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#259 - Chapter 33: The Cave of the Three-Eyed Raven

Seeing the crows in the treetops, Liu Yuan understood that Bran must have been influenced by the Green Seer. He shrank back behind the tree, concealing himself even more.

From that day on, Liu Yuan followed closely behind them, but always maintained a cautious distance, skillfully avoiding the close surveillance of the weirwoods and crows. This continued for eighteen days, and as time went on, Liu Yuan became increasingly convinced that his group was under the omnipresent surveillance of the Green Seer. Surprisingly, despite the constant dangers along the way, they always managed to brush past the massive wildling army and the terrifying wight hordes with ease, sometimes even within a mere hundred meters of each other!

They traveled north along the Milkwater River, eventually arriving at a place surrounded by mountains on the northeastern side of the Frostfang Mountains. At this point, the bodies of these children were nearing their limits. They had to endure not only the biting cold but also the threat of hunger. In this barren land, hunting became extremely difficult, and they could barely catch any prey to fill their stomachs. Previously, they had relied entirely on the few fish caught in the Milkwater River to survive.

Just as they were about to reach their limit and could hardly hold on any longer, the light of dawn pierced through the sky and fell upon the earth. The thick fog that had filled their vision gradually dissipated. To everyone's surprise, on the hilltop on one side of the valley, stood an incredibly massive weirwood tree, its size more than ten times larger than ordinary weirwoods! The giant tree bathed in sunlight, emitting a heart-palpitating, holy radiance.

Jojen Reed's legs went weak, and he couldn't help but kneel on the ground, muttering, "We're here... we've finally arrived..." His voice was filled with excitement and piety.

Meera and Osha quickly helped Jojen up, while Hodor, carrying Bran, gazed at the target not far ahead. Although it seemed close at hand, they actually needed to cross the entire valley, traveling all the way until the afternoon to bypass this difficult obstacle.

However, at this moment, no one noticed Liu Yuan's figure, who had also arrived here at some point. "Tsk, tsk, what a great place! It's so close to Thenn. If it weren't for that strange mist interfering with my vision, how could my elite scouts not have found this place? It seems that the mist we encountered before must have had a magical effect similar to a magical barrier."

Just as he was concentrating on thinking, suddenly, a cold light shot out from the snow on his left. Immediately afterward, a gaunt, skeletal figure wielding a sharp weapon burst out of the ground, and without saying a word, slashed fiercely at him!

However, facing this sudden attack, he simply raised his left hand and easily grabbed the attacker's head. Then, with a burst of force, he squeezed. In an instant, a crisp cracking sound was heard, and the originally menacing skull shattered into pieces, and the entire wight turned into a pile of ice shards scattered on the ground.

Over the years, through frequent encounters with wights and in-depth research, he had gained a profound understanding of them. In fact, wights are somewhat similar to necromancy in games, but the difference is that the power they wield is not ordinary magic, but a unique ice element. After a special transformation, this ice element is injected into the bodies of the dead, thereby giving these deceased people new life.

For wights, whether it is fresh flesh or cold bones, it is just a container for magic, and there is no essential difference. And interestingly, they seem to be closer to another form of ice elemental life. For example, items like fire and obsidian can effectively disrupt the ice element circulation system within the wight, leading to its complete collapse and disintegration. Of course, various other energy sources with different attributes can also produce similar magical effects.

As expected, it wasn't as easy to deal with as imagined. Bran and his companions were ambushed by wights hidden beneath the glacier. To make matters worse, the number of awakened wights continued to increase, and any living thing that dared to approach became their target!

Faced with such a predicament, Bran and the others struggled to support themselves, doing their best to resist the wave after wave of fierce attacks from the wights, but unfortunately, only two women had any real combat power, and they soon fell into a desperate situation, and the situation was precarious! Just as Jojen was about to die at the hands of a wight, suddenly an arrow flew in from nowhere, instantly shooting the hideous wight into a pile of ice shards, leaving only a sharp obsidian arrowhead.

Immediately afterward, several burning lines of fire rushed into the wight swarm, instantly bursting out with brilliant and dazzling sparks, and the wights were blown to pieces. At the same time, many dark green mysterious figures emerged from the weirwood trees. They all held short bows in their hands, and their arrows never missed. Any wight hit by them would immediately collapse and disintegrate. Someone shouted loudly in a not-so-fluent Common Tongue: "Quick, come inside... as long as you get inside... you'll be safe!"

Hodor didn't hesitate to pick up Bran and Jojen and rushed into the mysterious door like a gust of wind, without any hesitation or looking back. Osha and Meera followed closely behind, their steps firm and swift.

A shocking scene occurred! The wights that were chasing closely behind, once they stepped into the territory of the weirwood trees, seemed to be hit by an invisible force and instantly scattered on the ground, turning into a pile of real bones.

At this time, a small figure, emitting green light all over his body, appeared in front of everyone. He said in a crisp voice: "This place contains the powerful protection of the prophets, which can block the evil forces that can revive corpses. You must be Bran Stark? The prophet has been waiting for you for a long time."

Bran widened his eyes, looked at the strange creature in surprise, then nodded and replied softly, "So you are the legendary Children of the Forest, indeed very similar to the descriptions in the books."

Green little man: "That's right, my name is Leaf. As for the others, they don't understand the Common Tongue, please don't mind. Come on, follow me, you arrived a little later than we expected." After speaking, he led the crowd, through the curious gazes of the Children of the Forest, towards a crack on the hillside.

After entering the entrance, the road became extremely narrow and rugged, and the cave was so low that Hodor could only squat down and move forward with difficulty. But they did not stop, and some small white roots grew out of the cave walls. Leaf lit a torch and led Bran and his companions forward.