Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire.

Chapter 269: The Green Man
267. Prophecy, Green Man

The tide came in, and the salt water soaked around his legs.

The mute crew took away his sacrificial robe, leaving him with iron chains and blood scabs on his body, which were wrinkled and white. The sourness and pain always came when the tide came in. If he exerted a little force, the blood scabs softened by the sea water would crack, and red liquid would flow out from them.

Was it Rees's dye? Aeron felt as if he had been completely immersed in the sea, his eyes filled with mist.

What the eyes saw were mute sailors, monsters of all shapes and sizes, jailers whose skin had been rotted by water lice, and old men carrying lanterns.

I could hear the sound of rusty chains rattling in the deep cave in the distance.

He wants to scare me, using the same cruel tricks he used to play as a child, Aeron thought.

The sound of the rusty chains disappeared, and a woman, a young woman, walked in, dressed in the attire of a noble lady from the Green Land.

"Woman," he said, "I am a servant of the Drowned God, and I command you to untie me."

She put the rice on the stool beside him and scooped a spoonful into his mouth.

"Porridge and honey," she said. "I can't let you go."

"Where is this?" Aeron asked. He knew where this was, Oakenshield Island. Euron showed it to him personally, with a proud look on his face.

"Oakshield Island, Father's castle."

"Who are you?" Iren asked. This woman was the most gentle and beautiful person he had seen recently.

"Faria Flowers, I will be Lord Euron's concubine."

Iren moved his neck. "Woman, stupid woman, run away. He will torture you until you die."

"You are so stupid. I am his beloved," Falia said with a smile. "He gave me many gifts, silk, gold, silver, rare furs, and jewels so precious that you can only find them in the East Continent. He called these 'rags and rotten stones'" The woman smiled.

"I feel like I am about to get pregnant, with the water of life welling up in my belly like the tide crashing against the rocks at the seashore," she laughed. "My sisters looked down on bastards and made me serve them at their meals. Now, I have countless robes to wear, and they can only serve everyone in the hall naked. He loves me, Euron loves me."

Aeron stopped arguing and began to cry out, mourning for her.

"You, you must write me a letter, to my brother, Victarion."

"No," Faria took back the bowl, stood up and stepped back, "He left, taking all the ships with him."

"Where did he go?" Aeron's first reaction was that Victarion had betrayed Euron, but this was indeed a fluke. Anyone would betray their lord, but Victarion would not.

"Bring the Dragon Queen from the East Continent, and the three dragons. I am Euron's salt concubine, but my love needs a rock wife. We will be as close as sisters."

Aeron could not hear her voice, and the sound of rusty chains rubbing against each other came again, as if he had been immersed in the water again.

Euron was coming, he could sense it clearly.

"Brother, it's best that you're not dead. Your blood, your sacred blood, is still useful to me." Euron said.

Aeron didn't want to talk to him, so he just said, "I curse you."

"Save the strength to speak to your god, brother." Euron's lips were blue. He took out a stone bottle and a wine glass. "You are so thirsty. Drink a sip of Night Shadow Water."

"No!" Aeron felt as if he had returned to his childhood, when he was tortured by Euron behind the rusty iron chain. He accused loudly in the most majestic tone of a priest, "You are provoking the wrath of God!"

The water of night shadow, sticky and thick, was poured into Aeron's mouth.

The huge and towering throne was made up of sharp steel barbs and broken swords. The bodies of the gods were pierced on the highest blades. The girl, the father, the mother, the warrior, the blacksmith, the old woman and the stranger were all hung there close together, along with the foreign gods, the supreme shepherd, the black goat, the three-headed god, the king of light, the pale holy child, and the butterfly god of Nas.

The Drowned God dragged his bloated body, half of which had been eaten by crabs and the rest was rotting, with sea water flowing down his hair.

As for Euron, he sat on the Iron Throne, unrecognizable, looking like a squid with wriggling tentacles all over his face. Beside him, a woman held a pale flame.

The mute crewman came in, poured water on the sleeping Aeron, and dragged the chain.

"The dead never die." He heard the gods shouting in the depths of the ocean, "Stop Euron."

Once again, Aeron was tied to the bow of the Serenity.

Faria Flowers, naked, with a slightly swollen belly, tears on her red cheeks, and her mouth open with no tongue, was also tied up at the other end of the bow.

The oarsman's drum beats slowly sounded, and the "Serenity" sailed into the sea.

"Where are we going! Euron! Where are we going!"

"Redwyne Strait, my dear brother." Euron seemed to be in a particularly good mood, and he even greeted Aeron slightly.

The boat sailed into the calm lake. Attis stood at the bow, with the God's Eye Lake reflected in his sight.

Anguy and Harold rowed, and the red monk Moqorro pointed the way.

Ten ships, blue-robed, winged knights of Attis, slowly spread out around the lead ship like an open fan.

The sky was still dark, the morning sun was hiding in the east, its dirty blood quietly dyed the black sky red, and the clouds looked like the gold it had stolen.

Thousand Faces Island is dark green, like a castle covered with dead trees and withered flowers.

"It went unusually smoothly. There are no crows anymore." Moqorro looked relieved.

"Gah!" The crow stood on the branch, looking at the approaching person. "Gah, ga!" The crow spread its wings and, like in Harrenhal, opened up a direction in the sky.

Attis walked ashore, and countless faces were facing him, as if they were kneeling in mourning together, with their closed eyes weeping blood.

He looked behind him and saw people in blue robes coming ashore one after another, looking around vigilantly.

"Thirty," Attis said, "just like the number of warriors the First Men brought with them in the oath."

He looked into the depths of the forest. "Where are you? Children of the forest? Giants? The creatures beyond the Wall?"

The sound echoed in the long path in the deep forest. At first, it could be distinguished as a human voice, but later it turned into a shrill cry, like the scream of an abused cat.

"We need steel and eagles."

This was not Ange's voice, nor was it Harold's voice, nor was it the voice of the many silent blue-robed monks, and it was certainly not the voice of the red-robed monk beside him.

Sweet and high-pitched, a woman's voice, with an unfamiliar rhythm and a trace of sadness that strikes the heart.

Damn it, why would he have such an idea? Atis frowned and looked into the darkness.

"She" came out, smaller than the little girl, with a cloak of leaves covering her skin, spotted like a doe.

The eyes are large and clear, a blend of gold and green, like morning clouds falling into a shallow green pool, and long and narrow like a cat's eye.

The blue robes were silent, this time not because of the demands of the lord or the discipline, but because of the deep shock that went straight to their hearts.

"We need it, Artis, and his steel." She approached Artis, her brown, red, and blond hair a mess, streaked with vines and dead flowers.

"Take me to your Lordship." He pondered the words. "Lord."

Compared to this group of ancient races, human language seems a little childish.

The Child of the Forest nodded and waved his torch.

The road was covered with soft pine leaves, and no sound could be heard underfoot.

They were going underground. Attis noticed that the slope was going down, and the sky above, which was covered by the branches of the fish beam wood, was surrounded by walls made of a mixture of mud, pine needles and stones.

White branches, with pale whiskers floating on them, he opened his eyes wide.

"It's the roots of the weirwood trees," the Child of the Forest explained. "We'll get there if we pass through it."

It's easy to say, but the journey is very long, and wearing light armor makes me more tired.

They walked out of the dark tunnel and entered the depths of the forest.

More children of the forest, with narrow, glowing eyes, each one staring at them.

The man in blue robe wanted to draw his sword, but was stopped. They walked in silence, and Attis could feel Ange's nervous breathing behind him.

"Follow me, knights." Attis said to those behind him.

Water had seeped under their feet and they trampled on the water, which startled the "person" next to them. It was called a person because it was similar in shape, but not in size.

The giant turned his head, with his face like an oval barrel facing them. There was a canopy covering his head, and if you didn't pay attention you would think it was another fish beam tree.

"May the Seven Gods bless you." Harold prayed.

The neat formation was suddenly in disarray, and the men in blue robes looked nervous and looked at each other.

"Hurry up!" urged the Son of the Forest.

They followed him, through the trees.

The giant beasts and strange flowers behind them could no longer shock them, because they had already witnessed the most horrifying stories circulating in the castle.

"We're here," she said softly.

The green pool of water is also the map of Westeros.

Standing on the reef, a child of the forest who was equally short but wrapped in many red vines looked at them. Three-eyed crows stood in a row on the thick branches.

"We need you, leader of the Andals."

Atis looked at him and walked to the edge of the pool. "I really want to know how the Children of the Forest and the Ancients, who have these weird spirits and so-called magic, lost their homes to the Andals."

The Child of the Forest shook his head. "We gradually became weaker, and you came even stronger."

"I don't understand. You can make the water of the Trident rise in winter, and you can crush the Wall of Dorne with the Hammer of Seawater, but you can't stop humans from destroying and occupying your homeland?"

The Child of the Forest shook his huge eyes. "Magic has a high cost and only works at critical moments. If it loses its effect, we can't stop humans. You know how to fight better than us."

It walked down the tree trunk, came to the edge of the pool, and waved. Deep in the leaves, Melisandre curled up at the roots.

Artis looked at the child of the forest, "Let's begin."

(End of this chapter)