The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

"Will in black, come here." Robert's voice rang like Hongzhong.

When Will came to the king, Queen Cersei's anger did not escape Will's eyes with her calm face.

"Show me your sword."

The magic mountain was full of armor and heavy helmet, but Will's black rapier pierced the armor as if pierced leather.

Will untied his sword.

It's not Tyron Ashes that followed Will. Tyron Ashes has returned to the northern team-followed by the vassals and knights of the Tyrell family in the Bend, and Anders Irenewood of Dorne.

Will killed the Devil Mountain, making them very grateful to Will.

Everyone knows the Lannister dog guard in the West. As long as the magic mountain does not die, he will be a hero when he goes back.

Donne's more than ten years of humiliation has been flattened by Will today.

The flower knight Loras Tyrell waits for Will's narrow sword to take revenge.

The howls of the magic mountain resounded through the martial arts field, and it was the most beautiful movement in the ears of the Dorn and Hewan people, not one of them.

King Robert took the narrow black sword. The sword was very light and held in the king's hand as if it had no weight at all.

"What sword?" Robert saw that it was a keel sword.

There are dozens of keel bones from small to large in the underground of the Red Fort in Junlin.

"Dark night."

"Good name. Where did you get it?"

"Outside the Great Wall of Despair, you can kill the ghosts, God's gift!"

"Oh!" The king obviously didn't believe it, "Is there really a ghost outside the Great Wall?"

"Otherwise, why did the ancestors build the Great Wall?" Will asked, "Why?"

People began to whisper and talk.

Stories and legends about strange ghosts flourish in the folk without interruption.

Will took this opportunity to speak out, and didn't expect anyone to believe it. However, this information needs to be repeated when there is an opportunity, non-stop, non-stop, and finally one day, the time will be ripe.

The ghost outpost was pulled out by Will and Mormon together with the thirteen warriors of the Ash Tribe, and the ghosts near the Fist Peak of the Ancestor and the Great Wall have all returned to the land of Eternal Winter.

"The strange ghost has disappeared for eight thousand years." Robert obviously wanted to end the topic of the strange ghost quickly.

"The strange ghosts just haven't attacked the Great Wall for eight thousand years. They haven't disappeared, just like the human race. The strange ghosts, the children of the forest, and the giants have never disappeared. They just live not on the Great Wall. It's like: the bird's home. In the sky, the fish’s home is in the water, and the strange ghost’s home is in the land of eternal winter."

Littlefinger Petil, attendant Green; King Robert, Prime Minister Ed, Queen Cersei, Duke Lanly, Little Devil, Varys who quietly emerged from nowhere, the nobles of the high platform, the river bay behind him The knights of Dorne and Dorn listened silently to Will’s quiet and powerful voice, and felt strange in their hearts...

The king is not a patient person. He returned the sword to Will and said, "Your sword is blessed with magic."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"No sword can stop the sharpness of the dark night?

"Yes, Valyrian Steel Sword."

"Oh!" The king laughed, "That's good, your dark night is not the only one in the world. Ed, where is your ice?"

"At the Prime Minister's Tower, Your Majesty."

The king drew an exquisite dagger from his waist: "Will, come and try my keel dagger, Valyrian steel. Littlefinger lost a bet to me in the last competition."

This dagger, before crossing, was the keel dagger of Bran who fell from the ruined tower. The keel is a handle, and the dagger is Valyrian steel, so sharp.

Will drew out the dark night, slashed at the dagger with a sword, and Robert swung the dagger to meet him, ding, with a light noise, sparks splashing, the sword and the dagger withdrew, looking at the blade, no damage.

"Good dagger." Will exclaimed.

"Good sword!" the king admired, "but, even my Valyrian dagger can't easily pierce the armor."

"My sword is thinner and has a sharper tip. It is a narrow sword designed for piercing armor, Your Majesty," Will said.

"Killer's sword." King Robert was not without knowledge.

"The sword of the water dance, the spirit of the wind." Littlefinger Petil glared and smiled.

At this point, he already knew that Will was his goal across the sea from Braavos. Someone has eyes and can observe; someone has a head and can think; someone has a mouth and can knock sideways.

It's really nowhere to find a place to break through the iron shoes, it's all effortless!

The Thousand Faces God has lost the summoning mask for thousands of years: black and white faceless-must have an inner connection with Will.

Because Will's next plan is to change his face and shape like him.

Only with the black and white faceless summoning mask, without the need to be in the black and white courtyard of the islands of the gods, can practice and communicate with the gods of the thousand faces to obtain the gods and exercise the willpower of the gods.

However, the black and white faceless mask is a lost treasure belonging to the Black and White House on the Isle of Gods.

This little finger now is named Jakun Hegar: he is the faceless monk of the Black and White House: gift.

Whether to face Will with the sword or to take back the church treasure in peace, Jakun Hegar still doesn't know, but no matter what, he must take back the church treasure.

*

"Hi! Lord Amber!"

Little Jon Umber turned his head and saw Littlefinger's attendant Green.

He snorted, turned his head, and dismissed a conversation. He is a dignified northern knight, and he looks down on the weak and small body of the southerners.

Green didn't take it seriously: "My lord, if you want to win, you have the upper hand, and you are safe."

The upper hand is naturally easy, and the wind is unobstructed, but the real knight disdains this little advantage and insults the name of the knight. Little Jon Umber was about to scold the Southern attendant, and when he looked back, Green had disappeared into the crowd like a ghost.

Green didn't want to die, nor did he want to live like this. Little Jon Umber was young and impulsive and enthusiastic. This kid could show his favor first, if he could be used at some time.

If people do not save themselves, the seven gods will spurn.

The imperceptible little grace, and someday, may be a force that can be used.

The plan is in Green, and the success is in the seven gods.

*

"Will!" On the noble stand, the little devil came next to Will, the man in black.

"Master Tyrion."

"Aren't you supposed to be in the Northern Territory team? The team battle is about to begin."

"It's just right to go back after the long spear championship finals."

The little demon sat down next to Will and whispered: "You are fully capable of stopping the magic mountain before it kills Loras Tyrell, but you did not take the initiative."

"You keep staring at me?"

"Yes, wherever you go, my eyes will follow you wherever you are!"

"The Magic Mountain is not my dog, why should I stop the Magic Mountain?"

"Do you want the Tyrells to hate Lannister?"

"The dog is yours, little devil. It's yours who let the dog out to bite, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Say, what on earth do you want to plan in King's Landing, don't think I don't know your wooden box." The little devil's eyes fixed on Will's eyes.

However, he was disappointed, and Will, unlike the others, couldn't see any clues in his eyes.

Will embraced the little devil's shoulders, like his closest friend: "Little devil, look in your eyes, and then go to the Meigelou library in the Red Fort—no, go to the academician Paisier, he may There are ancient scrolls about the children of the forest. As far as I know, your eyes, one green and one black, are exactly the same as those of a certain race of the children of the forest."

"Bewitching my heart?" The little devil smiled, "The fire player set himself on fire, the plotter set himself up, Will, you don't seem to worry about whether you can return to the Great Wall?"

"The truth is always unbelievable, and the truth always hurts people's hearts!" Will smiled lightly. He looked at the competition field. Jon Amber and Harris Moran have separated north-south and will soon start the spear finals. !

Little Jon Umber chose the upper wind: the north.