Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"No, I don't know you..."

"I don't know what kind of being you are."

However, the Three-Eyed Raven shook his head and denied it, saying that he and the Heart Tree had become one, and he was half-leaning there, unable to move, and had been in this position for who knows how many years.

“But one thing I’m sure of is... you’re not Viserys.”

"Because I once saw the future of Viserys."

"He was pathetic, stupid, and cruel..."

Viserys' future is that of a beggar king, whose fate is full of misfortune. He raises his infant sister alone and wanders among the noble families of the trading city-states, barely surviving. He even sells his mother's crown.

These extreme contrasts led to Viserys's distorted personality in the future. If the Three-Eyed Raven had shown him the original trajectory, he would never have become the new king who opened up a new country and ascended the Iron Throne.

The Three-Eyed Raven's hoarse, low voice echoed quietly in the empty cave.

The snow-white-haired forest girl couldn't understand their conversation and just stood there in a daze.

Meanwhile, Ye Zi, who had once traveled through the human world, turned around in surprise to look at Viserys.

Although she didn't quite understand, the last green prophet believed that 'he is not himself,' and the silver-haired human youth did not deny it, seemingly acknowledging it.

He is not himself?

Who could it be?

Although Ye Zi had lived for over two hundred years, she had had very little contact with the outside world, and her mind remained pure. Her little brain was working rapidly, but she still couldn't figure out what they were talking about.

What should I call you by your name?

Then the Three-Eyed Raven spoke up and asked.

"Let's keep calling him Viserys."

The silver-haired youth, with one hand on the hilt of his sword, nodded calmly, then looked at the white-haired old man before him and changed the subject, asking a question.

"You sent someone to find me?"

Yes, it's me.

The white-haired old man nodded, his voice hoarse and weathered.

"why?"

"Because my days are numbered."

"what?"

Viserys's brow furrowed slightly.

In his view, the Three-Eyed Raven must have some skill to have been able to hide 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 doesn't the Three-Eyed Raven take the opportunity to escape?

"His divine power can spread to every corner of the world, but his true form cannot leave the north of the Great Wall."

"This is a story that is not for outsiders to know."

The Three-Eyed Raven's aged voice rang out, indicating that he already knew what Viserys was thinking.

"However, even in the darkness, the light of the weirwood tree will always be like a beacon in the night, and the god of cold will eventually come knocking."

"But you can't stay here forever."

indeed.

If the Heart Tree itself cannot completely leave the north of the Wall, it will eventually be found by the servants of the Cold God, and Viserys will not be able to stay in front of the Heart Tree to protect it forever.

He still had his family and friends south of the Great Wall, ministers, nobles, soldiers, and even commoners who chose to support him and placed their ideals and future on him. He was the hope in the hearts of countless people.

Of course, for every person in the world who supports him, there is probably just as many who oppose him.

Viserys doesn't have that much of a sense of responsibility; he wouldn't choose to sacrifice himself for the sake of supposedly protecting the world.

Of course, he wasn't an extreme egoist, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of leading an expedition to Westeros to stop the White Walkers from continuing their southward advance.

Faced with certain crises, he might choose to do his best and take responsibility, but if he really can't, there's nothing he can do.

The life or death of the weirwood tree was none of his concern.

People south of the Neck Marsh are more accustomed to calling it the 'Heart Tree,' a name derived from the human faces depicted on the weirwood.

North of Jingze, people in the northern border regions and even beyond the Great Wall are more accustomed to calling it by its original name, Yuliangmu (Fish Weirwood).

Viserys also called it Weirwood, following the Three-Eyed Raven's name.

However, Viserys had just nodded slightly when he realized that the Three-Eyed Raven's words contained a great deal of information.

"Huh? What did you just say?"

"Is this weirwood tree the Old God?"

The silver-haired youth looked somewhat surprised, even more so than when Brinden Rivers had immediately exposed his background.

Although he had witnessed so many wondrous magics and beliefs in this world, he had never seen a true god.

God.

How could he not be surprised to have a living god right before his eyes?

"do not know."

However, Brinden Rivers simply shook his head.

"This is just my guess. No one in this world knows who the Old Gods are, or even the name 'Old Gods' exists."

However, the Andals brought the belief in the Seven Gods after invading Westeros. To distinguish the Seven Gods from the gods worshipped by the First Men, people called them the Old Gods and the New Gods.

"But this weirwood is the most wondrous, because all my power comes from it."

The Three-Eyed Raven spoke.

Chapter 505 The Secret of the Three-Eyed Raven

Then, at the Three-Eyed Raven's prompting, the Forest Child Leaf went outside and brought out a 'stool'.

But it is actually the stump of a dead tree.

The children of the forest are the best environmentalists. They do not easily cut down the trees in the virgin forest, but instead actively protect the forest because it is their home on which they depend for survival.

"Please sit down."

Ye Zi brought Viserys a stool, and Viserys politely thanked her as usual, which made the girl blink.

"I've heard that human kings never say thank you."

"Who told you that?"

"A human farmer traveling through Westeros."

Viserys shook his head immediately upon hearing this.

"The farmers also believed that the king tilled the land with a golden hoe and could eat three pies a day."

"So what is the reality?"

The forest girl blinked her curious eyes, hugged her knees, and sat on the ground next to Viserys, asking a question.

The purity that Leaf exudes is indeed completely different from the world. Viserys was born in the court and later appeared in King's Landing, Braavos, Pentos, and other places, where he was accustomed to lies.

He had never seen such pure eyes before, and they even amazed him, making him feel a sense of not wanting to hurt them.

"In fact, human kings do not till the land themselves, much less use golden hoes."

"As for pies, they may be a good food for farmers. Being able to eat three pies a day is already a very happy thing."

"For the king, there are many foods that are better, more delicious and more nutritious than pies. Even when it comes to pies, the king's pies are completely different from the farmer's."

Viserys patiently explained to the forest girl.

"What did the kings eat?"

"This...that's too much! Roasted lamb leg? Honey roasted chicken? Snake stewed with mint? Cheese-baked snails?"

The silver-haired youth pondered for a moment and listed a few examples.

"And when it comes to pies, the king would choose pigeon pie, lamprey pie, and so on."

"Pork pie?"

"Oh, pork that hasn't been castrated has a bit of a fishy smell. To be honest, I used to love eating pork, but I don't really like it anymore."

Viserys and Ye Zi, one big and one small, sat down and started chatting.

Meanwhile, the snow-white-haired forest girl brought a cup made of rolled-up leaves, filled it with some spring water, and presented it to Viserys.

Viserys learned that the other person did not understand Common Tongue, so he asked Leaf for her name. Leaf replied that her name would be very long in Common Tongue.

Then Leaf looked at her companion and noticed her snow-white hair, which was clearly different from her own. She then told Viserys to call her 'Snow-haired'.

The children of the forest are a little 'shy' by nature; they are afraid of humans. However, for some reason, the silver-haired youth may have exuded a unique influence that made Leaf and Snow Hair temporarily put aside their fear and hostility towards humans.

The three-eyed raven, 'bound' to the roots of the weirwood tree, saw the three below chatting animatedly, especially Viserys's slightly shimmering pale purple eyes, and finally couldn't help but cough lightly.

"cough--"

However, he coughed once but received no response, so he had to cough harder and louder to get the attention of the three people below.

What's wrong?

Leaf hurriedly stood up from the ground, thinking that the last green prophet was sick.

Because the human body is really too fragile, it can only live for a few short years, and the slightest disturbance can kill it at any time.

"I am fine."

Brynden Rivers' voice was hoarse and weathered, masking his frustration. He looked at Viserys with his only eye and spoke.

"Let's get down to business, Viserys."

Brinden Rivers then began to recount his past.

His real name was Brynden Rivers, and he had Targaryen blood flowing through his veins. He had a dramatic and extraordinary life, serving as the Hand of the King and competing with Aegon Rivers, the "Cold Iron," for a woman. He eventually joined the Night's Watch and became Lord Commander before disappearing without a trace.

This is the life trajectory of Brynden Rivers that everyone knows.