Viserys followed the son of the forest girl Ye Zi and the girl into the cave under the heart tree.
And the old man, who was entangled with the roots of the Heart Tree, stared at Viserys and said abruptly.
He has pale hair and a single scarlet eye. His whole body is integrated with the roots of the heart tree. He is ragged and skinny, like a corpse. There is a large dark red birthmark from his neck to his cheeks.
The roots of the heart tree penetrated his thighs and poked out from his shoulders. Dark red leaves grew on his bones. Gray mushrooms occupied his forehead. A thin root came from his other empty body.
It came out of the eye socket, crawled down the cheek and plunged into the neck.
He is Brynden Rivers, the "last green prophet" known as the "Three-Eyed Raven".
Viserys heard the other party's opening remarks, and his expression was slightly stern, but he did not panic or deny it, but calmly asked.
At the same time, many speculations began to come to mind.
"You recognize me?"
His true life experience has always been an unsolved mystery, and only he knows it.
If there is anyone in this world who can see through his true nature, the Three-Eyed Crow is definitely the most likely one.
Because the other party holds the power of the old gods, he can freely travel through the past world, and can even occasionally jump out of the water of history to peek into what may happen in the future.
Brynden Rivers may have made a prophecy about himself, after all, Viserys was the last heir of the Targaryen family at the time.
As a "noble bastard" of the Targaryen family, Brynden Rivers abandoned his former identity, but the blood flowing in his body still made him concerned about the destruction of the kingdom.
"No, I don't know you"
"I don't know what kind of existence you are."
However, the Three-Eyed Crow shook his head and denied that he had merged with the Heart Tree, half-relying on it and unable to move. He had remained in this position for who knows how many years.
"But I am certain that you are not Viserys."
"Because I have seen Viserys' future."
"He is pathetic, stupid and cruel"
Viserys will be a beggar king in the future. He has an ill-fated fate. He raises his infant sister alone and wanders among the powerful families of the trading city. He even sells his mother's crown.
These extreme contrasts have led to the distortion of Viserys's character in the future. If he had followed the original trajectory seen by the Three-Eyed Crow, he would never have become the new king who opened up a new country and ascended the Iron Throne.
The three-eyed crow's voice was hoarse and low, echoing quietly in the empty cave.
The girl with snow-white hair, the child of the forest, could not understand the conversation between the two people and just stood there silently in a daze.
Another leaf, who had traveled to the human world, turned his head and looked at Viserys in surprise.
Although she was not quite able to understand it, the last green seer thought that 'he was not him', and the silver-haired human youth did not deny it and seemed to admit it.
He's not him?
Who could that be?
Although Ye Zi has lived for more than two hundred years, she has had too little contact with the outside world and her mind is still pure. Her little head is running rapidly, but she has not figured out what they are talking about.
"What should I call you?"
Then the three-eyed crow asked.
"Let's call him Viserys."
The silver-haired young man pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand, nodded slightly with a calm face, then looked at the white-haired old man in front of him, changed the topic and asked.
"You sent someone to find me?"
"Yes, it's me."
The white-haired old man nodded, his voice hoarse and vicissitudes of life.
"Why?"
"Because my time is running out."
"What?"
Viserys' brows suddenly frowned.
In his opinion, the Three-Eyed Crow was quite capable of hiding under the Night King's nose for so long.
Since he saved the other party this time and the location of the heart tree is not fixed, why didn't the Three-Eyed Crow take the opportunity to escape?
"His divine power can spread to the corners of the world, but his true form cannot leave the north of the Great Wall."
"This is a past event that cannot be appreciated by outsiders."
The old voice of the Three-Eyed Raven sounded, and it seemed that he already knew what Viserys was thinking.
"However, in the same darkness, the light of the weirwood is always like a beacon in the dark night. The cold god will come looking for us one day."
"And you can't stay here forever."
really.
If the Heart Tree cannot completely leave the north of the Great Wall, it will one day be found by the servants of the Cold God, and Viserys will not be able to stay in front of the Heart Tree forever to protect it.
He also has his own family and friends south of the Great Wall, ministers, nobles, soldiers, and even civilians who choose to support him and place their ideals and future on him. He is the hope in the hearts of countless people.
Of course, as many people in the world support him, there may be as many people who oppose him.
Viserys does not have such a great sense of responsibility, and he will not choose to sacrifice himself for the so-called protection of the world.
Of course, he is not extremely egoistic, otherwise he would not have gone to the expedition to Westeros to prevent the White Walkers from continuing to move south.
In the face of some crises, he may choose to do his best and assume his own responsibilities, but if he really cannot do it, then there is nothing he can do.
The life and death of the weirwood has nothing to do with him.
People south of the Neck are more accustomed to calling it the "Heart Tree". This habit comes from the human faces on the weirwood trees.
People north of the Neck, in the north and even beyond the Great Wall are more accustomed to calling it by its original name, weirwood.
Viserys also called it a weirwood after the Three-Eyed Raven.
However, Viserys just nodded slightly, but then he realized that the words of the Three-Eyed Crow were full of great information.
"Huh? What did you just say?"
"Is this weirwood the Old God?"
The silver-haired young man had a somewhat surprised look on his face, even more surprised than when Brynden Rivers had exposed his base as soon as he came up.
Because although he has seen so many wonderful magics and beliefs in this world, he has never seen a real god.
god.
How could he not be surprised by the presence of a living God?
"have no idea."
But Brynden Rivers just shook his head.
"This is just my guess. No one in this world knows who the old gods are, and even the name old gods does not exist."
It's just that the Andals brought the belief in the Seven Gods after they invaded Westeros. In order to distinguish the Seven Gods from the gods worshiped by the ancestors, people called them the Old Gods and the New Gods.
"But this weirwood is most wonderful, for all my strength comes from it."