War horses would not have been so easy for a strange "person" to ride.

But none of this is a problem for witches.

Before she could run down the hill, the witch stopped.

At this time, there was not the slightest panic on her face, as if nothing had happened just now, and it was not her who was being pursued, and her scarlet eyes stared ethereally at the noon sky.

The black dots in the sky gradually became clear and larger, obscuring the bright sun, casting a huge shadow, and a giant eagle with a wingspan of more than two meters appeared.

The giant eagle fell slowly, and every time it fanned, it brought a whirlwind.

At first, the war horse stood up in fright, but after being appeased by the witch, it immediately became extremely well-behaved, and watched the black giant eagle that was larger than it slowly landed...... And even walked towards it.

"Good horse, go," said the witch, jumping off her horse and patting it, but now the witch did not speak Westeros, or even a human language.

The old dwarf woman walked up to the eagle's wings again, sat down on its back, and said softly, "Fly to the place of protection." ”

Her voice was as pure as the winter wind.

The eagle seemed to understand her, chirped a few times, flapped its wings, and flew higher and higher, higher than the trees, higher than the hills, until no one could see them.

......

The appearance of the old dwarf woman gradually changed.

Sharp black claws are outstretched, and the hand has only three fingers and a thumb.

Dark brown skin begins to appear, with deer-like light spots.

Her ears began to elongate, allowing her to hear sounds that humans couldn't.

The eyes are getting bigger and bigger, and the huge blood-red eyes can see things that ordinary people can't see.

The Children of the Forest, who exist in Westeros legends, have appeared.

......

The children of the forest have been around for more than a million years.

They have lived in Westeros since the beginning of the world.

Long before the Dawn Age came to Westeros, they lived in various parts of the continent.

They are born with many supernatural powers, so that their small stature can constantly fight against giants.

In the 12,000-year-old struggle against the invading ancestors, the war lasted for more than 2,000 years, and the children of the forest were finally too few in number to defeat the more fertile and more numerous, bronze-armed ancestors.

Eventually, the Children of the Forest and the Ancestors reached an armistice pact at the center of the Lake of the Divine Eye, Thousand Faces Island, and the two lived in peace for thousands of years, even resisting the Strangers together, and the Children of the Forest also spread the faith of the Old Gods to the Ancestors.

About 6,000 years ago, the Andals invaded.

The tall, blond-haired Andals brought not only iron weapons, but also the belief in the seven gods.

The Children of the Forest also gradually distanced themselves from their ancestors and retreated to the outside of the fortress.

......

The eyes of the Children of the Forest are usually golden, and only those of the Children of the Forest who have the gift of the Green Prophet have green or red eyes, such a Child of the Forest, if fused with the Fish Beam Wood, will become an almost omniscient Green Prophet.

And although the "witch" did not become a green prophet, her blood-red eyes still showed that she was extraordinary

"Witch", or "Ghost" as she is called, or "Green Man", her mission is to protect the Thousand Faces Island in the center of the Divine Eye Lake and the ancient and eternal fish beams on it.

For this, she has been guarding for hundreds of years.

During this period, she couldn't bear the loneliness, and went out many times, traveled to various continents, went to the Red Keep, and met a lot of Targaryens.

Moreover, she is extremely talented, and human magic and witchcraft can be learned as soon as she learns, and even more powerful in her hands.

Of course, that's not the most important thing.

Most importantly, she learned how humans lie and act.

Now she can even tell the truth in every sentence, but she can still induce humanity to go in the direction she directs and finally reach her own ends.

As she grew older, she didn't bother to go far away, so she went outside the Eye Lake and used some true or false prophecies to trick some wine into drinking.

As for the prophecy about the Black Knight, she had appeared in her dreams since a few months ago, and the "witch" believed that it was all the will of the old gods.

At first, she wanted to go straight to her dream and "guide" the Black Knight, but it all ended in failure.

After that, she also observed the Black Knight up close once, reaffirming the Black Knight's specialness.

Later, she observed through the black cat in the castle, or other animals, all the way, observing his words and deeds, his strength......

Through the prophecy magic learned by Quells, in the crystal ball, he observed the future fate of the Black Knight.

Gradually, she was no longer satisfied with observation, but began to intervene and adjust the trajectory of the Black Knight's fate.

Later, when the Black Knight arrived, she poisoned the Black Knight again, and with the help of obsidian candles, she used the means of "falling into a dream" to uncover his inner memories, but unfortunately the process was interrupted by the lava giant, destroying the dream she had constructed.

Otherwise, she could see through the Black Knight thoroughly, unlike now with the last layer of paper.

Although she paid a lot of price for this, and her soul was also injured by the lava giant in the dream realm, and she wasted precious magic power, but fortunately, her plan was well advanced, such as the upcoming Western Cavalry......

Soon, the Black Knight will be branded by her as the Old Gods and become a faithful enforcer of the Old Gods.

And not the prophesied ...... Blasphemous......

......

Jones quickly got dressed and put on his armor, kicking the "waste" mercenaries in front of him.

"Ah~ I slept so well!"

"Hey, where am I? Didn't this have a tent? It's so big, it's ...... here."

"Uh...... What's my name? ”

Maybe it's because they've slept for too long, and these people's eyes are a little foggy.

"Isn't that hanging from something?" said the Dorn, jumping to his feet, "somebody help me untie the rope." ”

"Ah, my waist!," cried the pigtails in horror, "why can't I stand up?"

"Shhh...... I've got a broken nose, huh, what's going on? Am I not charging at the tent?" said the white Reese grinning.

Jones was not interested in their situation at all, at least not for now, and exclaimed, "Whoever can go will go with me......"

Speaking of this, Jones stopped, glanced around, and thought, "No, the more people, the bigger the target, these people can be cannon fodder, but the increase in my combat power is not so great, I can't go with them......"

Jones thought for a moment, then rushed to the wooden shelf that was already in the open air, grabbed some parchment and stuffed it into his armor, and shouted, "Let's go separately, everyone here brings a little bit of the things, and finally gather in Lava City, whoever brings more things will be rewarded with more golden dragons!"

As soon as these mercenaries heard that there was a golden dragon, they instantly became energetic, except for the big pigtails lying on the ground, everyone rushed out, carried the parchment paper and bottles and cans into their arms, and poured them into the cloth bags they had robbed.

"Help me, save me," the big braid tried a few times, but still didn't get up.

The robed Dornite was a little unbearable, and came up to him and said, "Can you still get up?"

The big braid shook his head and said sadly, "The waist is broken......"

The Dorns swept him up and down and said, "Do you want my help? You know what happens to a mercenary, a man, with a broken waist. ”

The braid's face changed, and finally he closed his eyes and said, "Use my scimitar." ”

"May Our Lady of the Mountain forgive me and accept my sinful soul!" said the big braid silently.

As soon as he finished speaking, his neck was quickly sliced open, and he heard the sound of blood spurting out, and he thought with the last of his consciousness, "May the Virgin Mountain bless you too, the Dornite who likes to share his wife with others...... My horse, I'm coming......"