Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

When Samwell returned to the ground, the wind and snow had stopped.

It was just after noon, but the sky was dark, and it seemed that night would fall the next moment.

Since the collapse of the Great Wall of Desperation, the time of day has shortened at an accelerated rate. Perhaps it won't be long before the endless night will cover this continent.

Samwell was walking in the snow, but his mind was always thinking about the sleeping giant he saw in the depths of the ground just now.

According to legend, in the distant era of heroes, there was a "city builder" Brandon in the Stark family.

This person once drove the giants to build several miraculous buildings on the continent of Westeros, including the Great Wall, Storm's End, Towering Tower, and of course Winterfell.

So, could the underground giant be related to this person?

Why does the Horn of Winter change again?

There are also legends that Joman, the king beyond the wall, once sounded the horn of winter, awakened the giants in the ground, and ended the night king's rule.

Could it be that this horn of winter can really wake up the giant I saw just now?

Samwell stroked the horn that was still slightly hot, but did not try to blow it.

The legend is not credible.

He also didn't know whether the underground giants were friends or foes.

It's even less clear what it will cost to sound the horn.

The most urgent task is to let the people from the north move south and establish a new line of defense in Neck, so there is no need to make extra troubles.

Thinking of this, Samwell returned to the main castle, only to see Mrs. Caitlin anxiously spinning around at the entrance of the hall.

"What's wrong?" He stepped forward and asked.

"Sorry, Your Majesty, Arya is missing." Madam Caitlin said, "This child always likes to run around!"

Samwell had no choice but to comfort him.

At this time Sansa took a few steps closer and whispered:

"My lord, Arya must be hiding."

"Oh?" Samwell glanced at the girl beside him, "Your sister doesn't want to leave with me?"

Sansa shook her head and whispered:

"Actually... I don't want to leave either... I just don't have Arya's courage."

"Leaving also requires courage." Samwell said, "The south is not an absolutely safe paradise, and this evacuation is not an escape. There will be more difficult battles waiting for us in the future."

Sansa remained silent for a while before saying:

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, to trouble you."

Samwell smiled, and saw Mrs. Caitlin walking over holding the hand of her youngest son Rickon, saying:

"Your Majesty, Arya probably won't be found for a while. The situation is urgent, and I don't want to waste your time. So, please take Sansa and Rickon with you first."

"Okay." Samwell was unwilling to procrastinate, "Be careful yourself, always pay attention to the north, if you see traces of the ghoul army, evacuate in time, and don't resist."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

So, after a brief farewell, Samwell took Sansa and Rickon on the white dragon and headed south.

The sky was dark and gloomy, and the wind howled.

Sansa hugged her younger brother and shrank behind Samwell, using his broad body to block the oncoming wind.

Looking back, Winterfell was getting smaller and smaller until she could cover it with one finger.

Her cheeks were cold, and Sansa realized that she was crying again.

"We will be back." The man's voice sounded, with a soothing warmth.

"Yes." She nodded heavily, "I believe Your Majesty will lead us to drive away the aliens and regain the land."

The white dragon was very fast, heading south along the king's road, and soon passed the barren tomb of the ancestors.

Sansa fell into a drowsy sleep, and when she woke up, she saw that the sky had already brightened, and the three broad rivers below converged together, stretching eastward like silver silk.

That's the Trident River.

Sansa realized that she had left the North behind.

But at this time the south is also cold, looking down, there is nothing but a vast expanse of whiteness.

Rickon also woke up at this time, Sansa took out dry food, fed it to her brother, and asked the king in front of her loudly:

"Your Majesty, would you like something to eat?"

Samwell turned his head and waved his hand, signaling that he didn't need it.

After eating the cold and hard bread, Sansa saw a huge and charred castle in front of her.

Five towering towers stand by the lake, like five black fingers pointing to the sky.

"Is that Harrenhal? Your Majesty."

"Yes."

White dragons fly over the devastated castle.

Sansa noticed that the shadowy castle was much larger than Winterfell, and that the shortest of its five towers was twice as tall as the tallest building at Winterfell.

It's a pity that this former number one castle in the Seven Kingdoms has been destroyed by Dragon Flame, and now only the scorched ruins remain.

Back then, Aegon the Conqueror used the ruins of Harrenhal to prove to the princes of the Seven Kingdoms that hiding in the castle could not escape the threat of dragon flame.

After passing Harrenhal and continuing south, you will find God's Eye Lake.

During the Dance of the Blood Dragons, the two most famous dragons of the Targaryen family, Vagarhar and Clark Hugh, fought here, and they both fell.

It is said that after that battle, the water of God's Eye Lake was dyed red by the blood of the giant dragon.

However, the God's Eye Lake that Sansa saw at this time was blue, pure and flawless, just like the eyes of the earth.

She also noticed that the white dragon actually started to dive down.

In the center of Shenyan Lake is a small island called Qianmianyu.

Legend has it that the children of the forest and the ancestors signed an oath here, ending their struggle with each other.

It also announced the end of the Dawn Era and the beginning of the Hero Era.

Boom!

The white dragon landed heavily, and the whole island trembled slightly.

"Your Majesty, are you going to rest here?"

"You guys wait here for a while."

Samwell jumped off the dragon's back and strode towards the center of the island.

Hundreds of weirwood trees are planted on Qianmian Islet, and a face is carved on each tree, and the bright red sap flows out of their eyes like blood, as if they are crying silently.

Samwell walked through the woods, gnarled trunks spreading around him like twisted monstrosities.

"Come out, I see you guys." He said.

The sound broke the silence in the forest and made the snow on the treetops rustle and fall.

Pairs of vigilant and timid eyes loom among the dense branches.

"I have no malice." Samwell said again, "I am also the king of the First Men, and I respect the oath signed by the First Men and the Children of the Forest."

Hearing this, a figure finally jumped out from the shadow of the woods.

"Are you Caesar?" The girl's voice was sweet and high-pitched, with a hint of strange rhythm and a ray of sadness that hit the bottom of my heart.

She was only about one meter tall, and her whole body was covered under a cloak of leaves, and her bare arms were covered with doe-like spots.

The eyes are huge and clear, blending gold and green, narrow and long like cat's eyes.

These are not human eyes.

"Yes, I am the king of the ancestors, the Andals and the Rhoynar, the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, Samwell Caesar." Samwell showed a harmless smile, "Are you the children of the forest?"

The girl nodded, the messy brown-red hair on her head, and the twigs and withered flowers dangling together.

"Yes, the First Men called us that," said the girl. "The giants called us 'Squirrelmen'. But we prefer to call ourselves 'Men of the Earth'. Long before you humans set foot in Westeros, we were He has sung the praises of this land for thousands of years in his own language."

"It's amazing." Samwell said, "Do you have a name?"

"There will be when needed." The girl said, "You can call me Ye Zi."

"Leaves." Samwell asked, "Why are you here?"

"The monsters in the dark wake up in the north, and we have to go south." Ye Zi said sadly, "You said you respect the oath signed by the ancestors with us?"

"Yes."

Ye Zi glanced at the man suspiciously, and asked:

"Do you know the content of the oath?"

Samwell nodded and said:

"Yes. The Oath says that the First Men shall have the coast, the plains, the meadows, the mountains and the hills, but the forests shall be your children of the forest forever. And the First Men shall not see a weirwood."

Leaf sighed and said:

"But you still cut down almost all the weirwoods in the south, and only the Qianmian Islet of God's Eye Lake still remains."

"The Andals did something wrong." Samwell said, "As a compensation, I can return the Isle of Thousand Faces to you. From now on, the children of the forest can legally own this land. No one will bother you anymore .”

"Thank you." Ye Zi showed a sweet smile, she bounced a few steps closer, and said, "The Green Prophet said that you are a wise king, it seems that's true."

Samwell frowned slightly, and said:

"Have you seen the Green Prophet?"

Leaf nodded.

Samwell continued to ask:

"So, he was the one who asked you to go south for refuge?"

Leaf nodded again.

A cold light flashed in Samwell's eyes:

"So, he already knew that the Great Wall of Desperation would collapse?"

Ye Zi subconsciously wanted to nod again, but stopped embarrassingly when she saw that the other party's expression was wrong:

"Uh, I understand your anger. But, even if we told you in advance, the Wall will still collapse, just in a different way. You can't stop it.

Just like the Trident River always flows eastward into the Narrow Sea, although it twists and turns along the way, the direction cannot be changed. "

Samwell nodded expressionlessly, and continued to ask:

"So the Green Prophet told you, where does the story end? Did humans defeat the Long Night? Or did the White Walkers rule Westeros?"

Ye Zi nodded, shook her head again, and said:

"The future is always elusive, like an unformed river, with thousands of possible changes in the middle. And..."

Having said that, she glanced at the man with a strange look:

"And, according to the previous Green Prophet, there will be some terrible changes in the future that even he can't predict, just because of a certain person..."

Samwell could naturally guess from the other person's expression that the Green Prophet was talking about himself.

So he changed the subject:

"Do you know the origin of the White Walkers? I'm talking about the real origin, not the legend."

Ye Zi said:

"I asked the Greenseer the same question, and he said the White Walkers are a hoax."

"Scam?" Samwell thought thoughtfully, "What do you mean?"

"He didn't explain further." Ye Zi said, "It seems that he is afraid of something."

Samwell was silent.

Ye Zi said again:

"The previous Green Prophet is dead. But the new Green Prophet is in King's Landing City, you should know him. Maybe you can get the answer from him."

Samwell knew that the other party was talking about Bran Stark, so he shook his head slightly and said:

"To be honest, Ye Zi, I don't trust these prophets."

Ye Zi blinked her big innocent eyes, tilted her head, and said in doubt:

"Where did you tell me so much? I have served the Green Prophet for a long time, until the new Green Prophet went to your human castle, I couldn't follow."

"You're different from him." Samwell smiled, and then stopped entangled in this issue, "By the way, Ye Zi, have you seen this armor?"

As he spoke, he unbuttoned the cloak, revealing the bronze armor he was wearing inside.

Armor from the Royce family——

【Time】

Time is like running water, washing away everything.

But Samwell still clearly remembered the scene when the bronze earl Yorn gave him the armor in the temple of Tianji City.

And then on Blood Reef Island, the biting chill spread out from the bronze armor, competing with the power of the Red God hidden in the great sword [Dawn].

This allowed Samwell to find a chance and avoid the bad luck of becoming a puppet of the gods.

So Samwell has been wearing this armor close to his body, even though he is almost invincible in the world now, and he doesn't need armor to defend himself at all.

"I've seen it." Ye Zi nodded immediately after taking a look, "It's the armor that the gods gave to the Night Watchman Legion. There are seven sets in total. But most of them are lost."

"Gods?" Samwell asked, "Which god?"

"It's the ancient gods." Ye Zi said, "Oh, you humans call them the old gods now."

Samwell seemed to understand something, a doubt that had been troubling him for a long time was finally answered at this moment.

He once thought that this pair of bronze armor was a gift from the cold god, but many things that happened later were contrary to this.

So, he had another guess.

Now it seems that if the child of the forest in front of him is not lying, then this guess seems to be the truth.

Based on this inference, as the spokesperson of the old god, the Green Prophet, also known as the Three-Eyed Raven, should have no malice towards him.

Thinking of this, Samwell felt that after returning to King's Landing, he really should have a frank talk with Bran Stark.

Might be able to get more answers.

"Yezi, would you like to go to King's Landing with me?"

Ye Zi froze for a moment, a trace of hesitation and confusion flashed in his golden-green eyes.

But in the end, she shook her head:

"I don't want it anymore. You humans like to kill and hate too much, but we only want the forest."

"Okay, goodbye then, Ye Zi." Samwell was not reluctant.

"Goodbye, Caesar."

After the king left, little heads popped out of the woods. They jumped out of the shadows and came to Ye Zi, communicating with each other in an ancient language they couldn't understand.

Chirping, chirping.

In the woods of Qianmianyu, it suddenly became lively.