Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Two hundred and sixty-eight, Aylin and the Children of the Forest

"The night is long and dangerous everywhere. The day is bright and prosperous." The child of the forest, wrapped in red vines, waded on the water, his voice was very thin and high-pitched, like a baby's babble.

The collision between the baby's voice and the serious religious terms seemed quite funny, not to mention the child of the forest's tone was ridiculing.

"The witches of R'hllor said this when they saw us, even under the gaze of the nature gods." The child of the forest glanced at the sleeping Melisandre.

Attis was silent. He noticed the commonality of the intervention of these red gods, old gods, etc. in the mortal world.

During the long night, he remembered the image of the Great Wall that R'hllor had shown him in his dreams.

Countless ghosts, resurrected dead, and dying but agile ghosts.

This is a threat, Attis thought to himself, a threat to the world and a threat to the gods.

"Long night," Attis repeated the word.

The crows shrieked loudly and walked along the weirwood branches, as if they were frightened.

"The Scarlet Witch identified the threat of the Long Night," the Children of the Forest praised, "but she lost her way."

"How to get lost?"

"The search for the Lightbringer is in vain."

"She found it." Attis confirmed.

The raven's shrill voice crooned, and the owl in the distance seemed to turn its head, staring at him with its round eyes.

The child of the forest stepped back, "She is wrong."

Attis frowned, "If there is really a disaster that will wipe out Westeros, similar to Valyria's Mount Doomsday, then the only people who can protect mankind as a whole are the leaders of mankind." He opened his arms, and the blue robe behind him was solemn. "In the Seven Kingdoms, the Lannister lions are ownerless, Baratheon is in pieces, the Reach is in disarray, and the Starks in the north are trapped in civil war. As for the sea monster Greyjoy family, no matter how big the waves are, How does it affect the interior?”

"Only Aylin, only the Vale, and only the Canyon Knights can shoulder such an important responsibility!" Every word of Attis was ringing, echoing around the deep pool, surrounded by weirwood trees.

The giant moved his body, he lowered his body, and the pond and the earth shook.

The blue robe nervously drew out his sword and protected Attis.

"Don't move." Attis said. He could see clearly that the giant's eyes were pointed at him. The eyes were as clear as a child's. It had no malice. On the contrary, it could be seen from its expression that it was very happy.

The son of the forest took off the wreath on his head, "The giant likes you very much, Attis of Aelin." He changed the topic, "In the past, the ancestors faced the long night and had no power to fight back. The last hero went to the forest to find The Children of the Forest, humans and the Children of the Forest join forces again to create the Night Watch Legion, using the Great Wall, Dragon Steel, and Dragon Crystal to fight against the Long Night."

Attis noticed the difference in the situation. He breathed slightly. Even though he could see that the giant was friendly, the giant's huge pressure still made him tremble in his heart. "And now, the children of the forest are looking for humans, want to rebuild the alliance, and fight against Long night."

The child of the forest was silent.

Attis was very familiar with this kind of silence, the silence of those whose power was declining.

"You are also wrong," the Son of the Forest retorted frankly. The crescent moon shrouded the lake, and the weirwood trees surrounding the pond looked like bones. "Tens of thousands of troops are vulnerable to the long night."

"You said there is the Great Wall, dragon steel and dragon crystal," Attis was keenly aware, "What are those?" He did not directly refute the Children of the Forest, but pointing out these weapons against the White Walkers and the Long Night was enough to show the strength of the army. effect.

"Dragon steel. Repeated forging and tempering to remove impurities, magic beyond the unique skills of Qohor craftsmen, baptism of dragon flames"

"Valyrian steel." Attis was not surprised. This weapon is so precious that its usefulness has long been passed down from ancient times to the present.

"Dragon crystal." This time the son of the forest did not explain, but took out the dagger in his hand.

The shiny black dagger looks smooth and shiny.

"Obsidian, a substance deep in the earth's core, forged by the fire of the gods, has been used by us children of the forest to hunt for thousands of years. It is a ball of frozen fire, the nemesis of the White Walkers."

Attis did not see these records in any ancient books. He looked at the black dagger held in the hands of the Son of the Forest.

"If it can be mass-produced, and the kingdom's power can be gathered, and tens of thousands of troops can be stationed on the Great Wall, there may not be no chance of victory." Attis said.

The Son of the Forest shook his head, "That's not what the Green Seer said."

Green Seer? Attis frowned.

"If you want to go north, you must go south, Attis Arryn, the natural leader of the Andals, the name of the leader. The power of leadership, with your steel and eagle, your mission is in the south."

"If you want to go north, you must go south," Attis murmured to himself. "It sounds like nonsense. The threat of the White Walkers is in the north. The long night comes from the cold winter north of the Great Wall. To resist this threat, you must go north. What can be done in the South?”

"I don't know." The son of the forest was in a rare embarrassment. Compared to Melisandre, who carried out the Red God's will, such a son of the forest seemed much weaker.

"Steel and Eagle, what are these?" Attis asked.

"The legend of the valley?" Harold blurted out from behind.

Attis looked at him. Of course he knew the legend of the valley. The founder of the Arryn family, the original Attis Arryn, was sung by singers as the "Winged Knight" and was friends with giants and mermaids.

He looked at the giant, who still looked affectionate.

The son of the forest nodded slightly.

"If the legends are true, then it is also true that the Winged Knight rides a huge falcon and commands an army of eagles?" Atis asked, his heart filled with excitement.

But to his disappointment, the Children of the Forest shook his head.

But the Children of the Forest seemed to mean something else, "Steel and eagles, horns and dragons, things that conquerors cannot do without." The Children of the Forest seemed to be playing a riddle, speaking in a cloud of confusion.

"Steel and eagles win the valley, horns and dragons win the sky," the Children of the Forest held up a red wreath, "Conqueror of the Andals, Conqueror of the Valyrians."

"If Arryn wants to find the answer, he must follow his ancestor, the heroic Atys Arryn, the protector of the Children of the Forest. To regain the eagles and falcons, he must return to the valley."

Atys frowned, he didn't understand at all.

But the gentle rhythm gradually spread among the weirwoods, and the Children of the Forest sat on their branches and chanted songs.

He didn't understand the meaning of the song, but he also knew that this language could not be replicated by human throats.

It was the original language, Atis concluded.

"Plant the fish beams back to the valley, fill the canyon, enjoy the nourishment of the river island, let the children of the forest return to the valley, return the natural faith of the aliens to the eagle's nest in the valley, connect and rebuild, and the giant eagle will be formed."

Atis hesitated in place, he remembered that his ancestors did have a legendary connection with this group of children of the forest, and the first Atis Arryn had married a child of the forest.

He looked at the children of the forest around him, and seemed to hear something from the singing of the original language. It was the friendship between Arryn and the children of the forest, a melody that was very different from the time when the Andals hunted down the children of the forest and cut down the fish beams.

Arryn, the purest Andal, seemed to be an alien to the Andals in the ancient times when he treated the children of the forest.