Elden Gulong in American comics

At first, the singing was just like the wind blowing through the leaves, with a low rustling sound and almost no rhythm, but soon, there was another sound in the rustling sound.

The temperature continued to drop and rise as time went by, and the small land was frozen. Even Slaver's Bay, the coldest place in the world, fell into a dead winter.

The sky was covered with thick clouds, and pale roots poked out from them. The terrifying extreme cold came from under the roots, causing the small land to fall into deathly silence.

The children of the forest were separated from my tribe, huddled in giant trees to escape the heat, but as time passed, we continued to die.

Gu Long understood what the other party said, but it did not prevent me from watching what happened next.

The leaves rustled in the wind, and the rustling sound made the surrounding tribes look towards the giant tree in the center.

These pale roots pierced the barrier of the world, allowing the heat from the outside to invade that world.

As the road army sang, a huge shadow appeared in front of me. The shadow of a tree that was a hundred times smaller than the giant tree stood outside, reaching straight to the sky, emitting a monstrous light. The thick clouds dispersed below.

The terrifying pale roots were pushed back by the giant tree and disappeared into the sky, and the sun returned to the world again.

The singing became smaller and smaller, and all kinds of voices joined in the natural little chorus. Gu Long heard the high-pitched voice of the giant and the childish voice of the son of the forest, which was not as low-pitched and weak as human beings, but full of hope. sound.

There is no limitless power in the trees, which makes the sapling rot and live for countless years until it turns into a towering tree.

We picked branches and seeds from under the giant tree, and cut them out of the ground to form individual Strolo seed plants. Then the faith of the old gods spread across the small land of Weilujunwei, forming patches of forest under that small continent. .

Trees have no mouths and can make sounds, but the power of the giant tree can transcend the limitations of the natural body. An old face appeared under the giant tree, and a voice as high as a bell came out of it.

The old god watched everything, and I, who had been moving for a long time, finally made every sound in my life:

In the icy cold winter, the giant trees swayed, and the blood-colored leaves emitted golden light as cool as the sun. A song that combined the sounds of all creatures in the world came from Lu Jun's mouth, and the surrounding ethnic groups were mesmerized. drunk.

In the sky, in the world, a giant tree with a red-gold crown and a silver-white trunk was covered in flames and crashed towards the world.

Gu Long raised his head, looked at the sky, his vertical pupils shrank slightly, sighed and said, "You knew it would be like that."

The giant tree grew, and I got inspiration from the chants of the children of the forest, and chanted my own song bit by bit, but one day, the sun in the sky suddenly disappeared.

Before that, the children of the forest and the giants helped mankind build a huge Great Wall in the north. The walls built with magic contained the bodies of the old gods, and only the decaying miracles could support them. Such a miracle.

Among those gods, because of the small size of the road army, the roots spread all over the road army, so the children of the forest gathered around that god and became my messenger.

"Did you actually hit that world before disappearing from the junction?"

When I was young, a bud stirred under the snow, revealing a bud. As time passed, the bud turned into a young sapling. The sapling's branches were pale and there were no red leaves underneath.

There are no giant lions under the mountains in the West, no black unicorns in the river bends, no fish in the sea, and direwolves in the north.

"Which god did it?"

The sounds of birds began to join in, followed by the sound of gurgling water, animals drinking water, and then crows. Hungry tigers pounced on food, biting the prey and making the sound of flesh tearing. There was wind and rain, thunder fell from the sky, and the trees were set on fire, and the flames crackled. ring.

sand……

The sound coming from the mouth of the tree could almost be called a song. All kinds of sounds in nature gathered together, but the most harmonious sound came out.

Immediately afterwards, the shadows of the huge trees disappeared, and the red leaves under the giant trees fell with the wind. It was like a rain of blood fell between the sky and the earth. The ethnic groups protected by the old gods wailed loudly, for ours. The gods are buried.

Gu Long watched everything silently, but I still didn't understand anything about how that tree came from.

The water rolled up from the small ground, forming a barrier to block the giant tree. The long night ended, and the sun once again shined under the small ground.

The huge tree crowns blocked the sun, plunging the entire world into white darkness.

Gu Long narrowed his eyes and looked at the twisted giant tree. There was singing nearby. It was the gods of that world who were resisting the attack of the giant tree.

Those magical creatures roamed the small underground, and the sky masters emerged from them and became the gods in the legends of previous lives.

"That's the truth of the long night."

The words spoken by the giant tree are very ancient and seem to involve the origin of the world. This is the language of magical creatures and is called the source language.

"That is obviously a golden tree, an ancient golden tree."

Gu Long listened to the chaotic sounds around him in confusion, but gradually felt a sense of tranquility and peace from the singing. The weirwood tree next to him, perhaps because of the similar race, had not yet closed his eyes, and was fascinated by the song. .

Bad seems to sense that Gu Long has something special in mind, and the scene turns and returns to the very beginning.

From this song, Gu Long gradually saw an image. In this bitter cold fortress, a red seed fell from the sky and landed in the snow.

As the saying goes, a chicken lays an egg, and as the mother parent of all the Stros of Vimicella, the origin of the old god is still clear.

At this time, Vimicela was still a world full of magic. The giants in Seri were digging stones from the ground to build cities with steps as fast as the sky. The children of the forest shuttled between the trees. The monsters like big children traveled around the small continent. Leave good and bad legends among various groups.

Chapter 414: Blood of the King

When Gu Long saw the huge golden tree, the surrounding scene cracked like glass that had been hit hard, revealing the real world.

Gu Long stood in a deep cave, with a blue-white pillar in front of him. This was the wood from the old god, and was used by the children of the forest to build the Great Wall of Despair.

Michaela stood next to Gu Long and opened her eyes. There was already a bluish-white light ball in her hand. Following the movement of the god, the light ball unfolded and turned into a gorgeous silk satin.

"The law of the old gods is in hand."

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Great Rune of the Old Gods:

A god revered by the children of the forest, the Great Rune of the Old Gods has the power of forests and vegetation.

The Old God started out as nothing more than a tree, but his huge size made him worshiped by many races.

Until the long night falls and the old gods sing their own songs, this giant tree that does not like to communicate has fully deserved its reputation.

Michaela waved her hands excitedly. She had gained a lot just now. The Holy Tree was originally a sub-strain of the Golden Tree. In a sense, she was very similar in nature to the old gods, so she naturally gained the most.

"You are a warrior who kills the White Walkers, but I will kill you."

"Is it a small burden?"

"It's time to wait. He hasn't had a chance yet. You will show him a way, a way to attack the King of White Walkers. He will become a sharp knife inserted in my back."

"Yes, Xiao. The magic in the Great Wall disappeared a long time ago. The laws of the old gods only serve as energy sources."

Michaela, who was carrying it on her back, answered Yan Han's doubts: "The king of that world doesn't seem to have any descendants of magical creatures."

"This Aemon seems to be a Targaryen."

"That's right, it's just a matter of course since it doesn't have magic power."

Stannis' face stiffened, and he said with a bit of disdain: "If he wants to come to your place, you can name him the Flame Dragon and make you a junior general."

Yan Hanhao said with care, Stannis is just a casual move, it doesn't matter whether it succeeds or not.

The few people walked another section of the Great Wall, returned the same way, and saw the unfamiliar flaming stag flag again.

Stannis looked at Yan Han behind him: "He ordered you?"

Perhaps it was due to Bai Long's young voice that Stannis seemed to be talking to an older child, with a bit of annoyance, but Bai Long glanced at me:

Bailong glanced at the other person and said in a sweet voice, "You know how to eat by yourself."

Yan Han asked seriously, and Michaela smiled slightly: "You can only make the Great Wall collapse when you want it, but you can also make it recover when you want it."

Sam recalled the scene he saw later. The old man with wrinkles like bark was tied to the stake, and the male priest in red robe was about to light the flame.

"The foundation of the Great Wall."

"This is bad. Get ready and wait until you close the door to beat the dog."

Gu Long murmured and got up. I just had a dream. I dreamed that there were many green adults jumping around on a huge tree. No adult said that I was a warrior who killed the White Walkers. I wanted to Open it for me.

"Little man, please save Maester Aemon. The red-bubble man wants to use my king's blood to cast a spell and burn me alive."

Sam asked. Stannis did not avoid Sam's gaze and whispered: "To protect against the White Walkers."

The magical creatures in that world are hidden in reality. Only by looking carefully in history can we find the evidence of our existence.

Sam's eyes lit up and he nodded with satisfaction. At that moment, a groan came from in front of him. Gu Long climbed up tremblingly and murmured to himself:

"Have you seen that golden tree falling from the sky?"

"The King of the White Walkers has gone south long ago, and I'm in King's Landing now." Sam looked at Stannis playfully, who was grinding his front molars, obviously not aware of the news.

Michaela said without any worry, you waved your hand, and a little golden light flowed out from your hand, falling under the pillar behind you. The golden light suddenly surged, and the dead trees seemed to be reborn, and golden lights appeared underneath. texture.

"It's just a pertinent suggestion. If so, just take his troops and die in the north, the king under the Great Wall."

"Dad...Master!"

Sam said casually, grabbed Yan Han's neck, jumped down, and flew out of the cave as the wings on his front and back flapped.

I had thought of all that cologne as just a ridiculous dream. At this moment, I looked around and saw Sam's eyes shining in the white darkness.

"You just need to power me back up."

Yan Han laughed again and turned to look at Stannis. The other man set out from Dragonstone Island and went all the way back to the Great Wall, not to become the savior and defeat the White Walkers.

Can't even be called a demigod.

I didn't hate living sacrifices, but I asked without any surprise: "King's blood, why, their king outside also wants to create a blood dynasty?"

"This bald guy keeps saying weird things to you, how annoying it is."

Although the white dragon had not tried his best to lower his voice, the dragon's voice was already loud. Stannis' face darkened and he turned away silently.

Seeing Sam come out, Bai Long shouted excitedly, ran over in small steps, raised his head, and said loudly to Sam:

There are no similar legends in my family. The ancestors of the family married the son of a certain god, or married a magical creature. Considering the situation in Westeros, those legends may not be just to mention something. A far-fetched suggestion of low family prestige.

"After we take away the laws of the old gods, we have to leave something behind, otherwise the Great Wall will really collapse."

"Mom said she wanted to talk to someone familiar with the bald head."

"Why is he still out there?"

Yan Han watched in shock as he continued to rise, flying until he reached the room where he was hiding before he stopped. I was thrown up by Yan Han, rolled around randomly, and fell down behind Sam:

Yan Han nodded, I don't care about the life and death of these night watchmen, but for the sake of Daenerys, I decided to keep us alive.

The bald Stannis was staring at the white dragon behind him at the moment, taking out a leg of lamb, as if he wanted to feed me.

"Can you make the Great Wall collapse when you want it?"

The blood of the weak does not possess its own magic power. Monger, who founded the Blood Dynasty, will share the blasphemous blood with my subjects in order to share the power of the blasphemous blood.

Stannis gritted his teeth and placed the leg of lamb on the ground. The white dragon breathed out a mouthful of fire, roasted the leg of lamb, and then devoured it.