By the time Samwell got back to the ground, the snow had stopped.

It was just past noon, but it was dark, and it seemed that the next moment night was coming.

Since the collapse of the Great Wall of Desperation, the daylight hours have been shortening at an accelerated pace, and it may not be long before the endless night will envelop the continent.

Samwell walked in the snow, but his mind kept thinking about the Sleeping Giant he had just seen deep underground.

Legend has it that in the distant heroic era, the Stark family had a "city builder" Brandon.

This man has driven giants to build some of the most miraculous structures in Westeros, including the Great Wall of Desperation, Storm's End, Towers of Heaven, and, of course, Winterfell.

So, will the giant in the underground have something to do with this person?

Why does the Winter Trumpet move again?

Legend has it that Joman, the king of the Outer Fortress, once sounded the trumpet of winter, awakened the giants of the earth, and put an end to the reign of the Night King.

Could it be that this horn of winter can really wake up the giant I just saw?

Sam Will rubbed the horn, which was still slightly hot, but didn't try to blow it.

Legends are not credible.

He also didn't know whether the giants were friends or foes.

It is even less clear what the price of blowing the horn will be.

The top priority is to let the people of the north move south and establish a new line of defense in the neck, there is no need to cause any trouble.

Thinking of this, Samwell returned to the main castle, only to find Lady Caitlyn anxiously circling the door of the hall.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, Arya is missing." Lady Caitlyn said, "This boy always likes to run around!" ”

Samwell had no choice but to comfort him.

Sansa took a few steps closer and whispered:

"Your Majesty, Arya must be hiding."

"Oh?" Samwell glanced at the girl beside him, "Your sister won't leave with me?" ”

Sansa shook her head and whispered:

"Actually...... I don't want to leave...... Just without Arya's courage. ”

"It takes courage to leave, too." "The South is not a safe haven, and this evacuation is not an escape. There are even more difficult battles ahead of us. ”

Sansa was silent, and only after a while did she say:

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, for the trouble you."

Samwell smiled, and saw Mrs. Caitlyn approaching her youngest son, Rickon, by the hand, and said:

"Your Majesty, Arya estimates that she won't be able to find it for a while. The situation is urgent, and I can't afford to delay you. So, take Sansa and Rickon with you. ”

"Okay." Samwell didn't want to procrastinate, "Be careful yourself, always keep an eye on the north, and if you see the traces of the ghoul army, evacuate in time, don't resist." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

So, after a brief goodbye, Samwell took Sansa and Rickon on the white dragon and headed south.

The sky was dark and gloomy, and the cold wind was howling.

Sansa huddled behind Samwell with her brother in her arms, using his broad body to block the oncoming wind.

Looking back, Winterfell grew smaller and smaller until she could cover it with a finger.

Her cheeks were cold, and Sansa realized she was crying again.

"We'll be back." The man's voice rang out, with a warm power that soothed people's hearts.

"Hmm." She nodded heavily, "I believe that Your Majesty will lead us to drive out the strangers and reclaim the land." ”

The speed of the white dragon was very fast, and it went all the way south along the King's Road, and soon passed the barren mound of the ancestors.

Sansa fell into a deep sleep, and when she awoke it was already dawning, and three broad rivers below were gathered together like silver silk, stretching eastward.

That's the Trident River.

Sansa realizes that the North has been left behind.

But at this time, the south was also cold, and when I looked down, it was all white.

Rickon also woke up at this time, and Sansa took out the dry food, fed it to her brother, and asked the king in a loud voice:

"Your Majesty, would you like something to eat?"

Samwell looked back and waved his hand, signaling that he didn't need to.

After nibbling on the cold, hard bread, Sansa saw a large, charred castle appear in front of her.

Five towers stand on the shores of the lake, like five black fingers, pointing to the sky.

"Is that Harrenhal? Your Majesty. ”

"Yes."

The white dragon flew over the devastated castle.

Sansa notices that the gloomy castle is much larger than Winterfell, and that the shortest of the five towers is twice as tall as Winterfell's tallest building.

It's a pity that this former No. 1 castle in the Seven Kingdoms has been destroyed by Dragon Flame, and now only charred ruins remain.

Aegon the Conqueror used the ruins of Harrenhal to prove to the princes of the Seven Kingdoms that hiding in the castle could not escape the threat of Dragon Flame.

After Harrenhal and continue south, there is the Lake of God's Eye.

During the Dance of the Dragons, two of the Targaryens' most famous dragons, Vaghar and Clarkshoe, fought here and both fell.

It is said that after that battle, the waters of the Lake of God's Eye were dyed red with the blood of the dragons.

However, the lake that Sansa sees is blue, pure, like the eyes of the earth.

She also noticed that the white dragon actually began to swoop down.

In the center of the lake lies a small island called Thousand Faces Island.

Legend has it that it was here that the sons of the forest and their ancestors signed an oath and ended their rivalry.

It also announced the end of the Dawn Era and the beginning of the Heroic Era.

Boom!

The white dragon landed heavily, and the entire island trembled slightly.

"Your Majesty, do you want to rest here?"

"You guys wait here for a moment."

Samwell jumped off the dragon's back and strode towards the center of the island.

There are hundreds of fish beams planted on the island, and each tree has a face carved into it, and the bright red sap flows out of their eyes like blood, as if they are crying silently.

Samwell walked through the woods, knotted trunks spreading around him like twisted monsters.

"Come out, I see you." He spoke.

The sound broke the silence in the woods, and the snow fell from the treetops.

Pairs of vigilant and timid eyes loomed among the dense branches.

"I have no ill will." Samwell added, "I am also the king of the ancestors, and I respect the oath that the ancestors made with the sons of the forest. ”

Hearing this, a figure finally jumped out of the shadows of the woods.

"You're Caesar?" The girl's voice was sweet and high-pitched, with a hint of unfamiliar rhythm and a trace of sadness that hit the bottom of her heart.

She was only about a meter tall, covered in a cloak of leaves, and her bare arms were covered in fle-like spots.

The eyes are large and clear, golden and green, as narrow as a cat's eye.

This is not the human eye.

"Yes, I am the King of the Ancestors, the Andals and the Roynars, and the Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, Samwell Caesar." Samwell smiled harmlessly, "You're the children of the forest, aren't you?" ”

The girl nodded, her messy brown-red hair on her head, and the twigs and withered flowers swaying together.

"Yes, our ancestors called us that." "The giants call us 'squirrel people.'" But we prefer to call ourselves 'those who sing praises to the earth.'" Long before you humans set foot in Westeros, we have been singing the praises of this land in your own language for 10,000 years. ”

"It's amazing." Samwell said, "Do you have a name?" ”

"There will be when you need it." The girl said, "You can call me Yezi." ”

"Leaves." Samwell asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"The monster in the darkness has awakened in the north, and we have to go south." Ye Zi said sadly, "You said that you respect the oath that the ancestors signed with us? ”

"Yes."

Ye Zihu glanced at the man suspiciously and asked:

"Do you know the contents of the oath?"

Samwell nodded and said:

"Yes. The oath stipulates that the ancestors have the coast, the plains, the meadows, the mountains, and the hills, but the lush forests will always belong to your sons of the forest. And the ancestors were not allowed to look at any of the fish beams and trees again. ”

Ye Zi sighed and said:

"But you still cut down almost all the fish beams and trees in the south, and only the Thousand Faces Island in the Divine Eye Lake remains."

"The Andals are really not doing it right." Samwell said, "I can make up for it, and I can give you back to the Thousand Faces Island." From now on, the Children of the Forest can legally own the land. No one will bother you anymore. ”

"Thank you." Leaf smiled sweetly, and she jumped a few steps closer and said, "The Green Prophet said you were a wise king, and it seems that it really is. ”

Samwell raised his eyebrows slightly, and said:

"Have you seen the Green Prophet?"

Leaf nodded.

Samwell went on to ask:

"So, he also told you to take refuge in the south?"

Leaf nodded again.

A cold glint flashed in Samwell's eyes:

"So, he already knew that the Great Wall of Desperation would collapse?"

Ye Zi subconsciously nodded again, but when he saw that the other party's face was wrong, he stopped in embarrassment:

"Well, I understand your anger. But even if we tell you in advance, the Great Wall of Desperation will still collapse, just in a different way. This is something you can't stop.

Just like the Trident River always flows eastward into the Narrow Sea, although it meanders along the way, the direction cannot be changed. ”

Samwell nodded expressionlessly and continued to ask:

"So does the Green Prophet tell you where the end of the story goes? Was it the humans who conquered the long night? Or did the Wraiths rule Westeros? ”

Ye Zi nodded, shook his head again, and said:

"The future is always elusive, like an unformed river, with a thousand possible changes along the way. And ......"

Speaking of this, she glanced at the man with a strange gaze:

"And, according to the previous Green Prophet, there are some terrible changes in the future that even he could not have foreseen, just because one person ......"

Samwell could naturally guess from the other party's expression that the Green Prophet should be talking about himself.

So, he changed the subject:

"Do you know where the ghosts come from? I'm talking about real sources, not legends. ”

Ye Zidao:

"I asked the Green Prophet the same question, and he said the Stranger was a hoax."

"Scam?" Samwell thoughtfully, "What do you mean?" ”

He didn't explain any more. Ye Zi said, "It's like I'm afraid of something." ”

Samwell was silent.

Ye Zi said again:

"The last Green Prophet is dead. But the new Green Prophet is in King's Landing, and you should know him. Maybe you can get the answer from him. ”

Samwell knew that the other party was talking about Bran Stark, so he shook his head lightly and said:

"Honestly, Leaf, I don't trust these prophets."

Ye Zi blinked his big innocent eyes, tilted his head, and wondered:

"So much talk to me there? I have served the Green Prophet for a long time, until the new Green Prophet goes to your human castle, and I cannot follow. ”

"You're not like him." Samwell smiled, and then stopped dwelling on the issue, "By the way, Leaf, have you ever seen this armor?" ”

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his cloak, revealing the bronze armor he was wearing inside.

Armor from the Royce family -

【Time】

Time washes everything away like flowing water.

But Samwell still vividly remembers the scene when the Bronze Earl of Jörn gave him this armor in the Sanctuary of Heaven and City.

Later, on Bloodreef Island, a biting chill spreads from the bronze armor, competing with the power of the red god hidden in the giant sword [Dawn].

That's when Samwell found an opportunity to avoid the fate of becoming a puppet of the gods.

So this armor, Samwell has always been wearing close to his body, even if he is now almost invincible in the world, and he doesn't need armor to defend himself at all.

"Yes." Ye Zi glanced at it and immediately nodded, "It is the armor that the gods gave to the Night's Watch legion, there are seven sets in total. But most of them are missing. ”

"Gods?" Samwell asked, "Which god?" ”

"It's the ancient gods." Ye Zi said, "Oh, you humans now call them the Old Gods. ”

Samwell seemed to understand something, and a mystery that had been bothering him for a long time was finally answered at this moment.

He once thought that this bronze armor was a gift from the god of cold, but many things that happened later contradicted it.

So, he had another guess.

Now it seems that if the son of the forest in front of him is not lying, then this speculation seems to be the truth.

It can be inferred from this that as the spokesman of the old gods, the Green Prophet, that is, the Three-Eyed Crow, should have no ill will towards himself.

Thinking of this, Samwell felt that when he returned to King's Landing, he really should talk to Bran Stark openly and honestly.

Maybe you can get more answers.

"Yezi, would you like to come with me to King's Landing?"

Ye Zi was stunned for a moment, and a trace of hesitation and confusion flashed in his golden green eyes.

But in the end, she still shook her head:

"Still don't. You humans love killing and hating too much, and we only want the forest. ”

"Okay, goodbye then, leaf." Samwell wasn't reluctant either.

"Goodbye, Caesar."

After the king departed, little heads popped up in the woods, and they scurried out of the shadows and came to the leaves, communicating in an ancient language they did not understand.

Chirp, squeak.

In the woods of Qianmian Island, it suddenly became lively.

(End of chapter)