Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

If it were anyone else, without the help of the black mist, they would not have been able to maintain their self-respect under the impact of the old gods' power.

Viserys sat on the tree stump, panting heavily, a look of relief in his eyes.

However, after absorbing the power of the Old Gods, he could sense that there was no malice in their power.

It is a tree, the weirwood tree that stands above him now, a tree that has grown from ancient times to the present.

However, no one knows whether the Old Gods created the Children of the Forest, or whether their consciousness was born through the sacrifices of the Children of the Forest.

The Old God deliberately concealed its past.

It passed on its power to generations of the Children of the Forest until the Children of the Forest gradually died out and no one in the tribe had the talent to become a Green Prophet. Only then did the Old God turn its attention to humanity.

It simply wanted to hand over its power to someone more suitable to carry it out, without considering the impact its power would have on that person.

Therefore, none of the Green Prophets throughout history could escape without a counterforce, including Brynden Rivers, Brandon Stark, and others.

"The Green Prophet is dead."

"What exactly happened?"

The Forest Children girls looked sad, then turned their gaze to Viserys, and the girl named Leaf spoke in Common.

They had just been right next to the two men, but they didn't know what had happened. The Green Prophet was talking to Viserys when he suddenly paused and then breathed his last.

Viserys, who had just broken free from the power of the Old Gods, was panting heavily, his eyes still filled with relief. Then, upon hearing Ye Zi's words, he looked up at them and at the corpse of Brynden Rivers.

He then shook his head and spoke.

"I don't know, perhaps his time is coming to an end."

"He passed on the divine power of the weirwood to me."

Viserys didn't recount what had just happened, but he also understood the Three-Eyed Raven's plan.

They lost themselves under the impact of the ancient gods' power, but they were still unaware of it, still believing that they had normal thinking and had simply become detached from the mortal world.

The way the Three-Eyed Raven attacked Viserys clearly shows that it was indeed the work of the 'Duke of Bloodraven'.

He anticipated that Viserys might not want to become the next Green Prophet, so he set this trap to harm Viserys.

If successful, he could break free from the shackles of the Divine Tree, enter Viserys' body, eliminate his influence, and allow the world to continue operating on its original course, or he himself could ascend the Iron Throne.

If he fails, Viserys will devour his spirit, forcing him to become the next Green Prophet, and he too will not escape his scheme.

Therefore, the Three-Eyed Raven was indifferent to the outcome of the mental battle. Regardless of success or failure, from the moment Viserys received the branch of the Heart Tree and was moved to go beyond the Great Wall, his calculations had already succeeded.

"You have become the next Green Prophet?"

The Forest Child girl's expression shifted slightly upon hearing Viserys's words, for she had sensed a power within him that was intimately familiar to her.

Even the way they addressed each other changed from 'you' to a more respectful form of address.

Viserys nodded slightly, then leaned on the hilt of Twilight's sword and stood up from the tree stump, while Balerion, who was resting outside, let out a low growl.

The dragon was extremely sensitive to the presence of magic. It had just sensed that something was wrong with Viserys, but before it could react, the strange feeling vanished in an instant.

Viserys telepathically told Balerion that he was alright, and then turned to look at the Children of the Forest.

"The divine tree's true form will be destroyed by the God of Cold."

"But I will not stay in the borderlands forever."

"I still have my country, my family, and my people."

Viserys just mentioned these things in his conversation with Brynden Rivers. Viserys's reluctance to accept the power of the Old Gods is because of these concerns.

The two forest children looked at each other after hearing Viserys' words. Leaf translated Viserys' words to Snow, and the two nodded.

Then Leaf turned to look at Viserys.

"We are willing to follow in your footsteps, Green Prophet."

Chapter 511 Bottomless Pit

The last Green Prophet is dead, and Viserys has absorbed the power of the Old Gods.

Viserys was naturally pleased that the last of the Forest Children were willing to follow him into the distance; otherwise, they too would have been lost to the annals of history.

However, when Viserys asked about the other children of the forest, the leaves told him that the rest of the children of the forest were either underground or in the trees.

"Underground? In the tree?"

Viserys looked puzzled, and then Ye Zi explained.

"You may not know, but this is the final resting place for the children of the forest..."

The children of the forest are born of nature and die in nature; when their lives are about to end, they will choose a way to end their own lives.

One way is to become one with a weirwood tree and become a member of the forest, while another way is to walk into the abyss beneath the sacred tree and never return.

"This was our homeland before the First Men came to this land you call Westeros."

Leaf's expression turned serious for the first time, especially when Viserys suggested he wanted to see the abyss, she warned him that doing so was extremely dangerous.

"This place is where millions of bones are buried, and it is said that they can extend to the endless depths of the earth, even reaching the earth's core."

“Even though we have lived here for millions of years, we have still not explored the secrets of the Forgotten Road.”

The sacred tree grows directly above this bottomless abyss, right beneath the feet of Viserys and the Children of the Forest, and as the abyss shifts, so too does the sacred tree.

Perhaps that's why the Three-Eyed Raven claimed that the White Walkers would find him sooner or later, because the Godwood grew above the cave entrance, and its existence was like a beacon in the darkness, from which they could never escape.

"Could it be that the White Walkers are truly searching for the entrance to this abyss?"

Viserys' expression shifted slightly. He then perused the Three-Eyed Raven's memories, but the answers he received were somewhat ambiguous and failed to confirm his thoughts.

Even though he wanted to travel through time to see the past, he didn't have specific time coordinates.

"I want to see this forgotten road."

Viserys expressed his desire to see the ancient road.

After discussing it for a long time, Ye Zi and Xue Fa finally nodded and decided that they could take Viserys to see him, since he had become the last Green Prophet and was considered one of their own.

Viserys then followed the two girls along the path inside the cave, deeper beneath the sacred tree.

The surrounding area was filled with dense roots, and it was completely silent as the light gradually dimmed.

Viserys lit a torch to light his way until all the outside light had disappeared, leaving only the torchlight to dispel the darkness.

After walking down this winding, downhill path for an unknown amount of time—perhaps half a day—the cave stretched through the entire mountain. Even Viserys couldn't help but feel sleepy, and the two forest maidens were also exhausted when they finally reached the entrance to this bottomless pit.

But this path, which the children of the forest call the 'Forgotten Path,' has not yet reached its end; it stretches deep into the cave, with no end in sight.

The entrance to the cave wasn't very high; Viserys was just tall enough to walk in upright.

"This is it."

The girl with the withered little flower on her head turned around and spoke.

Viserys's gaze sharpened slightly as he looked at the cave entrance. A sense of danger instinctively welled up within him when he saw the bottomless pit.

This feeling was very similar to the feeling he had when he saw the black mist rising into the sky in the Valyrian ruins.

"I'll go in and take a look."

He then gently squeezed the torch in his hand, stepped forward, and shone the torch into the depths of the cave.

The firelight easily dispelled the darkness and illuminated the cave, which looked like an ordinary cave, but it stirred a sense of danger within Viserys.

Then, the handsome silver-haired youth, holding a torch, took a few steps forward and entered the mysterious cave, while the two forest girls standing behind him watched him nervously.

"Watch out, Viserys."

Once they got to know him, Viserys told them to call him by his name instead of always calling him the Green Prophet.

"Don't go too far into the cave, or you'll never come back."

Ye Zi spoke nervously, reminding them that this was one of the ways the Children of the Forest ended their lives when their time was up. However, as far as she knew, none of the Children of the Forest who went in had ever come out successfully.

The records left by the tribe also warn the tribespeople that unless they are committing suicide, they should not go near this cave.

"I see."

Viserys, of course, heeded Ye Zi's warning. Holding the torch, he nodded slightly with a tense expression.

In fact, he sensed an inexplicable sense of crisis the moment he stepped into the bottomless pit, which was even more terrifying than when he was outside the pit, making him feel a chill run down his spine.

He then took another step forward, then squatted down and picked something up from the soil.

"This is..."

Viserys looked at the object in his hand, weighed it slightly, and then frowned.

"The obsidian spearhead?"

"Was a war once fought here?"

This obsidian spearhead is very roughly polished and carries a heavy sense of history. Perhaps a warrior, a son of the forest, once wielded it to fight against enemies invading the forest.

Now, the coarse hemp and wooden stick that bound the spearhead have been rotten by time, and even the Forest Warrior has turned into a handful of yellow earth, leaving only this spearhead behind.

However, at that moment, the scene around Viserys changed, gradually distorting until it revealed a completely different, thriving world.

Bright sunshine, fresh soil, and entwined green vines—everywhere is brimming with vitality.

Rumbling--

The giant, his feet firmly planted on the ground, wielded a massive, uprooted tree as a club, and galloped into the distance.

"Roar--"

The enormous Western Mountain Lion roared, shaking the forest. Unicorns formed a white sea in herds, their thick, towering tentacles pointing straight to the sky. Endless packs of ice field wolves and herds of mammoths were all heading in one direction, seemingly engaged in a war.

"What era is this?"

Viserys stood still, calmly observing everything before him. The obsidian spearhead in his hand had shed its historical patina and shone with a new brilliance. It was bound with a coarse hemp rope, from which hung several skulls, connected to a long wooden stick.

A dark-skinned, short but strong son of the forest, dressed in clothes made of leaves, naturally took the spear from Viserys's hand, speaking in an ancient language that was incomprehensible, and then raised his arms and shouted.

"Ohhhh!!!"

In the forest, countless children of the forest responded to his call and charged into the distance.

"Hey, my brother."