Riding on the snowy road overlooking the Great Wall, the faint snowflakes in the sky fell into the black hair above the head, and fell on it like broken white petals.

Around them, soldiers were sitting on horseback and alert, with a rigorous expression on their faces, and their weapons were already in their hands without realizing them.

Since the savages entered the Great Wall, after many rumors from them, this cold and bone-bone-bone-stricken place outside the Great Wall has been regarded as a purgatory on earth by all the northern soldiers. It seems that there are ghosts hiding in the dark in the dark to prepare for sneak attacks... Now that they step into it, it is naturally impossible for them to feel at ease.

Relatively speaking, the night watchmen around were much more calm. Although they were also afraid of the White Walker, at least they were still fearless at the foot of the Great Wall.

Sharp was walking in the middle of the team, and while he was walking slowly, he heard a vague noise in his ears.

"I'm not a chameleon, I just never stood on the side of the savage." A low and hoarse voice came from the back, with the unconcealed dimness and loss in the voice.

Another loud female voice rang out immediately.

"Chameleon? Free people do whatever they want!" the woman screamed, and then added angrily again

"You don't know anything, Jon Snow!"

...

"It's coming again." Someone beside him muttered. Turning his head, Arya Stark, who was wrapped in rice dumplings, followed by his side on a short brown mare.

Since they arrived at the Great Wall, the girl has often been running around here and there, either training with the recruits of the night watchmen or running to the top of the Great Wall to look around.

At this moment, when she heard that Charles decided to leave the Great Wall to find the Heart Tree, she couldn't wait to follow the team.

As it turns out, her two brothers in the Great Wall obviously couldn't control her without her parents.

Charles didn't want to take her with her, but in the face of Charles's sarcastic rejection, the daughter of the Duke of Winterfell had a thick face as thick as a city wall, and she didn't look like an ordinary noble lady at all.

Of course, this is just what Arya looks like after she gets familiar with her. If a stranger had mocked her, this little guy with a very bad temper would probably be furious.

...

While walking, Arya was walking around the illegitimate brother, but because of someone's emotional dispute, she was driven over directly after not long after.

The girl was puzzled by this, "What the hell are they arguing about?"

This question has been bothering her since she discovered that her illegitimate son had an "aggressive relationship" with a female savage.

It’s just that the girl is smart, but she is still too young to understand.

"Who knows?" Charles answered absent-mindedly, ignoring his love.

He was still thinking about what happened yesterday.

When he crowned Stannis, Charles was still a little unwilling to do so. Later, when the scepter turned all the colorful energy he had accumulated for a long time into "fireworks" and released, he even regretted running to "pretend".

But when the harvest was clearly placed in front of him, all this faint emotion was left behind by him.

Not to mention the "flying" experience, just being able to control a king's thoughts is enough to make him "satisfied", and then he thinks a lot.

"Will the demise of the Targaryen family in the former dynasty be related to this?"

"Make a certain influence and manipulation of a king's thinking..."

Charles felt that this ability appeared unexpectedly, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed reasonable.

After all, the scepter is good at bewitching people's hearts, and there is nothing to be surprised about if this unique skill is available.

As he thought about it, the noise in his ears calmed down unknowingly. After a while, Jon Snow hurriedly rushed up with a bad luck and a slap on his face.

He apologized to Charles, looked at Arya again, and then the more delicate illegitimate child followed by silently.

The illegitimate son and several other night watchmen came with the team, just to be the guide. After all, the private soldiers beside Charles don’t know where there is a heart tree outside the Great Wall.

As for the female savage who followed behind, Charles didn't know why.

After arguing, they followed him unconsciously?

He muttered secretly, and he looked up at the sky.

Snowflakes are flying around, but the sky is still covered with dark and dark days above the head. The White Walker will only appear at night, so Charles is not afraid of falling into the enemy's trap.

...

The team kept rushing, and the vegetation of the snow-white plains gradually increased. Soon, they arrived in the woods where the savage tribe was once stationed.

"Near the Great Wall, there is only a fish-beam in this white wood." Jon, who was calming down, explained this.

"The trees in this white forest have never spread outwards. In the past, we had enough manpower and cut down regularly every year. However, in recent years, there has been a shortage of night watchmen and it has not been done that for a long time."

"Afraid of the savages as cover?"

"That's right, after all, they used to..."

During the conversation, I kept moving forward in the snowy woods. After a while, the pale curved trees standing under the snow came into my eyes.

The bark of the fishweed tree is as gray as bones, and the seasonal change is completely useless north of the Great Wall, so that it looks bare and without leaves. The main trunk is winding and thick, and the branches are bent and lying down, buried in the snow and revealing a unique gray color.

As he approached, Charle turned over and dismounted and walked towards the beamwood.

This time, after he noticed that the enemy had changed, he wanted to come here to find the three-eyed crow, hoping to learn about the so-called ancient god.

But Charles was not sure whether this behavior could communicate with the Three-Eyed Crow. In fact, he thought that under normal circumstances, it was probably not possible. After all, the Three-Eyed Crow would not wait here to talk to him at any time.

But if he wants to say something to himself, he will definitely pay attention to the heart tree closest to Charles.

"Do I need to start praying? Sir?" asked Jon, who was walking beside him.

The Stark family basically believed in the old gods and was particularly popular, so the purpose of the illegitimate son here was to guide him, and the other was to pray and call the old gods.

"No need for now." Charles replied subconsciously, and came to the front and back of the fish beamwood body. The prompt from the True Eye made him look suspicious.

Then, under everyone's puzzled eyes, he squatted in front of the tree, took off his black mole's leather gloves, and stroked the strange human face on the tree that was deeply engraved on it.

The coldness suddenly spread from the arms all over the body. This coldness seemed to be a special force contained in it. Even if Charles had a special physique, he couldn't help but tremble.

Then, everything in front of him suddenly changed, and the originally dense forest turned into a towering hill in a blink of an eye!

His vision was at a high altitude, with black crows flying beside him. Looking around, the hills were isolated, and the surrounding land was covered with deep snow.

A cave like a gap is located halfway up the mountain, which is very inconspicuous, but Charles feels that there is a special sound of calling, so he simply sees it.

Then he turned around and looked around.

In the sky, in all directions of the hills covered with heavy snow, countless ferocious corpse ghouls walked slowly on the snow. Among them, ice-blue knights were dotted one after another, like shining pearls under the night sky, which were particularly conspicuous among the corpse ghouls.

The picture disappeared at this point, and the clearings in front of me became a forest clearing under the snow.

Shire, who was squatting in front of the fish beam, withdrew his hand and looked carefully at the vicissitudes of human faces deeply portrayed on the tree trunk, and couldn't help but frown.

I thought I might not have any rewards when I came here, but I didn't expect that the result would be achieved so simply - the Three-Eyed Crow was obviously unable to take care of herself at this moment, and I don't know when I left a "letter for help" here.

It is naturally even more impossible to explain everything to Charles.

"Without the savage, the White Walkers are starting to trouble the three-eyed crow?"

Muttering, Charles stood up.

He didn't know what this meant. But Charles vaguely remembered a sentence from the Three-Eyed Crow.
Chapter completed!