Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Two hundred and sixty-nine, repeat the oath

The excitement that was about to start was clearly felt by Attis. Apart from the private whispers of the blue robes and the rustling of the grass and trees, silence enveloped everyone like the blooming weirwood trees and the crescent moon in the sky. Together.

The Sons of the Forest, the narrow cat eyes further away flickered, and their leader stared directly at him, with a burning heat in his eyes. The giant stood solemnly like a hill with the canopy of the tree on his head, looking at himself quietly.

They are waiting for their response.

"Return to the valley?" Attis spat out these words, feeling uneasy in his heart. "According to your opinion, the Andal family, which has believed in the seven gods since ancient times, should convert to the old gods of the ancestors?"

The Son of the Forest blurted out, as if he couldn't wait to hear his own response, "The Son of the Forest returns to the natural forest of the Mingyue Mountains, a place of blessing given to our race by the natural gods. The contract between Aylin and the Son of the Forest can take effect, and the aliens "My talent will return to the eagle's nest." It leaned closer to itself, its words full of pious awe, "As long as humans and the children of the forest and many natural creatures renew their oath."

Attis looked at the short and stooped child of the forest, and the human instinct of closeness to nature seemed to be projected on it.

He looked back at the blue robe behind him, "The belief in the Seven Gods is the glorious tradition of the Andals. It is impossible for me to abandon my people and turn to believe in the old gods."

Visible droop appeared on the shoulders of the Son of the Forest.

"However, for you and me," Attis said, "what is more important is the establishment of friendship, the exchange of trust, which symbolizes the alliance between humans and the children of the forest. The long night is the most important thing. In front of it, The Old Gods, the Seven Gods, etc. can all be allies."

The son of the forest looked up at himself, as if thinking.

"In the winter valleys, the mountains are often blocked by snow. It is not easy for you to walk through the long and steep valley roads." Attis smiled. He folded his hands in front of his belly and put on a relaxed expression. Posture, "As the guardian of the valley, I don't see how this oath will do any harm to Aylin or the kingdom."

The many narrow cat eyes in the darkness suddenly widened, and Attis even heard cheers from them.

He stretched out his hand, "But," the cheers stopped suddenly, and Attis looked around, "You must swear allegiance to Aelin from generation to generation."

The eyes of the children of the forest in front of them also widened, "Never. No human being has ever proposed such a treaty. We, the children of the forest, are the darlings of the old gods and belong only to the vast forests and boundless natural creatures."

"Although humans of the blood of the First Men adhere to the faith of the old gods, they are also loyal to the Iron Throne, the nobles of the North, Blackwood of the Riverlands, and even Royce of the Vale. Even the Children of the Forest, the old God’s beloved,” he deliberately emphasized, “can also imitate this.”

The child of the forest obviously had no experience in dealing with humans. His tongue seemed to be knotted, "But, but, but." The short figure swayed back and forth, pacing on the surface of the pool, revealing all his thoughts and whispering. , "He is an Andal, he is Aelin, Attis Aelin, a human being, not an ancestor. The Green Seer asked me to come to him. Why? Be loyal to Aelin? Impossible, impossible, there is no precedent."

"But," Attis saw this and his tone became much gentler. As expected, the Son of the Forest stopped and stared at him, "The Son of the Forest is the darling of the old gods after all, a natural creature. It can't be like this. In a few words, surrender to humanity.”

"Yes!" it exclaimed.

Artis looked at it for a few more times, and the smell of the church monks before disappeared completely. Now it looked like a little nobleman who was not familiar with card skills and got on the card table to play cyvasse.

"So, all decisions about the valley must involve the participation of the children of the forest!" Attis raised his voice, appearing upright.

"Yes!" The son of the forest blurted out and rolled his eyes.

"Therefore," Attis said, "just like the maesters of the Citadel, the Children of the Forest cannot be isolated from the world like they are here and on the Isle of Thousand Faces. They need to send the best of the race to the Eagle's Nest City and the Gates of the Moon to bring The wisdom and ability of the Children of the Forest can be shown to some ignorant humans and participate in the decision-making of the Eagle's Nest City, which is beneficial to both parties. "

The raven was lowing, and there was no ripple in the water of the pool, not even a ripple. The children of the forest deep in the forest did not discuss in whispers as they imagined. They all looked at a row of crows standing on the branches, crows with three scarlet eyes.

It seems that the person in front of him cannot make decisions on behalf of the Son of the Forest, Attis thought to himself.

Green Seer, Attis thought of the Children of the Forest mentioning.

The son of the forest bowed respectfully to himself, pulled the red vines around his body, retreated to the edge of the pool, and disappeared behind the huge weirwood.

The crow screamed and flew into the sky.

Attis was not in a hurry. He looked up at the sky. The clouds and mist gradually approached the crescent moon, and time also passed.

The giant picked the fruit from the canopy above his head and handed it to Attis.

"Grove~" said the giant.

Attis looked at the fruit in his hand. He couldn't tell what kind of fruit it was based on its shape. He smiled gently at the giant and took the fruit.

"Artis Arryn" The voice of the Son of the Forest regained its previous majesty, as if it had been personally instructed. "The pioneer of the Andals, the conqueror of the valley and the guardian of mankind, we can agree to the conditions you said, but the loyalty of the whole family is not in line with the tradition of the Sons of the Forest and the gods of nature. Kneeling is not the choice of the Sons of the Forest."

Artis frowned.

"But," the Son of the Forest said, "the Sons of the Forest sent to the Eyrie and the Gates of the Moon do not have to bear the conditions of the race. It is our duty and sincerity to swear an oath to the master of the castle."

Artis understood that not kneeling to him was the bottom line, but the conditions that should be given to Arryn could not be reduced. No matter what the Son of the Forest consulted, it at least understood that it wanted to get something from the Son of the Forest, such as knowledge similar to that of a maester, and the magic and ancient knowledge of the Son of the Forest were also included.

Artis nodded, and he stretched out his hand. Compared with the palm of a human, it was large and broad.

The Son of the Forest tiptoed and stretched out his hand.

Holding hands, the oath made by the ancestors on behalf of mankind and the children of the forest a thousand years ago was replaced by the Andals at this moment, continuing the oath.

In the middle of the blue robes, a knight stared at his duke and the children of the forest next to him. Looking at the magnificent scene in front of him, he wished he could take out his brush and record this scene stroke by stroke to witness this history.