Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 57 Re-entering Winterfell

Ugh... *retch*... Urgh...

Tyrion, supporting himself on a tree, vomited up sour liquid.

Joffrey gently patted his back, "Hang in there, just half a day more, Winterfell is ahead, we can have a good rest for the night."

"Half a day?! Might as well just kill me!"

Tyrion directly hugged the tree, refusing to let go, "Don't even think about making me move another step today!"

Today was the third day since they departed from Castle Black.

Joffrey, Osha, and the Children of the Forest rode on the giant lion, while Tyrion, Jon, and Ghost rode on the snow bear.

The two giant beasts traveled for ten-odd hours each day, and had already crossed over a thousand kilometers of long distance.

The ceaseless bumps and shakes had broken down Tyrion's small frame.

"Good nephew, I know your magic is powerful, able to make rain and snowballs faster and more enduring than ravens, but why the rush?"

Joffrey smiled slightly at him.

"Calculating the time, Father has probably already entered the Riverlands, right?"

Tyrion paused, then released the tree, letting himself fall heavily to the ground.

He understood the deep meaning in Joffrey's words.

Yes, the king who died under the throne would inevitably cause a bloodbath, how could that be allowed?

The Riverlands was neither too far nor too close, just right.

Tyrion understood that the speed couldn't be slowed down, "At least teach me the magic of the rain and snowballs."

He directly started rolling on the ground, looking like he wouldn't give up until he got it.

Joffrey glared at him unhappily, it seemed like these 3 rune energies couldn't be saved, "Get up and I'll give it to you."

Tyrion straightened up, performing a beautiful backflip.

Joffrey split off a recovery rune mirror image to Tyrion.

After the rest, the group continued onward.

On the lion's back, Joffrey took out a few leaves and circulated runes.

These leaves were taken from the three Children of the Forest they had released, and could monitor their movements at any time.

Whether Bloodraven truly didn't care or was helpless, in any case, the three Children of the Forest safely returned home yesterday.

At this moment, the Children of the Forest were gathering in the cave where the throne was located.

"Leaf, please help me translate again."

Joffrey transmitted the scene and conversation information from the homeland to Leaf, and Leaf also translated the conversation into the Common Tongue for Joffrey.

The two of them watched together.

Inside the mountain, the dim cave walls were covered with pale, ancient weirwood roots, like white snakes, like corpses.

The weirwood was not alone.

Many beasts quietly lay at the entrances of the various passages connected to the cave, while small animals and birds frolicked and played inside, seemingly unaffected by the dim light.

The Children of the Forest silently watched them.

A part of the deceased Children of the Forest lived within these animals, they were both companions, and brothers, sisters, fathers, and mothers.

At some unknown moment, the Children of the Forest made sounds.

"Three of our people have left us."

"We shouldn't have left the last homeland, the South is no longer our home, it is full of danger and deception."

"That's right, human oaths cannot be trusted."

"I don't want to go either."

"The last Green Seer is here, where else should we go? This is our final destination."

"..."

All the speeches were full of resistance and unease towards the South and leaving the homeland.

Bloodraven on the weirwood throne quietly closed his eyes.

Leaf saw that all sixty-three singers in the tribe were present, it had been a long time since everyone had gathered so completely.

Joffrey wasn't disappointed at all.

Less than half of the singers spoke, the rest either nodded in agreement or lowered their heads in silence.

He was looking forward to the first person to speak out.

A female singer with red-gold mixed pupils stood up, "I have a different idea."

Everyone turned to look at her.

Her tone was mournful, "Everyone, look around, look at our tribe, what can we use to resist the cold god of the North?"

Bloodraven slowly opened his eyes.

"Only humans can help us continue, we cannot give up even if there is only a glimmer of hope.

I am willing to go south to try to make an alliance with humans!"

"Green Seer, please allow me to leave the homeland, the tribe needs humans."

Her bright eyes pleaded with Bloodraven.

The singers looked at each other, and seven singers walked to her side one after another, waiting for the Green Seer's decision.

Joffrey didn't know what reaction he wanted to see from Bloodraven more.

Suppress? Bloodraven was, after all, human, facing more than sixty Children of the Forest, did he have this ability?

Reject? The Children of the Forest would be dissatisfied or even resist, Bloodraven's prestige would be gone.

Agree? Bloodraven would be fine for the time being, but the power of the Children of the Forest would be dispersed, which would also be considered weakening the enemy.

Bloodraven closed his eyes and said nothing.

This was also a kind of response.

She offered a leaf to pay tribute to the Green Seer, and then led seven tribesmen into another slightly brighter cave, which was the way up.

Joffrey ended the monitoring.

Leaf trusted the Green Seer a little more, "Your Highness, the Green Seer should no longer target you, everyone can work together to fight the cold god."

Joffrey chuckled, "Perhaps."

If this crow dares to make trouble again, he will definitely be destroyed before dealing with the White Walkers!

Towards evening.

They saw Winterfell.

Tyrion was now unhurried, "I think I understand, even the rain is more important than me?! Give me this magic sooner, and we won't even have to spend the night here tonight."

Tyrion had already experienced the wonderful use of recovery rune energy.

Can it be useful when playing with women and getting tired?

He decided to try it tonight.

That place last time had a good one, red hair, what was her name again?

Remembered, Ros.

Joffrey once again urged everyone, "Remember what I said, we are very anxious, Winterfell must know the danger it is about to face."

He looked at Leaf, "The gods have given me an epiphany, in order to accumulate strength to resist the cold god as soon as possible, I have to abandon personal feelings, sacrifice myself for the public good, you can understand, right."

Leaf knew that humans liked to lie, but didn't expect it to be to this extent.

Joffrey earnestly comforted: "You are a key link, determining the success or failure of the matter, determining the future of countless lives, be sure to prioritize the overall situation."

Leaf silently asked the Nameless Gods to grant forgiveness.

Rain and Snowball carried them straight to the winter town outside Winterfell.

The winter town was a gathering place for commoners who came to seek shelter before winter, accommodating up to hundreds of thousands of people, but now less than one-fifth of the houses were inhabited.

Tyrion was very puzzled as to what the Northmen thought was winter, could the present time with ice and snow all over the ground be summer?

They approached the crowd.

According to Joffrey's intention, Leaf and the two tribesmen did not deliberately cover their bodies, coupled with the terrifying size of the giant lion and snow bear, the entire winter town was quickly and thoroughly awakened.

Screams and cries rose and fell.

"Monsters!"

"Flesh-eating goblins!"

The adults fearfully dragged their children away to hide in the distance, only a few children whose parents were not around cast curious and clear gazes.

*Thump thump thump*~

The people of Winterfell finally came to greet them.

Joffrey recognized the leading old knight—Winterfell's master-at-arms, Ser Rodrik Cassel.

Joffrey was brewing his emotions.

"Your Highness, Winterfell welcomes you..."

Joffrey grabbed the old knight, "There's no time for pleasantries, something big is about to happen, quickly take me to see Lady Catelyn, immediately!"

The old knight noticed the faint anxiety and panic on the crown prince's face.

And that little goblin.