Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Two hundred and sixty-seven, prophecy, green man

The tide came in and salt water soaked his legs.

The mute sailor took away his sacrificial robe, leaving him with iron chains and bloody scabs on his body, which were wrinkled and white. The soreness and pain always came when the tide came in. As long as he exerted a little force, he would be soaked by the sea water. The soft blood scab will crack and red liquid will flow out.

Is it Reese's dye? Aeron only felt that he was completely immersed in the sea, and his eyes were filled with mist.

As far as the eye can see, there are mute sailors, all kinds of monsters, jailers whose skin has been bitten by water lice until it rots, and old people holding lanterns.

To my ears, I could hear the sound of rusty iron chains ringing in the deep cave in the distance.

He wants to terrify me, using the cruel tricks of his childhood, Aeron thought.

The sound of rusty iron chains disappeared, and a woman, a young woman, walked in, wearing the clothes of a lady from the green land.

"Woman," he said, "I am a servant of the Drowned God, and I command you to untie me."

She put the rice on the stool next to him, scooped out a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

"Porridge and honey," she said, "I can't let you go."

"Where is this?" Aeron asked. He knew where this was, Oakshield Island. Euron showed it to him personally, his face full of pride.

"Oakshield, my lord father's castle."

"Who are you?" Aeron asked. This woman was the most gentle and beautiful being he had seen recently.

"Faria Folla, I will be Lord Euron's concubine."

Aeron moved his neck and said, "Woman, stupid woman, run away, he will torture you until you die."

"You are so stupid. I am his true love," Faria said with a smile. "He gave me many gifts, including silk, gold and silver, rare furs, and jewels so precious that they can only be obtained in the Eastern Continent. He called them 'rags and rocks.'" The woman smiled in her eyes.

"I feel like I'm going to be pregnant soon, and the water of life is surging in my belly, like the tide hitting the rocks on the seashore," she said with a smile. "My sisters look down on illegitimate daughters and ask me to serve them meals." , now, I have countless robes to wear, they can only serve all the people in the hall naked, he loves me, Euron loves me."

Aeron stopped arguing. He cried out, wailing for her.

"You, you have to write me a letter, to my brother, Victarion."

"No," Faria took back the bowl, stood up and backed away, "He left, taking all the ships with him."

"Where are you going?" Aeron's first reaction was that Victarion betrayed Euron, but this was really a fluke. Everyone would betray the lord, but Victarion would not.

"Bring the Dragon Queen from the Eastern Continent, and the three giant dragons. I am Euron's salt concubine, but my lover needs a rock wife. We will be as close as sisters."

Aeron couldn't hear her voice. The scraping of rusty chains came again, and he seemed to be submerged again.

Euron was coming, he sensed it clearly.

"Brother, it's best if you're not dead. I still have your blood, the sacred blood, which is useful." Euron said.

Aeron didn't want to talk to him, so he said, "I curse you."

"Save your strength to speak and pray to your gods, brother," Euron's lips were blue. He took out a stone bottle and a wine glass, "You are too thirsty, take a sip of the night shadow water."

"No!" Aeron felt as if he had returned to his childhood. Behind the rusty iron door chain, when he was being abused by Euron, he complained loudly in the most majestic tone of a priest, "You are inspiring the wrath of the gods!"

The water of Night Shadow, thick and sticky, was poured into Aeron's mouth.

The huge and towering throne is composed of sharp steel barbs and broken swords. The corpses of the gods are pierced on the highest blade tip. The maiden, the Heavenly Father, the Virgin, the warrior, the blacksmith, the old woman and the stranger are all close together. Together, hanging there, were the alien gods, the High Faun, the Black Goat, the three-headed Triad, the Lord of Light, the Pale Child, and the Butterfly God of Nath.

The Drowned God dragged his bloated body, half eaten by crabs, and the remaining parts were rotting, and seawater flowed down his hair.

As for Euron, he sat on the Iron Throne, unrecognizable. He looked like a squid, his face covered with wriggling tentacles. Next to him, a woman held a pale flame.

The mute sailor came in, waking Aeron from his slumber, dragging the chains with him.

"The dead never die." He heard the gods shouting from the depths of the ocean, "Stop Euron."

Once again, Aeron was tied to the bow of the Serenity.

Faria Fohua, naked, with a slightly bulging belly, red cheeks with tears, her mouth open without a tongue inside, was also tied up at the other end of the bow.

The oar officer's drumbeat sounded slowly, and the "Serenity" sailed into the sea.

"Where are we going! Euron! Where are we going!"

"Redwyne Strait, my dear brother." Euron seemed to be in a particularly good mood, and he actually gave Aeron a slight greeting.

The ship sailed into the calm lake, and Attis stood on the bow, with the God's Eye Lake reflected in his eyes.

Angai and Harold paddled, while Magiro, the red-robed monk, pointed the way.

Ten ships, blue robes, and the winged knights of Attis slowly unfolded around the first ship, an open fan.

The sky is still very dark, the rising sun is hiding in the east, its dirty blood quietly dyes the black sky red, and the clouds are like the gold it stole.

Qianmian Island is so green that it looks like a castle covered with dead trees and withered flowers.

"It went very smoothly, there are no more crows." Ma Qiluo said happily.

"Gah!" The crow stood on the branch and looked at the person coming.

"Quack, quack, quack!" The crow raised its wings and opened a direction in the sky just like it did at Harrenhal.

When Attis walked ashore, countless faces were pointed at him, as if they were mourning and kneeling together, their eyes closed tightly and weeping blood.

He looked behind him. Blue robes were coming ashore one after another, and he looked around cautiously.

"Thirty people," Attis said, "is the same number of warriors brought by the ancestors in the oath."

He looked into the depths of the forest, "Where are you? Children of the forest? Giants? Ancient spirits outside the Great Wall?"

The sound echoed in the deep forest. At first it could be identified as a human voice, but then it turned into a shrill scream, like the scream of an abused cat.

"We need steel and eagles."

This was not An Gai's voice, nor Harold's voice, nor the voices of many silent blue-robed men, nor could it be the voice of the red-robed monk beside him.

Sweet and high-pitched, a woman's voice carries an unfamiliar rhythm and a ray of sadness that strikes the soul.

Damn it, how could he have such a thought? Attis frowned and looked into the darkness.

"She" stepped out, shorter than the young girl, with a cloak of leaves covering her skin and spots like a doe's.

The eyes are huge and clear, with a blend of gold and green, like rising sun clouds falling into a shallow green pool, long and narrow like a cat's eyes.

The blue robes were all silent. This time it was not because of the requirements of the lord or discipline, but because of the profound shock that penetrated their hearts.

"We need Attis, and his steel." She approached Attis, his brown, red, and gold hair a mess, interspersed with vines and withered flowers.

"Bring me to you." He thought about the words, "Lord."

In front of this group of more ancient races, human language is somewhat childish.

The child of the forest nodded and waved his torch.

The road is covered with soft pine leaves, and no sound can be heard under your feet.

They were walking underground. Attis noticed that the slope was going down, and above the sky covered by the branches of the weirwood trees, there were more walls mixed with mud and pine needle stones.

He opened his eyes wide on the white branches, with pale whiskers floating on them.

"The roots of the weirwood trees," the Children of the Forest explained. "Go through here and we'll be there."

It's easy to say that, but the journey is very long, and wearing light armor on your body makes you more and more tired.

They walked out of the dark tunnel and entered the depths of the forest.

More children of the forest, their narrow eyes glowing, each stared at them.

Blue Robe wanted to pull out his sword, but was stopped. They walked silently, and Attis could feel Angei's nervous breathing behind him.

"Follow me, knights." Attis said to him.

Water had already seeped under their feet, and they trampled on the water, but disturbed the "people" on the side. They said they were people, but they were similar in shape, but in size.

The giant turned its head and faced them with its oval barrel-like face. Its head was covered with a canopy. If you weren't paying attention, you would have thought it was another weirwood tree.

"Bless the Seven Gods." Harold prayed.

The neat formation suddenly became chaotic. The men in blue robes looked nervous and looked at each other.

"Hurry up!" the son of the forest urged.

They followed him through the trees.

The giant beasts and strange flowers behind them were no longer able to shock them, because they had already witnessed the most horrifying stories circulating in the castle.

"We're here," she said softly.

The green pool is also the map of Westeros.

Standing on the rocks, a son of the forest who was also short but entangled with many red vines looked at them. Crows with three eyes were all standing on the thick branches.

"We need you, leader of the Andals."

Attis looked at him and walked to the edge of the pool. "I really want to know how the children of the forest and the ancestors with these weird spirits and so-called magic were deprived of their homes by the Andals."

The Son of the Forest shook his head, "We are getting weaker, and you are stronger when you come."

"I don't understand. You can raise the water of the Trident River in winter and crush the Wall of Dorne with the hammer of sea water, but you can't stop humans from destroying and occupying your home?"

The Son of the Forest shook its huge eyes, "Magic costs a lot and only works at critical moments. If it loses its effect, we can't stop humans. You know how to fight better than us."

It walked down the tree trunk and came to the edge of the pool. It waved its hand. Deep in the leaves, Melisandre was curled up by the roots of the tree.

Attis looked at the Son of the Forest, "Let's get started."