Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 357 Song of the Wind (recommendation ticket requested)

The blood-red leaves like human palms reflected the sky, and the bone-like branches grew on all sides, covering the earth like a dome.

One hundred girls in animal skins and small bronze scimitars hanging from their waists, holding hands with holy expressions, danced counterclockwise around the weirwood tree trunks, singing high-pitched and rough old-language sacrificial songs.

Under the tree canopy, there are thousands of savages watching solemnly, most of them are dressed in animal skin clothes, and they are dressed like men, women and children in the team of freedmen outside the Great Wall.

Just further in front of the weirwood, there were dozens of warriors with bronze swords at their waists and bright yellow bronze armor, and beside them were women in simple linen with tears in the corners of their eyes, looking sad.

There were other humanoids besides humans, gray hairy giants with short necks and heads tilted forward, and there were people Dany had never seen before: dark chestnut-skinned, with big ears, delicate features, and small like squirrels.

Most of them have big golden eyes, but the five standing in the front have green or red eyes.

Dany stared at them curiously, and the five green-eyed or red-eyed squirrelmen suddenly turned their heads and looked at her in surprise.

It took her by surprise.

"What, Master Prophet?" One of the warriors noticed the strangeness of the squirrel man, and asked in a low voice.

It is an old saying.

He was a lean man in his early forties, with a horse face, brown hair, and deep gray eyes.Although there was also a long bronze sword hanging from his waist, but in his right hand he held a smooth weirwood cane.

"No, maybe it's a hallucination." A red-eyed squirrel man was uncertain.

"No, I feel it too." Another red-eyed squirrel man said seriously.

"We all felt it." The other three looked at each other and said together.

The squirrel man also spoke an ancient language, with a strange and peaceful breath in his voice that seemed to calm storms and tsunamis.

"Then, will there be any problems with the priest?" The horse-faced man unconsciously clenched his cane tightly and asked worriedly.

"No, what my father promised will never change." The five squirrel people said in unison, with solemn and pious expressions.

At this moment, the girl's song gradually reached its climax, and the huge human face carved on the tree trunk seemed to come to life, and the serious expression gradually became sad and helpless.

The woman in the front row couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.

A sacrificial song was about to end, a girl turned her head to look at the woman, and then a hundred young girls pulled out their small scimitars at their waists, bloody palms and leaves suddenly rattled, and the old man on the tree trunk had a more sad expression on his face.

"嗤嗤嗤嗤嗤" the singing stopped, and the girl immediately stabbed the dagger into her heart, stretched her arms forward, and grabbed it towards the tree trunk, with a happy and satisfied expression on her face, and fell to the ground.

Looking carefully, the corpses of hundreds of girls were neatly combined into a pattern of anti-spiral swirls.However, the blood flowing from their hearts did not flow wantonly, like spring water melting into a dry desert, and the brown soil on the ground eagerly sucked every drop of blood that fell.

There was not even a small pool of blood on the ground.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" the woman wept, and the men in bronze armor felt uncomfortable too, their eyes were red and swollen, trying not to show their grief.

"squeak"

A strange thing happened, a spore grew between the eyebrows of the tree's face, and a new branch as long as an arm grew out within tens of seconds.

"Crash!" The thousands of people watching, whether they were commoners or nobles, or whether they were humans, giants, or squirrelmen, all knelt down on the ground with pious expressions.

Five red-eyed or green-eyed squirrelmen lead the way, singing a holy and solemn carol, and the rest follow suit.

The song is sacred and the content is brief. It generally praises the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, the earth and the sky, wind, fire, sun and moon.

After the song was over, everyone stood up. A green-eyed squirrel man turned his head and scanned the faces of dozens of bronze armored swordsmen one by one. Finally, his gaze was fixed on the long-faced cane man.

"'Builder' Brandon Stark, go." The Squirrel Man sighed.

The long-faced man didn't refuse, and didn't give in. He left his cane on the spot, and with a sacred and solemn expression, he crossed the girl's body and came to the thick tree trunk hugged by ten people. Twigs of tender red spores snap off.

He held the twig in both hands respectfully, bent over and stepped back step by step.

"Boom—crack, whoosh!" Suddenly, the huge weirwood trembled, as if a giant palm had descended from the sky and slapped on the crown of the tree. Thousands of palm-like blood-colored leaves fell from the branches and flew all over the sky.

Like red snowflakes, the world is covered with red snow.

The weirwood was the same weirwood, and the face was the same face.

But the tree is bare, as if the old man lived too old, his hair fell off one by one, and the only branches and trunks left were just branches and trunks. From then on, no new leaves or new spores would grow.

The weirwood, the immortal, is dead.

The human face is only carved, without any trace of holiness and majesty.

Afterwards, surrounded by thousands of people, the long-faced man trekked across plains and swamps, thousands of miles to the north, and came to a land of ice and snow.

He knelt down in the snow in front of a small lake, and thousands of people knelt down behind him, singing sacred poems praising the gods under the leadership of the squirrel man.

Brandon Stark took out the still fresh branch and placed it gently on the ground.

"Boom——" the earth roared.

The spores on the branches quickly grew new branches, inserted into the ground, and the fingers-thick branches swelled to the thickness of a bucket, densely packed, layered on top of each other, tangled into two earth dragons, and crazily drilled in the ground in both east and west directions.

In just 5 minutes, a 15-meter-wide and 200-meter-high tree trunk wall appeared on the [-]-kilometer-wide narrow continent between the northern border and the Great Wall.

Then, the giants and humans joined forces to excavate the mountains to get stones, and filled the huge stones in the branch walls.It's like construction workers pouring cement into the steel skeleton, and then repairing the brick wall according to the concrete skeleton.

Brandon Stark isn't sitting idle.

He walked through the branches of the city wall, surveyed the terrain in the mountains and valleys, and drew maps.Then command the giants to excavate the soil and fill in the huge foundation stones to ensure that even in the complex hilly terrain, the Great Wall does not have any dead ends and weaknesses.

After laying the foundation, he led thousands of squirrelmen to draw strange magic runes on boulders and tree trunks.Since then, no alien creature has been able to approach the Great Wall.

Decades passed, Stark died of old age, but the work of building the Great Wall did not stop. The second Stark, the son of Brandon, took the architectural drawings left by his father and continued to direct the giants and the ancestors to mine Mountain stones, filled in tree trunks, draw magic runes, reinforce city walls

Generations of Starks died, and the walls gradually covered all the tree trunks that acted as skeletons, and the magnificent Great Wall of Stone was completed.

The giants and squirrelmen bid farewell to their ancestors, some went to the north beyond the Great Wall, and some returned to their warm hometowns in the south.

Yes, hometown.

At that time, the Andals had not yet come, and Westeros was still the paradise of the First Men and the Squirrel People, the Children of the Forest.

The ancestors who remained wore black robes, and they were called the Night's Watch.

The night watchmen didn't stop building the city either. They took Brandon's blueprints, dug out huge blocks of ice from the frozen river in the Ghost Forest, and dragged them back to the Great Wall.

In the past few centuries, the huge stone city wall was covered with a thick layer of ice crystals, and that appearance has been maintained for 8000 years.

"Booming" the Great Wall was shaking, cracks spanning [-] kilometers, and huge ice cubes were falling everywhere.

The Great Wall is about to fall.

"No!" Dany screamed up to the sky, her hair fluttered, and a crystal clear cyan crystal flew out from between her eyebrows and returned to its original position.

Like a heartbeat, every once in a while, it will send out a wave of sacred majesty.

"Ka Ka Ka!" Sam from Long Nightfort, Melisandre from Castle Black, Shireen from Eastwatch, and Patchface were all shocked to see the split palm-wide ice crystal slowly heal.

Except for the faint black cracks, the Great Wall is almost the same as before.

The night watchmen, savages, and deer party on the Great Wall suddenly seemed like a dream.

"Under the Great Wall, the wind stopped, the idiot queen put the baby back, ouch, idiot, idiot, I know, I know" Patch sang cheerfully with the flash of anger in his face.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!" Dany gasped, looking at the cyan crystal suspended in the void with longing and fear, and asked: "What is it?"

"My song, Song of the Wind." I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was a touch of softness in the door god's old and majestic voice.

In fact, he even changed his tone.

Danny was stunned. She took one last look at the cyan crystal and turned her head resolutely.It took a long time before she cut off the mountainous greed in her heart, and tried her best to calm herself down.

With a sigh of relief, she asked, "Why did I get it? Isn't it your song?"

"You see, 8000 years ago, I was dead." The door god said lightly.

"That weirwood is your body? You are the Old God, weirwood dryad?" Dany was shocked.

"Old God" door god sighed, "I am the old god, but the old god is not just me. Hundreds of millions of years ago, before even the gods appeared, I was rooted in this land, witnessing the formation of mountains and rivers, and the birth of life

I have also been listening to the wind song that surrounds the world, it brings me the message of the world, so that I am not alone anymore.

I don't know the years, when I also learned that song, I heard other singers singing.Then, we sang together, the world prospered, and the next era began. "

Danni was so shocked that she was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice, "What is the next era?"

"The age after the singer, the age before you."

"Children of the forest?"

The door god of "Children of the Forest" had a hint of nostalgia and a hint of sadness in his voice, and sighed: "Those children have nothing to do with the world, they only live in this continent. The world is so big, and there are more colorful lives in other places."

"What's the matter with the White Walkers? Who is the Cold God?" Dany asked again.

"You will naturally understand after experiencing it." The door god said slowly: "Leave, you already know the secrets of the world."

"I still want to know more, my head is full of questions." Dany said.

The door god seemed to be choked, paused, and then said helplessly: "I don't have any extra strength to respond to you. Moreover, when you took away Song of the Wind, the evil thing under the Great Wall that had been suppressed all this time escaped." Get out, your partner is in danger."

(End of this chapter)