Chapter 572 The Magic of the Zedi People

After his eldest daughter Meera Reed and his youngest son Jiujian Reed left, under the dim candlelight, Holland Reed kowtowed a few times to the smiling tree shield again and prayed silently. half an hour.

Then he stood up, read the letter of help from the Duke of Winterfell again, put it down, found a pen and paper in the drawer, sat at the table for a moment, and wrote a few lines.

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The castle in the swamp was silent, and there was no sound. Holland Reed sat alone at the table and didn't know what he was writing. It seemed like he was writing a letter, and after he finished writing, he was serious again. He folded the letter, put it in the envelope, and threw it on the table.

Then he found the rope again, moved the bench, put the rope on the beam, then stepped on the bench and put his neck on it.

The next morning, a scream broke the silence in Greywater.

Holland Reed's eldest daughter, Meera, came to look for him on something, but found that his father had already been hanged on the beam, and many small Zedi people came, including Holland Reed The son of Jiu Jian.

However, Jiu Jian, like many of the surrounding clansmen, was very calm. He seemed to have foreseen this result long ago, and he didn't even shed a single tear, while his sister Meera was crying like a tearful person.

After their father committed suicide, Mela and Jiujian found the envelope left by their father on the desk, opened it and saw the contents left on it, and then the young siblings called on the rest of the tribe to leave the neck and migrate to the south, claiming that human beings Unable to resist the invasion of the White Walkers.

However, some people listened to the opinions of the Mera sisters and brothers, while more Zedi people were unable to leave their homeland and chose to stay here to help the coalition repel the White Walkers.

All the time flashed past Viserys' eyes one by one as fast as stepping on the accelerator, and Holland Reed stood beside Viserys, looking at himself in the picture tremblingly.

Even a year ago, Holland Reed couldn't help but glance at the corner of the room before he was hanged.

He always felt a little uneasy, as if he was aware of the passers-by in history, just like Brynden River in front of the forest of gods.

They are all people whose innate spiritual power is different from ordinary people, so they are extremely sensitive to the changes in the surrounding details.

"Who are you?"

After having personally experienced a time travel, when he returned to the present again, Holland Reed's eyes on Viserys changed, and his eyes were full of shock and consternation.

He couldn't understand what happened to him while he was sleeping?

Had the White Walkers destroyed the world and killed the Heart Tree? The Dragon Knight of House Targaryen became the last lonely traveler in the world?

He couldn't sense the existence of the Heart Tree, but he sensed the power of the Heart Tree from Viserys.

"Why did you hang yourself?"

However, after reading the whole story, Viserys frowned slightly, was silent for a moment, then turned his head and asked.

"It's about the magic of the Swedes, Your Majesty."

"We are praying to the heart tree."

Holland Reed restrained his nervous expression, and then explained with extreme caution.

The Zeddites are one of the oldest traditional races in Westeros, and many legends about them are still preserved in the outside world.

The most important of them is that they master ancient black magic, have frog-like palms, prey on fish, frogs, and lizards, and are good at concealment and sneak attacks.

"The Zedi people and the children of the forest are close partners. We once resisted aggression together and believed in the heart tree."

For the Zedi people, like the children of the forest, there is no difference between the old and the new gods. The new gods and the old gods are just an artificial distinction. The Zedi people and the children of the forest share the belief in the heart tree, and the weirwood is the source of their power and magic.

"My son Jiu Jian had grey water fever when he was younger, a fatal disease, but the green prophet saved him and gave him green vision."

Howland Reed is explaining that just in the past, his son Jiu Jian once said 'he saw it'.

He saw the endless swamp frozen, covered in frost, and the White Walkers finally crossed the neck with green flames on their feet.

Therefore, Holland Reide left a letter asking all the clansmen to abandon their homes and escape from the neck, but did not expect that most of the clansmen did not listen to him after he "hanged".

"I prayed to the heart tree at that time, hoping to bless the clansmen through the difficulties, and I would turn into a weirwood."

"It's a fair deal, and many children of the forest will choose to be a weirwood before they die."

Holland Reed said and looked down at the vines under his feet. They had lost their vitality after being pulled down by Viserys.

"But it's obvious."

Immediately, the small swamp man raised his head, looked at the dilapidated environment around him, and shrugged his shoulders.

"My prayers failed, and the weirwood did not answer my prayers to protect my people."

"Equally, I didn't turn into a tree."

"You pray to the heart tree?"

Viserys was stunned for a moment when he heard the words. He absorbed the power of the Old God but never knew it had such power.

And although he could see the past, who knew what Holland Reed was muttering on his knees on the ground.

"That's right."

"I was once humiliated by several knight attendants at the competition in Harrenhal. Well, it was the competition you know well. I was too small to be bullied by them and didn't dare to fight back."

"Miss Lyanna Stark helped me fight off the squire, and Bunyan suggested that I should be given a sword and a shield, so that I can earn my dignity."

"I accepted his offer and spent the night praying to the weirwood to give me strength."

"Later, I took the pieced armor and this shield, defeated those knights, and won my dignity for myself."

Holland Reed's eyes looked at the smiling tree shield on the table not far away, and his eyes were a little nostalgic. It was an extremely rare highlight in his life.

And Viserys was stunned again when he heard this, and then blinked his eyes.

He saw the whole picture of the competition, the cheek under the smiling tree knight, and then withdrew his gaze the next second.

"I thought it was Lyanna who stood up for you?"

"No, of course I earned my dignity."

"The Stark brothers saw me getting stronger, so they kept their mouths shut."

"However, now I have not noticed the existence of the Heart Tree."

After a moment of silence, Holland Reed raised his head slightly and spoke again.

"You are not the Old God, nor are you the Green Prophet."