Chapter 501 Winterfell

"The North is still what it used to be."

Viserys rode on the dragon's back and felt the snowflakes falling around him. The biting cold wind constantly penetrated his clothes, but he did not feel cold, and his long silver-gold hair fluttered in the wind.

The Neck is the dividing line between the north and the south of Westeros. The south of the Neck can be called the South, and the north of the Neck is the North.

Most of the human beings living on this continent live in the warm south, and the climatic conditions in the north are harsh, which are not suitable for the cultivation of crops and human life.

Although the land of eternal winter occupies more than half of the land of Westeros, the population in the north is not so dense, especially in the north of the Great Wall of Desolation, which is closer to the land of eternal winter in the north than the Tern people's territory. It's almost a forbidden zone for life there.

In his spare time Viserys browsed through some of the Red Keep's collections, which were still kept in the Red Keep during the Targaryen reign.

Instead of any books being included in the Usurper's reign, the collection was severely damaged due to wars, lack of custody, and so on.

Robert doesn't care about these books at all, let alone think of them as "spiritual food". For Robert, these books are too hard to wipe off.

Viserys felt a little distressed about this situation, but he still found some records about the land of winter in these books.

This is a conjecture mentioned in the book "King of Winterland - Genealogy and Legends of the Stark Family in Winterfell" written by a bachelor named Childe in the city a long time ago.

One of the legends mentions the land of Eternal Winter. Maester Childe believes that at the end of the world hides the secret of the birth of the White Walkers, waiting for humans to unravel.

Then Viserys rode Balerion and continued to fly towards the north, and finally landed at Winterfell when the moon rose in the east and the sky darkened.

This is the capital of the North, the center of power, said to have been built for eight thousand years and still standing.

Viserys descended from the sky riding a black dragon, and immediately alerted the "natives" here. After a long time, the army of the dead roared into the sky, and then was burned to ashes by a raging dragon flame of Bellerion.

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Viserys jumped off the dragon's back and stepped on the ground.

In fact, Winterfell did not need to be destroyed by Balerion, and now it has become riddled with holes.

There are large scorch marks on the city wall. It was a fire that Bunyan set before he jumped from the city wall of Winterfell. The roofs of many houses have been collapsed by the thick snow, and only the ground is left. of the ruins.

Perhaps in the more than 8,000 years that Winterfell has stood on the northern land, there has never been a moment like it has been uninhabited and cared for for more than half a year.

The masters of Winterfell have now fled to King's Landing, and even the entire northern region, except for a few expeditions from the free trade city-states, has been completely devoid of human beings and has become a no-man's land, and the breath of life has been wiped out. None grew, only thick snow buried the ancient castle.

After the sky darkened, if Viserys hadn't been sharp-eyed and checked the map to confirm that this was Winterfell, he wouldn't even be able to recognize him flying in mid-air on the back of a dragon.

"This is the famous Winterfell."

"The origin of many wonderful stories, I have always wanted to see it before, but I didn't expect that the first time I came here would look like this."

The changes in Winterfell made people sigh, and Viserys felt that his once beautiful imagination of Winterfell had been shattered.

It is now a ruined castle, and the scale is not very large. Bellerion is still a little embarrassed to move here.

The silver-haired young man was on one knee on the ground at this moment. Although he became a king, his skills of survival in the wild were not lost. Viserys carried flint with him, found an abandoned and rotten wood, and then lit the torch. The firelight dispelled the darkness and illuminated the surrounding mess.

Most of the "aboriginals" who lived in Winterfell just now had been burned to ashes by a fire, and he didn't rule out whether there were other ghouls alive.

There are still dead people everywhere on the land of the north, but the number is too rare, and there are only a few dozen in the entire Winterfell.

It seems that the large army of the Dead Legion has followed the Night King back to the Land of Eternal Winter. If it is as usual, there are probably hundreds or thousands of ghouls here.

Viserys held a torch high, dispelling the darkness around him, stepping on the thick snow, and the corpse of the ghoul that had just been burned to ashes, and walked towards a towering tower.

"We're going to have a night's rest here today, Bellerion."

Viserys opened his mouth and said, the voice kept echoing, and Bellerion lay down not far away, an open area in Winterfell where his body could be put down, quietly watching Viserys walk forward, low The voice responded.

It had been exhausted after flying for a day. They started from King's Landing. Last night, Viserys stopped at the Twins to rest for a night, and then set off again this morning and flew to Winterfell in one breath.

"Ho-"

Then there was another low roar from Bellerion's mouth, resounding like a muffled thunder in this night sky so silent that a pin drop could be clearly heard.

Bellerion was warning Viserys to be careful, and Viserys just waved.

Then the silver-haired youth held the torch and pushed open the gate of the tower. The snow above his head fell rustling. The light from the torch dispelled the darkness in the tower, and Viserys saw everything here.

This is a library, or to be more precise, the book tower of Winterfell.

Viserys took a picture of the torch, and saw the countless rows of bookshelves inside, some of which were storing books, and some of the bookshelves had collapsed, and precious books were scattered all over the place.

The White Walkers don't flip through these books, nor do they vandalize when they have nothing to do.

Viserys took a brief turn in there, then walked out.

"According to legend, during the Dance of the Blood Dragons, Prince Jacharis Valerian rode his Dragon Vormax to Winterfell and discussed with Cragan Stark about sending troops."

"Wormax laid a dragon egg in the underground hot springs of Winterfell."

"Can you feel where this dragon's egg is? Balerion."

Viserys came out of Winterfell's book tower with a torch in his hand and asked.

"Ho?"

And Bellerion raised his head slightly, a look of doubt appeared on the ferocious dragon's face.