The saber fell at Tyrion's feet.

While!

Another crunch.

Tyrion's dagger fell.

Tyrion didn't see who had left it.

It was as if his own sword and dagger had fallen out of thin air.

Tyrion had seen these similar tricks, and they were all little tricks by clowns and courtiers to please their lords, and it was not surprising that they were a little tricky.

He picked up his sword and dagger, put the strap on his body, and put the dagger at his waist.

"Ladies and gentlemen...... Tyrion's eyes rolled quickly, he was thinking about whether to call these strange people adults or prophets, the first time he saw so many people of his own height, he had a strange emotion in his heart that he couldn't speak, "Children of the forest, I'm Terry Lannister...... "This was the second time he introduced himself, and he felt the need for a formal ...... In order to be able to leave alive with his three-inch incorruptible tongue......

"Your name is not Tyrion Lannister, you are Coca Beater. The ancient voice sounded again, as if it had just woken up after ten thousand years of sleep.

Tyrion didn't see the mouth of the giant tree's face open and close this time, the sound came from the sky, the earth, and the air, the voice was everywhere, there was no joy or sorrow.

It seemed that the treemen couldn't hear it, and Tyrion watched as they didn't fall from the trees, no matter what form they were. They were like humanoid fruits that grew on this giant tree.

Those giant branches that reached into the sky, I don't know how many treehouses and tree people there were.

The Children of the Forest, who have been living here since the Dawn Era, if their ability to reproduce is strong enough, I don't know how many Children of the Forest have gathered here. The Lake of God's Eye is too large to provide them with plenty of fish. The ground beneath Tyrion's feet was also far in sight, with hills undulating in the distance. - but perhaps it was an illusion created by the magic of the Children of the Forest. In both human and humanoid life, the Children of the Forest are people who are born close to magic.

Tyrion heard his new name, but he didn't feel it.

Coca Beater!

He wanted to laugh.

But he couldn't laugh.

He had escaped alive from the dungeons of the Red Keep in King's Landing with a vow of exchange for his life, and that oath included coming here, which he had fulfilled, but none of the people who had come with him were gone. - Could they all be drowned?

By all indications, the sons of the forest had no ill will towards him,

Tyrion Lannister said, "Well, a name is just a symbol of a person, can you allow me to leave?" he said to the ancient, formless voice.

"Don't you want to leave with your friends?" the old voice sighed.

"I really want to. Tyrion breathed a sigh of relief. If his judgment is correct, does that mean that some of his other thoughts are also right......

"Well, please take a closer look. Coca Beater. The ancient voice said.

"I'm looking closely. Tyrion breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that he had anything to do with the mysterious children of the forest, he didn't know them well, he didn't understand them, he didn't have a talent for magic, and although Lord Will insisted that he be here for a reason, and he saw his face carved into the wall of a huge tree, he instinctively refused to accept some of the obvious messages.

He was afraid of a new self, a world that was completely alien but somehow connected to him...... Everything is incredible...... Bizarre and mysterious...... It's like a curse that went wrong.

Faintly, thunder was heard in the distance.

The rumbling thunder was getting closer, and the ground began to tremble.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the leaves began to rattle.

The four closest sons of the forest: Green, Red, Gold, and White, quickly climbed up and disappeared into the blood-red palm leaves. Countless children of the forest burrowed into the treehouses like light and shadow.

In the fiercer winds, the leaves were blown away, and Tyrion saw that there were so many treehouses, layered on top of each other, that there was no end in sight.

The gale turned into a hurricane, but avoided Tyrion's location.

He was terrified, but he did not dare to move: the hurricane was raging all around him, and it carried a large number of water droplets. As soon as he moves, he crashes into hurricanes and mist.

There was a loud click, and the sky thunderclapped, shaking the ground and trembling.

Tyrion felt as if an ancient beast was about to break through the ground.

The hurricane came from an unseen lake in the distance, carrying with it a torrent of water, like a wild gray-blue dragon, the dragon's claws swept across the ground, rolling up mud and rocks, and Tyrion saw that beneath the turf swept by the hurricane dragon was not the body of dirt and rock, but the pale of human skin—the color of the bark of the fishbeam.

Tyrion was shocked, could it be that the island under his feet was actually nothing more than the stump of a giant tree?

A fish beam tree standing in the center of the lake is Qianmian Island itself?

Tyrion couldn't believe it.

What kind of divine power will create such a giant tree? If so, the Nine Wonders of the World are nothing compared to this giant tree.

Moreover, there is no such record in ancient books.

Tyrion thinks he's misjudged: a thousand faces must be a thousand fish beams, but now he only sees one and a few faces. These are not in accordance with the records of ancient books.

The hurricane dragon swept past Tyrion and scattered into a torrential downpour, washing the old tree from its head, but avoiding where Tyrion stood.

Only a few mist splashes fell on him, soft as mist, without any impact. It's better than a flick of the little girl's fingers.

The hurricane dissipated, but in the distance, there was a stronger thunderclap, like the sound of ten thousand iron hooves galloping, and this time, the giant trees were trembling.

Tyrion's face was bloodless, his entire body shaking uncontrollably. - The whole ground trembled, as if the whole earth was about to break through it.

Such a prestige is no longer manpower, only divine power.

In the distance, one left and one right, lightning and fire, flew over two large blue glasses. - But it's not glass, it's two blue lakes.

The water on one side of the lake came faster, and Tyrion could tell that it was a topographic map of Westeros formed by the condensation of the lake.

On the other side, the lake on the left is condensed into the shape of the continent of Essos, on the other side of the Narrow Sea.

Tyrion is well-read, and he knows all the history and astronomy of the land. He only had one look at it, and he knew it.

Two continents formed by the condensation of two lakes.

He stood on the spot, like a humanoid dwarf sculpture.

The two continents have water waves sticking out of their tails, and the two water waves are connected together, forming a channel that connects the two continents together.

Tyrion's eyes widened to the extreme, his mouth opened wide to the extreme, he understood what this meant, this was at the beginning of 10,000 years ago, when the ancestors had not yet attacked the continent of Westeros, Essos and the continent of Westeros were actually connected together as a whole continent, and the current Narrow Sea was just a sheltered ditch in the middle of the continent at that time.

The place that connected the two continents into one continent was called the Dorne Arm by later generations of Terran sages.