"Sorry Sansa, Laila is my sister. She has never been out of the North in her life, so she doesn't recognize Tyene." Jorah knew that something was a little bad, and looked at Sansa, whose face was getting worse and worse, and quickly explained.
"I don't mean to blame her, magicians don't die that easily." Sansa raised her head and looked at the snow in the sky, and said towards the north: "Geralt, let's go back and find someone."
"Sansa, I suggest you go to Bear Island with us. Many ships got separated in the panic when we escaped. If the knights of Bear Island sailed the ships, they would most likely find their way home. Maybe they could wait at Bear Island.
You can meet the person you're looking for in a few days."
The two were about to leave, Jorah quickly persuaded them. It was not certain whether it was Tyene or not. The two magicians would definitely escape death if they returned to the Shadow Tower! Sansa was of noble status, the white-haired young man was also a magician, and the Bear Island fleet was protected by two people.
It's safer than walking by yourself.
Geralt also walked up behind Sansa: "The Green Seer's prophecy is for us to take a boat. These ice boats are also boats!"
Sansa thought for a while: "Let's go to Bear Island first to inform Winterfell that the important person in the prophecy may be Tyene, and may die or be captured by the White Walkers."
"Not sure yet! Do you really want to write it?" Geralt was a little scared.
Sansa: "Then remember to write the word 'possibly' a little bigger!"
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Witte, who flew back from the north, saw that the Great Wall was still intact, and a dark crowd was still gathering at the Castle Black training ground. Audaweiying descended, and when he was about to land, he found that they were all zombies, and he quickly flew to high altitude.
Werther looked down at Castle Black: "The Great Wall is finished!"
Ao Daweiying: "No matter how powerful the magic circle is, it will be destroyed one day, maybe it is man-made or it is time."
Werther asked Oda Weiying to fly back in a circle: "You have to leave something for them before leaving, in case the Night King is smashed to death!"
"I think so too!" Aoda Weiying began to gather his magic power.
"Don't save magic power! Let's throw them a big one and leave." Werther shouted, and at the same time started to cast magic on the top of the dragon's head.
A large number of flaming meteorites fell from the sky, mixed with thunderstorms, and raged in Castle Black. The corpses on the ground were blown into rubble together. The thousand-year-old castle was destroyed by Werther and Odaweying.
All the snow around Castle Black has melted, and huge columns of water vapor are rising into the sky.
If the Night King were here, Veidt would definitely jump down, ignore the White Walkers and vampires and go straight to kill the Night King. As long as he dies, most of the attack will be eliminated.
However, the larger building space here is underground, with passages extending in all directions. The zombies burn a group to death and another group crawls out of the underground, endlessly.
"Let's go, the Night King is probably still hiding in some cave in the north!"
One man and one dragon flew south.
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Winterfell has been as lively as a market these days. Every street is crowded with carriages carrying goods. Empty carriages enter the city and are loaded with goods heading south. There are groups of knights standing guard at every intersection.
There are also several gangsters hanging on each city gate who want to take advantage of the opportunity to rob.
Important supplies in the main city were transported away in carts, while the Stark family gathered in the tomb beneath the castle.
Eddard, Catelyn, Robb and Saran, as well as his son Robb Jr., Arya, Bran and Rickon, all stood in front of an ancient mottled humanoid stone with solemn expressions.
Maester Luwin held a large and thick book, which recorded the deeds of each ancestor of the main line of the Stark family: "This is the sarcophagus of Rickard Stark. He defeated the Swamp King and cut the Neck.
Entering the Northern Kingdom."
"Winter is approaching, and the descendants of the Stark family do not want to be at odds with their ancestors on the battlefield. I hope that their ancestors will understand."
Ed put his hand on the sarcophagus and said another blessing from the old god. After finishing this, Ed took a few steps back and said, "Open the coffin!"
Ado, who was two meters tall and covered in tendons, stepped forward and easily pushed the sarcophagus open a large gap, exposing the bones inside.
"The old gods bless you!" Robb stepped forward, spitting fire from his palms and burning the bones to ashes.
After completing this set of procedures, the Ed family moved to the side again, preparing to open the next sarcophagus.
While Eddard muttered something, Catelyn quietly asked Maester Luwin: "How many more?"
The number of pages in the book in Maester Luwin's hand did not match the number of sarcophagi. He explained to Caitlin: "This sarcophagus is Rodrik Stark who conquered Bear Island. Not all the heads of the Stark family are buried.
Here, some people who were shipwrecked or whose bodies could not be found only had their names engraved on stone tablets, and there were dozens more."
Saran on the side also asked Robb in a low voice: "The walls of Winterfell are tall and strong, and many people can live in the city. Why did you abandon Winterfell?"
Robb held Saran's hand tightly: "You have never been to the North. All the corpses in the North for thousands of years have been resurrected by the White Walkers. There are endless corpses there, there are people and animals. Winterfell is just a city. Once
Being surrounded, there is no way to retreat."
Saran raised his head and looked at Robb's side face: "Can't magicians deal with them? What about Werther? Can't Aldaweying also be able to deal with them?"
Robb shook his head: "A beheading executioner can cut off a hundred heads a day. A knight who has been trained since childhood wearing a full set of armor can swing a sword with all his strength a hundred times. He regards Master Witte as ten people, plus magic calculations."
Kill ten thousand ghouls, but this number is far from the endless ghouls!"
Just as Saran was about to say something, Robb added:
"Ghouls will not kneel on the ground and wait for someone to kill them! Under the command of the White Walkers, they can run, jump, hide, and can attack in formation like an army with weapons. Werther is a human, not a god. If
Even if he encounters a powerful White Walker or vampire Werther, he will be held back until his magic power is exhausted and his physical strength is exhausted and he dies of exhaustion.”
"Didn't Werther kill hundreds of thousands of people in Meereen?" Saran thought of a story about Werther.
Robb laughed in anger: "Is this the version you heard in the tavern or the version written by the maesters?"
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Maester Luwin's version."
"The death toll in a war is often attributed by historians to the person who initiated the war." Robb paused:
"Witt and the Academy had a good relationship before. From the time he was born to the age of twenty, the Academy's records about him were very objective and credible. Until the Academy established a branch in Tyrosh, the young bachelor of Tyrosh
I was dissatisfied with the old-school approach of sticking to knowledge in Old Town, so I started a school dispute, saying that this was an invisible war."
Saran also understood: "The result is that Werther's deeds were written down in the city as a stupid and stupid butcher and executioner who killed at will with the help of magic, and it was widely spread in Westeros through bachelors all over the world, but the real event records were only
Can we go to Tyrosh to find it?"
Robb almost laughed out loud when he thought of this and then quickly covered his mouth: "Neither Tyrosh! The maesters who fought against Tyrosh in Oldtown all did the opposite. They wrote in the history books that Werther was wise, mighty, and wise.
Ancient and modern, it’s like gods descending to earth!”
"this.
Saran was speechless: "King Renly doesn't care? Witte is his brother!"
"I don't know. Renly has never said anything about this in public, not even writing a letter of inquiry to the Citadel." Robb thought about it, this is really strange.
Saran didn't ask any more questions. She understood that it must be Werther and Renly who were behind this. Whether it was slander or good words, when the maesters of Tyrosh matured and the people in the city grew older, the side that won this invisible war would finally win.
It's Werther.
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Eddard's family was underground, in the luxurious guest room for distinguished guests on the tower of Winterfell. Werther was sitting on the sofa writing something. His right hand was writing and his left hand was not idle. The magic hand of the mage pressed down Sauron, who was crying and making trouble.
On the bed, Kui Lizard also sat beside the bed and continued to persuade Sauron.
Sansa's message from Bear Island was for Robb. Robb felt it was important and informed Werther.
When Robb walked out of Werther's room, he met Sauron. Robb, who was not good at lying, had an unnatural expression on his face. Anyone could tell that something was wrong with him. Unable to bear Sauron's troubles, Robb had to ask him to find Werther himself.
Indirectly confirmed that something big happened about Werther.
"What do you mean your mother? How many years have you and Tyene known each other?" Sauron kept making noises beside him, and Werther, who was in a state of uncertainty, was also confused in his words.
"I don't care, I'm going to find her!"
Werther put down the pen and paper and looked back: "On the count of fingers, it's only been more than nine years. Trine and I have been together for more than ten years. Can your relationship with her be as good as mine?"
"Then why don't you go find her?"
"I found it." Werther stood up and walked to the window sill: "I asked the Green Seer, but he didn't answer and just smiled at me."
"Green Seer?" Thinking of the all-knowing Green Seer Sauron, he stopped crying: "Then what does he mean by laughing? Is the mother dead or alive?"
"He didn't answer. After I said that I would grab him and throw him into the pile of White Walkers if I didn't give an accurate message, he smiled at me and said that this was a prophecy." Veidt clenched his fists. The Green Seer is too much
It's annoying, Werther is planning to mess with him too.
Quili: "Smile represents beauty, so Tyene should not be in danger."
"There are many kinds of magic, including out-of-control corpses and souls attached to objects. If this kind of half-death counts," Sauron was still worried.
Werther said to Sauron in the sternest tone: "The population north of Winterfell has been evacuated. You are not allowed to go to the north! If there is any news, I will go find her personally."
Sauron finally calmed down and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze.
The door to Witte's bedroom was left open, and a dozen northern nobles walked in. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, they all stood aside and no one spoke.
Werther, who was standing by the window, turned to look at Sauron, whose face was full of snot and tears, and removed the magic: "Kui Lizard, take him to wash up."
Kui Lizard picked up Sauron and dragged him on his hands. Seeing so many people coming into the room, Sauron, whose face was full of runny nose, was a little embarrassed and buried his head in Kui Lizard's open collar: "I don't wash my face!"
"Then let's go to the hot springs!" The seemingly thin Kui Lizard hugged Sauron like a stuffed toy, without bending or breathing, and walked out of the room under the watchful eyes of a group of northern nobles.
"Quizard Mage has a really good figure, with big breasts and a perky ass. He will definitely give Duke Werther a big fat grandson in the future!" Earl Roose Bolton looked at Quilizard's curvy figure stretched out by the tight black robe and complimented Werther.
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"I also have to find a female mage for my son, bring him up, get married and have children."
"I think you're looking for it for yourself!"
The other nobles laughed.
People in the north usually rush down the third street when talking. Here you have to do as the Romans do. Anyone who gets angry will be ridiculed and ridiculed by everyone. After everyone made two dirty jokes, Werther invited everyone to sit down and start talking about business.
Witte handed Bolton the few pages he had written before: "Now all the information about the White Walkers has been compiled together. This document describes how ordinary soldiers deal with White Walkers and vampires. You go find Ed and let him know how to deal with them."
Print as much as you can and distribute it to the literate knights as soon as possible."
"This is a good thing. Take a look at it, Lord Rickard." Roose Bolton read it and handed the paper to the Karstark family member next to him.
Every region is not peaceful. All the vassals in the north are loyal to the Stark family. The interior is roughly divided into two factions, one is loyal to the Stark family, and the other is headed by Roose Bolton.
The Dreadfort has the second strongest military force in the North. No matter how Roose Bolton was in the original world, he showed no signs of rebellion here. Werther couldn't kill him just because he couldn't stand the fake smile on his face.
A few pages of paper soon came into the hands of Jon Amber. After reading it, he said loudly: "It said that the obsidian dagger is very brittle and will break easily when it is poked into the armor. Then I might as well just use my ax to smash it over. It's so expensive."
Why bother!"
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They will still attack you, and in your hands, the obsidian dagger is like a toy. As long as it pierces any part of the body of the ghoul, it will kill you with one hit!"
Earl Jon wore heavy leather armor, and at over two meters tall, he sat a head taller than Werther.
"I'll call you Great Jon. I believe that you and your son Little Jon are both first-rate and outstanding warriors!" After being praised by Werther, both Jons sat up straight and raised their chests.
"The things written on these pages may seem like trivial matters, but in fact they are related to everyone's lives! The reason why I asked you lords to come here in person is to make you pay attention!" Witte stood up from the chair:
"The people of the North are brave, and they still dare to attack in the face of powerful enemies. The best warriors and generals are always at the front of the team! However, facing the army of White Walkers and zombies, if you continue to fight like this, you will only increase the White Walkers' manpower.
, become the enemy of the living!"
Great Jon also stood up, looked down at Werther and shouted: "We in the North have no cowards! First the Night's Watch lost the Great Wall, and now they are thinking of giving up Winterfell before fighting the White Walkers head-on. That's what you southerners are like
Fighting!"
People who have never suffered losses will only believe in their own judgment after all. The difficulty in fighting the White Walkers is not the materials and numbers, but people's stubborn concepts and traditional sense of honor.
Seeing his father getting angry and confronting Werther, Little Jon stood up knowing that Werther could not be offended, and stood firmly by his father's side.
The other lords did not speak, and were all looking at what Wit would explain next. Roose Bolton quietly waved his hand to Wit, signaling that Wit should not be angry, as the northerners were so bad-tempered.