Chapter 321: The World of Great Contest

"Alien!"

"This is the real White Walker!"

Inside the main hall of Winterfell, the gray-haired Scholar Aemon spoke with a trembling voice.

"It is said that the thirteenth commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch once married a woman whose skin was as pale as the moon, her eyes were as blue as stars, and her skin was as cold as ice."

"The Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch made her his queen after taking her back to the Keep."

Maester Aemon rummaged through the books left by the Night's Watch. Although Castle Black has now collapsed, those precious books have also been lost along with that catastrophe.

But Maester Aemon was like a living fossil, and much of the lost knowledge remained in his mind.

The words he said came from a book called "Watching on the Great Wall" written by a doctor named Harmon in the Citadel.

"Maester Aemon is right."

"This story is also circulating in the north."

The dark-haired Duke Eddard Stark was sitting on the side seat, snowflakes still fluttered outside the window of the main hall, and the temperature of the roaring flames burning in the fireplace kept everyone from getting too cold.

Eddard Stark has heard stories about the White Walkers from his wet nurse since he was a child, but in this story it is more accurate to the name of the person.

The thirteenth commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch was a Stark named Bran, who married a White Walker woman and led the Night's Watch to independence.

In the end, however, he was defeated by his brother, the true King of the North, and disappeared without a trace.

"The White Walkers are the leaders of these dead men."

"The dead men we encountered before were probably just the spearheads of the White Walkers."

Eddard Stark's words were heavy, and the atmosphere in the hall of Winterfell was a little depressed.

The White Walkers have only appeared twice in the long history, but he didn't expect it to be his turn. Eddard Stark felt the pressure. He must protect the people of the North, because this is Stark. responsibility of the family.

The other commanders in the hall looked at each other in dismay, and felt more troublesome.

Their family is still far away from the North, but they are not as anxious as the Guardian of the North, but they are also helpless in the face of such an enemy with unknown information.

"Maester Aemon, you are very knowledgeable."

"It's been known that fire will burn the dead, but does fire have any effect on the real White Walkers?"

The Duke of Dragonstone, Stannis, sat on the side seat, stroked the beard on his chin with his palm, and asked abruptly.

He was the calmest among the people present, because his fief was on Dragonstone Island, just like this time when the king summoned the Iron Islands, but the other birds had no birds.

Although the Iron Islands have always had such a style and attitude, they still feel that the White Walkers and savages have nothing to do with the Iron Islands, and they can't swim across the sea, and they even want the green land to be a mess.

"Fire has an effect on the ghouls transformed by the White Walkers, but there is no documentation on whether it has an effect on the real White Walkers."

Stannis asked Maester Aemon, and Maester Aemon was not stingy with his knowledge, and said with a trembling voice.

After all, this is a war for all human beings. When he chose to give up revenge and stick to his promise, he has broken away from the shackles of family blood and reached a height where the destiny of the entire human race is connected.

"However, in the ancient texts, there are mentions of possible weaknesses in the two White Walkers."

"One of them is Obsidian, or 'Dragon Crystal,' which is documented to be able to kill the White Walkers."

"The other method is 'Dragon Steel'. Valyrian Steel's weapons contain powerful magic, and the Dragon Steel weapons of your adults may be able to kill the White Walkers."

Maester Aemon sat in his seat and opened his mouth with milky white blind eyes.

"Obsidian? Dragon Crystal? What is this?"

And Robert, who was sitting in the middle position and didn't speak for a long time, frowned and asked suddenly.

He had never heard of such a thing.

"obsidian."

"This substance was forged in the depths of the earth with the fire of the gods."

"Thousands of years ago, the children of the forest hunted with obsidian because they didn't know how to smelt metal."

"They replaced their armor with clothes woven from leaves, and used bark as leggings, so they seemed to be one with the forest, and their arrows and blades were made of obsidian."

At this moment, Maester Luwin of Winterfell happened to walk into the main hall, and when he heard King Robert's question, he answered subconsciously.

"There are still a few obsidian daggers and arrows left in Winterfell."

Then the plump Maester Luwin looked at his master, Duke Eddard Stark.

"grown ups."

"A letter from King's Landing."

In an instant, everyone in the hall focused their attention on the body of Master Luwen.

Because ravens only follow a fixed route to find a fixed target, all communication with the south now relies on the ravens in Winterfell.

The letter could have been addressed to anyone present.

The quiet disappearance of Viserys was only circulated among the top executives of Pantos.

The people did not know that the king, who was extremely irresponsible for his own safety, took the dragon to travel by himself.

Winterfell gathered a coalition of nobles from the seven kingdoms, ready to meet their greatest challenge.

What they encountered before was only the vanguard of the Dead Legion, and the truly terrifying White Walkers had only just begun to appear.

Now a world of great contention seems to be born, with turmoil all over the world.

Even in the far-flung Yidi, according to the merchants, the emperor raised 300,000 troops to conquer foreign countries.

The same is true of the Great Grass Sea, which has just experienced turmoil between the Yidi and the free trade city-states.

Before Viserys left Pentos, there were two rumors circulating here, one of the riots in the sea of ​​smoke and the gray fog, and the other of the riots about Wes Dothrak.

The three Cals who once joined forces to conquer Pentos violated the sacred rule of not killing each other in the holy city, and began to fight, killing blood for a while.

The final result was that none of the three Kao won the victory, and encountered the punishment of the horse god. Instead, he did not know where the mysterious Kao came from, and finally achieved the fruit of victory.

This khal, who calls himself 'Mengo', shares the same name with the first khal who unified the Dothraki, and is called 'Death'.

And now he is sitting in a shadowy place, unable to see his cheeks, only a pair of scarlet eyes, he didn't say a word the whole time, and he couldn't even hear his breathing.

And behind him stood three people, two men and one woman, all wrapped in black robes and wearing wooden lacquer masks on their faces.

There were two pale tears on the scarlet wood lacquer mask, which seemed to make people shudder.

Kaa is not happy, everyone knows it.

Kaa doesn't like to talk, and everyone knows that too.