Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 663: Capturing the Son of the Forest
Time flies and another half month has passed.

The army walked out of Luanhe City and officially entered the Jingze where swamps and miasma were rampant.

"Hiss!"

A giant golden dragon flew over the jungle, guiding the army below.

Compared to when they set out, the number of troops is growing.

More and more lords from the Riverlands sent troops. House Arryn of the Vale led an allied force consisting of 3,000 Vale knights and 5,000 archers and infantry.

More troops are constantly gathering.

stomping on...

The horse's hooves stepped on the mud, splashing the smelly mud.

Rhaegar rode a horse and guarded beside the White Wheel Palace.

The car curtain opened, revealing a pretty face.

"Lord Luo Wan's letter says that the Hewan army has crossed Luanhe City."

Holding a letter in her little hands, Rhaenyra smiled brightly.

When the troops from the River Bend arrived, the army heading north numbered as many as 30,000.

"Put it away first. There are too many mosquitoes here."

Rega waved away the little mosquitoes surrounding him and slowly pulled down the curtain.

"We should ride the dragon away."

Rhaenyra leaned on the windowsill and clapped her little hands together.

The car curtain hung over his head, leaving only a pair of bright purple eyes visible.

Rhaegar closed the curtains tightly and joked, "We are almost at Huishuiwang. Tell me earlier next time."

"Hmm~~"

Rhaenyra shrank back obediently, hugging her two adopted daughters and muttering.

Neck Marsh is a natural barrier and any army that passes through it will suffer a huge loss of morale.

What's more, it is a coalition force organized by various regions, and there is no organization at all.

The king following along the journey can subtly enhance cohesion.

It is also convenient for subsequent coalition forces to rush in the same direction.

……

The sun sets and dusk falls.

A gray-white castle covered with rocks, built deep in the jungle, appeared in front of the army.

The castle is not majestic, but small and old.

Standing alone in the dark green forest, it looks more like a fortress overlooking the distance.

"Finally here, my old waist!"

Aegon had a bitter face and kept complaining.

Rhaegar dismounted and looked around.

"Hiss-"

"..."

The dragon's roar, as loud as thunder, resounded in the depths of the dense forest, and its huge body disappeared without a trace.

Yang Yan and the sheep thief landed early and ate under the guidance of the dragon tamer.

Three giant dragons were hovering in the air.

Syrax slowly landed on the tower of the gray castle, and Moondance and Dawn were entangled like fluttering butterflies.

"Your Majesty, the conditions at Huishuiwang are limited, please forgive me."

Hall Reed of the Kingsguard reminded gently and guided the horse considerately.

Hall was born into the Reed family in Greywater Watch and was the youngest son of the previous Earl of Reed.

He has extraordinary martial arts skills and is smart and capable.

Arriving at Huishuiwang, it is the time when the wanderers return home.

"Anyone who entertains the king is friendly no matter what the conditions."

Rhaegar had been exchanging letters with Lord Reed.

creak-

The white carriage opened the door, and Rainier, who had changed into a simple black outfit, walked down the steps.

"Hiss!"

The pale pink dawn flapped its wings and flew over, its huge body over ten meters long crashed next to the wheel palace.

Rhaena got off the wheelchair and was splashed with mud.

"Haha, Dawn loves you so much."

Benilla hid in the background, mocking mercilessly.

Rhaenyra patted the hem of her skirt to make sure she didn't fall into the mud, and naturally took Rhaegar's hand.

Soon, Count Bad Reed of Greywater came out and welcomed the group into the castle.

"Your Majesty, please come in."

……

into the night.

Gray water view, bedroom.

Crack!

The tallow candle burned fiercely, emitting sparks of fire.

Rhaegar sat at a weirwood desk, carefully reviewing letters from King's Landing and other parties.

Mainly Golden Fields and Old Town.

Darren took out a loan from Quarles and recruited a large number of homeless poor people to join the team to cultivate the land.

The Dragonstone Castle on the shores of Dagger Lake has taken shape and is being extended outward with newly reclaimed land to plan the location of the town.

The situation in Old Town was deadlocked.

The Hightower family and the merchants of Quarth refused to give in to each other, and the atmosphere was full of tension.

The young Earl Alan Tarly gathered a thousand archers, eight hundred infantry and two hundred cavalry, ready to launch an attack at any time.

"Still reading the news?"

The door opened from the outside, and after washing up, Renira returned to the room.

While wiping her wet silver-gold hair, she slowly walked closer to him.

Fengman stuck to Rega's back and turned his head to watch.

“It’s just little things.”

Rhaegar leaned back, resting his head on the fragrant neck.

"And the letter from Belron."

Rhaenyra smiled and took up the opened letter.

The letter said that Harrenhal was ready, and the entire Riverlands and the Vale were mobilizing to prepare for winter.

King's Landing was still relatively peaceful, but the prices of items were beginning to rise little by little.

Especially half a month ago, in mid-August, it suddenly started to get colder.

Firewood and warm items have become high-priced commodities.

The cheap wool and ramie of Qohor became hot commodities, and large quantities were sold through Blackwater Bay every day.

"The ten-year long summer is finally over."

Rhaegar looked solemn, raised his head and looked at Rhaenyra's profile, and whispered: "I predict that it will snow in mid-September, and the people of the Seven Kingdoms will suffer."

Except in the north, even in the valleys, it rarely snows in September.

The ten years of summer made the people of the seven countries forget the cold winter, and countless people died in the heavy snow.

"I will accompany you."

Rhaenyra rubbed her forehead against his and whispered softly, "Defend the Wall, push back the cold and darkness in the north, and everything will return to normal."

Rhaegar slowly closed his eyes, sniffed the fragrance of soapberries, and constantly simulated the scene of fighting against the White Walkers in his mind.

The conqueror's prophecy weighed on his heart like a mountain.

The last time humans fought against the White Walkers was in the ancient times eight thousand years ago.

I still remember the mural of the White Walkers I saw in the underground mines of Dragonstone when I was a child, which recorded the hideous faces of the White Walkers.

How should we draw our swords and knives when facing the dead and monsters? "I hope they can withstand the dragon flames."

Rhaegar smiled, stood up and returned to the bed.

Outside the castle, the army was stationed three miles away.

The bonfire lit up half the night sky, and the soldiers' noisy singing was a mess.

As the night deepened, dark clouds covered the bright moon.

"Cuckoo cuckoo..."

Birds are chirping outside the window, and the sound is so clear that it seems to be right next to my ear.

Rhaegar lay on the hard bed, sleeping soundly with his head buried in the warm embrace.

Before I knew it, a hazy dream appeared.

White!

It was a vast expanse of white snow, as if the sky and the earth were the same color.

Heavy snow covered everything and the cold wind was blowing.

stomping on...

A frozen, rotten warhorse slowly moved forward, with a blue eyeball connected by blood vessels hanging in its eye socket.

Rhaegar was standing in the snow, looking at it with a confused mind.

A rotten warhorse passed by, and a white-haired, yeti-like giant foot clamped on the horse's belly.

"Dead horse?"

Rhaegar gradually realized that something was wrong and looked up carefully.

boom--

Coincidentally, he met a pair of cold eyes as blue as ice.

Rega's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously reached for his sword at his waist.

"Hmph~~"

The rotten warhorse snorted heavily and walked away step by step, carrying its blue-eyed master.

Sitting on the bony horse's back was a hideous monster with pale, wrinkled skin and messy white hair.

The weirdo's blue eyes were cold and ruthless, and he glanced around aggressively.

For a moment, Reigar thought he had been spotted.

However, it did not.

The strange man rode the rotten warhorse away quickly, stopping for a while at each place he passed, as if marking it.

"Is this... a White Walker?"

Rhaegar followed with disbelief in his eyes, stepping on the thick snow.

If it is really the White Walkers that are appearing, it proves that all the previous speculations were true.

The Conqueror's prophecy is true, the murals in the mines of Dragonstone are true, and the prophecy of Norvos is true.

The strategy that has been prepared is not alarmist.

Flutter, flutter, flutter…

The strange man waved his hand lightly, and the snow swelled up, and thousands of white corpses and skeletons crawled out.

Gathering the resurrected dead behind him, the weirdo nodded with satisfaction.

Continue moving forward on your rotten warhorse.

When Rhaegar witnessed this scene, he was deeply shocked.

Seeing the dead resurrected with your own eyes was too shocking.

This couldn't help but remind him of the curse of the Shadow Binder he encountered when he was a child and wandered on the Crab Claw Peninsula.

Devour the shadows of the dead and continue to grow stronger.

If the curse is not killed for a moment, it will spread and spread like a tarsal body.

Bo~~
While I was still observing the weirdo, the dream suddenly shattered into pieces.

"Cuckoo cuckoo..."

The birds outside the window were still chirping, and their sounds seemed a little more urgent.

Rhaegar slowly opened his eyes and shook his head vigorously.

"Rhaegar, I'm sleepy."

Rhaenyra muttered quietly, her voice soft and greasy.

Rega had a severe headache and supported himself on the bed with one hand and tried to get up.

He touched her through the quilt and suddenly frowned.

Lifting back a corner of the quilt, pale and mottled weirwood boards were revealed.

Rega's eyes became increasingly suspicious, and he tiptoed out of bed.

He gave a gentle kiss to the sleeping person's rosy cheek and whispered, "I'll be back in a minute."

He grabbed the shirt from the bedside, took off his clan sword Blackfire, and walked out.

Before opening the door, he glanced sideways out the window.

……

Gray water view, swampland.

The silver-haired figure took one deep step and one shallow step as he walked through the animal trail blocked by bushes.

I do not know how long it has been.

A low fish beam tree emerged, its red crown particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

call out--

As soon as Rega stopped, a figure flashed before his eyes.

He is short and thin, like a child.

The skin was green in the moonlight, and the body was covered with rough animal hides.

"Ula Ula~~"

The green figure stopped in front of the weirwood for a moment, turned around and muttered a few words to Rhaegar, then magically disappeared.

Just one or two seconds is enough to see a lot.

Hair like palm bark, eyes full of wisdom, and tattered clothes.

Rhaegar was startled when he saw this, and strode to the weirwood.

The trunk of the weirwood tree is thick and has a sad face carved on its surface.

In the dim night, it seemed as if he was telling his suffering.

"You are the one who led me here?"

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand as if to touch the tree trunk.

quiet!
There was complete silence and stillness all around.

Rhaegar's face darkened slightly, and he slapped his big hands on the pale bark, saying in a cold voice: "You don't know how to appreciate my kindness!"

It's sizzling!

Black scales and horns appeared on its forehead, and black flames spread along its five fingers, quickly enveloping the entire tree.

The bark was charred in an instant, and the red leaves became the best fuel.

"what!!"

A shrill scream was heard, and a wave of magic came from the weirwood.

With a plop, a thin green figure fell out.

Swish!
A flash of black light passed by, and the sword blade was pointed straight at the throat.

The green figure looked terrified, and his hands, which were reaching into his waist pockets, stopped moving in fear.

"Child of the forest."

Rhaegar's eyes turned cold, Blackfire suppressed his gaze and asked again: "Did you deliberately lead me here?"

"Ula Ula~~"

The Son of the Forest gestured for a while, as if telling something.

Snapped!
The sword hit his face hard, and a cold voice rang out: "Speak human language."

"I led you here."

The son of the forest immediately became obedient and spoke the common language fluently.

(End of this chapter)