High Magic Earth

Because all the roads were driven by canoes, Diger did not consume much physical energy. His arm shield did not know where he had been thrown, but the saber twisted and crooked diagonally around his waist.

But at this time his sword was in his hands, Digel trembling and confronting Yi Chou, trying to stop him from opening the door of Winter.

In the mausoleum of Donne Pavilion is quiet, the operating platform seems to be dormant and generally does not make a slight noise, and occasionally a breeze blows, making waves in this unenclosed space.

The turquoise leaves rustled on both sides of the promenade, the huge bath pool rippled, and the white mist condensed on it was blown away. Through the high arch of the round hole, three people can be seen standing still, Seems to be thinking about something.

In the far north, the last caveman and the last green prophet gazed motionlessly into the distance, and didn't care about the three Bran who waded in front of him.

"Winter is coming."

His lips moved imperceptibly and murmured.

"There has never been a summer here." Mela, who had lost her brother, did not seem to have recovered from the blow, and hesitated slightly, then said half-shot.

"No..." The Green Prophet twisted his face stuck in the tree's whiskers with difficulty, and his turbid eyes fell on the three little humans in front of him. "Since her coming... we have never had summer again."

"She?" Bran didn't ∵, ww↗w. Unwrinkled frown, and a question on the small white face, "Who?"

"A person who shouldn't belong here..." The Green Prophet's voice was deep and long, causing echoes in the cave.

"You can't stop him... do you... want to continue?"

After pondering for a while, the Green Prophet looked at Bran, who slumped on the sled below. There is a trace of unclear thinking in the muddy eyes.

"Yes." Bran said without hesitation. "I won't give up. No matter what is ahead." He touched his unconscious legs and raised his head to stare at the wrapped face in the layers of tree whiskers.

"Okay..." The Green Prophet didn't nod, just used his voice to resound through the small tree hole...

The youngest son of the Stark family is accepting the transfer from the Green Prophet in the far north. No one knows where he will go next, and no one knows what will happen next.

Maybe the green prophet will disappear completely in the long river of history, maybe the green prophet will pass on again, but in any case. Even the ancestors with a far larger number of them have been driven out of Serbia. The ancestors and the ancient bio-green prophet may not be suitable for existence in this world.

Although Yi Chou brought a touch of magic, but... it was not friendly.

The ancestors defeated the Green Prophet, and the Andals invaded the ancestors, and the Lannisters of the Andals now gathered together in the King's Land in a friendly manner, perhaps only on the surface.

"I said it! I don't want to see any more news about the dragon! It was just a group of farmers who ate more speculative creatures, completely, completely, and unimportant."

In the castle of King's Landing, Tyrion angrily pushed a soldier who was whispering to him aside. Although the power erupted with his short body was not enough to make the soldier take a step back.

The soldier quickly retreated after apologizing, while retreating. But it happened to see Polon coming here, and in the face of the annoyed Tyrion, Polon seemed to be gloating and asked, "Not even the movements of the nobles in the south are important?"

"I don't care, I don't care about it." Tyrion ignored the seemingly laid-back Pollon and hurriedly walked through the castle's corridor. "I'm more curious about whether you are so busy every day. I always care about some strange things. Thing, when you were a mercenary, it was better to say that you are now a jazz."

"Perhaps it was because I became a jazz that I was very relaxed." Polon shrugged, Nu mouth retorted with black humor, "It is also because I am a jazz, so I am very concerned about the little nobles going south, after all, I am also One of them."

Polon followed Tierion step by step. After the trial of the contest, Tyrion was acquitted, and Duke Wentai announced in public that the Lannister family would not do anything to harm their own family. , And the rapid reinstatement of Tyrion.

Some ministers who alienated Tyrion immediately contacted him again. These guys have a keen sense of smell, and they can immediately guess what Wentai means to Tyrion. If you want to know, this father and son have never been before Deal with.

Among these people, including Polon, perhaps he was sincere, or perhaps for other reasons, he once again restored a trusted relationship with Tyrion, and Tyrion also readily accepted the friendship he released.

But Tyrion’s finance minister seems to have plans to reach into Wallis’s side, for example, what he is doing.

"The nobles in the south are not worth mentioning." Tyrion still had that gloomy look, and there were unsolvable sorrows on the bumpy face. "Even if the dragon really appears, the dragon is the dragon. They are them. Dragons can’t be used as food or gold coins, what they are and what they will be.”

Tyrion was planning a room in front of the castle, where he imprisoned a person, but did not hurt her, just imprisoned.

"Then you..." Pollon hadn't finished speaking. A door opened and the two of them hurried away. James and Cersei came out of the palace's remote room.

James is a little tired, but looks very satisfied, and Cersei's face has a hot flush that hasn't disappeared~www.readwn.com~ There was a somewhat happy look at seeing Tyrion immediately converging and supporting the seriousness Staring at him coldly, he was too lazy to give it.

However, even if Tyrion is shameless, he will not quarrel with women in this state, especially if the other party is still his sister, although the relationship does not look like the sister.

On the other hand, James smiled embarrassingly at Tyrion, and he calmed down.

Tyrion's mouth twitched a little, and the relationship between the two seems to be well known. Of course, it refers to the people in the circle, and it is secretly. On the bright side, this relationship cannot be made public.

He responded to James with a stiff smile, and then the four of them walked away from each other. Until Cersei's figure disappeared, Polon issued a series of very happily laughter.

"Interesting, interesting, it's so interesting!" Pollon said with a smile, "I really hope this can happen every day."

Tyrion glanced at him and said with a small smile, "And then add us a new king?"

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