Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

In the tomb, Arya and Nymeria stood silently.

In front of him is the grave of his father Eddard. Buried next to him is his mother Catelyn. Next to them are his eldest brother Robb and his younger brother Rickon.

Arya stood there, sadness welling up from the bottom of her heart.

The truth of history is unknown. Only they themselves know the reasons for what happened to them, the deceptions they suffered, and the choices they made. Later generations can only dig out fragments of the truth from fragments of words and hearsay.

Littlefinger died, and many secrets about him were completely buried in history.

When a valley politician dies, the aftermath is easier than imagined.

The armies in the valley were originally divided into two sides. The Royce family brought by Arya quickly helped Arya "pacify" the emotions of the other half of the people in the valley, and were happy to explain to Lady Lysa for Arya in the future. What happened at Winterfell - Littlefinger was not very popular to begin with.

They didn't know it at this time, but Lysa and the Arryn family of the Vale had withered in the long night, and their direct bloodline had become the dust of history together with the dead Littlefinger.

As for the knights who were killed or injured in the Seven Sons Trial, they all received blessings and comfort from the monks, and their emotions were stable. The rules of the trial are like this. When the result comes, the noble knights will unanimously choose to end with dignity.

At this time, footsteps came from the entrance of the tomb: "You are indeed here, Arya."

It's Sansa.

"Sansa," Arya looked back at her, then reached out to touch her younger brother Rickon's tomb without a stone statue. Rickon was once the heir that Arya had high hopes for, but now everything is developing towards a situation beyond Arya's hope. Bran was originally a choice, but Bran has been missing for a long time and there is no news. "What happened to Rickon and his mother that day? How could it be so sudden? How could they not even leave their bodies behind?"

It has been a long time, but to this day, when asked about that incident, Sansa will still subconsciously look at the spiral staircase leading to the underground in the tomb.

"A lot of weird things happened that day, Arya. To this day, I still have nightmares about what happened." Sansa felt cold all over just thinking about it. "I should have told you earlier, but I was afraid You might not believe it that day."

During this period of time, due to communication difficulties between the Great Wall and Winterfell, Sansa could not find anyone to share the strange things she had buried deep in her heart. Now someone could share them without reservation. She did not hide anything, and shared what she saw that day. Arya was told everything that she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

"Oh, my God." Arya was not confused after hearing Sansa's words, only shocked.

Sansa noticed Arya's attitude and couldn't help but wonder: "Do you know what those are?"

"You were right not to tell others, Sansa." Arya told her seriously, "Promise me that this matter will be rotten in our hearts from now on and never let the third person know."

"You really know what those are." Sansa looked at her little sister in disbelief, "Tell me, Arya."

"Sansa, Jon told me that north of the Great Wall, there was once a person who would send all the newborn boys among his children into the woods, and then after a while, the children would disappear." Arya's tone became a little bit different. Downturn, "His Majesty the King and many people have guessed that the White Walkers will use witchcraft to transform human children into White Walkers. Those things are creations of ice."

Sansa covered her mouth: "You mean the gods are above."

"You said what happened after Rickon was stabbed by his mother's Valyrian dagger." Arya painfully told the truth of her guess, "Sansa, I have seen this happen before." Arya turned sideways, Revealing the sword hanging on his waist, "This is the Valyrian steel in the Thunderstorm sheath given to me by His Majesty the King." Sword. I have killed White Walkers with my own hands, Sansa, as you just said. When my sword penetrates their black ice armor, their bodies will melt like ice. . The sword at that time would be so cold that it would be impossible to hold it even with His Majesty’s witchcraft.”

Hearing Arya's words, Sansa was shocked by another truth described by Arya: "You know witchcraft, like those warbands?"

"Yes, His Majesty the King is very generous to the defenders of the Great Wall." Arya said, "This is all to fight against the White Walkers." Arya noticed that there was a trace of regret in Sansa's shock, and she probably guessed that Sansa was because The psychological gap aroused some other thoughts, so she changed the subject, "As for what you said about what happened to my mother, Sansa, is the Red God Friar Thoros of Myr still there? My mother is He had already died, but he resurrected his mother. At the Great Wall, the soldiers of the Red God Faith under Lord Stannis were in a similar situation. The thing that supported his mother's survival should be the source of the fire. I want to go. Look at the bottom floor, the tomb of 'Brandon, King of the North'. You mentioned that a sword that released cold energy melted in the end, I have to confirm it."

".Danger?"

"No," Arya explained. "The Nightfort on the Great Wall was once said to be ruled by the Night King. Later, a King of the North named Brandon united with the Wildling King Qiaoman to defeat him. On the Great Wall, Qiaoman's The relic is now in Jon's hands. You would never imagine that he could use it to mend the Wall, and the weirwood roots would grow as he blew the horn."

Sansa couldn't imagine that scene: "The Wall."

"If that Brandon is the former King of the North, Brandon, then maybe he may have other things besides the sword made by 'Xuanbing'." Arya said, "This matter is related to "Powerful magic and witchcraft, I'm worried that something dangerous will remain and cause endless trouble to Winterfell."

"I'll go with you and call the guards?"

"No," Arya refused, "Sansa, I learned one thing from King Viserys on the Great Wall. The family has a long history, and the ancestors buried in the tombs are not necessarily good people. Can you understand? Some of them are kind, some may do all kinds of evil, and some may do bad things of one kind or another. However, they are already in the past. We inherit their bloodline, but we should not inherit their mistakes and foolishness. We should repair it, forget it, and let them be lost with history. We should bravely leave behind the heavy burden of family history and let go of the bloodline inheritance. We should do what we think is right.”

Sansa looked at Arya, and suddenly she had the idea that her sister was not mature enough. She unconsciously regarded Arya as a real duke: "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I have to go and see it to know what I should do, or maybe do nothing."

"But you're the only one -"

Arya patted herself and made a buzzing sound: "Did you hear it? This is Valyrian steel armor, armor that allows me to use witchcraft. Don't worry, I'll put on the armor, Lian Qiong Endu can't defeat me. Nymeria will join me."

Sansa saw that she couldn't stop her, so she gave up.

Arya held up her torch and looked for a way down.

The firelight gradually disappeared in the spiral staircase leading down to the tomb, and Sansa suddenly felt uneasy. She felt that she was too far away from the front line in Winterfell, and that she had created a thick barrier with Arya who had returned from the front line.

But it was said that Arya found her way down, and the journey was uneventful. She passed through the gazes of more than ten northern dukes and hundreds of northern kings who had inherited the Stark family for thousands of years, and finally came to the place where Sansa said the bottom collapsed. It's no longer as cold as Sansa said, but there is a faint sense of disorder in the air.

When she came down here, the Valyrian steel armor on Arya's body had faint magical power fluctuations for some unknown reason. Arya also experienced spiritual training at the Great Wall, and was keenly aware of the strange magical disturbance deep in the tomb.

There was something oddly familiar about the disturbance in the underground magic, and Arya couldn't place it at the moment.

She leaned down and looked in through the collapsed gap, but she could only see a dark patch on the other side of the gap.

She thought for a while, summoned up the strength of her armor, and blew a gust of wind through the gap. She roughly confirmed that the other end was a wide area as Sansa said, and then she took a deep breath and directly took advantage of her thin body. Drilled through the gap. Nymeria was left here because she was too big.

Light a torch at the other end. It doesn't seem to be much different from where it came from.

Arya held the torch and slowly came to the place where there were obvious black marks of burning.

Two black marks were left in front of "Brandon", and Arya felt inexplicably sad. Sansa told her that the charred ground next to it was the place where her mother Catelyn died. The sudden and fierce flames shocked her. Even the human body and bones were burned to ashes, leaving nothing but a dagger. The other charred area is the leader of the Marshlands. This loyal lord died at the hands of his mad mother, and Arya can only mourn him in silence.

The flow of magic here is somewhat chaotic.

As Arya got closer, she finally realized that the surge of magic left here gave her a familiar feeling like the Great Wall.

She was on the Great Wall. The king, the Red God cultists, and Jon all said that the Great Wall was the place where magical power was most intense.

She remembered that the magic in the underground crypt was a bit like a restored beacon, where inexplicable magical power collided and surged.

Arya raised the torch and looked at the statue of King Brandon. Over time, the statue had been eroded and blurred by the years, and the face could not be seen clearly. But Sansa mentioned that the melted black ice sword and Rickon had lost their traces. She couldn't help but think that Rickon might have completely melted and disappeared like ice and snow like the White Walkers she had seen killed.

There seems to be no danger left underground.

Arya stopped silently and looked at the stone statue of King Brandon in front of her. For what purpose did this Stark ancestor bring the ice sword that may have belonged to the "Night King" back to Winterfell for burial? Is it a trophy that shows personal bravery, or is it a coveted power?

No one can give Arya an explanation for her doubts. She can only comfort herself. In any case, everything has completely disappeared over time.

After standing still for a while, he paid a silent tribute to his mother and Rickon.

Arya turned around silently and headed back the way she came.

Suddenly, the armor on her body shocked her like a warning.

Arya had been on the battlefield on the Wall, and she immediately drew her sword, knowing full well that it was a magical signal. Abnormal magical disturbances often occur when White Walkers appear.

She concentrated.

Use the familiar basic outline of Braavos swordsmanship, still as water, moving like shadow, watch carefully.

However, after a few breaths, nothing happened.

She vigilantly observed every corner within the range illuminated by the torch. After confirming that no one was around, she controlled her breathing and felt the source of the abnormal magic disturbance.

Concentrating his mind, he silently mobilized the magical power of the armor under his clothes. A slight breeze surged out from the armor, blowing up the dust on the ground.

Soon, Arya realized something was wrong.

The activated wind magic encountered resistance on the stone cover of Brandon's tomb.

She remembered that Sansa had said Rickon was here

Arya stepped forward slowly and leaned closer.

The anomaly originated from the sarcophagus of this strange King Brandon.

Boldly, Arya placed the sword and torch where she could reach them at any time, then stepped forward and tried to open Brandon's sarcophagus.

With the blessing of the witchcraft armor, her hands pushed hard, and the thick stone cover was slowly pushed open a gap by Arya.

A cold and decaying aura came from the sarcophagus. Arya dodged and immediately picked up the sword and torch on the ground to be alert.

But still nothing happened.

Arya then continued to approach, this time instead of using her hands, she used her feet to kick open the sarcophagus lid that had shifted.

Behind the rotten smell, Arya felt moist water vapor and a strange smell, a smell that could only be smelled in the forest, of rotten leaves and tree roots.

The torch moved closer to the growing gap.

Arya felt horrified for a moment. She saw a small pale tree trunk among the bones of King Brandon that had rotted into mud. The roots were twisted like earthworms among the rotten bones in the tomb. Taking root, in one part of the tomb, there is a pool of thick water that emits a biting and cold breath.

The tree trunk growing in this sarcophagus is as pale as bone, with a few young leaves as red as blood at the tip. The first growing leaves have rotted into its nutrients at the roots.

This is a new weirwood tree.

It was as if someone had sprinkled sapphire powder on the pale and bone-like tree trunks, and traces of unsettling ice-blue light flowed through the small pale tree trunks.

Using the rotten bones of the Stark ancestors as nutrients, the "melted snow water" that was suspected to be left after the melting of "Rickon" as the water source, and perhaps something else combined to form a bizarre environment, a weirwood tree grew. of seedlings.

Arya's brain was temporarily stunned by the strangely growing weirwood seedlings.

What does this mean, aren't the weirwoods a manifestation of the power of the Old Gods? On the Great Wall, Jon relied on the power of the old gods to repair the Great Wall with the magic horn.

Weirwood shouldn't look like this.

That unsettling stream of black ice clearly comes from the same source as the White Walkers’ magical armor and weapons.

Arya could feel the evil in it.

And when she thought that the "moisture" was most likely "Rickon", Arya couldn't help but tremble in her heart, and there was a wave of nausea and disgust in her heart.

She clenched the sword in her hand and subconsciously stretched the Valyrian steel sword in her hand towards the strangely growing weirwood.

"Stop."

A voice suddenly sounded in the tomb.

Arya quickly sheathed her sword to protect herself and frantically searched for the source of the sound.

Finally, she saw a vague shadow in the dark shadows.

Arya felt an inexplicable familiarity and kindness, and subconsciously asked: "Bran?"

When this question was asked, even she felt strange.

The shadow let out a long sigh: "That's it."

Arya had a strange idea. Although the vague shadow's "eyes" were looking at her, the words she spoke seemed to be speaking to someone other than her.

The faint gaze seemed to pass through her and go to a more distant place.

Suddenly, her brain felt confused and groggy, as if she had forgotten many things, and she couldn't tell whether she was in a dream or reality.

Vaguely, Arya fell asleep, and there was a faint sound of thunder and wind in her ears.

——

"That's it?" Viserys looked at the illusion of the Three-Eyed Crow warily at the Great Wall, "What on earth are you doing?"

"Viserys, as a visitor from another world, you have done enough. I promise that we will not lose, and we will definitely win this war." The three eyes of the Three-Eyed Crow looked at Viserys. , his eyes became sharp and dangerous, "Let's stop here."

The air in the King's Tower seemed to freeze.

"I believe we will win this war, but you and I both know that the outcome of this war is actually not important to you and me."

Viserys stared back.

"You have got enough in this world. You can be content, stop here, and cover for me. You can be a good king of Westeros, you can be a living god that will last forever, you can build a world in this world. Greater than Valyria, more legendary than the Kingdom of the Dawn, you can conquer Erth Thos and even the whole world. As long as you are willing, you and your descendants can rule for thousands of years, forever." The three-eyed crow's phantom body is small and compact, standing quietly on the shelf in front of Viserys. , confronting the tall Viserys, "This is my promise, and the great will is witnessed by you and me."

It must be said that the weight of this promise was so heavy that even Viserys was a little moved. However, he is not the kind of person who leaves the initiative in the hands of others: "How can I guarantee that what you do will not harm me?"

In Viserys' eyes, this is a zero-sum game.

However, there was no waiting for the Three-Eyed Crow to answer.

The two people confronting each other in the King's Tower had a look of surprise on their faces, and their mental perceptions fell deep into the tombs of Winterfell again.

But Arya, who had been hypnotized by the old god's mental magic, suddenly woke up with a jolt.

Viserys felt the magic through his armor.

Soon, she discovered that in the pocket of Arya's underwear, a strange coin that was neither gold nor iron was emitting cold air, stimulating Arya to wake up.

It is the coin of the Faceless Man from the House of Black and White.

The Cold God was hidden so deeply that even after such a long time, Viserys and the Three-Eyed Crow didn't notice it.

For a moment, the power of Viserys, the power of the old gods, and the power of the Cold God became entangled in Arya's body.

This instead made Arya take back her personal will.

Arya sat up suddenly and looked at the sarcophagus suspiciously, her expression flickering.

However, no matter what decision she made at this time, it would have no impact on the larger level.

"Oh." The face of the Three-Eyed Crow showed a sad look of failure, "Perhaps all this is the fate set by the remnant of the great will, which not only plays with the fate of people, but also plays with us, the creatures who claim to be gods. Unfortunately, Viserys, our cooperation ends here."

After saying these words, the three-eyed raven illusion disappeared from Viserys without hesitation.

At this moment.

North of the Great Wall, the Three-Eyed Raven's headquarters lies beneath the vast weirwood forest shrouded in ice and snow. The thin and pale Brynden opened his eyes in the weirwood throne. Those cloudy old eyes seemed to penetrate time and space, deep and ancient.

Brandon Stark, who was sitting next to Brynden and was also sitting on the weirwood throne, also opened his eyes. His eyes were white, with no pupils visible, but he seemed to understand everything.

at the same time.

In the weirwood forest, thousands of crows flew out of the ground and entered the weirwood forest where the snow was deep and the cold wind was blowing. The crows they made were eerie and unsettling.

same moment.

Outside the weirwood forest, tens of thousands of ghouls surrounding this forest opened their eyes, and cold ice-blue light danced in their eyes.

The blue light flickered in the eyes of these dead creatures, as if the stars in the night sky were blinking.

At a certain moment, in the eyes of the tens of thousands of dead creatures surrounding the forest outside, starting from a certain dead creature, the blue light in their eyes dissipated and turned into pure darkness. And in the dark pupils, a golden halo quickly appeared.

Like the eyes of a child of the forest.

One, two, three.

It was as if there was a virus spreading at an unimaginable speed among the corpses.

In a few heartbeats, dozens, hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of blue rays of light were extinguished in the eyes of the dead creature, turning into pitch-black pupils with golden halos.

In the deep dense forest of the Ghost Forest.

Leng Shou, who was riding an elk hiding in a forest somewhere, opened his eyes. Thousands of crows screamed. Leng Shou mounted the elk and drove the tall elk, silently embarking on the road to the north under the long night.

Thousands of crows were with him.

Outside Winterfell.

A tall black direwolf corpse opened its eyes, and in the blink of an eye, it turned golden like the tide of corpses north of the Great Wall.

But its gold is purer, not just a gold edge, but as bright as golden gold.

"Ouch——"

The mutated direwolf corpse let out a chilling cry, then raised its eyes and looked at a tall ghoul riding a corpse horse beside it.

The ghoul rider's pupils were burning with disturbing blue flames, which seemed to be in great pain at the moment. The blue flames were leaping and flashing. It was as if there was power waging a silent and terrifying battle in his body.

Finally, at some point.

The blue flame went out, and under the dark and cold black robe, a pair of gray-blue eyes lit up.

"Oh——" The mutated corpse made a sound that didn't sound like a human voice.

In the hood, a thin and sharp face was vaguely visible.

If any Stark were here, he would easily see that this ghost was none other than Benjen Stark of the Stark family, the chief ranger who had been missing outside the Great Wall for several years.

After that cold and biting sound, he uttered one word, his voice as cold as black ice: "North."

His gray-blue eyes looked toward the northern sky, and then he began to ride off.

He already knew that his destination was to follow the southward path of the corpse tide to the far north, the Heart of Winter.

——

Not long after the Three-Eyed Crow disappeared, a huge rumble sounded on the Great Wall.

"What's wrong?"

An unsettling feeling spreads.

In Viserys's room, chaotic voices rang out from the communicator:

"Black Castle, Black Castle, this is the beacon tower, this is the beacon tower, the section of the wall repaired by the beacon tower has collapsed, please support, please support"

".Here is the crack between East Sea and East Sea."

".This is the Shadow Tower"

".here it is."

"."

For a time, the entire Great Wall front was asking for help, and all the walls that had been destroyed by the White Walker army were damaged to varying degrees.

The power used to build the Great Wall belonged to the old gods, so now there is no doubt that the old gods are at work.

For a moment, Viserys couldn't figure out what the Three-Eyed Crow was doing. He couldn't help but be surprised. Could it be that he turned around and cooperated with the Cold God?

The chaos at the Great Wall lasted for a long time.

However, as time passed, no news came from anywhere that the alien army was approaching.

Only the cold wind, carrying the terrifying magic power that made Viserys uneasy, surged crazily from the gap in the Northern Great Wall to the interior of Westeros.

The temperature of the entire Great Wall, including the south of the city, dropped by dozens of degrees in less than half a quarter of an hour.

For a while, many soldiers and patrol guards who were patrolling and training outside the damaged area of ​​the city wall and had no time to retreat to the charcoal braziers inside the city wall to warm themselves were directly frozen into popsicles and died of hypothermia under the sudden attack of this cold wave without warning.

The terrible cold wave forced Viserys to order everyone to hide in the castle where they could shelter from the wind and keep warm.

Even the soldiers of the warband wearing thunderstorm armor could not withstand such severe cold.

Even Stannis, the chosen one of the Red God, was sending uneasy signals to Viserys.

Even Viserys could feel the terrible magic contained in the cold wave, which was suppressing his magical perception.

In this sudden attack with a lack of intelligence and supplementary information, Viserys once thought that the Great Wall was about to fall, and even began to think about abandoning the Great Wall and the North and turning to the south.

However, this cold wave lasted for a whole day and night, but there was still no news of the attack of the White Walker army from a castle, and Viserys could even clearly perceive that the cold wave was slowing down and dissipating at an abnormal speed.

This means that after the Cold God gained a huge advantage that he had been fighting hard for the past two and a half years, he not only did not take advantage of the situation to launch an attack, but instead tried his best to take back his power.

Viserys' eyes flickered, looking north of the Great Wall, hesitating in his heart.

Something must have happened in the north.

The old gods must be doing something.

So, the question is, should he get involved?

——

At the same time.

In the southern border of Westeros, the valley, and the river, the corpse tide that the White Walkers had penetrated deep into the south began to maneuver and assemble frantically. A large number of troops and horses gathered and began to march towards several large human strongholds that they had not taken action to capture.

The corpse tide under the long night moved frantically. In a few days, all large human strongholds in the south will usher in the most fierce attack in history.

The Cold God can no longer wait for the opportunity to maximize the advantage of the long night. He must expand his own power from the distant front in a very short time. Because the whole army is attacking, it is too late to mobilize the corpse tide and the White Walker army that have penetrated deep into the south to return to the north to help.

He discovered the conspiracy of the old gods against the ambush quickly enough, but this move of the black tiger heart-digger of Tiangang still posed a threat to the cold god.

He had seen through the purpose of the old gods, whom he had always regarded as the most dangerous. The other party did not want to defeat him, but to infect him and merge the power accumulated by the old gods in the heavy history with him. In this way, the power of the two songs that were already faintly merging would collide and merge violently, thereby awakening the great will.

Yes, when the cold god saw the conspiracy, he quickly saw through everything that the old gods were secretly planning.

The purpose of the old gods has been clearly revealed.

From the beginning, the old gods were not rushing to seize power to snatch the great music from the remaining great will. He was rushing to devote his power to the great will together with the infected and most powerful cold god in the world, in order to try to awaken the consciousness of the creator who had been missing, sleeping, and perhaps even extinct for tens of thousands of years.

This was a move that the old gods had planned for thousands of years and specially prepared for the cold god, "Heaven and Earth Coexistence".

Even in the eyes of the so-called "gods" in the world of ice and fire, the behavior of the old god Three-Eyed Raven is like a madman.

At the same time, in the direction of Essos, and even in the battlefield of Yi Ti where there was no news from Westeros, the army of the White Walkers was also frantically maneuvering like the corpse tide in Westeros, preparing for a decisive battle.

The God of Cold must expand in a very short time to ensure that he will not be taken away by the old gods' move of heaven and earth.

On the front line of Essos, a battle is going on in the Golden Fields. The corpse tide of the White Walkers suddenly went crazy and began to fiercely attack the Dothraki wandering here at all costs.

In the wilderness and forests in the north of the disputed land, the Red God Apostle, who was ordering his subordinates to spend manpower in the mountains and forests at all costs, and to build monasteries and temples in caves at various mountain passes and caves to prepare for a long-term battle, suddenly felt uneasy.

Looking up to the northwest, his eyes seemed to pass through the narrow seas, cross the mountains and rivers and fall to the Wall of Despair.

For the first time since his birth, the envoy showed a look of horror: "How could it be!!!"

Then the envoy immediately made a decision, flapped his wings, turned into a red meteor, and rushed to the northwest.

——

What was even more unexpected was that.

In the direction of Seal Bay, the frozen sea surface suddenly burst, and a series of water columns with amazing momentum sprayed directly into the sky, like dozens or hundreds of whales in a spectacular whale spray.

The frozen bodies of strange-shaped murlocs sprayed out from the water and fell heavily on the ice.

Then, these murloc corpses seemed to get up for no reason, assembled like an army, and then slid on the ice with their slippery bellies and marched north.

It turned out that the Drowned God, who had not taken action, had already stood in line.

Viserys had not yet realized that what he was experiencing was an assassination planned for thousands of years against the gods.

Even if Viserys hadn't appeared and hadn't triggered the Great Music, this long-planned plan would still have gone ahead.

This was because the purpose of the Old Gods and the Drowned God was not the Great Music from the beginning.

They wanted to awaken the Creator and have Him restart the unfinished creation with His own hands.