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

Chapter 680: White Walker Invasion
Rhaegar's expression changed slightly, and he raised his eyes to meet Daemon's gaze.

The uncle and nephew looked at each other and had the same doubts about the words of the Son of the Forest.

The first thing that comes to mind is the prophetic murals of Norvos, which have different prophecies in three different time periods.

The Conqueror's Song of Ice and Fire is also a prophecy against the White Walkers.

Legends of the Children of the Forest are widespread, especially the greenseers' prophetic powers.

Rhaegar wondered, "The Greenseer is dead. Won't a new Greenseer appear among your people?"

"At least not yet."

The Child of the Forest shook his head and said regretfully, "We cannot get the recognition of the Heart Tree."

"Then why do you think that if we find the heart tree, we can become greenseers?"

Damon's eyes were sharp as he expressed his doubts.

The Son of the Forest was stunned for a moment, then he said instinctively, "Someone guided me to cross the Wall in order to find a new Greenseer."

"who is it?"

Rhaegar and Daemon said in unison.

The Son of the Forest jumped off the dining table, scratching his head and spinning around.

The green eyes kept darting around, and he kept muttering, "Who is it, who could it be?"

Seeing this, Rhaegar waved at everyone.

Everyone left, leaving the Child of the Forest doubting himself.

……

into the night.

The second floor greenhouse of Castle Black.

The cold wind was howling outside the window, and the snowflakes were hitting the window panels, making a crackling sound.

After washing, Rhaegar lay down on the hard bed covered with a goose down quilt.

"Do you think what Bilbo said about the Greenseer is true?"

Rhaenyra stood at the table mixing fruit wine and turned her head to ask.

There were only two people in the room, and Helena went to bed early in another room.

No matter how harmonious the relationship was, Rhaegar still had to take turns sleeping with the emperor.

"maybe."

Rhaegar closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, mumbling in his half-sleep.

The Son of the Forest was not like the honest giant and had handed over his sparsely populated tribe to him.

The Heart Tree and the Greenseer are too illusory.

It's not that Rhaegar didn't believe it. The twin weirwood he touched in Highgarden contained magical power and gave him a slight shock.

But with the White Walkers as a powerful enemy, it is not suitable to leave the Wall again.

He wanted to adopt a stable strategy of holding the Wall and counterattacking, testing the capabilities of the White Walkers step by step.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
There was a knock on the door and footsteps stopped outside.

Rhaenyra was startled when she heard the voice, she put on a thick cloak, and opened the door curiously.

Damon leaned against the door frame, his lowered eyes flickering with hesitation.

"Damon, what do you want?"

Rhaenyra moved aside and looked back at Rhaegar lying on the bed.

Rhaegar opened his eyes upon hearing this, and guessed what his good uncle was up to.

Damon did not enter the door, but stood quietly outside.

After a long while, he raised his eyes and said, "If we want to deal with the White Walkers, we need the power of prophecy."

After seeing the prophetic murals of Norvos, he began to believe in magic.

The Greenseer is worth seeking out.

"Are you persuaded?"

Rhaegar hesitated.

Daemon shook his head slightly and folded his hands across his chest: "Korakshuu can fly over the Wall. I will gain more knowledge before the White Walkers invade."

He does not trust the Children of the Forest, but believes that the solution to the White Walkers lies in the North.

Korac was his support, enough to get a lot of things done in a short time.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered as he made some calculations in his mind.

Daemon is undoubtedly a powerful force in the fight against the White Walkers and is more reliable than Aemon and Aemond.

Greenseer is also attractive enough.

If Damon went to look for it, he might really find it.

"Take this, uncle."

Rhaegar stood up and solemnly threw out a pale horn.

boom!
Damon caught it and looked it over in his eyes: "What is it for? Or is it a dragon's horn or something like that?"

My good nephew always comes up with some weird and wonderful things.

"The free folk call it the Horn of Winter. It is a broken magical device."

Rhaegar looked serious and warned, "It is said that it can summon the giant sleeping underground. It is better to bring them with you."

He blew it once.

The legendary giant sleeping underground, most likely, has a horn that can cause a large-scale earthquake.

The Children of the Forest in ancient times used magic to shatter the Arm of Dorne, possibly with the help of the Horn of Winter.

Damon raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect it to be a good thing.

He put the horn on his waist with his backhand and said with a smile: "I will take the child of the forest with me. The journey will take no more than three days."

"Be careful on the road."

Rhaegar said goodbye.

Damon was used to being decisive and swift, so he turned and walked away from the room.

My good nephew has already explained the White Walkers’ weaknesses.

He has Koraxus and is holding the Dark Sister, so he is not afraid of being surrounded by the White Walkers and the army of the dead.

As soon as Damon left, the two people in the room fell silent.

Rhaenyra hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you relieved?"

There is a high probability of encountering danger.

"It doesn't matter. He is Damon."

Rhaegar lay back down, wondering if Asshai really had a solution for the White Walkers.

Be prepared for everything.

……

The next day, the sky was bright.

The Black Castle was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the Night's Watch had to walk through the snow pits.

"Over here, move the wood over here!"

Rhaegar raised his hand and shouted, directing the two giants to move the logs.

The veterans of the Winter Wolf Army, with their bare arms, wielded axes to scrape the bark of trees, making clanging sounds as they built houses.

Dozens of miles away, countless free people poured into the forest, cutting down trees and transporting them back to the Black Castle.

The news of the closure of the Great Wall Fortress has spread, and hundreds of thousands of free people have gathered near the Black Castle.

It was freezing outside, so we had to cut down the forest to build a gathering place.

boom! boom!
The giants walked with heavy steps and, with the cooperation of the tamed mammoths, they soon piled up a large amount of wood.

Comparable to the strongest infrastructure team.

Rhaegar gave orders in an orderly manner, and the sound of footsteps could be heard behind him.

Benila faced the cold wind, her face red from the cold, and said hurriedly, "Damon is gone."

I wanted to feed the dragons early in the morning, but suddenly I found that Korakhu was nowhere to be seen.

I knocked on Damon's door, but no one responded.

"He's busy and will be back soon."

Rhaegar spoke soothingly.

Benila bit her lower lip and said unwillingly, "He didn't even say hello to me."

He just left without caring about his daughter at all.

Rega was helpless and rubbed the girl's head.

Having a father who is not good at expressing himself will inevitably lead to gaps in the relationship.

"Your Majesty, I have something to ask you."

Cregan hurried over, his face looking quite serious.

"Go find Rhaenyra, don't keep it to yourself."

Rhaegar realized the seriousness of the problem and signaled Benilla to return to Castle Black.

Benilla was very stubborn. She took a deep breath and raised her foot.

Rhaegar followed Craig to the capstan ladder and climbed up the Wall.

A group of dusty night watchmen were already waiting, their faces pale.

Several frozen bodies lay on the frost-covered floor tiles.

Judging from their appearance, they are all rangers of the Night's Watch.

The body was still intact, its eyes wide open and filled with fear.

"It was found outside the Great Wall. It was discovered unexpectedly this morning."

The commander of the Night's Watch, Old Benji Ko, had a gloomy face and said cautiously: "I suspect it was a warning from the White Walkers."

These three rangers were part of a team that had gone out a few months earlier and had not been heard from since.

How could the bodies appear near the Great Wall without any human intervention?

Rhaegar leaned down and took a closer look at the three bodies.

"What did you find?"

Cragen asked curiously.

"I'm not sure yet. Let me try."

Rhaegar's eyes darkened slightly, he stood up and pulled out the Blackfire.

Phew! Phew!
Three consecutive sword strikes pierced the corpse's heart, and the sound was like stabbing frozen bacon.

“Roar~~”

Three corpses suddenly jumped up with their fangs and claws bared, and their dark eyes instantly turned into ice blue.

Then, he let out an unwilling roar and collapsed stiffly to the ground.

The ice-blue eyes turned gray, lifeless and completely dead.

Rhaegar sheathed his sword and said calmly, "It was done by a White Walker. Drag the body away and burn it."

Everyone present was stunned. It was the first time they saw a dead person resurrect and die again.

Old Benji Ko ordered the Night's Watch to take the bodies down, and said with a heavy heart: "The fact that the White Walkers can bring the bodies here means that the army of the dead is near the Wall." "Be prepared, and freeze the underground passages completely."

Rhaegar looked serious and warned: "The number of people patrolling at night has increased, so don't be stingy with the charcoal."

The White Walkers would come sooner or later, and we had already expected it.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

……

The First Men's Fist Peak.

The accumulated snow after the avalanche blocked the main roads, leaving only scattered towering boulders exposed outside the snow.

Smoothly...

The sound of horse hooves could be heard, and they moved slowly forward on the snow.

A frozen, rotten warhorse staggered, its figure blurry in the wind and snow.

On horseback, a pale figure in armor looked into the distance.

"Xuxu~~"

The second and third rotten warhorses appeared, each carrying a White Walker with disheveled white hair.

Two White Walkers stopped behind the rotten warhorse in the front, and looked up at the pale figure on the horse's back.

He is the ruler of the White Walkers, the incarnation of the God of Cold on earth.

The Night King had an expressionless face as he looked at the heavy snow blocking the road and slowly raised one hand.

hula-

The heavy snow suddenly flew up and turned into flying catkins all over the sky.

The Night King held the reins and stayed where he was, riding his rotten warhorse.

After a moment, a big hand with sharp nails suddenly swung down.

“Roar! Roar!”

Suddenly, in the foggy snow, hoarse roars echoed one after another.

The countless dead army was like puppets, drooping their heads and swaying forward.

The Night King's expression remained unchanged as he calmly led the army of the dead to clear the way.

Countless dead bodies passed by, and the wind and snow made it impossible to see clearly.

At this moment, the Night King suddenly raised his head.

A strange color appeared in the ice-blue eyes, and then turned into a dead gray.

Scenes emerged one after another like a projector.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Above the Ghost Forest, a giant snake-like dragon covered with scarlet scales flew by, its roar sharp and piercing.

boom--

Korakxiu's pupils narrowed, as if he sensed the evil watching, and he quickly spewed out a mouthful of scarlet dragon flame.

Daemon frowned and pulled at the handle on the saddle.

Korakxiu did not slow down, his snake-like body half-folded in the air, and plunged into the dragon flame.

puff!
The picture ends here.

The Night King's eyes returned to their cold, icy blue color, and he raised his head and turned toward the north from which he came.

It seemed to have noticed something.

Tread...  

A White Walker approaches on horseback, with one hand placed over his chest.

The Night King glanced at it and raised his hand to point to a location in the north.

The White Walker understood what he meant and pulled the reins to turn the horse around.

Walking in the opposite direction of the swarming army of the dead, his lonely and proud figure headed towards the north.

The Night King twisted his neck and continued to lead the army of the dead forward.

Target: The Great Wall of Despair.

……

Time flies, two days later.

The Great Wall of Despair.

The edge of the ghost forest outside the city retreats five kilometers, and the ground is littered with felled wood stumps.

Rumbling--

Dark clouds slowly drifted by, covering the sky above the Great Wall like a black quilt.

The ground continued to shake, and snow and wind gradually covered the earth.

woo-

A horn was blown on the Great Wall, accompanied by three rapid bell tolls.

The night watchmen took immediate action and lit the signal smoke on the city walls.

Old Benji Ko walked down the capstan ladder, wearing a bearskin coat and walking quickly to the observation deck.

Looking around, countless figures squeezed out of the ghost forest and kept approaching the Great Wall.

"Roar..."

Each of them had a hideous face, wore tattered clothes, and had a very stiff body, looking like the living dead.

"It's a corpse ghost!"

Old Benji Ko's face changed drastically. He snatched the gavel from the bell ringer and pounded it hard, shouting with all his might: "Get ready, the White Walkers are coming!"

The entire Black Castle was boiling with excitement as the powerful shouts echoed through the air.

The Winter Wolves, the Unsullied and the Kingdom coalition forces rushed to the top of the city walls, lined up in an orderly manner behind the parapet, and prepared bows and arrows and rolling stones.

The night watchman went into the tunnel and carried out the sealed wooden barrels one by one.

Some were filled with kerosene, while others were wildfires covered with fine sand.

Rumbling--

The army of the dead continued to shorten the distance and entered the one-kilometer range of the Great Wall.

Suddenly, everyone stopped moving.

On the Great Wall, the allied forces held their breath, waiting for a brutal war.

stomping on...

A rotten warhorse passed through the army of dead and stopped on a high slope.

The Night King had cold eyes as he looked at the Wall from afar.

Swish!
With a powerful wave of his hand, the army of the dead moved again.

The tens of thousands of zombies in front suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the Great Wall in a suicidal manner.

"Counterattack, don't let them get close!"

Old Benjiko immediately gave the order to light the arrows and shoot downwards.

The coalition forces followed suit, and dense rockets fell like fireworks.

puff!puff!
Each time a ghoul was hit by a rocket, it was killed to the ground.

However, the corpses behind continued to move forward, running madly on the corpses of their companions.

After rounds of rockets were fired, more than half of the surviving zombies broke through the first line of defense.

The corpses roared continuously and waved their sharp claws to tear the hard ice on the surface of the Great Wall and scrape off the fine frost.

The wind was blowing hard and dense boulders fell from the sky.

The zombies under the city wall were smashed into a pulp, with blood and flesh splattering all over the ground.

Some zombies found the gate of the underground passage and rammed it wildly.

But the gate had already been frozen by water, and the dragon stone walls were covered with layers of ice, harder than steel.

The Night King looked at this scene and raised his hand again.

A White Walker walked out from behind, holding an ice crystal spear, and personally led the second wave of the dead army to attack.

The zombies ran quickly, stamping out the remaining flames from the first round of rockets.

The coalition forces fought hard, with arrows and boulders coming one after another, and with the help of kerosene, they killed a large number of zombies.

Pfft!
The leading White Walker pushed away the brainless wights that were blocking their way and advanced aggressively.

Arrows and boulders fell, and the ice crystal spear swung hard, breaking them into powder and scattering them.

Bang!

The ice crystal spear pierced into the ice wall of the Great Wall. The White Walker's ice-blue eyes were extremely arrogant, and he used his hands and feet to gain leverage to climb.

Each time he climbed a certain distance, he would pull out the ice crystal spear and smash it to create a gap.

The corpses followed in a swarm, and their stiff bodies helped them climb higher flexibly.

"Don't let them come up, put down the sickle!"

Old Benjiko was extremely anxious and drew his sword and shouted.

boom--

Suddenly, a giant dragon as black as coal flew over the Great Wall, and its wings that covered the sky blew away the dark clouds.

"Dragon Flame!"

Rhaegar looked down at the army of dead men below with a sharp gaze.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton's green vertical pupils were sinister, and he swooped down, enough to fit into the mammoth's huge throat to accumulate dragon flame.

The next second, dark green dragon flame fell from the sky.

The White Walker was climbing, and he subconsciously looked up and watched.

As the eyes met, dragon flames poured down like a torrent, pouring over the head and the whole body.

The White Walker's eyes were about to burst, and he was instantly engulfed by the dark green dragon flame.

With a sizzling sound, it melted into a pool of ice water.

The dark green dragon flame was fierce and unyielding, crashing down on the wall like a waterfall, fiercely burning the army of zombies.

In just a few minutes, tens of thousands of zombies were wiped out.

The Glutton snorted hard, spread his wings and glided at low altitude.

Rhaegar sat firmly on the dragon's back, his body slightly tilted with the dragon, his eyes fixed on a pale figure far away on the slope.

Wearing armor and having horns on his head, he exudes the aura of a king who is superior to others.

"is it you?"

With murderous intent in his heart, Rhaegar pulled the saddle rope and rushed forward.

At the same time, the Night King raised his chin slightly and observed the huge black dragon.

The creepy smell of ashes is more dangerous than the heat of fire magic.

The Night King reached back and took off the icy spear from his back.

But he did not move, but pointed forward.

The dark army of zombies split in half and rushed towards the towering Great Wall that was right in front of them.

(End of this chapter)