After the Imperial Council, everyone left, except for the intelligence director Gavin Mande.

Samwell glanced at him and asked:

"What? During the time I was away, someone was not honest? ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Gavin said, "Stepren Frey has been going around with Luce Bolton and Anya Weywood, and, when you first returned, he went to Lannister House to marry Tyrion. ”

Samwell pursed his lips disdainfully, and said disapprehantly:

"The Freys have always been so dishonest, but Luce Burton, Anya Weywood, and Tyrion Lannister are not fools. Just keep an eye on it and don't worry too much. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Anything else?"

Gavin nodded and said:

"Your Majesty, Duke Natalie Dayne has just arrived in King's Landing, bringing with him an army of 30,000 men."

Samwell was stunned for a moment and said:

"Is Dorne recovered now? Can you make up 30,000 expeditionary forces? ”

"Duke Natalie said that the Seven Kingdoms are in the most difficult time now, and Dorne should have a part."

Samwell had that cute and delicate face in his mind, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose:

"I see."

Gavin said no more, bowed, and left.

Samwell sat alone in the hall for a moment, then got up and went out the door.

After a moment of hesitation in the hallway, he finally walked in the direction of Natalie's room.

Knock knock.

Samwell knocked softly on the wooden door, followed by the sound of brisk footsteps.

With a creak, the door opened, revealing the familiar face from memory.

"Mountain...... Your Majesty. Natalie pulled up her skirt and bowed.

"What are you doing out there with me?" Samwell habitually rubbed her head, messing up her tie-up bun, and then walked into the room.

Natalie closed the door and grinned as she followed, her tone returning to her old closeness:

"Sam, did you just come back from the North? Did the Great Wall really fall? Is the legendary ghost really here? ”

"Yes, the Great Wall has fallen, and the strange ghosts have really come. The Seven Kingdoms are about to face their most formidable enemies. Samwell sat down at the table and sighed, "The North can't hold it. I have ordered all the northerners to move south, and at the same time ordered the army to move north to the Neck, where we will establish a new line of defense. ”

Natalie saw the deep tiredness in the man's eyes, and couldn't help but feel slightly sour in her heart, and hurriedly stepped forward, put her hands on Samwell's shoulders, and rubbed them gently, as if a wife was serving her most beloved husband.

There was no decoration on her fingers, which looked elegant and clean, and the slender white fingers kneaded just right, and after a moment Samwell relaxed.

"I have brought 30,000 troops to King's Landing this time, although they are not many, and most of them are new soldiers, but it can be regarded as Dorne's contribution to the king and mankind, and you should also bring it with you when the time comes."

"Hmm." Samwell closed his eyes.

He was indeed a little tired.

Although he has always been confident in front of outsiders, in fact, he is often anxious in his heart.

The Unravel is the ultimate natural disaster in the world of Game of Thrones, a terrible catastrophe with the end of the world, and the final stage of the game of the gods.

It can be said that from the beginning of the crossing to the present, all the efforts Samwell has made are actually to fight against the strangers.

Only the Strangers, and perhaps the gods behind them, are the real enemies he has always had to face.

But to be honest, even with so many preparations, Samwell at this time still did not have absolute certainty that he would be able to lead humanity to win this battle.

It is said that only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one not be defeated in a hundred battles.

But Samwell knew very little about this enemy.

The other party is shrouded in a fog, unable to snoop.

He can only rely on the ancient legends that are difficult to distinguish between true and false, as well as what he sees and hears in his tube, to guess and test his opponent.

And the more he tried, Samwell found that this opponent was probably even more terrifying than he imagined.

Ancient legends seem to hide creepy secrets.

"You will surely lead us to victory again!" Natalie said in a very firm tone, her fingers caressing between the man's eyebrows, as if to help him erase all his troubles.

I have to say that her technique is very good, as if she has been specially trained, every movement is just right, and the strength is just right, gently impacting his heart and giving him an unprecedented feeling.

"Yes, we will win." Samwell smiled in relief.

He realized that at this time, there were countless people of the Seven Kingdoms, like Natalie Dayne, who were almost blindly pinning their hopes on him.

And he must not live up to these expectations.

What about the strange spirits, they are nothing more than dead things crawling out of their graves.

What about the gods, he hadn't fought them since the rupture of Bloodreef.

Others may fear the gods, but Samwell wanted to pull them down from the altar from the beginning.

"Sam." Natalie bent down suddenly, letting her chest gently press against the back of Samwell's neck.

That soft, tingling sensation slowly seeps into the skin and goes deep inside.

Samwell opened his eyes and saw the pretty face that was close at hand, and the originally innocent girl also had a touch of charm at the moment.

Of course, in this charm, there is also a trace of jerkiness and nervousness that cannot be concealed.

But it is this just right amount of jerkiness that makes the girl more moving.

Samwell naturally put his arm around her neck, drawing her closer, and holding the slightly trembling red lips.

"Sam......" Natalie murmured, "I want a child......"

"Okay." Samwell turned and took her into his arms.

The night comes alive at this moment.

……

The crescent moon is in the sky, and the stars are around.

Samwell stood on the terrace of the Meg Building, speechless as he stared at the snowy night sky.

After a happy meal, Natalie fell asleep with satisfaction and exhaustion, and Margaery, Daenerys, and the children had already gone to sleep, but he was not sleepy.

After experiencing the biting cold outside the Great Wall, King's Landing at this time seemed exceptionally warm, even if the sky was covered with snowflakes.

Flocks of crows flew over the Red Keep, screaming loudly, their black wings flapping white snowflakes.

Samwell looked in the direction where the crow flew, and there seemed to be a flash of light in the asphalt-like darkness of the world.

He reached out and pressed lightly on the snowy railing, and the whole person rose into the air like a feather, floating into the cold and dark depths.

The snowflakes fell silently, wrapping the Red Keep in a white robe.

Samwell fluttered forward with the wind and landed in the Sacred Wood Forest.

The snow covered the bare branches, and a few crows landed on the branches, quacking.

The darkness is like a frozen glacier, freezing time and sealing everything.

Samwell strode forward, his boots rustling through the snow.

He felt some kind of rhythm of energy in the air, and his eyes gradually turned green.

Something seemed to be surging in the darkness around him, like cold fingers running across his back.

"Your Majesty Caesar." A childish voice rang out deep in the woods.

"Bran Stark." Samwell said, "Or should I call the Green Prophet?" Three-eyed crow? Or—

The Old Gods? ”

The darkness receded, and the light of the stars converged around a fishbeam.

The faces carved on the trunk are sad and bitter, and the bloodied eyes seem to carry all the suffering of the world.

Bran Stark sat in a wheelchair and stopped in front of the Heart Tree, and the starlight covered him with a faint silver glow, like a dream.

"You can call me anything, Your Majesty." He said.

The eyes are also green.

The green pupils of the two faced each other, and their eyes crossed in midair.

"Is this the Green Vision?" Samwell asked, "But why can't I look at the past and the future through it?" ”

Bran shook his head slowly:

"No, Your Majesty, you have talent, but it's not enough. The legacy of the Green Prophet is not just a matter of talent. ”

"What else is needed?"

"You need eyes, too." Brandau, "The eye of suffering, the eye of despair, the eye of weeping blood." ”

Samwell nodded thoughtfully, the green in his eyes fading.

"Tell me, Bran Stark. When you gave me the Mance Rader horn, did you know it was a fake winter horn? ”

Bran nodded.

Samwell sneered and continued to ask:

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

In the face of such a threat, Bran was still indifferent, and only heard him say in a flat tone:

"Even if I give you the real Winter Horn to destroy at the Great Wall of Desperation, it won't change anything. The Great Wall will still crumble, but in another way, the ghosts will still come. ”

"You don't even have the courage to try, how do you know you can't change?"

The grief in Bran's eyes grew stronger:

"Your Majesty, to tell you the truth, I have seen dozens of changes, and the Green Prophet before me, His Excellency Brynden Rivers, has seen thousands of changes, but I still can't escape the fateful fate.

This catastrophe is destined to be faced by humanity and cannot be avoided. ”

Samwell looked at the boy in the wheelchair silently, his eyes flashing with golden flames:

"To be honest, I don't trust you."

"I know." "Actually, when Brindon Rivers first became aware of your existence, the first thing that came to mind was to erase you as a variable. ”

The king's eyes narrowed instantly, and his whole body exuded a strong aura of danger.

And Bran seemed unconcerned about this, and continued:

"Brynden first noticed your anomaly five years ago in Hornling, and he tried to fix it in order to keep the worldline out of control......"

Samwell suddenly said:

"He made the hands and feet for my horse!"

Bran nodded:

"More precisely, it was Brinnden who exerted some influence on your equestrian teacher, leading him to manipulate the saddle. Still, you're lucky to survive.

At that time, the red comet had not yet descended, and Brynden's abilities were greatly limited, which was the limit of what he could do.

And then as you grow, your power expands, and your influence on the world grows. But just as Brinnden prepares to make another move on you, he suddenly sees something from a runaway future.

Caesar may offer another possibility. ’

Brynden told me.

Later, he gave up interfering with you, and even helped you when you needed it. ”

"You gave you that bronze armor from the Royce family?"

"Yes." Bran nodded, "There are many more things, things you may not be aware of, that will help you in the future." ”

"What things?" Samwell said coldly, "Euron Greyjoy's eyes? A real trumpet of winter? Or the yellow skull of the Faceless? Make it clear, which ones were given by the Old Gods? What's the use? ”

Bran shook his head firmly:

"Believe me, Your Majesty, there are some things that are better not known. Push open one more door and you'll have one less choice. ”

"I hate you half-talkers!" Samwell said viciously.

Bran said quietly:

"That's because, once we've finished speaking, it's a lie."

Samwell looked thoughtful, but then he asked again:

"So what is your position? What is the purpose? ”

"Rest assured, Your Majesty." This time Bran didn't shy away from the question, "I'm always on your side, on the side of humanity. ”

Samwell did not hide his suspicions:

"It's a pity that I didn't feel much sincerity."

"And now?" Bran said, and suddenly reached out and grabbed his eyes—

Poof!

In Samwell's astonished gaze, the teenager actually snapped his eyes alive!

"Your Majesty," Bran's empty eyes were filled with bloody tears, and at this moment, he had some strange resemblance to the bloody face on the tree behind him, "This is the sincerity I have shown you." ”

The boy handed the bloodied eyeball to the king.

The tone is not hurried, not light, not heavy.

It was as if it was not himself who became blind from then on.

"Perhaps, you can also see this as a punishment, the punishment for deceiving you at the Great Wall last time."

Samwell stared at the two eyeballs in front of him, was silent for a long time, and said:

"Is this one of the things the Old Gods gave me?"

Bran nodded:

"Yes, Your Majesty. Don't you want to really have green vision? That's what you're missing with your eyes. With it, you can see the past and the future for yourself.

But I must remind you.

Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.

Once you step into the long river of time, you will definitely get wet, and it is a luxury to want to be as fresh and refreshing as ever.

Whether this is a blessing or a curse is really hard to say.

So, make your choice carefully. ”

"Without eyes, are you still a three-eyed crow?" Samwell asked.

Bran shook his head, but there was not much frustration on his face, on the contrary, there was a sense of relief:

"My mission has been accomplished, and now, it's up to you."

After thinking for a moment, Samwell finally took the two eyeballs, and finally took a deep look at the bloody young man, and said:

"Tomorrow you come with me, go to the neck, and go to the battlefield."

Bran nodded quietly:

"As you wish, Your Majesty."