Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 90 The New Life of the Green Prophet
The weirwood bowls and spoons were carved with human faces inside and out.White wood, red human face, like a heart tree.

A large mass of crushed weirwood seeds is contained in a wooden bowl.

It was a thick pale paste mixed with blood-like dark red juice, which was so disgusting that it made people lose their appetite.

How did it inspire the greenseer's talent?
Joffrey couldn't think of an answer.

"Leaf, the revival of the Children of the Forest begins now, starting with you."

He handed the wooden bowl to the little paws.

Ye Zi steadily picked up the wooden spoon in the bowl, one spoon at a time, very calm, as if what she chewed was colorless and odorless air.

Leaf knows this ritual.

There are countless weirwoods in the homeland, and every member of the tribe can easily perform this ceremony, but everyone has always known that they do not have this talent, so they have never even tried.

Do I have the talent now?
Ye Zi silently prayed to the gods in the forest and the land, begging the gods to make this ceremony a success, so that she could see the people in her homeland again.

The leaf swallows the last bite of the seed.

The human face engraved in the wooden bowl has reappeared, as if it is confiding something to her, and it seems to be blessing.

Bran and Arya opened their eyes wide and craned their necks to watch the elf under the weirwood.

The three direwolves Xia Tian, ​​Nymeria, and Lady were all lying quietly on the green grass, sticking out their long tongues.Did they feel something?
Even Duke Ed, who was preoccupied, looked straight at this side, obviously unable to turn a blind eye.

The doubts in Joffrey's heart have not been dispelled in the slightest.From the beginning to the end, he didn't find any abnormal changes on or near the leaves.

Failed?
He walked to Ye Zi, "How do you feel? Is the weirwood calling you?"

Ye Zi shook his head blankly, "I don't feel anything, maybe I really don't have the talent of the Green Prophet. I'm really sorry to disappoint you."

Immediately behind him, a childish sigh of surprise and disappointment sounded.

"Don't give up in a hurry." Joffrey squeezed part of his spirit into Leaf's body, "Try entering the weirwood."

Ye Zi turned her neck awkwardly, trying to ignore another thought in her body.

"Ok."

She closed her eyes and relaxed against the weirwood trunk behind her, feeling every inch of its skin and flesh, every breath.

It does breathe.

Every Clan knows that the weirwood never stops breathing, watching from the moment it was born into this world and into eternity into the future.

The oldest weirwood ever saw the past beyond the Age of Dawn, the first meeting of the First Men and the tribe, the first blood.

They have witnessed the immeasurable sea destroying the Arm of Dorne, forming an island of fine stone steps, but this has not stopped the ancestors of the east from crossing the narrow sea with horses, bronze and leather armor, endlessly.

They bear witness to the vows of the First Men and tribes.The First Men received the plains, grasslands, mountains and coasts, while the forests belonged to the tribes.

In the end the ancestors turned to the gods of the forest and the earth.

They bear witness to the coming of the long night.Endless cold and darkness swept across the world, devouring all life.The tribes and the First Men united, and the heroes defeated the White Walkers.

They witnessed the establishment of the blue ice wall.Ancient and powerful magic turned those ice into the nightmare of the White Walkers, what a great invention.

They saw the Andals and the Rhoynar entering Westeros, the human kings of the south fighting each other, and the tribes completely disappearing in the south.

At last the First Men, Andals, and Rhoynar had one king.

The weirwood knew all this.

They are almost equal to those long histories.And will continue to faithfully record the distant future, quietly, silently, without a trace of prejudice.

She exhaled softly, and the weirwood leaves rustled in the wind.

She took a long breath, and the fresh air poured into her body through the countless pores on the leaves, bark, and roots. She was full of vigor and breath of life, and she was really happy.

I am a weirwood.She thought of this in comfort.

It's us.Another melody came from the trees.

The king of men speaks, and he is there.Ye Zi gradually recovered her thinking.

The king shakes the weirwood leaves: All weirwoods are eyes, try to think where you want to see, and when you want to see.

Leaf misses her home.

The air immediately became cold and gloomy, and vague sounds echoed in the cave, deep and quiet.familiar home.

Ye Zi saw that there were hundreds of people below, praying devoutly to the gods in the trees, and there were short spears and sharp knives made of dragon crystal on the ground next to them.Strange home.

At this time, the green-eyed wise man among the tribe raised his head, as if he saw himself now.

Ye Zi really wanted to confide everything to him, tell him how difficult the tribe is now and how much they need help.Unfortunately, this is just an image of the past.

Ye Zi fiddled with the time, and the scenes in front of him flashed one after another, as fast as the wings of swifts, as hazy as floating smoke, but it can still be seen that the tribe is declining a little bit.

I managed to get close to now.Ye Zi is happy for herself, and even more sad for the tribe.

Finally, a familiar face appeared in front of the tree, and the one-eyed Brynden was being led into the home by himself and several other tribesmen.

Ye Zi still remembers everything that day.The old man successfully passed the ceremony and became the last Green Seer.

The environment suddenly darkened.

The leaves broke away from the weirwood and merged with another being further down the cavern.

Leaf clearly felt the difference, her roots were arranged in a special shape, just enough to accommodate a tall human being.

Throne of the Greenseer.Ye Zi understood.

She continued to swim in the river of time, hoping to find the last greenseer somewhere.

She came to the end of the river, and at this moment, the Greenseer's body was there, but his soul had gone deep into the vastness of the weirwood.

Just wait here, said Joffrey, and he will come back.

Therefore, the soul of the blood crow wandered around outside, and encountered this huge surprise immediately after returning to the cave.

Two strange souls have entered their own thrones!The blood crow was about to return to his physical body immediately.

Joffrey sent a soothing message: Green Prophet, don't be afraid, we had a good communication last time in the riverland.How about it, did you find the Blood Raven?
It's him!Blood Raven calmed down a little, only then did he notice that the other soul belonged to the Son of the Forest going south.

Another message came from the throne to the Blood Raven: It’s fine if you can’t find the Blood Raven, it’s too dangerous outside the Great Wall, you shouldn’t waste your life in vain, you’d better plan early and go back to the Great Wall.

Might be worth a try.The last Greenseer was about to respond, but the two people on the throne had disappeared.

With a long sigh, he continued to sit on the silent throne.

At the same moment, in the godswood forest of the Red Castle, Ye Zi opened his eyes, revealing a pair of shining pure green pupils, and the original mixed gold disappeared.

The Green Prophet's logo.

All three direwolves howled in celebration at the same time.

Joffrey, who accompanied Ye Zi to experience the whole journey, was lost in thought.

The secrets of the old gods...

(End of this chapter)