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

Chapter 682 Damon Finds the Heart Tree
At night, the wind was cold.

The Great Wall was as bright as day, and the outer perimeter was littered with burned corpses and broken bones.

It was as if the flames of purgatory were bursting out.

Castle Black, Great Hall.

"The Night King has escaped and his whereabouts are unknown."

Emond had a gloomy face, and his whole body exuded a coldness that kept people away.

"Everyone is happy to be able to drive away the White Walkers."

Rodrick Dustin strode around the hall with a gruff voice.

Creggan and the Northern lords sat in a circle and nodded in approval.

The scene of the invasion of the White Walkers is still vivid in my mind.

The dark army of wights and the brave and fearless pale White Walkers.

If it weren't for the giant dragons suppressing the sky, it would be hard to imagine that the Great Wall could stop the invasion of the White Walkers.

Upon hearing this, Aemond snorted coldly.

At the main seat in the hall, Rhaegar lowered his head.

"The wound is very difficult to treat. You need to be careful about your movements."

Maester Tru's round belly bent as he carefully tended to the king's right shoulder injury.

The ice crystal spear pierced through the shoulder blade, causing bone fracture and muscle tearing.

Due to an unknown influence, the wound could not heal, and the entire right arm became pale and bloodless.

"Besides the wound, what else is going on?"

Rhaenyra half-knelt beside him, tightly grasping the trembling right arm.

Rhaegar's eyes drooped, an unnatural blush appeared on his face, and half of his body was shaking uncontrollably.

Rhaenyra bit her lower lip and pressed her cheek against Rhaegar's forehead, feeling the heat on her skin.

"I'm fine, just a minor problem."

Rhaegar's breath was hot and he controlled his breathing rhythm.

The wound was completely numb and had gradually become numb.

Physical abnormalities appear one by one, like a cold or a fever.

However, the Targaryens were born with great immunity to colds, and Rhaegar had never caught a cold since he was a child.

Rhaenyra didn't believe it, her eyes fixed on the fat maester.

Scholar Tru was sweating profusely. He wiped his head with his wide sleeves and said uncertainly, "Your Majesty's symptoms are very similar to the tremor disease that was prevalent during the reign of the Centenarian King."

"Can it be cured?"

Rhaenyra's expression tightened, and she pursed her lips in concern.

The medical science in Westeros is not well developed, but thanks to the Citadel, it is barely on par with the medical science in Essos.

However, due to the limitations of the current generation, many symptoms are still classified as terminal illnesses.

Such as grayscale, puerperal fever, and tremors caused by colds.

Tru shook his head slightly and whispered, "The Tremor Syndrome is a disease that suddenly emerged in the last century. It gradually disappeared from the eyes of the world until most of the infected patients died."

Even in a place as knowledgeable as the Citadel, very little is known about the Tremor Syndrome.

Daenerys Targaryen, the eldest daughter of the centenarian king, died of tremors when she was seven or eight years old.

That was a child that I basically raised, but still died halfway through.

Hearing this, Rhaenyra's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked timidly at Rhaegar, who seemed fine.

Rhaegar glanced at the wound, and a transparent film appeared on his body surface, covering the wound and the right half of his body.

That's the skin of a sea dragon.

Your own body, you know best.

Bring up the system panel.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragonborn (64%) - (Zombified)

Runes: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue), Dream Eater (purple)

Blood Witchcraft: Batworm (blue), Dragon Dance (purple)...

Relics: Blood and Fire, Dream Vision, Sea Dragon's Blessing...

Special items: Space necklace, Dragon horn (exclusive)

Comment: "The ice magic is corroding, and the blood is gradually losing temperature."

"Bloodline rigidity? There's something wrong at the root."

Rhaegar secretly complained and indeed felt a chill.

That was a negative state that had never existed before.

In addition, the bronze rune was completely shattered, and the sea dragon's skin was moderately damaged, greatly reducing its own protection.

"It's all the ice magic attached to that ice crystal spear."

Rhaegar understood the reason and took a bandage and placed it on the wound.

"Your Majesty, you..."

Maester Tru hastily stopped him.

"Bandage it, don't be nervous."

Rega remained calm and refused to apply medicine on his wounds.

The negative state is caused by the Night King's attack and cannot be cured by ordinary medicine.

"But, your situation."

Bachelor Tru was so anxious that he was running around in circles and was afraid to take any action.

The king's face turned pale and half of his body was shaking.

How can it be bandaged so hastily?

Rhaegar's eyes widened and he made a muffled "hmm" sound through his nose.

Tru's face shuddered and he quickly bandaged the wound, tying the bandage with a beautiful bow.

Rhaegar withdrew his gaze and tried to clench his right hand.

There is a reaction, but it is difficult to control.

It feels like someone is fighting with me for control of my right hand, and I just want to shake it as much as I want without caring about the world.

It is not clear whether it is tremor syndrome, perhaps it is a complication.

"how are you feeling?"

Rhaenyra's eyes were full of tension, and she held the other's hands tightly.

"Fortunately."

Rhaegar twisted his neck and forced himself to stand up from the chair.

"be careful."

Helena's fair face wrinkled into a bun, and she rushed out to support his arm.

Rhaegar shook his head slightly and whispered, "Don't show your fear."

He pulled Helena's hand away with his left hand, winked at Aegon and Aemond in the hall, turned around and left with the two sisters.

Solve problems when there are any.

If there is something wrong with the blood circulation, find a way to solve it.

Don't discuss it in the hall and expose your vulnerable side to your vassal.

It is unacceptable to shake the morale of the army.

On the way back to his room, Rhaegar kept his head down and said nothing.

He secretly pondered in his heart how strangely powerful the Night King was.

The dragon flame can't cause any damage, so it seems we can only fight in close combat.

Take advantage of the special properties of the Valyrian steel sword and kill it when you have the chance.

A cold right hand affects your brain's thinking.

Rhaegar raised his hand, his purple eyes flashing.

If you want to defeat the Night King, you have to find a way to make up for the information gap.

Daemon has set out on his journey to find the Heart Tree and the Greenseer.

"Should we prepare for both scenarios?"

Rhaegar couldn't help but think of the witch, Quei Lizard, and thought to himself: "I wonder if Yasha has any blood magic to remove the blood stiffness."

The disease cannot be delayed, otherwise it will wear down the body. That is the scene that the Night King wants to see most.

……

The night deepens into a haunted forest.

Under the dark shade of the trees, the army of zombies was surging in dense numbers.

A bright moon tore through the dark clouds, shining a white arc.

The Night King had a blank expression on his face and strode forward coldly.

The body was still pale, with no signs of injury.

But the old silver-gray armor was burned black by the dragon flame.

There were dull footsteps behind me.

The Night King had sharp hearing and glanced back.

A pale White Walker stopped and knelt on one knee.

His wrinkled face was very solemn, revealing a look of determination.

It seems that he wants to apply for war and continue attacking the Great Wall.

"Ha~~"

The Night King opened his mouth slightly and spat out a mouthful of cold white frost.

His icy blue eyes sparkled with wisdom, and he raised his hand and shook a sharp finger gently.

Elegant and noble, like a king in the night.

The pale White Walker frowned and got up from the ground.

The Night King turned his head and pointed a sharp finger at the distant eastern coast.

Where is it? It’s Donghaiwang.

There are too many dragons in Castle Black, and there is also a person who is a threat to safety.

Donghaiwang is sparsely populated and is a blind spot for breakthrough.

The army of zombies marched non-stop at night.

The Night King led the White Walkers among them and glanced to the north inadvertently.

The night sky was dark, without a single star to illuminate it.

The Night King stared for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons.

……

Two days later.

The Haunted Forest, further north across the Fist of the First Men.

The forest stretches for thousands of miles, distributed vertically from south to north.

In the area adjacent to the Ru River, heavy snow fell.

"Hiss... Ga..."

A scarlet monster as long as a snake leaped into the forest, gliding with its large fleshy wings flapping.

The slender dragon tail swayed slightly, sweeping off the ice flowers on the pale treetops.

"Land, Korachou!"

Accompanied by a sharp dragon roar like sonic waves, a magnetic voice gave orders.

Daemon was dressed in black steel armor and a dragon-winged helmet with red mane.

There was no expression on his stern face, and his eyes were fixed on the row of mountains below.

The high mountains converge into a valley, into which only a stream, a branch of the Ru River, flows.

Damon stared closely and vaguely saw a rare hint of red.

The color of the weirwood.

"Hurry up, that's it."

The Child of the Forest poked his head out from behind, his beautiful female face filled with excitement.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakhuu let out a melodious scream, and his body dropped straight down like scarlet lightning, with his hind legs folded up and his flanks landing first.

boom--

The huge body landed with a loud bang, raising a thick layer of snow in the valley.

Daemon turned over and slid off the dragon's back, pulled out the Dark Sister and walked straight forward.

Right before his eyes, deep in the valley.

A weirwood tree emitting a hazy halo stands tall, its broad crown like a red umbrella covering a large area of ​​black frozen soil.

After flying for three days and two nights, we finally found it.

"Wait for me."

The Child of the Forest hurried after him, bending over and sniffing everywhere.

But the more he sniffed, the weirder his expression became.

rustling...

There was total silence in the valley; the snow was slightly arched, making an almost imperceptible sound.

Damon's ears twitched slightly and he looked around vigilantly.

Suddenly, the son of the forest shouted in horror: "Watch your step!"

The next second, the snow suddenly collapsed and a rotten hand broke out of the ground.

He held on tightly to the black boots with red stripes and swung hard to climb up.

Damon raised his eyebrows, and a tiny sound came into his ears.

Puff puff!
The snow on the ground was arched up, and densely packed corpses emerged from it.

Skeletons in armor, frozen and rotting corpses, broken bones with broken hands and feet...

There were countless of them, all roaring and rushing towards him.

"What the hell, are you chasing me here?"

Damon's face turned cold, and he swung the Dark Sister to cut off the rotten hand that was holding him back at the wrist.

In a moment, hundreds of zombies rushed to him.

Damon remained calm in the face of danger, and the dark sisters danced impenetrably.

In terms of martial arts alone, there is no rival among the seven countries.

Not to mention this group of unintelligent zombies.

Tread...  

A rotting warhorse walked out of the darkness and stood on the cliff high in the valley.

The pale White Walker tightened the reins, his icy blue eyes staring at the figure.

After a while, his eyes turned to the Child of the Forest hiding in the corner.

He pulled out an ice crystal spear from his back and pointed it silently at the target.

"Hiss~~"

More and more zombies emerged from the frozen ground and rushed towards the Children of the Forest like sharks smelling blood.

There are so many of them, no less than hundreds.

The Son of the Forest was horrified, took out a glass bottle and threw it out: "Get lost."

boom!
The glass bottles exploded into wildfire, burning the ghouls green.

However, more ghouls broke through the wildfire and pounced on the outnumbered Children of the Forest.

"Ok?"

The noise startled Damon who was fighting, and he glanced sideways.

"Hiss... Ga..."

A sharp dragon roar suddenly echoed in the valley, and scarlet dragon flames spewed out lines of fire.

Korakxiu's pupils were sharp and his body was like a snake, crawling slowly, breathing fire and flapping his wings.

"Burn it all, leaving nothing behind."

Damon gave the order in a cold voice, approaching the dragon.

With a glance out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a cold light over the valley.

That was the ice crystal spear held by the White Walker, reflecting the light under the sun.

(End of this chapter)