Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Two hundred and sixty-six, scenes from the old days

Magiro followed the Duke into a side room of the Hundred Furnace Hall. The walls were very old. You could even see the murals from the "Black Heart" Heron period that had been preserved to this day. The intersecting silver chains were broken, and the base was of the fourth grade. Most of the pattern has peeled off, and only the black paint of the longship has not completely disappeared. Magro remembered that the longship represented the Iron Islands.

He looked around a few more times. Although this place was old, it must have been renovated by craftsmen under Duke Attis. The ritual vessels, flowers and decorations on display were all new, and they must be valuable.

The Duke dismissed his personal guards and looked at the only small window in the side room, which could peek outside through the dense grid.

"If you give Evan Arryn some time, maybe Harrenhal can have tunnels and secret chambers that extend in all directions like King's Landing." Attis said.

Judging from the Duke's tone, it seemed that he was teasing.

"Where is the lady in red robe?" asked the Duke.

Magiro didn't want to delay the matter, so he replied: "Before we even landed on Thousand Faces Island, we fell into a mist. A strange mist. There were faces everywhere, faces on the weirwood trees. Melisandre and I I want to pray to the Lord to raise a flame, but..."

There were a few drops of sweat on his asphalt-colored forehead, and he seemed to have a chill in the back of his head as he recalled the scene.

"But crows came out of nowhere, a group of black crows, and they extinguished my lord's flames with their wings," Magiro said. "Melisandre seemed to be holding on to resist this force, but It was impossible for the two of us to survive alone. She felt like there was a force in her body. I don't know how to explain it. I can only say that before meeting the mist and the crow, Melisandre's connection with my lord was strong. The temperature on my body is almost a reflection of my Lord’s will, but..."

"This connection has been taken away." Before Ma Qiluo finished speaking, his mouth suddenly opened slightly, and the black pupils occupying most of the eye sockets were suddenly replaced by the whites of the eyes that turned up.

Attis was stunned for a moment. He stepped forward, stretched out his hand and touched the red-robed monk, "Maqiluo"

The moment his fingers touched Magiro, the sound of crow's wings flapping echoed in his ears. Attis turned his head slightly and looked over. He saw a crow standing on the candlestick in the room. The fire on the candle was quietly extinguished, leaving nothing behind. A cloud of smoke lingered.

Its scarlet eyes looked at Attis's, but what was different from ordinary ravens was that this crow had a narrow eyeball rolling on its forehead, as if it was scanning Attis. and surrounding environment.

The smoke was lingering, white arms stretched out in all directions, and continuous branches were wrapped around the outstretched arms. Attis saw a tree. A human face with blood and tears was carved into the tree like a knife. It was a weirwood. .

Attis stroked the sword. He was used to this trick. The Red God, the crows and even the weirwoods in front of him seemed more willing to play tricks on people's spirits.

The three-eyed raven soared into the sky and flew over the weirwood trees. Attis looked in the direction of its flight.

The deep groves and green pools are surrounded by several thick and curved ancient trees, with towering branches and canopies as far as the eye can see.

Dozens of short humanoid creatures appeared at one end of the pool, with vigilance in their eyes. Their hands were tightly holding spearheads and daggers that they could not tell what material they were made of. Their dark skin was covered by a skirt woven from leaves. Vivid eyes set in a beautiful face.

Wild beasts, crows, and various raptors loomed in the trees, some of which were even unclear as to what type they were, protecting the short humanoid like guardians.

Children of the forest? Such words flashed through Attis's mind.

When he focused his gaze closer, several humans were standing by the pool, and their swords made of bronze were very eye-catching.

The leader of the Children of the Forest stepped on the water and pointed at the pool. Only then did Attis realize that it was not a pool, but a huge map. He frowned and looked at the outline.

This is clearly a map of Westeros.

"Forests and weirwoods," the child of the forest said in a few words.

Attis frowned, it was not a common language, but he heard it so clearly.

Bronze weapons, he looked at humans again.

It is an ancient saying of our ancestors.

"Coasts, grasslands, mountains, swamps" the ancestors said.

Attis understood that this was an oath, an oath signed by the children of the forest and the ancestors after years of war, and the place was on Thousand Faces Island.

The alliance swore that the vastest forests in Westeros belonged to the children of the forest, and the coasts, grasslands, plains, and even swamp mountains belonged to the ancestors of the outsiders. They swore not to cut down weirwoods, and even later changed their past religions and traditions. Faith, together with the gods of nature worshiped by the children of the forest.

Suddenly, the three-eyed crow flapped its wings several times, and the smoke was dispersed, turning into countless falling snow in the sky.

Scenes appeared in Attis's eyes. The Great Wall, the White Walkers, the Children of the Forest and the ancestors shared the same enemy.

Deep in the forest, the weirwood weeps blood. Rows of humans kneel, their chests pierced by daggers and spearheads, and blood flows on the roots of the weirwood. The cry of the Children of the Forest shook the ground. The child was placed in a cage woven with garlands and hung on the branches of the weirwood trees. What flowed down drop by drop was the blood of the children, the children of the Children of the Forest.

The scene turned to reveal broken reefs, deserts, plains, and castles sunk to the bottom of the sea. Each and every ancestor was squeezed by the swirling sea water, their flesh and blood were mutilated, and they sank to the bottom in despair.

In a daze, Attis pulled away from his thoughts. Magiro was panting, his face covered with sweat.

"Children of the Forest, Children of the Forest cough cough!" Magiro said, "The Children of the Forest have taken Melisandre away. They want to negotiate with you, my lord, they want to negotiate with you!"

The smoke cleared, and Attis's attention was focused on where the Three-Eyed Raven had been.

A black feather.

Magi Luo stepped forward, "The son of the forest left it to me, saying it was a gift for you. Why is it here?"

Attis swallowed dryly. He was confident that he could not lose to anyone in Westeros in battlefield games and palace contests, but these scenes, the so-called children of the forest, the old god Red God, and the strange spirits outside the Great Wall And the White Walkers, I have absolutely no means to deal with them.

Dragon. He thought of the azure dragon egg that had been placed in the furnace hanging on the ceiling wall of the Hundred Furnaces Hall.

The magic that Crow had just presented to him was probably the "Hammer of Sea Water", the black magic used by the legendary Sons of the Forest to break Dorne's arm thousands of years ago. He had read relevant records, and some said that a thousand humans were sacrificed. The captives were given to weirwood trees, and it is also said that the blood of children of the Children of the Forest was used as sacrifices.

Now it seems that it is both.

Suddenly realizing something, Attis only felt scared, and the touching chill made him tremble.

High tide on the Trident River.

He looked at Magiro, "I will land on the island, like the ancestors did."

This is an adventure, someone in Attis murmured in his heart.

You are so powerful that you are only one step away from the Iron Throne, so there is no need to take risks.

The White Walkers may be just lies, and the scene that just appeared may be just a trick of a liar.

Attis shook his head, "That's it." He spoke firmly.

The sequence just pictured, Oath of Alliance, Fighting the Night, and the destruction of the Walls of Dorne.

The former is the purpose, the latter is the strength and the bargaining chip in negotiations.

Logic returned to human diplomacy, and Attis calmed down. This did not violate his own knowledge and common sense, and it was still a game on the card table.

I hope so, he sighed inwardly.