Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

Looking down from a high altitude above the clouds, a huge black cloud shrouds the sky, but strangely, there is a huge hole in the center of the black cloud. The surging black cloud surrounds the hole, and below the hole is a fish beam wood hill with a radius of about three leagues.

The black cloud surges like a tide, with lightning and thunder, gathering into a blizzard.

The fish beam wood hill is like an island in the dark ocean, surrounded by black sea water.

The dim moonlight of the new moon and the starlight can sprinkle into the fish beam wood hill through the hole in the sky. The snow-covered hill, the pale branches are twisted and crossed, and the red leaves jump up and down in the wind. Under the subtle starlight, they shine like glass, reflecting a kind of weird scarlet luster.

The fish beam wood forest, with pale trunks like bones and scarlet leaves like blood, is like a weird heart that is quietly beating on the ice field.

Viserys was spying on the scene below from a high point above the clouds. When the pale lightning flashed in the black clouds, he could see thousands of wights with dry black bodies and bright blue eyes gathered around the cracks around the hills with his powerful vision and perception. They were as quiet as death and motionless.

The Weirwood Hill was protected by magic, and the wights could not enter.

The strange scene caused by the black clouds was obviously a struggle between the God of Cold and the Three-Eyed Raven to kill the confrontation.

In a trance, an unusual crow's cry sounded in Viserys' ears.

It was impossible for a crow to fly here in such a high sky.

The sound came from the deep forest of the Weirwood Hill. Viserys looked in the direction of the sound and found the central area of ​​the Weirwood Hill.

This was an invitation.

Viserys shrank his body, flapped his wings, and flew to the Weirwood Forest to find a landing point.

When approaching the height of the Weirwood and entering a certain range, the biting cold outside the Great Wall was reduced a lot in an instant.

It was a spiritual feeling of being sensitive to magic, not a physical feeling. The cold wind in the sky of this fish beam forest was still howling, and the wind and snow blowing from outside would still fall in the hills and forests.

The trunks of many fish beam trees on the edge of the hills were bent and twisted by the heavy snow falling on them. Viserys found that many fish beam trees on the edge had been crushed by ice and snow, with broken trunks, pale trunks covered with frost, and all the red leaves on the trees withered.

The roots of all fish beam trees were buried under the frozen snow. Viserys found that the branches of the fish beam trees on the edge of the hills crossed each other, forming a structure similar to a birdcage. This structure can effectively resist wind and snow, but ice and snow can accumulate more on the branches. In the cold wind, the ice on the branches became thicker and thicker, and the snow accumulated more and more day by day, until the trees were finally crushed.

Viserys was getting closer, and could even hear the trees making uneasy rustling sounds under the shaking of the biting cold wind, and it seemed that he could hear the snapping sounds of some fish beams about to break.

Viserys finally found a slightly open area among the densely branched trees and landed on the ground covered with thick white snow.

Looking out from the forest, the forest was full of huge ancient thousands and tens of thousands of years old trees. The trunks were carved with long and melancholy human faces, and the deep eyes were full of dry red sap. The ancient trees were as tall as giants and seemed to block out the sun.

Viserys felt that he had entered a cage made of trees. The gnarled gray-white bark of the fish beams made them look like the skeletons of giants or monsters. The roots were buried under the frozen snow, and many treetops were hung with ice crystals, which flashed a weird luster against the background of the weird red leaves of the fish beams.

The thickness of the snow here is so thick that many people can't imagine. When Viserys stepped on the snow without footprints, his feet immediately sank deep, and he felt that his feet couldn't step on the ground.

Viserys had to keep his wings and simply put on a dark purple hood that he brought with him to cover his body to keep decent.

The landing point he chose was not far from the center of the hills, and soon, another crow's cry sounded not far away.

Viserys looked up and saw a huge three-eyed crow quietly looking at him in the gap between the interlaced rocks covered with thick snow not far ahead.

It was an illusion.

Viserys discovered in an instant that the three-eyed crow was not a physical entity, but an illusion composed of magic.

Viserys narrowed his eyes. The illusion had a strong hypnotic effect. He just looked at the illusion and could easily feel that his spirit was slightly touched, as if he was affected by the illusion, being pulled out and attracted into a certain spiritual vortex.

The storm magic in his body moved naturally, resisting the influence.

Viserys was secretly shocked. It seems that his decision to come here to find the Three-Eyed Raven after he has an equal status is right. The song of the Three-Eyed Raven is called "Earth", but its ability is related to time and space, memory, and spirit. Viserys suspects that if he does not have the same status and comes here ignorantly, he may fall into a mental trap at any time and be controlled by the other party unknowingly.

The ability to influence people's minds is too convenient. It only takes a hint, a memory, and a word engraved in the heart to influence a person's judgment and decision.

"Come," the crow clamored, "Come."

Since you are here, you should make the best of it. Viserys flapped his wings and floated slowly forward.

If someone were to observe here, they could see the scene here. It was hard to say whether the three-eyed crow that was talking was more bizarre, or the person wearing a thin noble silk purple robe in the cold winter, with a human body but wings on his back.

Beyond the interlaced rock gap where the three-eyed crow appeared, there was a rather steep and rugged uphill path ahead.

Seeing that path, it must be admitted that Viserys was a little shocked.

There were no traces of people walking on that path, but dozens or hundreds of crows were perched on the branches of each tree, squatting on the treetops, as quiet as sleeping.

It was the interlaced ancient trees where these crows were perched that guided Viserys on the way.

If this was a welcoming ceremony, then Viserys felt that the three-eyed crow was quite particular, and the ceremony was also quite unique.

In a sense, this expressed both welcome and power. After Viserys landed, he did not hear the sound of the crows' wings flapping, which meant that the Three-Eyed Raven had arranged so many crows to wait here in advance. He had foreseen - or had unconsciously arranged Viserys' landing point.

Viserys remained silent and followed the path pointed out by the crow.

The breeze blew the thin ice shell, bringing up a few ice crystals. Viserys flew up a steep slope and passed between two huge ancient trees.

At the end of the field of vision, a huge ancient tree suddenly appeared, so huge that anyone who saw it would be surprised. It was definitely the largest and oldest fish beam wood in the world.

The moment he saw it, Viserys thought he saw an ancient tower.

The tree occupied the highest part of the hill and occupied a large area. The exposed trunk alone was estimated to be as thick as forty people hugging together. The branches and leaves of the whole tree spread out and grew, looking like a majestic castle.

The human face carved on the trunk looked like a mountain god, and the bark was twisted and twisted, just like the old and wrinkled face of a mountain god.

But the "mountain god" opened its mouth wide, and there was a huge cave in the middle.

Snow piled up to the mountain god's mouth, and moraine submerged more than half of its jaw.

Viserys saw a strange white mist coming out of the mountain god's mouth, as if the mountain god was breathing. In the cold weather, the tree's mouth seemed to be emitting hot air from its mouth like a human.

This scene made Viserys stunned for a moment, but after carefully observing the cave, he soon found that it was not breathing, but someone was making a fire in the cave.

There was a faint light flashing in the cracks of the cave formed by the mountain god's big mouth, and a ray of red fire jumped from time to time in the dark fish beam wood mouth.

Viserys continued to move forward.

A faint singing came from the mountain god's mouth, and a singer was humming softly in the mountain god's "belly".

The singing was in a language that humans no longer understood, and the voice was as pure as the winter wind. The singing was gentle and sad, like crying and complaining.

Viserys listened to it and felt as if time had slowed down. He seemed to see the vast and boundless land, the stars surrounding the sky, the sun and the moon rotating alternately, and the raindrops freezing into ice.

As the singing stopped, the world seemed to fall into the silent ancient cold silence in an instant.

Viserys couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness in his heart, and seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of life in an instant.

This is the song of the children of the forest.

Viserys is not a dead thing without emotions. He can feel the cleanliness and sadness in the beautiful singing, but being able to feel the touching music does not mean that his heart will be shaken by it. He quickly gathered his thoughts and continued to move forward.

The fire at the entrance of the cave became brighter and brighter, and he came to the entrance.

When his feet landed on the ground, Viserys folded his wings, straightened his clothes, slowly raised his hand and knocked on the face of the mountain god at the entrance of the cave, making a thumping sound, and a piece of snow was shaken off, making a rubbing sound on the snow.

Viserys spoke: "Viserys Targaryen, Master of Stormsong, King of the Seven Kingdoms, is invited."

The cave reverberated with Viserys's thick and powerful voice.

A head popped out from the fire under the cave, and a strange-looking humanoid creature clutched a torch and looked up. It was thin, only the size of a human child, with a mess of mixed-colored hair, and vines, branches and withered flowers stuck on its head. It had big ears and big eyes, especially its small face, which made its eyes look surprisingly large, clear and bright, with golden and emerald eyes, squinting like a cat.

Its small head and thin face looked more like a squirrel and a cat than a human. It wore a cloak woven from leaves and bark, and its skin was dark, like a deer. These combined, but not ugly, but presented an indescribable unique beauty. As a humanoid creature, it is difficult for anyone to deny that its image is beautiful.

It has only four fingers, with black and long nails, and a human-like thumb structure that can hold the tools in its hands.

"Hello, 'he' asked me to wait for you, Lord of the Storm."

The child of the forest who greeted him spoke the common language, with a unique voice, a woman's voice, high and sweet, with a unique rhythm like a bard and singer, and a strange sadness in the voice.

It should be her, she was also looking at Viserys.

Viserys walked down from the cave entrance along the spiral roots growing in the tree hole as if nothing had happened: "Very good, then, lead the way."

She looked at Viserys curiously, and saw that he was only wearing a smooth and bright purple robe, and he was not even wearing shoes and was barefoot, as if he was not affected by the cold at all. He did not look like the king or monarch she had seen in the human world, but rather like a human ascetic.

Viserys was not curious about her like Bran and his party before, asking questions here and there, and acting like an ordinary visit between humans.

The Child of the Forest did not dare to despise her, she knew that the person in front of her was the so-called Storm Lord, which meant that his life was like the Lord in the trees, and had surpassed the mortal body.

The Child of the Forest waved the torch to a corner of the tree hole, and a dark crack was revealed in the intertwined roots, extending downwards to an unknown place: "We are going down, please follow me. He is waiting for you."

The Child of the Forest obviously did not have the cumbersome etiquette of humans, and she turned around and raised the torch to lead the way. Viserys followed closely.

The road formed by the interweaving tree roots was narrow and rugged, spiraling downwards. Viserys stepped on the ground full of mud and fallen leaves, and could not tell whether he was stepping on several huge roots or real land.

Viserys now remembered his cognition from another world. When Hodor was carrying Bran in the underground passage, he had to squat and lower his head to barely avoid scratching and colliding with the cave ceiling.

Looking at the height of the cave, Viserys only needed to slightly lower his head in very short places, which meant that Hodor's height was probably much taller than Viserys imagined.

Observing in the flames, Viserys found that there was no tunnel dug underground, but that the mountain should have originally had a mountain wall or pit, but as the thick roots of the weirwoods drilled out of the soil and crisscrossed between the mountain walls, a huge tree hole maze formed by countless huge tree roots was formed. The roots of the weirwoods expanded between the mountain walls, penetrated the rock walls, and broke into complex passages.

In a sense, the fish beam forest is like the mangroves on the seashore. With its extremely developed root system, it has penetrated the cracks in the earth and the rocks, forming an underground world with intertwined root systems.

The roots are everywhere, arching out from the soil and rocks.

Viserys soon discovered that although the path led by the Children of the Forest was always winding, from one fork to another, they were actually walking deep into the ground along the largest and thickest root system.

When Viserys estimated that he had been led by the Children of the Forest to go two hundred feet underground, and could even hear the sound of the underground river gurgling, they came to a huge stalactite cave. The teeth of the stalactites hung from the top of the cave, and there were even more sticking out from the ground. The moist groundwater flowed and dripped on the stone.

Although the cold and damp breath of winter could still be felt, the temperature here was not enough to freeze the groundwater.

Unexpectedly, we had to continue going down. The short children of the forest led the way silently, passing through the winding tree roots, turning around and returning to the large cracks full of tree roots.

At this depth, Viserys saw bones, all kinds of white bones, different from the paleness of the weirwood roots, the bones were grayish white.

There were bones of birds, beasts, humans, children of the forest, and even giants. They were distributed in the depressions of the rock wall, surrounded by tree roots, and there were tree roots extending from the skull.

Viserys was curious, but he never asked a question.

Finally, the child of the forest took him to a narrow natural underground stone bridge deep in the ground of the Great Cleft. Here, the intertwined weirwood roots could no longer be seen below, and people could easily see that there was a deeper and bottomless darkness below the crack.

However, the noise of the underground river still showed that this crack had a bottom and did not extend directly to the core of the earth.

"Hu-ha-"

A long breath came from the other side of the stone bridge.

Viserys looked up. At the other end of the bridge, under the thickest tree root that reappeared, an old man with ebony decorations and fair skin was "sitting" on the weirwood root throne that extended from the huge tree root like a dream.

He had the old, decayed and skinny appearance of the Duke of Bloodraven, and almost merged with the tree root.

Viserys originally thought that he would think about the world situation when he met the Three-Eyed Raven, but the fact was that he was thinking that the path he took was different from the route he knew Bran took. He remembered that Bran's path in the original world line was on the other side of the Three-Eyed Raven. Bran asked if he wanted to cross the bridge, and the Children of the Forest told him: It's behind.

Viserys had prepared himself mentally, but he didn't expect that he came from the other side of the bridge and met the Three-Eyed Raven face to face.

"I brought the Lord of the Storm." The Son of the Forest said to the Lord of the Tree Roots over there.

The other party's dry voice rang out: "Very good." His voice was drowned out by the rumbling water, but it rang in his ears more clearly than the sound of the water.

The child of the forest nodded, took the torch and quickly left from the other side of the road.

Viserys was silent, waiting for the other party to speak first.

Silence enveloped the area.

Finally, a hoarse whisper came out of the other party's mouth again: "Viserys, hello, we finally meet."

"What should I call you, the three-eyed crow, Brynden, or Brandon Stark?"

"Brandon Stark?" The hoarse whisper said, "I have many incarnations, the three-eyed crow, Brynden Rivers, but Bran is still learning. You can call me Brynden, just like I call you Viserys."

Viserys responded calmly and got straight to the point: "So, Lord Brynden, what are your thoughts when you come to me?"

Brandon's voice was so weak that he seemed to be dying, but every word could be heard clearly: "I have been looking for you for a long time. Your power from another world not only awakened the big music, but also brought the song of ice and fire to life." New variables have come, you have gone further than I thought, and the crisis you have brought is more serious than I imagined."

Viserys answered calmly: "I thought you would be very noble and ask me to help you and cooperate with you in the name of the survival of the world. I didn't expect that you are more pragmatic than I thought, and your negotiation methods are more like disputes between humans. ”

"." Brynden's lips opened, "I remembered that you like straightforward questions and answers. So, Viserys, why did you come to this world?"

Viserys asked, "Is this what you want to know?"

Brandon replied hoarsely: "It depends on the answer and sincerity."

"How about I ask first?" Viserys asked him directly. "Since we want to be honest, let's go straight to the source. If the big music finally falls into your hands, what do you want to do, and what kind of world do you want to create?"

"." Brynden was silent.

"Well, it looks like we failed to take the first step."

Brynden sighed: "I can find the past of everyone in this world, and follow their tracks to find their motives for doing things, but you, a visitor from another world, Viserys, I can't see your past, so I can't understand it. You. You have only been in this world for three years, but you have disturbed the trajectory of this world that has not changed for thousands of years. I don’t know how long you have lived, how much time and space you have traveled, and what your purpose is. Judging from what you have done in the past three years, I find that you seem to know me better than I know you. This is not fair, isn't it? "

"Maybe it's unfair from you," Viserys replied to him, "but this is the basis of our cooperation. I think with your accumulation of knowledge, rich history, and weird abilities, if I have no secrets from you, I think you won't come to me, but there are more secret ways to make me do what you want me to do. For example, Euron Greyjoy, looking back, he was so miserable that he died. Maybe they don’t know that what they are doing is under the control of the gods.”

"Euron." Brynden said, "It was an accident. He proved that my ability is not as powerful as you said or thought. I thought he had the talent to become my heir, but it turned out that I was wrong. He. History and knowledge give me strength, but this power is not omnipotent. Otherwise, why would the faith of the old gods be driven to this place in the north? "

"You said you can't understand me, why can't I? How can I be sure that you are not showing weakness now just to push me out to confront the cold god, while you are picking peaches from behind?"

Viserys originally thought that the "gods"'s negotiations would be higher-level and less philistine, but it was obvious that both he and Brynden were too deeply infected by human habits.

"I can show you my history, my experience, as well as the past and knowledge you need to explore, such as the abilities and origins of the White Walkers, and the power that the cold god once showed."

"What's the price?" Viserys was not led in. "My past, let you have a glimpse of my memory?"

"Then," Brynden said, "since mutual trust cannot be achieved, we can only communicate through dialogue."

Viserys smiled slightly: "Very good, I see the sincerity in your words. Back to the original question, since you don't want to talk about your vision, let me talk about it first. The way this world works is not normal. , I don’t think I need to say more, so if I can change it, I will shape it into a world with four distinct seasons. There are four seasons in a year. The planet moves cyclically around the sun and returns to normal. Aren’t you curious about my past? I come from a world with four distinct seasons.”

Viserys briefly told Brynden about the laws of motion on the earth, and finally asked: "What do you think of such a world?"

Brynden asked: "According to what you said, how can the energy accumulated in the movement of the planet be released and allowed to burst out naturally, causing irreversible damage to the world? Your world has no gods and no great will?"

"Perhaps," Viserys did not give a direct answer to Brynden's accurate guess and took it directly, "But according to my guess about the great will, in his world plan, the last one should be the 'Song of Man'" To dominate the world, you, me, ice, fire, and water will all pass away. Have you ever thought that the plan I proposed is more in line with the great will, and maybe it can resonate more strongly with Him during the specific operation. "

"...You know more than I thought." Brynden acquiesced to Viserys's guess and expressed his sincere response to Viserys, "I believe what you said. But I'm sorry, I can't tell I won’t tell you a fake plan about your plan. I can only guarantee that we will be consistent in our fight against the Cold God. We will not have any conflicts as compensation before defeating the Long Night. , you can ask me something you want to know."

Viserys looked at him: "I remember that we were here to achieve mutual trust, not to exchange problems."

"Choose dialogue, ask questions and answer questions is the fastest way to achieve mutual trust."

"Then, I ask, how do you plan to deal with Han Shen?"

This question was very broad, and Viserys did not expect Brynden to give an answer quickly: "Delay, delay until the end of the long night, delay until his power is dispersed, and we will have a chance."

"Is there a chance?" This word said a lot, and he naturally regarded himself as the weak side.

"The power of the cold god is very strong. Viserys, I must tell you, the long night is the home of the cold god. Your army may be able to resist his army, but the real power of cold is not the army, but death. All living people All living beings are his enemies, and all dead living beings will become his vassals. The White Walkers are just agents of his power. You know that the Red God Sect said that there is a "fire of life" in living beings, and every living being's fire is extinguished. , can make His power stronger. I think you understand the meaning."

"Can the dead become the power of His songs?" Viserys understood. "He is different from us. Only dead things that have lost their souls are useful to Him, right? Every dead person?"

What Viserys wants to ask is if every dead person over the past eight thousand years can become his power.

"Yes, everyone. But don't think too seriously. You are also developing believers yourself. You should know how much power pan-believers and non-believers can give, and how difficult it is to compete with a great will."

With the answer, Viserys understood why the Cold God was the strongest.

I can only rejoice that the power of song is limited.

In this way, Viserys's development of followers is competing with the Great Will for power scattered outside, while the Cold God is actually grabbing the power that has been taken away from the Great Will.

Viserys asked: "According to you, the White Walkers are also dead creatures?"

"No, what Melisandre is to the Red God, Aegon is to you, is what the White Walkers are to the Cold God."

Viserys understood. However, when he heard Brynden use Aegon as an example, he was moved in his heart. He was not sure whether Brynden didn't know about Oberon, Daenerys, and the two little dragons.

"Then you find me, how do you want to cooperate? How do you delay?"

After asking the question, Viserys found himself being led into Brynden's rhythm, but since both parties expressed sincerity in their attitudes, there was no need to continue to worry about it at this time.

Brynden replied: "We must hold the Wall."

This sentence caused Viserys to hesitate for a moment: "What do you mean, you foresee that the Great Wall will be lost or abandoned?"

Brynden asked, "What would you do if the Great Wall collapsed and a large number of White Walkers and ghouls poured into the North?"

"." Viserys also answered the rhetorical question with a question, "If the Great Wall collapses, then why should we defend it, but a pile of ruins?"

"Down one section, repair one section. In short, we must hold on."

"Building the Great Wall during the long night, does this mean a staged counterattack?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Just like humans fighting wars, cutting off supply lines."

"Will the White Walkers and wights that have poured in after the Great Wall is repaired lose their power?"

"No, but we will lose follow-up support."

"If you put it like that, I want to ask, why didn't the White Walkers take down the Great Wall first, destroy it beyond repair, and then attack the interior?"

"If this is the case, then we have to hold on to the Great Wall, right? How long we can hold it means how long we can delay it."

Viserys' mind was racing as he asked quick questions and answers.

He couldn't help but ask: "Will the White Walkers definitely break through the Great Wall?"

Brynden replied: "Absolutely."

Viserys blinked: "Horn of Winter?"

Brynden asked vaguely: "It is said that Qiaoman, the king beyond the wall, once 'blowed the horn of winter and awakened the giant under the ground'. What do you think the 'giant under the ground' is?"

Hearing his question, Viserys raised his eyes and looked at the huge tree roots at the top of the underground tunnel cliff: "Is it a tree? The giant under the ground is a weirwood tree root? After blowing the horn of winter, the Great Wall will collapse as in the song. ?”

"Time has passed, and people's legends are not entirely true." Brynden said, and then asked, "Why did Qiaoman, the king beyond the wall, blow the horn? And when did he blow the horn?"

"Legend has it that in the Age of Heroes, a Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch became the Night King, and he and his White Walker Queen ruled the Great Wall at the Nightfort. They were eventually defeated by Brandon, the 'Liberator', the King of Winter, and Jorman, the King Beyond the Wall. Viserys replied, suddenly enlightened, "Qiaoman blew the Horn of Winter to defeat the Night King? I heard that there is a weirwood magic door under the Nightfort. The Nightfort was rebuilt in the Age of Heroes, right?" The Horn of Winter blew down the Nightfort, and Brandon the Liberator rebuilt that section. Are Brandon the Liberator and Brandon the Builder the same person? But it is said that the construction of the Great Wall took thousands of years. , they can't be the same person."

"History is like a fog, and it is difficult to see the truth." Brynden sighed, "The Horn of Winter will not destroy the Great Wall, but will be used when building the Great Wall. The reason why the Great Wall collapsed is the power of the Night King's White Walker Queen. Caused. But when people saw the trumpets blowing and the Great Wall collapsed, they thought it was the trumpets that caused the Great Wall to collapse.”

Viserys couldn't help but curiously asked: "There are weirwood roots in the ice wall of the Great Wall, so why don't you go and sit on the Great Wall?"

"You saw the Great Wall there, but you didn't see the source of the Great Wall's power."

When Viserys saw Brynden open his chat box, he started to pretend to be stupid: "The source of power is here, so if all the gods come here to protect you, wouldn't it be foolproof?"

"The power of the Great Wall is very complicated. You will know it when you go there. The wall with weirwood roots as the core only accounts for part of it."

"The Great Wall was built by the joint efforts of the gods?"

"In the beginning, it was just a foolish attempt by humans after a long night. But later, the gods saw the will of mortals and the possibilities contained in it - if you want to understand its construction process, I can take you back to observe, I want to understand The way the Great Wall is built will help you learn how to use your power."

"Forget it, I appreciate your 'kindness'."

Viserys understood this. The gods were involved in the construction of the Great Wall. Think about it. How could a 700-foot-high wall not have the intervention of abnormal forces?

When the Great Wall was controlled by the Night King, the White Walkers tried to break through the Great Wall from the Nightfort. As a result, the Great Wall collapsed. Because it was the closest, only the Old Gods responded, so the Old Gods alone and the humans at the time carried out the repair work of the Nightfort.

After communicating with Brynden, Viserys had many questions that he wanted answered, but he did not hesitate to ask. He only asked about matters related to cooperation: "After saying so much, I still don't know how the White Walkers will collapse the Great Wall. ”

Brynden opened his mouth, paused, and said frankly: "The reason why I changed the subject is because I don't know either."

"."

Viserys was speechless for a moment.

Brynden added, "But I know how to repair it when it falls and sound the horn of winter."

"..." Viserys was silent for a moment and took over the topic, "So where is the Horn of Winter now?" When asking, Viserys actually already knew the answer.

And Brynden's answer was just as he thought: "The horn is now with the Night's Watch. I left it in the Frostfangs with the Night's Watch who has the talent to blow it. That man's name is Jon Snow. He There is another identity——"

Viserys turned away, not wanting to look at Brynden's magic stick.

But Brynden didn't take it seriously and continued to tell the secret: "——He is the son of your brother Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark in this body, Rhaegar the Conqueror Aegon and Maegor On the grounds of polygamy, the king formally married Lyanna at the Church of the Seven in the Mudflats, ten leagues outside Harrenhal, under the witness of an alcoholic monk from the Riverlands. They later gave birth to a son named Jahe in the Tower of Bliss. Lys Targaryen is now Jon Snow. He has Targaryen blood and the blood of the old gods, and he has the talent to blow the horn."

Viserys turned his head again at this.

Although he had known for a long time that Jon was the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna, this was the first time he knew these details.

He did not expect that Rhaegar would even dare to "trace back" the Targaryen tradition of polygamy because of the prophecy that "the dragon has three heads".