The Greenseer's Help

"Jon!"

Euron's head, which had rolled onto the deck, suddenly spoke, startling Jon.

"How can he still be alive!" He drew his sword, ready to chop Euron into pieces right there and feed him to the fish, or take him back and burn him to ashes.

Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong. The severed head spoke, but Sandor behind him and the soldiers around him didn't react at all, as if they hadn't heard it.

Continuing to observe his surroundings out of the corner of his eye, Jon witnessed an even more astonishing scene. He felt his breath almost stop, and his blood seemed to freeze for a moment—the waves had stopped, no, to be precise, they had stopped completely! It was as if the pause button had been pressed.

The waves exploded in mid-air but did not fall, and the splashing water droplets seemed to be suspended in mid-air.

The sea surface reflected the golden sunlight like shattered glass; time seemed to stand still!

"Jon, I am not Euron."

The head on the deck spoke again. Jon slowly approached, holding his sword between himself and the head, only to suddenly realize that Euron's eyes had turned emerald green.

Those emerald green eyes no longer held malice, but instead carried a sense of pity and vicissitude.

"Are you— the Greenseer?" Jon asked tentatively.

After all, according to his memory, in the world of ice and fire, it seemed that only two legendary beings had ever demonstrated their power.

One is the Greenseer, the other is the Night King who brings cold and death.

"Ah, you've exceeded my expectations a bit," Euron's head spoke again, a hint of surprise in its tone.

"You, why are you here?" Considering the mystique displayed by this person suspected to be the Greenseer, Jon instinctively used honorifics and sheathed his sword. Moreover, he was unsure whether the Greenseer was friend or foe.

In fact, Jon had many questions in his mind, but he decided to take it slow.

"We have limited time, so I'll just talk about what interests you the most," the green-eyed man said, looking at Jon.

First, he stated that he had no connection with Euron, that Euron was actually a pawn of the Night King, and that Euron's power came from the Night King.

"The Night King? A pawn!" Jon was surprised again, because in his eyes the Night King seemed to be a monster who only knew how to amass corpses in the snow and ice to prepare for mass production of troops. He never expected that the Night King would also know how to strategize!

However, upon closer reflection, it doesn't seem so strange. The Night King's power is not necessarily inferior to that of the Greenseer. Since the Greenseer was able to find Bran, it's not surprising that the Night King chose Euron as his pawn.

Especially for individuals who have lived for tens of thousands of years, it is only natural that they possess extraordinary wisdom.

"During the last Long Night, humanity, having accumulated vast resources and abundant population and supplies, ultimately triumphed. Although the Night King retreated to the Land of Always Winter, he did not abandon his concern for humanity. He selected Euron as his Euron, whose sole purpose was to constantly instigate wars and create chaos, ultimately draining humanity's resources—" Listening to the Greenseer's narration, Jon sighed with emotion; it seemed everyone favored this tactic.

"Is the story of Azor Ahai and Nissa Nissa true? Do the Lightbringer really exist? Am I the reincarnation of Azor Ahai? Will killing the Night King end the Long Night?" Jon asked a series of questions, mainly focusing on how to defeat the Night King.

"The first question depends on your choice. The second question: the Lightbringer does exist, but it's not a sword; what it is will be determined by fate. The third question, again, depends on your choice—"

Hearing the Greenseer's riddle-like answer, Jon couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

You've risked your life here, can't you just explain yourself more clearly?

However, Jon quickly lost his temper for commenting, because the Greenseer answered the last question, "Fourth question, the Night King is unkillable."

"The Night King is unkillable!" Jon's expression turned serious upon hearing this conclusion.

"So, will you offer help to humanity in the Long Night to come?" Jon asked earnestly.

Although he had a vague feeling that the Greenseer was more likely to side with humanity, he had always hoped that humanity could overcome the difficulties by relying on its own strength.

This question is just a tentative attempt, with no guarantee of success. Jon's expectation of him is that he should participate, but he can accept being an observer if he doesn't, as long as he doesn't side with the Night King, otherwise things will get complicated.

"The blood of the Children of the Forest has merged with that of the First Men, and the blood of the First Men has spread throughout all of humanity. For example, you not only have Valyria blood, but also the blood of the Children of the Forest and the First Men. Of course I will offer my help. The Night King desires cold and death; he is naturally on the opposite side of all living beings."

Jon breathed a slight sigh of relief after receiving an affirmative answer.

After all, the history of Westeros is roughly like this: First, the Children of the Forest multiplied in Westeros, using stone tools as their primary means of production. Then came the First Men, First Men could smelt bronze. Bronze weapons were naturally superior to stone tools, so the First Men defeated the Children of the Forest and the Giants. Next came the Andals, Andals could smelt iron. Iron tools were superior to bronze tools, so the Andals seized a large area of land south of the the Neck from the First Men. That's why there are Smith among the Seven.

Finally, the Targaryen arrived riding dragons, and the dragons' flames united the entire continent into one.

The Children of the Forest are at the very bottom of the food chain. Jon had been worried that the Greenseer, whose people were nearly wiped out, might want to bring in the Night King, a third party, to destroy humanity and give his people a chance to breathe. It would be best if he thought that way.

"So how will you help me?" Jon asked.

You'll find out when you get back.

"You'll find out when you get back." Despite his doubts, Jon didn't press for details.

It's normal for older people to like keeping things a secret.

Is Bran your pawn?

"No, Bran is my chosen successor. If you can defeat the Night King, then perhaps I can have some power left to heal his leg." At this point, the Greenseer took the lead in the conversation, saying solemnly, "Jon, what I'm about to tell you, don't be afraid or shocked."

"Speak," Jon said, straightening his back and leaning forward. "I've fought my whole life. I'm the Warden of the West. I'm not afraid."

"Jon, I need to tell you your true identity. Your father is Rhaegar Targaryen, the crown prince of Aerys. Eddard Stark is your uncle, and your mother is actually his sister, Lyanna Stark— "

Upon hearing the Greenseer's explanation, Jon feigned shock, as he had been worried that the Greenseer knew everything; it seemed that wasn't the case.

This also relieved him, since even allies shouldn't reveal everything about themselves.

Otherwise, one would be in a subordinate position, which is very uncomfortable.

"In short, time is running out. You need to make Westeros and the entire world aware of the threat posed by the Night King and the White Walkers as soon as possible. Do it now, and I'll try to buy you some more time."

The Greenseer's voice grew increasingly urgent, as if time truly was running out.

The next second, Euron's eyes turned blue!

It's obvious that he's been possessed by another being this time.

The look of weariness and compassion on his face vanished, replaced by indifference and disgust.

"Jon."

Euron's voice sounded like steel scraping against ice; needless to say, the Greenseer was being "interrupted" by the Night King.

"Jon, now that you know your identity and possess the Dragonlord Bloodline, what do you say? You will be my representative, and I will guarantee your dynasty's eternal prosperity, never to fall!"

The Night King's voice was alluring, but Jon remained composed. He glanced around and noticed that Sandor and the other soldiers were still motionless.

"I will bring you dragons, and even immortality if you wish is not a problem."

"And what's the price?" Jon asked in a deep voice.

"The price? The price is negligible. You only need to offer your bloodline periodically, so that he can come to the Land of Always Winter to serve me. Each year, I will only extend the ice and snow a little bit southward."

"Oh, so they're using me as a thug," Jon sneered inwardly.

"How about it? If you agree to my terms now, I'll give you the power to hatch a dragon, and at the same time, I'll make the ice and snow retreat back to the Wall!"

Jon, of course, didn't believe him. Instead, he considered whether agreeing to his request and then backing out would buy him more time.

But Jon's intuition told him that this was impossible.

The agreement will only take effect if one truly agrees. And for oneself, that would be tantamount to offering one's soul to the devil.

"Are you done talking? If you're done, I'm going to take action."

As Jon spoke, he brandished his longsword at him.

"Hmph, stubborn as a mule!"

Jon sneered and brought his sword down on Euron's head, splitting it in two. The surrounding scenery returned to normal, the waves on the sea began to surge again, and the soldiers and sailors resumed their work. Time began to flow once more.

Jon was still processing his conversation with the Greenseer and the Night King, but he didn't feel relieved.

The Greenseer will offer his assistance, but right now he needs to stall the Night King to buy himself time, so he only made a statement and didn't offer any real help.

As for his "you'll know when you get back," Jon thought it was unlikely that his own Dragon Egg had hatched.

As for the Night King, this guy seems to have a knack for bewitching people, something I must be wary of in the future.

Jon looked at Euron's head; no matter what, the guy he feared most was now dead.

It turns out that the so-called Drowned God was just a cover for the Night King, Euron, the so-called sea monster that ran in the sea of blood, was just a pawn and puppet of the Night King.

Now that the Iron Islands can no longer be a threat to the Sunset Sea, Jon can begin discussing a "restructuring" plan with Robb: moving the natives of the Iron Islands to the Westerlands and bringing the Wildlings from Beyond the Wall the Wall to the Iron Islands. With the threat to the North eliminated, the Triangular Trade Plan can finally begin to be implemented.

Moreover, Jon acquired the Iron Islands Fleet almost entirely.

This time, it can be said that they won on several levels.

It's a pity that winter is coming soon and the Long Night is not far away. Otherwise, Jon believes that if he had another three to five years, Casterly Rock and the Westerlands would definitely be the strongest of the Seven Kingdoms.

On the way back Sandor seemed to be in a very good mood, Jon asked him what was making him so happy.

"My lord, the battle of Westeros is finally over, and we can finally rest."

Sandor said cheerfully, taking a deep breath of the salty sea breeze.

Jon, having just learned that winter would arrive in a little over a year and that the White Walkers would be invading the south, did not refute Sandor.

In fact, he didn't even have to wait a year. Now that he had dealt with the Iron Islands, Stannis was already planning to bring him to King's Landing to keep him under surveillance.

Jon might be able to postpone it for a while, but at most six months later, war might break out again.

And it's not just Stannis; Young Griff., supported by Varys and Illyrio, will also be coming to Westeros to cause trouble.

This gave Jon the feeling that almost everyone, except for himself and the Greenseer, was causing trouble.

"My lord, judging by the time, Madam should be giving birth in about a month, right?"

"Hmm, more or less."

It was indeed a long time since we left Casterly Rock, almost four months.

Although there are still many things to do, Jon basically only needs to stay in Casterly Rock and give orders; he no longer needs to risk his life.

Soon the group returned to Pyke, Jon accepted the surrender of the House Goodbrother.

The Ironborn consider Grey King their ancestor, but the House Goodbrother believes their ancestor was Grey King's brother.

Furthermore, because of the abundance of iron ore, they weren't particularly keen on robbing.

However, Jon needed to control the iron mines of the Iron Islands, so he relocated House Goodbrother to the Westerlands and gave them a small piece of land as a form of appeasement.

After all, relocating all the Ironborn from the island would be too costly. It would be better to relocate the Free Folk from Beyond the Wall Great Wall to the Iron Islands so that they can keep each other in check.

As Balon's successor, Asha announced in front of all the Ironborn that the House Greyjoy would permanently relinquish their claim to the Seastone Chair, and at the same time recruited those Ironborn who had eventually surrendered to Jon but were unwilling to leave the Iron Islands to travel south to Gogossos.

Jon left Brynden in the Iron Islands, appointing him temporarily as Warden of the Iron Islands to manage all of the Iron Islands ' assets.

The conquest of the Iron Islands also brought Jon immense prestige in the Westerlands.

Many Westerlands who had been captured during the War of the Five Kings were rescued. Upon their return, they became supporters of the Stark.

News of Jon's victory quickly spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms.