Greenseer's one eye stared at Viserys for a long time this time, and then the corner of his mouth seemed to move, as if he heard some kind of ancient joke.
"Do you know why I am reluctant to hand over Horn to you, because I have never trusted you, even now, Viserys. Targaryen?"
Greenseer said, "I see two contradictory things in you. One is the Dragonlord bloodline of Targaryen, and the other is something I can't understand and I don't understand. And you have been hiding that secret since you were six years old. You have never let anyone know who you are."
"Then you know now." Viserys said in a calm tone.
"No, I only know that I still can't see through you."
Greenseer said, "I can't see through your past, nor can I see through your future. Your destiny is shrouded in fog, and even I can't touch it after using the power of Weirwood. You know, after I use the power of Weirwood, I can even see some secrets of Cold God and Lord of Light."
"But I can see one thing. What you want is not Horn. What you want is to have the power of Horn in your own hands, so that you can decide by yourself when Wall will fall and when not."
Viserys did not deny it this time. After all, in his opinion, as long as Cold God and Night's King are solved later, then the existence of Wall will be unnecessary.
Even if some Free Folk are wild and difficult to train, and still want to continue to live in Beyond the Wall, and then go south to plunder without any problems, then only the North will be in trouble.
The Neck Lake is an insurmountable gap for them. The Neck Lake is not only a chasm in the north for southerners, but also the best choice for northerners to go south.
What's more, Neck is even easier to use than Wall. Those Free Folks with better skills can directly flip over Wall. In the original work, most of the Free Folks that passed Wall can be directly flipped over, and there are fewer the Great Canyons.
But except for House Reed, who can directly bypass Neck, basically no one else has been heard of. Destroying Wall is regarded as his "gift" to the North, and they cannot be too happy.
"I can give you Horn."
Greenseer said again, "But I have a condition. You must agree to me. After you really solve Cold God, you will make Bran the guardian north of Wall. He does not need to return." To Winterfell, there is no need to be King in the North, he just needs to stay outside Wall like me, watch those Weirwood, and watch the inheritance of Children of the Forest not be cut off."
"Yes, I promise you." Viserys said, "As long as Bran is willing, he can stay outside Wall."
Greenseer nodded, and then from the depths of his tree roots, a vine slowly stretched out, with a black Horn rolled on the vine.
The Horn is not big, and has some ancient runes engraved on its surface. Those runes glow with a dark blue luster under the reflection of the luminous moss.
Viserys took Horn off the vine. It was very heavy, much heavier than the ordinary Horn. He could also feel that there was a strong magic power flowing inside Horn. The magic power was stronger than the magic power in Dragonbinder, but it was suppressed by some power rules and was not fully released.
"This is what you want Horn of Winter."
Greenseer said, "It can blow down Wall, but the cost of using it is also very high. Ordinary people will lose their lives on the spot if they blow Horn. Even those who possess Magic will be counterattacked by the magic power of Horn. At least they will lose their voice, and at worst they will lose a lot of vitality. Therefore, do not use it unless it is absolutely necessary."
Viserys's fingers rubbed the cold runes on the surface of Horn. The suppressed magic power danced faintly along the fingertips, like a sleeping giant waiting to be awakened.
"I understand the cost. As long as it can help me end this long cold winter, this backlash is nothing." Viserys said lightly, with no trace of ripples in his tone. After all, he was not prepared to use it himself, and the big backlash and price had nothing to do with him.
He put Horn of Winter into his luggage, and Brynden's blood-red single eye stared closely at Viserys's movements. It was not until Horn completely disappeared from sight that he slowly closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.
"The deal is done." Greenseer's voice sounded again, but it sounded weaker than before, as if something had consumed a lot of his energy just now.
"The wind and snow outside are intensifying, and Night's King's minions are already testing the edge of the barrier. Viserys, you promised me, you have to buy time for me before I completely hand over the inheritance to Bran."
"Of course."
Viserys stood up, took Daenerys's hand again, and said in a calm tone, "Others is blocked outside, I will help you clean it up, but you also have to promise me one thing, Children of the Forest, let you move outside helps keep an eye on the movements to the north of Haunted Forest. If Night's King makes any big moves, ask them to send a letter to Castle Black, or ask your Three-Eyed Crow to come."
Because these Weirwood of Beyond the Wall have been controlled by Greenseer for many years, Viserys, who now knows some of the situation, will not easily put his consciousness on them.
Greenseer nodded when he heard Viserys's words. The Three-Eyed Crow also flew up from his shoulders and landed on a tree root of Weirwood. The three big blood-red eyes were still staring at Viserys and them.
"One more thing."
Greenseer said, "Your Little Sister Daenerys, her fate is closely connected with Targaryen's Dragon. Her power has not yet fully awakened. If you want your Dragon Horde to play a role in the next war, you need to let her fully accept her bloodline."
Viserys turned her head and glanced at Daenerys. She stood behind him and had been listening quietly to the conversation between the two. Now when she heard Greenseer mention her name, her eyes met Viserys's.
"I understand, let's go, Dany." Viserys said, holding Daenerys's hand and leaving the cave.
Daenerys felt the warmth of Older Brother's palm at this moment, and her tense body relaxed a little. She took one last look at the half-man, half-tree old man who originally belonged to House Targaryen. Although there was pity in her eyes, they were more wary of the Winter she was about to face.
The figures of the two gradually disappeared at the entrance of the cave, leaving only Brynden and Raven "sitting" alone on the throne woven by tree roots, waiting for the next fiddling with his fate.