At the foot of the east wall of the fishing village port,

In the rows of rotten grass huts, it was deserted at the moment.

The people inside gathered in the open space outside, the bonfire was burned vigorously by the firewood, the big ox held a wooden stick, stirring a large iron pot on the bonfire, the boiling pot in the broth gurgling, the fragrance overflowing.

The Gills, the Golden Pig and the little black dog lay in the corner, expecting Lynn to quickly throw their share of meat and bones over.

Ever since Lynn had planted the Gripen banner all over the castle, everyone had been surprised by the Golden Pig.

The wine was boiling hot in the nearby stove, and the hot pie rubbed a large dirty spoon on the same dirty trouser leg, then took it into the stove and scooped it into a large clay pot.

Repai served the wine diligently, and Lynn sat on a bench.

Motioned for him to drink first.

Lynn pretended to be nonchalant, picked it up and took a sip.

In fact, when my mouth touched the clay pot, it was hard to convince myself to drink such a dirty clay pot.

Repai took the hot wine from Lynn's hand, grinned, took a sip with his neck tilted, and handed it to the man next to him, so that the night watchman passed the wine down in a circle one by one.

After a round of drinking, the meat and bones in the cauldron are cooked.

A man in a black cloak, hunched over his back, holding a crockpot in his hand, seemed to be unsatisfied, and wanted to ask for some more broth.

Passing in front of Lynn, the figure in black paused visibly.

Lynn was sitting next to the eagle beast, feeling that this person seemed to be acting a little strangely, he raised his head to see this person's appearance clearly, but saw the man in black turn his head, revealing a pair of eyes full of white eyes without pupils in the cloak.

Lynn was taken aback.

It's too late to think about it.

A pitch-black charcoal-like dagger slipped from the blackman's cuff, and he smiled and stabbed Lynn in the chest.

It was really a shadow-like assassination.

Although Lynn was on guard, he still didn't expect that someone would assassinate him in public.

Duncan and Shifu temporarily took over the duties of Hood's chief guard, and although they followed Lynn to the Night's Watch area, they were only outside the hut and more on vigilance.

It happened too suddenly.

So much so that Lynn was not at all defenseless at the first time, he sat there blankly, watching the dagger stab at him, and felt a little sweet in his throat.

Almost just when he thought he was going to die.

In the blink of an eye.

A short black shadow flashed from behind him, and with a roar, a strange scream, like an arrow from a string, rushed towards the black gold dagger.

A terrible cry came.

The black-gold dagger slid down the moment it pierced Lynn's clothes.

The little eagle lion golden pig, with a beak as sharp as a sword blade, pecked fiercely at the wrist of the man's right arm, and a deep blood hole was pecked out by it in an instant.

The man in black wailed in a low voice, and the little lion eagle fluttered half a meter above the ground, and pressed the man's face with extremely sharp claws, and in an instant his face began to flow red blood.

The golden pig stared into the other party's hollow eyes with eagle-like eyes.

As long as Lynn gives the order, he will not hesitate to peck out the assassin's eyeballs.

The commotion finally alarmed, and Duncan and Shifu at the door, as well as the other night watchmen, turned their heads in astonishment and gathered around the place where the incident had occurred.

Duncan and Shifu drew their swords, separating everyone else, and stood vigilantly by Lynn's side.

Lynn felt a pang of horror at what was happening almost in a few breaths.

He looked at the black-clad assassin with trepidation.

There was a cold chill all over his face.

With these eyes, a sense of déjà vu welled up in Lynn's heart.

Isn't that the fuck the eyes of a three-eyed crow?

Lynn sat on the ground, stunned, and her mind felt like a pot of porridge.

Here's what's going on.

Did the Three-Eyed Crow send someone to kill him?or something else, Lynn got up with her hands on the ground, and came to the night man who had fallen to the ground and howled.

Stretching out his hand and tugging at his neck, he asked coldly: "Who are you? Who sent you, and what do I have a deep hatred for you?"

The man in black lay on the ground and screamed in pain, and suddenly his voice stopped abruptly.

He stared at Lynn with his eyeless eyes, and a strange smile appeared on his bloodstained face.

"You, like the Night King, are the destroyers of the rule of the Old Gods, and you don't live long. The Old Gods will stare at you until you die......"

After saying that, he began to scream again in sudden pain.

There are words in the mouth.

"Till you die...... Hahaha"

"The Old Gods won't let your ...... go"

Sure enough, it was a three-eyed crow, Lynn gritted his teeth and let go of the man's collar, looked at him in disgust, stood up and pulled out the traverser short blade from his waist.

He finally said: "After you die, remember to tell your old god, whether it is the Night King or some old god, if you want my life, it's not that simple, it's not that simple, it's a mess of labor, I'll take someone to burn the Westeros continent first, all the fish beams." ”

Lynn chuckled in a low voice, leaned over and said, "Three-eyed crow, don't think that hiding in the Divine Wood Forest will take you without any choice, you will regret that you provoked the wrong person." ”

Lynn, regardless of the man's reaction, grabbed the hilt of the knife with both hands, and gave a throat cut with the blade pointing down.

Having learned about the Assassins firsthand, Lynn gradually calmed down.

Why does the Three-Eyed Raven classify himself as the Night King?

Is it because his explosive ability is similar to the Night King's ability to wear ghouls?But how did the Three-Eyed Raven know, Lynn thought to himself that he had always been good at keeping his system abilities secret.

When he was in Hejiandi, he even broke up Hood and his party and ran all the way to Qianmian Island.

Wait a minute......

Thousand Faces Island, Fish Beam Wood, Green Prophet, Three-Eyed Crow.

I day.

Could it be...... Such.

Didn't the Yuliangmu of Qianmian Island be burned to the ground, and there were still those who were still alive? The Three-Eyed Crow, as a green prophet, watched through the Yuliangmu of Qianmian Island and monitored all the processes of his summoning of the Templar Order on the spot?

No way.

Lynn felt her throat tighten.

What the Three-Eyed Raven is, Lynn doesn't know better, this is the existence of the Open God Perspective mode in Game of Thrones World.

In prehistoric times, Westeros was home to many fantastical creatures, such as the giants that still existed north of the Great Wall until modern times, and the "children of the forest", which resembled the elves, were the dominant species at the time.

The Children of the Forest, who are proficient in magic and worship nature and the Old Gods, pray under the Fishbeam Wood Heart Tree, and some individuals of the Children of the Forest possess the ability to merge their souls from their shells with animals, known as Shapeshifters.

The best of the shapeshifters can become the Green Prophet, and when they open the vision of the green, they have the ability to see everything in the world through the Fish Beam Wood.

Only one out of a thousand of them can become a shapeshifter, and only one out of a thousand shapeshifters can become a Green Prophet. What does this mean? The probability of the birth of a Green Prophet is only 1 in a million, and no matter what era, people with the gift of Green Prophet are extremely rare.

And the Three-Eyed Raven is the best of the Green Prophets.

The three-eyed crow, who believes in the old gods, is almost the spokesperson of the old gods in this world.

Being targeted by such a person, it is impossible for Lynn to say that she doesn't feel creepy.