"You should leave now! The Night King is not far from here. He will soon find this place based on his scent at such a close distance."
Back in the cave, Brynden said with some regret that he also wanted to teach Bran for a while longer, but time did not allow it.
"What will you do after we leave?" Bran asked worriedly, looking at Brynden's body that had already been connected to the tree.
Although Brynden failed to cure his leg, Bran was a little disappointed, but after Brynden's careful teaching during this period, Bran no longer had no feelings for him as he did before.
"My time is up. I won't live much longer even if the Night King doesn't come. But I'm a little worried about you and me." Brynden looked at Bran and was very satisfied with the performance of this heir. Bran's talent was much better than his.
"Before you leave, I'll give you another piece of advice. Don't spy on the black dragon casually. He already has the ability to interfere with Green's vision."
"Before you run out of strength, you will most likely be locked in the Green Vision like today and unable to exit. You may then be killed in the Green Vision."
When Brynden mentioned Drogon, Bran's confidence in knowing all kinds of secrets through the greensight was severely hit.
He was also impulsive and wanted to spy on Drogon again, but he forced himself to hold back because he was afraid that Drogon would really kill him.
From the first time he saw Drogon, he felt as if Drogon could see through him, and it seemed that he had no escape from him.
Brynden also knew that the black dragon had dealt Bran a severe blow, but now with his remaining divine power he was not sure he could deal with the black dragon.
Brynden was not sure he could kill the black dragon when Bran first spied him.
So much time has passed now, and no one knows how much the black dragon has grown. Brynden is even more unsure. If he acts rashly, it will only bring more trouble to Bran, and it is possible that the inheritance of the Greenseer will be cut off from then on.
"Leaf and the other children of the forest will take you to the Wall, where your brother Jon is. It is not suitable for you to stay here now." Brynden continued to explain his last wishes.
Bran knew that Brynden couldn't move, so he could only listen to his last instructions silently.
"Go ahead..." Brynden urged, having said all that needed to be said.
Meera packed Bran's luggage, and the group headed south, led by four children of the forest.
A day later, the army of white walkers arrived at the Weirwood Cave as expected. The Night King walked into the cave with several white walkers. He looked around and found no trace of Bran, so he slowly walked towards Brynden.
"I didn't expect you to come so soon. It's a pity that you are a step too late. Your kid has already left here." Brynden looked at the Night King's sculptured face and said with a smile.
The Night King, who had been looking at Brynden woodenly, suddenly changed his eyes when he heard his words, and then returned to normal. He raised the broad machete in his hand and was about to chop at Brynden.
At this moment, the whole cave suddenly shook. The Night King lost his balance and put down the machete in his hand to look at the stone walls around him that were covered with weirwood roots.
The tree roots moved like little snakes, pulling out from the stone wall and binding towards the Night King and his men.
Bigger and thicker tree roots also stretched out from the ground, and rubble began to fall from the top of the cave.
The Night King swung his weapon and cut off the tree roots that were entangled with him one by one, but more and more tree roots came to entangle him again.
He glanced around, chopped off the tree roots in front of him, then suddenly squatted down, with the five fingers of his left hand spread out and pressing against the ground.
An icy blue color emerged from his hands and spread around.
When the tree roots touched the ice blue, they immediately turned into ice bars and shattered.
Seeing the ice magic cast by the Night King, Brynden did not panic. He slowly raised his arm that was originally fused with the heart tree.
The entire cave shook even more violently, and large chunks of rock fell from the ceiling and walls of the cave and hit the Night King and his companions.
After freezing the tree roots, the Night King walked towards Brynden again. Seeing the Night King getting closer and closer, Brynden roared to the sky, and the arms transformed from tree roots suddenly raised to the sky.
The whole cave made a loud roar, huge rocks fell, and the cave collapsed. Before the Night King could reach Brynden, who was bleeding from his mouth and nose, he was blocked by the fallen rocks.
But he was still unwilling to give up Brynden, so he moved the boulder away and walked towards him again. At this moment, the ground suddenly collapsed, and the Night King, his men, and Brynden all fell underground...
More than three hours later, the original weirwood cave area had turned into a huge pit. The dilapidated White Walker army around the pit looked at the pit expressionlessly and did not move.
At this moment, a slight noise suddenly came from the originally quiet pit. The noise continued, and a pale arm stretched out from the edge of the pit and slowly crawled out of the pit.
It was the Night King who crawled out. Several of the horns on his head were broken, and his light armor was no longer straight as before. Almost no part of it was intact. His knife-carved face looked more like uneven plaster and was very funny.
Standing on the edge of the huge pit, the Night King looked at his subordinates who could not climb out of the pit and the White Walker soldiers who fell in, then came to the White Walker army, rode on a skeleton horse, raised his machete towards the direction of the Wall in the south, and let out a howl from his throat that sounded like a human, but more like a wolf.
...
Eight days after leaving Volantis, the fleet passed through three of the nine free cities: Lys, Myr, and Tyrosh.
When the three cities heard that Daenerys was going to Westeros, they sent her a lot of gifts.
Reese sent their specialties, various red wines, white wines and brocades.
Myr is famous for its handicrafts, and is rich in glass, carpets, and telescopes. The captains of Daenerys' fleet use telescopes produced by them.
Tyrosh sent pear brandy and exquisite armor. The armor was not only inlaid with precious gems, but also engraved with fish and bird patterns. It was said that it was very popular among the nobles of Westeros.
Looking at those fancy armors, Drogon guessed that Little Rose's brother, the Knight of Flowers, Loras, should be wearing this kind of armor.
In addition to these three cities, even Lorath, the smallest and poorest of the nine trading city-states far away from Tyrosh, sent walrus, whale oil, seal skin and other specialties from afar.
The warm welcome received from several major cities along the way made Daenerys, a Targaryen who was originally thought to be forgotten by the world, more confident in the battle for the Iron Throne.
My mood improved and my appetite improved, but I only tasted a little of the food they brought me, and I didn't dare to eat too much of the dessert.
Drogon's thoughts made her worry about her figure. When Jhiqui was helping her bathe, she specifically asked her if she had gained some weight.
Hearing Daenerys' sudden concern about this issue, Jhiqui took a closer look and confirmed that Daenerys was much fuller than when she was in the Dothraki Sea, but she was not obese.
Daenerys felt relieved after getting Jhiqui's serious answer, but she still didn't dare to eat too much dessert.
All the major city-states sent gifts and invited Daenerys to visit their cities, but she politely declined.