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

Chapter 683: Green Vision's Premonition

Daemon saw the White Walkers, and they were watching him.

The tall, pale figure leapt off the horse and pointed the icy spear provocatively.

Combined with the calm ice-blue eyes, it seems as if issuing an invitation to fight against humans.

The roar of the zombie army drowned out the sound of the wind and snow.

Damon treated them coldly, swung his sword to chop off the heads of two corpses, and gradually walked towards the open area.

Isn't it just a White Walker?

It's a good opportunity to try and see how much it weighs.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakshu stretched his neck and sprayed dragon flames like crazy to stop the army of zombies.

The Son of the Forest scurried along the mountain wall, fighting back with all its might.

Under the weirwoods.

Damon had a serious look on his face as he stood under the shade of a tree without a single red leaf.

Tread...  

The White Walkers strode forward, stepping on the black frozen soil with their bare feet, approaching their opponents step by step.

"It's uglier up close, you bastard."

Damon sneered, looking for an opportunity to kill the enemy with one blow.

The White Walker had a blank expression on his face, and swung his icy spear down fiercely.

According to the previous attack rhythm, the opponent's weapons will be smashed into pieces.

Bang!

Damon raised his sword to block, causing some ice chips to splash out, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Just as my good nephew said, the Valyrian steel sword can restrain the White Walkers.

The weapon was blocked and the White Walker frowned slightly, showing that he was not expecting it.

"Haha, I overestimate you."

Damon smiled evilly, moved forward, and hit the opponent's heart with his shoulder quickly and fiercely.

The White Walker wanted to retreat, but his ice spear was stuck on the sword's hilt and he couldn't get away for a while.

Seeing his opponent break through in front of him, he let go of his hand and wanted to punch.

boom!
His shoulder hit his chest and he staggered back two steps.

The White Walker was extremely strong. He took a backward step and planted his feet on the ground to stop his retreat.

Damon stared intently, turned his wrist, pointed the sword downward, clenched his hands and stabbed it hard in the lower abdomen.

The White Walker was quick to move and crossed his arms to hold Daemon's arm.

The blade stopped midway, less than an inch away from the pale skin.

"You're done."

Daemon suddenly looked up, loosened his grip on the sword, and passed his right hand through the White Walker's arm to grasp the hilt of the sword again.

The White Walker was stunned for a moment and had no time to react.

There was a clanging sound of the sword, and a flash of cold light disappeared.

Daemon raised a cunning smile, and the Dark Sister pierced through the belly of the White Walker like piercing a piece of white paper.

The White Walkers opened their arms wide, wanting to make a final counterattack.

Daemon took a step back, and with the agility of a cheetah, he raised his sword and pierced the heart of the White Walker again.

"You idiots with nothing but strength. When I was 16, I could beat ten of them with my bare hands."

Damon looked at him with disdain and turned the hilt of the sword slowly.

Snapped!
The White Walkers were like bubbles that had been popped, bursting into powder in an instant.

"That's all."

Daemon grinned and shook the lithe Dark Sister.

She is bloodthirsty and never loses face.

The mouth of the valley.

boom! boom!
The Son of the Forest was being chased by the army of zombies and was running around when suddenly an explosion was heard behind him.

"Bilbo, don't be afraid!"

A dozen petite, brown-skinned children of the forest suddenly appeared, took out pumpkin bombs and threw them into the battlefield.

The army of zombies had their arms and legs blown all over the place, with only one remaining skull still cracking its jaw in mid-air.

"You are finally here."

Bilbo was overjoyed and happy to see his people whom he had not seen for a long time.

With more children of the forest joining in, the army of zombies became vulnerable.

After a heavy bombing, the valley was left with only broken limbs and debris.

Bilbo ran over to join them, but a skeletal hand suddenly grabbed his ankle.

"Aba Aba!"

The snow suddenly broke apart, and one half-broken skeleton stood up and sat up, while another picked up the skull that had fallen to the ground.

Insert the skull into the neck, and the skeleton with the head and body integrated together looks extremely ferocious.

He opened his mouth and bit my ankle, being extremely arrogant and domineering.

Bilbo's eyes widened and he kicked hard.

Snap!

Before it could even land, the skeleton shattered to the ground, along with the struggling corpse nearby.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakshu climbed up the steep cliff, holding half of the corpse in his sharp dragon mouth, with his long neck bent and drooping.

A pair of fierce vertical pupils looked at the little bugs that suddenly appeared.

Bilbo looked closely and smiled excitedly.

Damon was seen carrying the Dark Sister and walking up the cliff slowly, his figure overlapping with the bloodthirsty giant worm.

A beam of sunlight shone down, illuminating the slightly wrinkled corners of the eyes.

As time goes by, we remain strong.

"Weird creatures, did you come out of this cave?"

Daemon looked down, the tip of his sword pointing toward a narrow cave in the cliff.

quite a while.

The dark cave is filled with warm currents.

Daemon followed the children of the forest, holding a torch in one hand.

A slightly older female Child of the Forest led the way and explained the situation: "The White Walkers appeared last night, causing us to hide."

At first, I didn't understand why the White Walkers were attracted. It turned out that they were specifically here to ambush those who were looking for the Heart Tree.

"Just tell me where the Heart Tree is, and how to become a Greenseer."

Damon was impatient and looked around to observe the environment.

Nobody wants to listen to a bunch of squirrel people chirping.

"The heart tree is just ahead."

The older son of the forest stopped walking, turned back and said seriously: "But whether you can gain its recognition depends on your ability."

After that, he drove away the other tribesmen and only took Daemon and Bilbo with him.

The three of them walked along the winding path, passing through the dark tunnel of the cave, and suddenly their vision opened up. It was an empty underground cave, with a hole above their heads admitting sunlight.

A fish beam tree took root here, its huge crown extending out of the cave, leaving only the pale trunk and complex root system touching the soil.

“This is the heart tree.”

The old child of the forest looked up and said in awe: "Touch the trunk and you will be guided."

It is a guide, not a 100% confirmation of inheritance.

"You all stand down."

Daemon glanced at the two children of the forest and warned them, "Korax is outside. It will eat anything."

Bilbo didn't dare to refute and stepped back obediently.

The older child of the forest looked at him inexplicably and whispered, "Be careful."

Daemon seemed arrogant, but he secretly paid attention to the details of the expression of the Children of the Forest and slowly walked towards the weirwood.

The trunk is so thick that it takes several people to hug it.

The thick and long roots penetrated the wind-dried rock layer, and the bumpy protrusions under the trunk seemed to suppress countless ghosts trying to climb out of purgatory.

Daemon stepped on a rock and came to the weirwood.

A face full of compassion was carved on the pale tree trunk, with bright red juice flowing from the corners of the eyes, as if crying for the impending disaster.

"What on earth are you capable of?"

Daemon's eyes sparkled as he reached out a hand and touched the bark.

It feels rough to the touch and the juice is thick.

Damon closed his eyes silently and instinctively observed the fire magic in his blood.

hum-

Suddenly, the world was spinning and a dizzy feeling attacked my brain.

"what's the situation?"

Damon opened his eyes subconsciously, and the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat.

The scene changed dramatically.

The weirwood, the three-eyed crow, the Night King leading the army of wights...

He saw many things.

There are things that are happening, things that are closely related to him, and things that might happen.

boom!
A pale dragon's body fell in the snow, the dragon died with its eyes open and hot blood flowing from its mouth.

Damon was startled and took a step forward to check.

The next second, the sky and the earth turned upside down.

The cold lake water drowned him, poured into his nose and mouth, and choked him and made him cough up bubbles.

A feeling of suffocation loomed over my heart.

But it comes quickly and goes quickly.

Before Damon realized what was happening, the lake water instantly froze into ice and turned into an endless snowfield.

puff!
A large hand wearing a dragon-shaped ring stretched out from the snow, struggling to climb up.

Damon banged his head through the snow, gasping for air.

When he looked around again, he was already surrounded by a sea of ​​blood and corpses, and everywhere was charred by the flames.

Bo~~
Just as Damon saw it more clearly, the picture suddenly shattered.

Outside, under the weirwood.

"what!!"

Damon suddenly opened his eyes and growled.

"What did you see?"

The older child of the forest was nearby, looking around expectantly.

"What? What what?"

Damon breathed rapidly and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hand.

The feeling just now was like I had died once.

"What do you see? This is about the future."

A voice sounded, attracting Damon's attention.

A fourth figure appeared in the cave.

A child of the forest wearing a stag-antlered helmet and tattered armor.

He was a man, short but strong, holding a spear with a stone spear tied to it.

Damon calmed his mind and secretly adjusted his breathing rhythm.

Under the concerned gaze of the two children of the forest, he said, "I didn't see it clearly. Let me take another look."

He gritted his teeth and put his hand back on the weirwood's compassionate face.

He was sure that he had not obtained the so-called Green Prophet inheritance.

I only saw some predictive images under some special perspectives.

In that case, why not read more?
hum!
The familiar feeling of dizziness came over Damon, and he felt light-headed.

The cave disappeared again, and turned into white snow.

After the first experience, the dizziness this time was greatly reduced.

Damon was not so passive and looked up and watched.

A tall ice-covered wall came into view, spanning the east and west sides of the snowfield.

He was very familiar with it; it was the Great Wall of Despair.

But the Great Wall at this moment is very different from when we set out.

There were corpses and broken bodies all over the ground, and a burning smell was floating in the air.

"Hiss-"

Suddenly, a dragon roared as loud as thunder, and a strong wind blew from the gloomy sky.

A huge, coal-black monster leaped over the Great Wall, its broad wings covering the sky and the earth as it soared rapidly toward the southeast.

"Glutton?"

Damon was stunned when he saw this, and the view suddenly zoomed in.

A silver-haired figure was lying on the broad black dragon's back.

Rhaegar's face was pale and his eyes were closed as if he was sleeping, but his bandaged arms kept shaking.

Damon was shocked. He didn't expect his good nephew to end up like this.

Could it be that the White Walkers invaded while he was away?
At this moment, Rhaegar suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him.

The uncle and nephew looked at each other, and an absurd atmosphere filled the air.

Damon was at a loss, unsure of his nephew's condition.

As soon as the thought came to mind, the answer came quickly.

The good nephew did see him in his dream.

Rhaegar stared at him in surprise, his mouth opening and closing as if he was giving him instructions.

The giant black dragon under him crossed the ghost forest and quickly left with its rider.

Damon was confused, trying to read the meaning from the lips.

Bo~~
The vision gradually blurred and the picture shattered again.

(End of this chapter)