iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 629 The Last Green Prophet

"..."

A hoarse and aged voice seeped out from the shadows, as if from another world.

As the eerie whispers hovered above, Green's fingertips touched the ruby ​​hilt of "Lady of Emptiness's" sword, and the voice vanished.

Green Kleiber put his hands behind his head and stared silently at the dim sky above, a way he didn't like.

After a pause, Green picked up the bell next to him and shook it.

Before the bell's echo had faded, the door was quietly pushed open, and Sir Brienne Tass, who was keeping watch outside, slipped in sideways carrying an oil lamp.

"His Majesty?"

Sir Brienne's voice was low and slightly rough. After a pause, Green, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, nodded slightly to her: "Please light the candles."

Candlelight flickers.

Ser Brienne returned to him, her face showing concern and anxiety: "Your Majesty Green, were you... having a nightmare?"

She secretly sized up Green while picking up the golden wine jug and pouring him a glass of wine.

"Nightmare?"

Green smiled, took the glass of wine she offered, and said, "To be precise, I was disturbed, but 'he' will not become my nightmare."

he?
who is he? !

Brienne grew increasingly puzzled, but not curious. She straightened her back and said, “Your Majesty, please give your orders. The Kingsguard are the King’s shield and sword.”

Glancing at the incredibly solemn Brienne, Green smiled gently and gestured to the seat beside him: "Please sit down, let's talk."

Thump thump.

Brienne's heart suddenly raced. She hesitated for a moment, expressionless, before sitting down with her knees bent, the armor rustling softly against the velvet sheets.

The deep red wine rippled in the glass, and Green's voice drifted over slowly: "Jazz, a guy who likes to hide his true colors... what method do you think we should use to catch him?"

Brienne snapped out of her reverie, her blue and brown eyes briefly meeting in the candlelight before she looked away like a startled bird.

Then, staring at the iron gloves she was holding, she parted her thick lips slightly and said, "I think the best way is to find a lure that will make that person show themselves."

After a moment of silence, seeing that Grimm was thinking, Brienne said again, "Your Majesty, perhaps we could try... a bounty?"

Green nodded slowly: "They are all good ideas."

He downed the drink in one gulp, then patted Brienne on the shoulder before lying down.

"Sir, you will stay here to keep watch tonight."

Brienne got up as soon as she realized Green was about to get into bed, and seemed to think she had misheard: "Here?"

"Ah."

The cautious King Green shifted his body, making room for half of the bed, his voice drowsy: "I'll give you half, you can go to bed and rest too. Hmm, remember to stay alert, Sir."

After a pause, he murmured, "Don't be wary of me. Your armor is the best protection. I have experience."

Sir Brienne glanced at Green's back as he lay on his side, and stood frozen in place like a stone statue.

After a while, she tiptoed over and extinguished the candles and oil lamps in the room.

The king's bedroom returned to darkness.

Brienne unfastened the sword from her waist and lay down directly under the king's bed.

.........

.........

The full moon hangs like a wheel, and stars surround the sky.

Bran Stark listened blankly to the whispers in the darkness, letting a raven hop around on his body.

He, the crippled boy, sat on a throne made of weirwood.

The boy's eyelids twitched slightly. After experiencing the biting cold beyond the Great Wall, his first impression of this cave was still one of extraordinary warmth.

Inside the cave, the roots of weirwood trees, arching out of the soil and rocks, were everywhere, intertwined with each other.

With only black soil and white tree roots, this is a world of black and white.

Opposite Bran was a gaunt old man with his eyes closed; at first, Bran thought it was a corpse. A blood-red stain stretched from his neck to his cheek, and his white hair was as delicate and fine as roots, long enough to drag on the ground. The tree roots coiled around his thighs looked like snakes carved from wood.

A tree root burrowed into the dry flesh of his thigh and emerged from his shoulder.

A cluster of deep red leaves peeked out from his skull, and gray mushrooms were scattered and growing on his forehead.

His pale body seemed to blend into the tree roots, and he looked like a child being embraced by them.

They called him—the last Green Prophet.

He was also called the Three-Eyed Raven, but he only had one, and it was red, shimmering like a blood-red lake.

……

Bran thought the Three-Eyed Raven could cure his disability, but 'he' told him—you can never walk again!
Upon hearing this, she burst into tears like a little girl.

The three-eyed raven then told him—you will fly.

Then, the world began to spin.

He saw white trees, a black sky, and red flames; everything was shaking, tumbling, and spinning.

then.

He then sat on the weirwood throne, unable even to crawl on his arms, as the white roots holding him firmly in place.

……

"Let me go, I want to go home!"

Tears welled up in Bran's eyes. He and his companions had trekked here with great difficulty, and now not only were their dreams shattered, but they felt like prisoners.

The Three-Eyed Raven seemed to awaken, its red eye scrutinizing Bran. Its cracked lips moved slowly: "Beyond the Alien...become a true Green Prophet...and you can go home..."

Bran sniffed: "I don't believe you!"

The Three-Eyed Raven slowly uttered in a dry voice: "I have been watching you for a long time... watching you every moment... I saw your birth... I saw your first step... I heard your first words... I entered your first dream... I am an observer of your life... You were destined to come to me... Brandon Stark..."

Bran turned his face away: "No, I don't want to trust you."

The three-eyed raven fell silent again, and the cave seemed to fall into endless silence once more.

I don't know how much time has passed...

The Three-Eyed Raven roused Bran: "Your father is dead..."

Bran's eyes instantly filled with tears as he opened them: "No way! You're lying to me!"

"She's not dead...a dangerous follower of the Others...she resurrected Eddard Stark..."

"Death still looms over him..."

"He encountered an invincible enemy..."

"Only you can save him..."

As the Three-Eyed Raven's cry faded, Bran asked anxiously, "Please, I must save Father. What should I do?"

The Three-Eyed Raven repeated, "Beyond the Alien...become a true Green Prophet..."

Bran nodded: "How can I become the Green Prophet?"

"I will prepare..."

……

When Bran was awakened again, the entire cave was filled with a red glow.

It was a torch, and he couldn't help but squint.

His vision gradually cleared, and he saw the thin figure standing in front of him—it was Jojan Reed (Chapter 223).

Bran asked in surprise, "Jugen? Where are the others? Are they alright?"

They kept their promise, and Jojan Reed had clearly recovered from the ordeal of the journey.

But that familiar face was filled with anger, weariness, and trouble.

Jojen Reed's deep green eyes seemed to look somewhat sad: "They are all well, we have food and a warm fire."

(End of this chapter)