Euron's consciousness came instantly, White Knife River's upstream from the North.
On the grassland by the river, there are more than 5,000 the North troops stationed.
In a certain tent in the camp, young Rickon·Stark hugged his "Shaggydog" Direwolf and slept together.
Shaggydog noticed the arrival of Euron, raised his ears, and growled outside the camp.
Rickon was woken up and stroked Shaggydog, "What's wrong? Shaggydog? Don't be afraid. There are many people here to protect us, it'll be okay."
Euron's consciousness quickly left. Obviously, Rickon was not the person he was looking for.
He jumped back to Bran and Arya again, and then instantly came to Rickon's camp...
"What's going on? Only these three little brats are the blood relatives of Sansa·Stark? What about Luke·Stark? Isn't he the illegitimate son of Lyanna·Stark? Why can't he be found?"
Euron fell into deep thought. He used blood as a medium to search for blood relatives. This blood connection cannot be blocked by any Magic.
But now he "can't see" Luke·Stark, so there is only one explanation. Luke·Stark lied. He is not a member of House Stark at all, and there is no blood of House Stark in his body.
The furious Euron roared, he had been planning for so long, and he was even willing to become a prisoner and suffer humiliation. He never thought that everything was in vain, Luke·Stark was not the person of House Stark.
Bran, who was sitting on the bed, turned pale. He looked at a black shadow floating beside his bed and kept muttering something. He could vaguely see the face of the black shadow, which seemed to be a one-eyed man.
"Who are you?" Bran asked.
Sandor and Brienne saw Bran talking to the air, and immediately became nervous. They knew that Wizard, who was spying on them, was back again.
Euron and Bran looked at each other and asked in surprise, "Can you see me? Oh, you are a Wizard, no wonder..."
Bran asked again, "Are you from Cersei?"
Euron did not answer Bran. He was furious now and needed someone to vent to, "Since I can't find Luke·Stark, I will kill all three of you brats!"
His right hand turned into a long black knife and slashed at Bran.
Bran was startled and raised his arms to block.
The moment the black sword touched his arm, a burst of green energy suddenly emerged, shaking the sword back.
"What the hell? God's blessing? This... this, why does God's blessing always exist? How can there be such a generous god in the world?" Euron did not believe in evil, so he floated to Arya's bedside and slashed at Arya, who looked confused.
"Ding!"
Arya is also protected by green energy, making Euron's shadow-binding Magic useless.
Euron yelled uncontrollably, but unfortunately only Bran could see and hear him in the whole room.
"This is not the power of Old Gods. You Stark believe in other gods? Who is it?"
Bran is also observing Euron's reaction, "You are not an assassin sent by Cersei."
If Lannister really discovered their traces, why bother sending Wizard to assassinate them? Just send hundreds of Lannister cavalry to surround this place, and they would not be able to escape.
Euron said with a ferocious smile, "I can't kill you, but there is another Stark that I can play with!"
The black shadow instantly disappeared in front of Bran, leaving Bran still thinking about what he said.
Bran slapped his forehead, "Oh no, Sansa and Rickon are in danger!"
In Rickon's camp, there were short screams and Direwolf's wails...
When Barristan and Davos heard the sound and arrived, Rickon had lost his breath and Shaggydog was also dead in a pool of blood.
The death scene of Rickon was extremely horrific. His whole body was twisted into a strange shape, and he was all wet, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
His body and face were covered with tentacle and suction cup marks, which were extremely strange.
Davos Judging from the thickness of its tentacles, the squid that strangled Rickon was at least larger than the tent.
Barristan thinks Davos is joking. This is an inland river in the mainland, not a deep sea. Where did such a big squid come from?
Davos smiled bitterly, "Ser Barristan Selmy, we still have three days to go from Winterfell, why did it suddenly... Oh, if I had known better, I would have continued on our way tonight."
Barristan has seen Ice Magic from Tysha, and his vision has been opened, "This is the power of Magic, we have no way to compete. Send the order, and the army will set off immediately!"
Female Wildlings Osha heard the news and ran over in a hurry. She knelt down beside Rickon's body and shed tears silently.
She turned her head and glared at Barristan and Davos outside the tent, "Is this your promise? He is still a child and cannot threaten King in the North's throne, so why do you want to kill him!"
Barristan has lived an honest life, how could he commit the shameless act of killing a child? He snorted coldly, "Are you talking about the succession to the throne? Bran·Stark's succession order is higher than Rickon. Since Your Majesty can accommodate Bran, how can you not tolerate Rickon?"
Davos inspected the bodies of Rickon, "Both the bodies of Rickon and Direwolf were crushed by a huge force. The bones in their bodies were crushed. I Barristan and Barristan are already old and do not have such great strength. You misunderstood, this is Wizard using Magic to deal with House Stark."
Osha pinched the broken bones in the corpse and cried sadly, "Why was he being retaliated against? Where are his brother the king and brother commander-in-chief? They were clearly the enemies they provoked..."
Barristan and Davos did not argue with her and turned around and left.
The two of them are also troubled. Now that Rick has died suddenly, how should they explain to King in the North?
Highgarden, Main Castle Upstairs.
Garlan fought with the big squid for a long time. Under the cover of the soldiers' torches, he finally pierced the squid's big head (actually the body) with his sword, ending the black squid's life.
He ran into the room with his sword and asked the Redwyne twins to quickly take Sansa to the Rookery tower and hand it over to the bachelor for treatment.
He walked up to Euron and slashed at Euron's neck with his sword!
Just when the sword edge was about to approach, Euron suddenly woke up and hurriedly rolled to avoid it.
"Ugh!"
Garlan's sword only cut off half of the palm of Euron's left hand and failed to hit his neck.
Euron covered the bloody severed hand, retreated to the window sill, and said with a smile, "Seven is so generous. The way to give you power is to burn your own life?"
Garlan was vaguely aware of it, but he didn't care. "No matter what the price is, I will kill you!"
Euron shrugged his shoulders and laughed, "You can't kill me, because... my life and Drowned God are one."
Without waiting for Garlan to attack again, he climbed out of the window and jumped downstairs.
When Garlan ran to the window, there was only a pool of black liquid left on the ground downstairs, and Euron had long since disappeared.
"Damn it!"
He beat the window sill in frustration, hating that he didn't move quickly enough. At the same time, the brilliance on his body slowly became dim, and eventually disappeared.
Garlan sat weakly on his knees on the ground. He looked very tired. There were some silver threads in his long brown hair for no reason, and some wrinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes.
Garlan, who was originally in his early twenties, now looks to be at least in his forties, and is seriously aging.