Lin En learned from the flames that the woman in red robe was now in a confusing choice.
She followed Stannis to the North. Stannis put down the wildling attack on Castle Black in a battle and protected the safety of the country.
Later, the stubborn Stannis insisted on attacking Winterfell, and then his road was blocked by heavy snow in the Wolf Wood, and his food and fodder was raided by the little skinned Ramsay Bolton who occupied Winterfell.
With no way forward and no food and fodder for the army, Stannis was in a desperate situation and asked her for advice.
And the only way she could think of was to sacrifice a person with the blood of the king to the King of Light!
But the problem is, she is at a loss as to the consequences of doing so, and even has doubts that Stannis is the reincarnation of Azor Ahai!
I hope to get help from the "Messenger of the Lord of Light", Lin En!
Lin En was shocked after reading it.
Suddenly he remembered the plot he had watched before,
What was Stannis doing at this time?
It seems that he really sacrificed his daughter, Princess Shireen!
A kind and lovely child!
...
If you don’t know, that’s fine, but now that you know, you can’t just sit idly by!
Lynn made up her mind!
It will take at least half a month for King's Landing's fleet to arrive here. This time is enough for me to go back and forth to the North.
I vaguely remember that in the plot, the mother of dragons rode a dragon and flew to Dragonstone Island in one day. Although it seems that this is not possible now, this should be the reason why the plot needs it in the drama.
But for me, if I want to reach the North quickly, I have more ways than Long Ma, and the speed will be faster!
There is no time to waste,
I don’t know how long ago this message from the red-robed woman was sent, so I must hurry up.
Missandei saw something wrong with Lin En's expression, thought there was something wrong with the flames, and called Lin En anxiously,
"I'm fine, Missandei! And thank you for protecting me just now!" Lin En came back to her senses,
Missandei breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Lin En coming back to her senses, and bowed back.
"Yes, my lord! This is what I should do!"
Linn shook his head, "I know what should be done, Missandei! And I will repay you!"
"Sir! I am your slave. I don't need anything in return for anything I do!"
"Not forever!"
After Linn finished speaking, he went to Margaery to say goodbye and told her that he would be out for a few days, the time was uncertain, but it would not exceed ten days!
After the explanation, he walked to the top of the Sunlight Tower and released Haiqin Smoke. His huge wings instantly enveloped the entire tower.
Hai Qinyan flapped her wings excitedly and flew high!
The powerful wings rolled up the hurricane, and flew into the sky in a few strokes. After two excited turns, Lin En communicated with her heart and quickly passed by the Sun Tower.
Lin En jumped into the air and landed just on the back of its neck. His mental power opened a barrier, and Hai Qinyan's already extremely fast speed suddenly doubled!
"Boom!" There was an explosion!
Many sleeping residents were awakened by the thunder and hurriedly went out to check. They found that the moon was bright and the stars were sparse outside, and there were no traces of thunder. They could only scratch their heads and go back to sleep!
Haiqin Yan flew towards the sea, flew high into the sky, and flew above the thin clouds. Looking up from the ground, there was no movement at all.
According to common sense, the low temperature and pressure here are not suitable for the existence of any ordinary life. Of course, dragons are not afraid, but if they are humans, they will probably freeze to death.
Even if it doesn't freeze to death, it will be blown off the dragon's back by the strong wind at high speed. At such a speed, it is not something that humans can catch with their strength!
But this is not a problem for Linn. He even dislikes being slow.
In order to save time, Linn flew directly along the King's Avenue. His mental power constantly scanned the ground situation to correct the position and determine the route. They kept flying over the mountains, over the forests, and over the lakes!
...
To the northwest of Winterfell in the North, there is a huge forest called Wolf Wood!
This is the largest forest in all of Westeros besides the Kingswood and Rainforest in the Stormlands!
However, at this time, there was heavy snow and strong winds. Even in the forest, it was difficult to open your eyes! The cold iron armor worn on the body and the thick leather jacket seemed to freeze people to death!
Stannis's soldiers could only camp on the spot, hide in tents, take off their iron armor, and make fires to keep warm.
Three thousand soldiers have been trapped here for seven days!
Food is getting less and less, and now I can only eat a bowl of gruel every day. The snowstorm shows no signs of stopping!
If we continue like this, for at most two days, if we run out of food, I am afraid that all of us will die in this forest!
Everyone knows about these situations. The burning of food and grass is not a top secret. It is also obvious to everyone that the food distributed is getting less and less. The reason why no one has escaped is simply because the sky is full of snow and there is a dead end. It is better to stay.
Here, with so many people together, it is better than walking alone into the snow and seeking death!
In such a desperate situation, a rumor slowly spread among the army:
"As long as you sacrifice the blood of a king to the King of Light, you can stop the snowstorm!"
Some people sneered, while others were convinced as if they were grasping at the last straw!
In the large tent of the Chinese army, the fire was burning brightly, keeping out the severe cold outside.
The staff was complaining to Stannis, "Maybe we shouldn't attack Winterfell now! We don't have any advantage!"
Standing next to the brazier, Stannis has broad shoulders, strong limbs, and a tight face. His skin has been exposed to the scorching sun for a long time, and is as hard as pig iron!
If you were to use the word "fortitude" to describe a person, no one would fit it better than Stannis.
He turned his face, his thin and tight lips parted,
"I defeated the undefeated Iron Fleet at the Fair Isles, held Storm's End for a whole year against the siege of the entire Reach, captured Dragonstone from the Targaryens, and was still outside the **
, defeated Mance Rayder's wildling army with one-twentieth of his strength! Tell me, what achievements does that bastard son of the Bolton family have that I should be afraid of!"
These words were like cold steel hitting the room, and the staff shut up tightly.
After a long period of time, he cowardly said, "There are rumors in the army that seem to be talking about sacrifices!"
He stopped abruptly when he said this, because a cold gaze came directly at him, as if the stove in the tent suddenly went out, and it was cold to the bone.
The staff member closed his mouth tightly, knowing that if he said one more word, his life would be in danger!
"Half of the soldiers in my army have no faith. The other half believe in the Seven Gods. Get out! Tell them to pray harder!"
After receiving the order, the staff left the tent.
Stannis was the only one left in the tent. He looked at the fire in front of him silently.
There was no expression on his hard face, as if he had lost this function long ago.
