"You need stepping stones to ascend to the throne."

"Punch stone?"

"Yes, there is no need for angel pulling, no need for demon sacrifice, and no need to hunt elemental spirit bones. Necromancers only need to find the right stepping stone to be promoted to a true extraordinary person, ancient demon, elemental species, evil creatures, angels, and even humans, anyone, as long as he has this qualification, we can step on it to the throne!"

"Anyone?"

"Yes, anyone!"

“Where should I look for it?”

"You can try to hunt ancient demons in the forest first. If it really doesn't work, you can only cause trouble for the demon apostle, or those genre mages can do it. Of course, if you have to, we can also try to ambush a church ring, and maybe they can inherit their heavenly bloodlines, hehe."

...

The sleepiness was calm, and the malicious laughter seemed to still echoed in my ears. The conversation between a man and a woman in the Black Castle faintly made Shir realize something.

Is this the way for necromancer to advance?

He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling hidden in the darkness and thought secretly.

“How to use the so-called stepping stone?”

He didn't know that his previous dream was just a conversation, without substantial operation, and he didn't know what to do.

"Maybe after I go out, I should find a way in the dungeon." Thinking of this, he lifted the bedding and began to wear clothes.

Today was a busy day. I watched the duel in the morning, ran to an unknown red wasteland to "commission" at noon, and attended another dinner held in Winterfell in the afternoon.

And he didn't stop at night, and he dreamed of some of his "aunt" memories in his sleep.

Until this time, he had to go out again.

It seems that it is late at night now. Under normal circumstances, he would not wake up so early. He wakes up just because of the prompt from the Eye of Reality.

【Your spirituality is touched by special forces】

The real eye can even show prompts when dreaming. I have to say that this is really a very "concerned" ability.

So what is this special power?

Without thinking about it, Charles thought of the woodland behind Winterfell.

The sacred wood forest, the heart tree, or the so-called old god.

This was the second day and half of the night after he arrived in Winterfell. Except for the beginning, he did not encounter any abnormal situation. He thought that the "crow" would keep hiding like this, but he unexpectedly suddenly appeared in the middle of the night.

"I feel so tired when I am free, but my feet don't touch the ground when I am busy." While secretly complaining, he was not displeased, but was quite expectant.

"If it can communicate, it's just right to ask about the White Walkers."

The world here is called the Song of Ice and Fire. Charles feels that the so-called world should be inseparable from the words ice and fire, so he cares a lot about dragons and White Walkers.

Otherwise he would have no other clues.

Wearing clothes, guards took turns to guard the door. This was arranged by Mrs. Stark himself, and with his always respectful attitude, Charles said that he was very helpful.

So Shire did not refuse her request to treat her son, but when things came to an end, Mrs. Stark began to hesitate - after all, someone needed to make sacrifices, and Winterfell did not seem to be suitable for him now.

When he walked out of the room, he called out, and the group walked towards the Shenmu Forest.

Winterfell was very quiet at night. Except for the guards who protected important figures, no one was awake. Walking in this ancient castle, the sound of breathing, footsteps, and the sound of wind outside were clearly audible.

From the main fort, through the courtyard, through the corridor and several spires, he finally came to a woodland blocked by dense branches.

At the sign of Charles, the guards guarded the entrance of the Shenmu Forest, while he stepped in alone.

Under the dense shade of trees, the cold moonlight shone, and two wolves discovered his arrival, one gray and the other black.

The gray end looked at him quietly, then lowered his head and pulled up the surface covered by rotten dead leaves, while the black end barked at him a few times. After Charles looked at it, he fled in panic like a coward.

Compared to its brothers, the wolf's emotions were really unstable, and he discovered it last time Charles came.

But this was just a small matter, and Charles didn't care much. After stepping into the woods, he swept around and then came to the white heart tree.

[The tree of the fish beam in Winterfell is very old, and its body contains special power and spirituality]

【It is wary of you】

A tree's vigilance?

Shier was stunned. Then he squatted down and looked at the human face on the tree carefully, and then put his hands on it.

At the same time, a sigh appeared in my ears.

"Your soul is very strong, I can't enter your dreams. I can only use this method. Please forgive me."

The voice seemed to be heard beside him. He turned to see an old man in a black robe standing beside him without realizing it.

The old man had gray hair, a black robe, and looked kind, but his eyes were quite deep and quiet.

"Three-eyed Crow?"

Shire asked tentatively.

He doesn't have much memory of this show, but he still has some impression of the extraordinary power inside.

"Just call me Brinden."

Seeing Charles stand up, the old man in black robe looked at him quietly, "How should I call you? Is the Charles Colanston they mentioned? Or the Son of the Seven Gods, or the New God?"

"You can also call me Shire." Shire replied.

"Shar Koranceton." The three-eyed crow muttered silently, and then said, "I have seen your ex, but he is not as young as you. In fact, I have seen all the Seven Gods Sons of the Seven Gods Church in the past dynasties, including Raffle, the last son of three hundred years ago, so I am familiar with you. So, how much do you know about me?"

"If possible, I think you can introduce yourself." Charles didn't think that some of the clips in his memory could "fool" others, so it's better to be honest from the beginning.

The old man looked at him clearly, then thought for a while, and said concisely: "Six thousand years ago, this continent was shrouded in the glory of the Heart Tree, until the Andals and the Seven Gods they believed in landed on the Five Finger Peninsula and began to squeeze our living space."

"Now, you also see that the Heart Tree has lost all its power outside the North."

"So we are enemies?"

The old man said in a calm voice: "We may have been enemies, but before the real war comes, we must unite."

Speaking of this, he suddenly performed an ancient etiquette on Shire: "The Stark family should have had a disaster without the protection of the old gods, thank you for saving them."

"Protection?" Shire raised his eyebrows and thought of some unlucky little guy who was broken into crippled on his castle.

As if he had guessed what he was thinking, the Three-Eyed Crow sighed: "The Starks are crucial, and Bran is especially so. I cannot let him leave the north, he will encounter danger, great danger in the south."

There is indeed danger.

Charles thought to himself, so he turned to ask, "What is the crisis you are talking about? White Walkers?"

"The White Walkers, the Night King, and the power behind them, the dark, terrible power."

The old man murmured and stared at Shir and said, "You may have strong power in the south, but now you have lost all your power when you are in the north. Not to mention that north of the Great Wall, it is the land of eternal winter, the realm of the strange gods. He is accumulating strength to break the Great Wall, and if this happens, your power will not be able to resist them until the Night King kills everyone. So, please help me, and you cannot let it succeed!"

Shire didn't comment on this.

What the old man said is not wrong. Judging from the duel this morning, he was indeed suppressed by a lot of power. And if the north of the Great Wall is really the territory of another "god", then the "Seven Gods" of Charles will only be even worse.

But do you think I only rely on this to make a living?

Charles smiled, without any explanation. Instead, he asked, "So you asked me to come out because you hope I can help you?"

"Yes."

"How to help, what are you doing? You said, I don't have much power here."

"A group of night watchmen are stationed at the ancestors' Quan Peak. They are already shrouded in the darkness. I can't help them. I hope you can help me inform Stark that there is his illegitimate son among them."

"Why not do it yourself?"

"The Northern Army is stationed in the wolf forest, and at this time the wolf forest is penetrated by the power of the drowning god, and I cannot get close to it." The old man shook his head, "What's more, I am different from you, and I can't communicate with others casually."

He said, and suddenly said with a serious expression: "You should also be careful that God's power is in the sea, but if it wants to, it can do a lot of things on land. I don't know what it wants to do specifically when it takes its energy to go ashore, but it will definitely not be a good thing. God's servant is a servant of darkness, and we should be wary of it."

God of drowning...

Charles was confused about this, and he had no idea about this god in his memory.

But since he can invade the north and the person in front of him has no power to backhand, he should be "powerful" than the local old god, right?

By the way, this guy looks very weak, maybe he might take advantage of the situation and robbery.

Shire thought, and suddenly thought of a robbery.

"By the way, since I have lost all my strength, do you mind if I accumulate strength in the north?"

Hearing this, the three-eyed crow was silent for a moment, and then sighed: "I can't stop you, either. My power has been spent too much in the land of eternal winter. But please don't cut down the tree of heart, please."

After saying that, he shook his head, and everything in front of him faded away.

Open your eyes again, the environment is dim and the heart tree no longer has its former spirituality.

Retracting his hands that touched Xinshu's cheek, Charles stood up and thought.

To be honest, even if this person didn't ask for his help, Charles would take the initiative to come over, but now this is a sense of "taking the initiative".

I won't mention this point for the time being.

The things he said forced Charles to think deeply.
To be continued...