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

Chapter 664: The God of Cold and the Night King

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the moonlight sprinkled on the earth.

The black flames died out, and the fish beam wood was burned to a charred black.

Rhaegar stepped on the Child of the Forest and lifted Blackfyre slightly: "Who are you and what is your purpose in bringing me here?"

He was woken up in the middle of the night and was in a bad mood.

The Son of the Forest looked timid and whispered, "Perhaps you are the prince in the prophecy. You should get the guidance of the Heart Tree."

"Heart tree?"

Rhaegar muttered, glancing over the dark weirwood trees.

With this level of skill, you think you can win his faith?

The Children of the Forest are legendary humanoid creatures that are indeed full of unknown mystery.

But in the final analysis, they were defeated by their ancestors who held bronze tools.

The ancestors were defeated by the Andals who were armed with iron weapons.

Finally, the dragonlords of Valyria drove out the Andals, truly at the top of the food chain.

Rhaegar looked down at the Child of the Forest with a strange look in his eyes: "You are a little too weak."

Weaker than he thought, more vulnerable.

"We master magic, we don't need the physique of a stupid giant."

The Son of the Forest retorted in a shrill voice, gesticulating with his hands.

Rhaegar said nothing, his eyes becoming more and more hostile.

The child of the forest at his feet was short and thin, but judging from his facial features and the bra on his chest, he was obviously a woman.

Curly chestnut hair, green eyes, and big round ears.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem to be as legendary as the Children of the Forest recorded in history books.

“When history comes into reality, it is always disappointing.”

Rhaegar smacked his lips and let go of the "squirrel man" he was stepping on.

"I really know magic!!"

The Child of the Forest climbed to his feet and angrily reached into his pocket.

Then, take out a... pumpkin.

boom--

He threw it casually and it hit the swamp with a loud bang.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, staring at the pocket.

A broken pumpkin is more powerful than wildfire.

The destructive power is comparable to a breath of dragon flame from a young dragon.

"see that."

The Child of the Forest widened his green eyes and made a condition: "I will guide you to find a way to fight against the cold and darkness."

Snapped!
With a slap on the face, the Son of the Forest fell down with his teeth bared.

Rhaegar bent down and pulled off the torn pocket tied to his fur skirt, saying bluntly, "Here you go."

If you have such a good thing but don't share it with others, why would you try to imitate bird calls in the middle of the night?

Wouldn't it be better for a weak race to just stay in a dark corner?

"what!!"

Suffering from psychological traumas one after another, the Child of the Forest was furious and burst out: "The White Walkers are coming, do you really want to win this war!?"

How could this human steal her magic bomb?

How dare you harm a green prophet.

"Can you beat a White Walker?"

Rhaegar treated him differently, just looking at how many "pumpkins" he had in his pocket.

one two three four……

There were probably six or seven more, which he gave to Rainier for self-defense.

"I know a way to kill the White Walkers."

The Child of the Forest clenched his fists and pulled out a pitch-black dragon crystal dagger from his waist: "Obsidian contains a trace of fire magic, which can break the curse of the cold god on the White Walkers."

Rhaegar immediately became serious and did not snatch the dragonglass dagger this time.

Dragonglass is very rare, and there is not much of it in Westeros.

Fortunately, there is a dragon crystal mine under Dragonstone Island.

"Dragonglass... Obsidian can kill White Walkers?"

Rhaegar crouched down and pulled up the thin child of the forest.

The Child of the Forest hid the dragon crystal dagger in his arms and was cautious: "Yes, the White Walkers are the incarnation of the God of Cold in the world. Only the opposing fire magic can contend with them."

After a pause, he said threateningly, "My people have many obsidian weapons. I can give them to you to fight against the White Walkers."

"Thank you very much."

Rhaegar remained calm, as if he was coaxing a child, and asked softly, "Who is the God of Cold? Do White Walkers have beliefs?"

First time hearing "Han Shen".

The First Men believed in the Heart Tree, the Andals believed in the Seven Gods, the Valyrians believed in random things...

What kind of god is the God of Cold?
Could it be that, like the "Thousand-Faced God" of the Faceless Men and the "Drowned God" of the Ironborn, they are beliefs born out of special experiences and regional differences?

"The God of Cold is the God of Cold, the embodiment of cold and darkness."

The Child of the Forest spoke righteously, with fear in his eyes: "It created the White Walkers and used them to lead the army of the dead."

Rhaegar was puzzled and asked, "Does the God of Cold have a physical entity like the Heart Tree?"

He had to figure out whether the God of Cold really existed or was just a decoration like the Seven Gods.

So far, many gods have proven their existence.

There is something mysterious about the Heart Tree and the Lord of Light.

"no one knows."

The Child of the Forest's eyes flashed with memories, and he narrated: "But the God of Cold cannot be killed. It has the identity of a human being, used to command many White Walkers."

"Is it the Night King?"

Rhaegar made a bold guess.

"Yes." The Child of the Forest nodded and said hopefully, "The Night King has not yet awakened. You still have a chance to defeat the White Walkers."

Hearing this, Rhaegar sorted out his thoughts.

The Conqueror's prophecy is true, the Night King and the White Walkers are real.

The God of Cold is the Night King, but the Night King is not necessarily the God of Cold.

The Night King is still sleeping in the land of eternal winter, but his White Walkers have awakened first.

White Walkers have appeared beyond the Wall, alarming the Children of the Forest north of the Neck, causing them to come looking for help.

"So……"

Rhaegar changed his mind and threatened the child of the forest: "Why should I help you?"

The Children of the Forest were stunned when they heard this, and said anxiously: "The White Walkers will cross the Wall, and you and your people will die."

"Not necessarily."

Rhaegar smiled calmly and asked, "White Walkers can't swim, right?"

One side of the Great Wall ends at the East China Sea, where the cold, turbulent sea forms a natural barrier.

If he moved his family, the White Walkers would not be able to find the continent of Essos on the other side of the sea.

"Those are your subjects!"

The son of the forest once again emphasized that his simple mind did not expect the cunning of humans. Isn't it natural for the king to protect the people?

Just like the human hero Azor Ahai eight thousand years ago, even at the cost of his beloved.

Rhaegar reached out and ran his hand through the forest child's chestnut curly hair, and said calmly: "I am not a guardian, and I don't have the necessary reason to give everything."

He could take as many people from the Seven Kingdoms as possible and migrate them, like Nymeria, the Warrior Queen of the Rhoynar.

If he really stays, he must see the feasibility of defeating the White Walkers.

And, enough reasons.

The Child of the Forest hesitated for a moment, then opened his hand that was picking leaves from his head and said sternly, "What do you want, greedy Valyrian."

Once upon a time, the ancestors were the most terrible enemies.

Later, the Andals were more terrible than the First Men, and the Valyrians were more cruel than the Andals.

"Your pumpkin."

Rhaegar smiled triumphantly, and the dragon said, "There is also the magic of the children of the forest, including the submission and loyalty of the rescued people to the king."

"You want the children of the forest to submit to humans?"

The Son of the Forest suddenly raised his voice and turned around in panic.

With its thin body and big ears, it really looks like a big squirrel jumping around.

"Can't you?"

Rhaegar didn't think so.

The Children of the Forest are a legendary group that represents ancient mysterious magic.

The Targaryens are ancient and noble enough, and there is no one like them in the world.

As the saying goes, when the water is full, it will overflow.

It’s time for a group that has retreated from history to reappear and share the pressure from the Targaryens and the dragons.

Besides, pumpkin bombs are really useful.

I don't know if this thing can be mass-produced?

The Son of the Forest looked alert and stepped back: "No, we have signed a contract with the ancestors and both sides live in peace."

Humans cannot be trusted.

Hundreds of years of experience have taught her that she can only be safe if she stays away from humans.

Rhaegar stood up and pointed his family sword Blackfire at him: "Am I one of the ancestors?"

The Son of the Forest was stunned when he heard this.

Of course not, it was the Old Valyrians who were even more evil than the First Men.

Rhaegar's mouth curved up, and his smile was kind: "What does the agreement you signed with the First Men have to do with me?"

"It is impossible for the children of the forest to be with men."

The Children of the Forest were impatient and thought of a solution: "The dead cannot swim, but the White Walkers have wisdom."

Rhaegar folded his arms across his chest and listened.

"We blew down the Arm of Dorne."

The Child of the Forest looked serious, and added: "The White Walkers know ice magic, and they can also set foot on the Eastern Continent through the Arm of Dorne."

Hearing this, Rhaegar's expression changed slightly, and he finally realized the threat.

The Children of the Forest continued to make terrifying statements: "If we don't defeat the invasion of the White Walkers, countless living people will become dead, and the world will fall into cold and darkness."

The Children of the Forest will also be found and killed by the White Walkers.

"Let's go. We'll talk about loyalty later. Let's talk about what else we can do to restrain the White Walkers first."

Rhaegar sheathed his sword, picked up the tiny child of the forest with one hand, and strode back to Greywater Watch.

The other party is already a prisoner, and every bit of value must be squeezed out of them.

The Child of the Forest was overjoyed and said enthusiastically: "Your sword and the dragons in the Neck Swamp are weapons to fight against the White Walkers."

"Your army needs to be armed. I can provide thousands of obsidian weapons."

Rhaegar didn't even blink, and said nonchalantly, "I'll send a message to King's Landing and ask them to dig up enough dragon crystal."

He still wants the pumpkin bomb.

Never seen this before, more convenient and easier to use than Wildfire.

"What's your name?"

Having captured a child of the forest with his own hands, Rhaegar had already imagined Rhaenyra's cute expression of surprise.

"Bilbo."

The Son of the Forest answered weakly, his strange appearance making him look weird.

"It doesn't sound like a feminine name."

"Children of the forest do not need to mate."

……

In the north, there is the Great Wall.

The night was dark and the wind was cold.

Bang! Bang!
"Hurry! Use more force!"

In front of the underground gate of the Great Wall, two giants slammed into the iron fence sideways, causing the icicles to fall off.

The ground was covered with burning arrows, stained with blood and piercing the bodies of the savages.

Kerosene spilled on the ground, forming a large circle of fire.

The wildlings couldn't come in, and the night watchmen dared not go out.

Only two giants struggled to break through, fighting desperately in an environment of mixed cold and scorching heat.

The flames singed their body hair and melted the ice above their heads into a series of streams.

“I can do it!!”

An ugly giant shouted loudly, and his honest voice spread throughout the battlefield.

He grasped the bottom of the iron fence with both hands and lifted it up one foot high.

shhhhh!

Dense array of arrows fell and accurately hit the back of the neck of the companion beside him.

The giant on the other side fell down, and his huge body smashed into the flames.

Not far away, the half-burnt body of a mammoth emitted a strong burnt smell.

"Ah, you're dead!"

The ugly giant was filled with grief, and all his strength suddenly weakened.

Bang!

The iron fence fell to the ground with a loud bang, causing large amounts of snow to splash into the air.

"Come on!"

The giant's corpse extinguished a lot of the flames, and the savage army swarmed forward, stepping on the corpses.

Rumbling--

Suddenly, the ice wall of the Great Wall roared, and the fire reflected a cold light.

Swish!
A giant sickle fell from the sky, one end of which was hung on the top of the city wall with an iron chain, and it swept across the ground like thunder.

The savages were cut in half in an instant, and the scene was so bloody that it was beyond words.

In an instant, the morale of the barbarian army was greatly hit, and fear spread in their hearts.

woo-

The horn sounded in the rear, signaling a retreat.

(End of this chapter)