In the main hall of Winterfell, the gray-haired Maester Aemon spoke in a trembling voice.
"It is said that the thirteenth Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch once married a woman whose skin was as pale as the moon, her eyes were like blue stars, and her skin was as cold as ice."
"After bringing her back to the Nightfort, the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch made her his queen."
Maester Aemon looked through the books left behind by the Night's Watch. Although Castle Black now collapsed, those precious books were also lost in that catastrophe.
But Maester Aemon is like a living fossil, and much of the lost knowledge is still etched in his mind.
What he said comes from a book called "Watch on the Wall" written by a doctor named Hamun in the Citadel.
"Maester Aemon was right."
"This story is also spread in the north."
The dark-haired Duke Eddard Stark sat in the side seat. Snowflakes were still falling outside the window of the hall, and the warmth from the blazing flames in the fireplace kept everyone from being too cold.
Ed Stark has heard stories about the White Walkers from his wet nurse since he was a child, but in this story, the names of the people are more accurate.
The thirteenth commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch was a Stark named Bran. He married a White Walker woman and led the Night's Watch to independence.
However, the final outcome was that he was defeated by his brother, the real King of the North, and then disappeared without a trace.
"The White Walkers are the leaders of these dead people."
"The dead people we encountered before may just be the vanguard of the White Walkers' army."
Eddard Stark's words were heavy, and the atmosphere in the Great Hall of Winterfell was also somewhat depressing.
The White Walkers have only appeared twice in the long history, but unexpectedly it was his turn. Ed Stark felt a lot of pressure. He had to protect the people of the North because this was Stark's turn.
Family responsibility.
The other commanders in the hall looked at each other, feeling even more troubled.
Their family is still far away from the North, so they are not as anxious as the Guardians of the North, but they are also helpless in the face of such an enemy with unknown information.
"Maester Aemon, you are a man of great knowledge."
"What is known now is that fire will burn those dead people, but will fire have an effect on real White Walkers?"
Stannis, Duke of Dragonstone, was sitting on a side seat. He lightly rubbed the beard on his chin with his palm, and then asked abruptly.
He was the calmest among everyone present, because his fiefdom was on Dragonstone. Just like this time the king summoned the Iron Islands, but the opponent had no birds.
Although the Iron Islands have always had this style and attitude, most people still feel that the White Walkers and wildlings have nothing to do with the Iron Islands, and they can't swim across the sea. They even wish that the green land would turn into a mess.
"Fire has an effect on corpse servants transformed by White Walkers, but there is no documentation to support whether it has any effect on real White Walkers."
Stannis asked Maester Aemon a question, and Maester Aemon was not stingy with his knowledge and spoke in a trembling voice.
After all, this is a war for all mankind. When he chose to give up revenge and stick to his promise, he had transcended the shackles of his family bloodline and reached a level where the fate of the entire human race is connected.
"However, in ancient documents, there are mentions of the possible weaknesses of the two White Walkers."
"One of them is obsidian, or 'dragon crystal'. According to literature, dragon crystal can kill ghosts."
"The other method is 'Dragon Steel'. Valyrian steel weapons contain powerful magic. Your Lords' dragon steel weapons may be able to kill the White Walkers."
Maester Aemon sat in his seat and opened his milky white blind eyes and said.
"Obsidian? Dragon crystal? What is this?"
Robert, who was sitting in the middle seat and had not spoken for a long time, frowned and suddenly asked.
He had never heard of such a thing.
"obsidian."
"This material is forged deep in the earth's core with the fire of the gods."
"Thousands of years ago, the children of the forest used obsidian to hunt because they did not know how to smelt metal."
"They wore clothes woven from leaves instead of armor, and used bark as leggings, so they seemed to blend in with the forest. Their arrows and blades were all made of obsidian."
At this time, Maester Luwin of Winterfell happened to walk into the hall. Hearing King Robert's question, he subconsciously answered.
"There are still a few obsidian daggers and arrowheads left in Winterfell."
Then the fat Maester Luwin looked at his master, Lord Eddard Stark.
"grown ups."
"Letter from King's Landing."
In an instant, everyone in the hall focused their attention on Maester Luwin.
Because ravens only follow fixed routes to find fixed targets, all communications with the south now rely on ravens in Winterfell.
This letter could have been written to anyone present.
...
Viserys's quiet disappearance was only rumored among the upper echelons of Pentos.
The people did not know that His Majesty the King, who was extremely irresponsible for his own safety, went on a trip on a dragon by himself.
A coalition of nobles from all over the Seven Kingdoms gathered in Winterfell, preparing to face their greatest challenge.
Before, they had only encountered the vanguard of the Legion of the Dead, but the truly terrifying White Walkers had just begun to appear.
Nowadays, a world of great strife seems to be emerging, and all parts of the world are in turmoil.
Even in the distant Yi land, according to merchants, the emperor raised an army of 300,000 to conquer foreign countries.
The same is true for Da Caohai, which is sandwiched between Yi Di and the Free Trade Cities and has just experienced turmoil.
Before Viserys left Pentos, two rumors were circulating here, one of which was about the riots in the Sea of Smoke and the Gray Mist, and the other was about the unrest in Vaes Dothraki.
The three khalasars who had joined forces to conquer Pentos violated the sacred rule of not killing each other in the holy city, and started fighting, and the blood flowed for a while.
The final result was that none of the three Kaos were victorious, and were punished by the Horse God. Instead, they were taken over by a mysterious Kaa who didn't know where they came from, and finally won the fruits of victory.
This Khal called himself "Mengo" and had the same name as the first Khal who unified the Dothraki, named "Death".
But now he was sitting in a land of shadows, his face could not be seen clearly, only a pair of scarlet eyes. He was silent the whole time, and he could not even hear his breathing.
Behind him stood three people, two men and one woman, all wrapped in black robes and wearing wooden masks on their faces.
There were two pale tear marks on the scarlet wooden lacquer mask, which made people shudder.