A certain sword soul's infinite journey

Chapter 54 The Horn on the Fist of the First Men
The Three-Eyed Raven, the last Greenseer.

In a time of quiet magic, the last Greenseer chose to fuse most of his body with weirwood, which allowed his lifespan to exceed mortal limits and weakened his body.

One of the best Greenseers, he has a thousand and one eyes...

Of course, there used to be a thousand and one eyes, but now there are only a thousand left.

The Green Prophet sighed helplessly, and gave up on communicating the thousand and one perspective—he had failed thirteen times in a row.

After repeated attempts to no avail, the Green Prophet had to control another "eye" and control another crow to fly in the direction of the heart tree.

Regardless, the Greenseer wanted to communicate with the strange man who had just appeared out of nowhere.

Whether it's his monster physique that doesn't resemble a human being, or the destructive aura full of tyranny and chaos, it has to worry the Green Prophet.

……

On the other side, the object that the Green Prophet was worried about was at least ten kilometers away from the heart tree.

During the journey, Lin Yi would take out the crow in his arms from time to time to see if it had woken up.

It wasn't until the crow was hard enough to break rocks that Lin Yi had no choice but to give up his luck.

"Green Prophet won't die, right? Probably not? That guy shouldn't be so weak, right?"

While murmuring, Lin Yi buried the frozen crow beside a sentinel tree.

Considering that this is the "stand-in" of the Green Prophet, Lin Yi did not choose to make the best use of everything in the end. After all, eating the meat of scavengers still has some psychological barriers.

As for the temperature problem, Lin Yi never cared about it, he didn't even bother to light the bonfire.

As a ghost swordsman, Lin Yi was born with various attribute resistances, including fire resistance and ice resistance.

He once tested his fire resistance and ice resistance, and the high temperature of 50 degrees could not make him sweat, and the low temperature of minus 40 degrees could only make him feel a little cool.

Although the specific value is not known, a ghost swordsman surnamed Lin can still proudly declare that, except for the negative light resistance, everything else is ridiculously high.

After walking for a few miles, Lin Yi finally saw traces of humans.

It was a village full of wooden huts, most likely a gathering place for free folk.

Lin Yi ran in quickly, and was disappointed to find that there was no one there.

"Yes, I remember that Mance, the King Beyond the Wall, unified and gathered all the wildlings. How could such a small village still be populated."

Lin Yi went in one room at a time, and found that everything except the house had been taken away by the savages.

The free people are used to living in poverty, and a pot is a very precious item.

Of course, Lin Yi was not without gains, he found a bed.

On the ground of a hut, there is a thick layer of thatch, which is softer than stone and warmer than soil. For a person north of the Great Wall, there is no doubt that this is a bed.

Although Lin Yi had mattresses and bedding in his inventory, he didn't intend to take them out.

Although the quilt is warm, it is also easy to get wet. With the temperature and humidity here, it is estimated that it will be harder than steel after being taken out for an hour.

After thinking about it, Lin Yi decided to spend the night in this room to see if the Green Prophet would find him again.

……

the next day.

A crow quacked and landed on the wooden eaves, its black feathers covered with wind and snow.

"Really?"

As soon as Lin Yi went out, he saw the crow on the eaves. His eyes lit up and he waved to the crow.

In the cave far away, the Green Prophet looked at Lin Yi helplessly through the crow's vision.

This guy can run faster than a crow. If he didn't have the vision of every heart tree, he might have lost it long ago.

Seeing the crow flying up in front of him, Lin Yi stretched out his arms excitedly.

But this time, the crow paused slightly in flight, turned a corner with one flap of its wings, and landed on a wooden stake next to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi froze for a moment, and withdrew his arm with a smile.

"If I'm not wrong, you should be the Green Prophet."

Lin Yi straightened his face and said with a serious expression.

Green Prophet habitually wanted to respond, but suddenly remembered the hidden breath in Lin Yi's body, and froze there again, not knowing how to communicate with Lin Yi for a while.

In this regard, Lin Yi expressed his understanding very well. This is like a person who is used to paying by scanning codes, if you ask him to swipe his card, he will naturally feel uncomfortable.

So, Lin Yi thought of a good way for him.

"If yes, call once, if not, call twice."

"Gah!"

Green Prophet's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he quickly controlled the crow to let out a cry.

"I'm a ghost swordsman from the continent on the other side of the Shivering Sea. There is a terrifying ghost sealed in my body, the one that accidentally hurt you just now..."

Lin Yi solemnly repeated what he said to fool Maester Aemon, but added some information about ghosts and gods.

After all, the Green Prophet has already felt Kazan's breath, so it would be more suspicious if he avoided talking about it.

The crow on the stake listened carefully, and what the man in front of him said was a strange rumor that he had never heard of for hundreds of years.

For these stories, the Green Prophet has no doubts, after all, he has personally experienced the horror of that breath.

Just like no one thinks that a government that can build a nuclear bomb will fool itself with a few boxes of bullets.

"...So, I hope you can help me."

After finishing speaking, Lin Yi fell silent, waiting for Green Prophet's answer.

The crow in front of him hesitated for a while, then quacked twice.

Lin Yi frowned immediately when he heard this.

"What do you mean...you don't want me to leave the Ghost Forest?"

"Gah!"

The crow called out.

It doesn't make sense... Why would the Green Prophet not want to help me...

Lin Yi frowned and thought for a while, but the crow on the stake seemed a little anxious. It flew up from the stake, flew around the stake, and then flew in one direction.

Lin Yi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he remembered the story of Bran meeting the Green Prophet in the original book, which seemed to happen in the Ghost Forest.

"Could it be...do you want me to see you?"

"Gah!"

The crow let out a cry, confirming Lin Yi's guess.

Lin Yi thought for a while, and felt that he really should meet the Green Prophet, so he nodded.

"Okay, but you'd better go faster, I hate to be traveling with people who are slower than me now..."

"...Gah?"

……

Just as Lin Yi rushed to the cave where the Green Prophet was, the snowstorm on the Fist of the First Men became more and more rapid.

The heavy snow hasn't stopped since the night watchmen came here. If someone stands still for a while, the icy snowflakes will soon submerge his whole body.

After arriving here, Lord Commander Mormont led the night watchmen to set up tents on the Fist of the First Men, clear the ground, repair stone walls, and dig trenches...

The stone walls here were built by the ancestors in the dawn era, and the weathered ancient gray stone is full of traces of time.

But for the land north of the Wall, there is no better place to camp than here.

"I'm a southerner. I never thought that one day I would pick up direwolf feces in the snow and ice north of the Great Wall."

Samwell muttered while digging through the thick snow.

"Well, it's very simple if you don't want to follow me to pick up dung. You just need to pick up the ax and follow the forest officers to cut trees in the ghost forest three miles away. How easy..."

The leader of the team, Zita, rolled his eyes sarcastically. He was Maester Aemon's former secretary.

"I didn't say that... I just thought, I'm a Southerner..."

Samwell's face turned red, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was urgent or cold.

"Whatever you say, but I advise you to push yourself... Jon left with Qhorin Halfhand. Once danger comes, no one will care about your life like him."

Eddie also said something bluntly.

Samwell's heart was full of helplessness and sorrow, but he couldn't refute.

Because he knew that these were ridicules with good intentions, they were all strong and reliable Night Watchmen warriors, unlike him...

Samwell fell silent.

But Accident has never been a guy who will watch the atmosphere come, and the thick and long horn sounded again at this moment.

At the first sound, they stopped.

At the second sound, everyone pulled out the long swords around their waists.

But when the third horn sounded, Samwell swore that he had never seen Zita look so terrified, just as he never imagined that one day he would be so frightened that he couldn't even walk.

Everyone understands what this means.

The White Walkers... are coming!

(End of this chapter)