominally the illegitimate daughter of the Strong family, but she has a close relationship with Leonor in private and has also served as a wet nurse for Harwin and Larry.

Rumor has it that she is Leonor's illegitimate daughter.

But he knew that even if she was an illegitimate daughter, she wouldn't be used as a breastfeeding mother for her half-brother.

His real age and interpersonal relationships remain a mystery.

“Harrenhal is not safe. Why don’t you send another letter to King’s Landing and ask Lord Leonor for his opinion?”

"Imon said calmly."

In his eyes, Ari Rivers was nothing compared to Harrenburg.

If someone kills, they will die.

He, the Valyrian Dragon King, is the unchanging answer.

No matter what skills you have, your ashes will be scattered.

Phew!
A gust of evening wind happened to blow by, stirring up the ashes on the ground and scattering them completely.

"This is the Demon Dragon!"

The two children of the forest had been hiding behind the weirwood tree since the appearance of the Dreamfire. Having witnessed the terror of the dragonfire, their faces showed fear.

"I-I understand."

Meeting Prince Aemon's unperturbed gaze, Sir Simon's legs trembled, and his sturdy body ran at an unprecedented speed.

It's another curse, and another story about an illegitimate daughter who knows magic.

The location of Harrenhal is indeed unknown.

He needs to persuade his nephew to agree to move to another place.

(End of this chapter)