Yes, I will arrange the journey south now.
Great Black Crow Green Seer, I have a question.
We haven't interfered with the future at all, so why would it suddenly change?"
Mint nodded in response upon hearing this, then asked what was on her mind.
After being tempered by the River of Time, she had begun to initially grasp the knowledge belonging to a Green Seer.
Therefore, she strongly desired to resolve the doubts in her heart.
"Mint, I understand your confusion, after all, I went through the same thing back then.
The future we Green Seers see is the natural development of everything according to its normal trajectory.
But when we glimpse the future, even if we act and speak strictly according to the future we saw, some deviations will still occur.
Because when we know the future in advance, this is no longer normal.
In the past of the future we saw, we did not know the future.
Does that sound convoluted? Actually, to put it simply, it's because the amount of information we and the future us know is different, which causes an anomaly.
And this anomaly might not have a big impact, or it might lead to earth-shattering changes.
It's like a butterfly flapping its wings in Westeros, and a tornado might appear in Essos.
Therefore, we must do everything in our power to guide those deviations back onto the right track and recreate that future.
This is also what we Green Seers have been doing before."
It was clear that the Black Crow Green Seer seemed to genuinely want to train Mint to become the new Green Seer.
Upon hearing Mint's doubts, he patiently began to instruct her.
However, his words were indeed a bit much for Mint to process; she nodded as if she understood but didn't quite, then went to prepare for the journey south.
Having learned from the experiences at Last Hearth and Caho Town before, Mint systematically assigned the preparatory tasks.
Unlike the White Walkers that neither eats nor drinks, both the Children of the Forest and humans require resources like food and water.
So the most troublesome part of the preparation was driving the human captives to search for food supplies within the city and load them onto the transport convoy.
Because at times like these, they would always look for inedible round metal objects and various attractive stones.
The Children of the Forest naturally didn't understand the principle that humans die for wealth and birds for food.
Even when surrounded by the White Walkers, these Seven Kingdoms commoners who had been poor their entire lives still diligently rummaged and scrambled for valuables like gold, silver, and jewelry.
Although the number of Children of the Forest was very small and they couldn't manage these tens of thousands of human captives.
But since they were surrounded by the White Walkers controlled by the Black Crow Green Seer, even if these human captives were given a hundred times their courage, they wouldn't dare to escape on their own.
About half a day later, the White Walkers, like a coastline, set off from Dreadfort and headed towards Winterfell, the capital of the north.
Before leaving Dreadfort, the Black Crow Green Seer did not forget to expand the ranks of his White Walkers.
The Black Crow Green Seer, standing atop the Dreadfort city walls, spread his hands to both sides, then slowly raised them upwards.
Rustle, rustle!
The land around Dreadfort began to bulge outwards from within, and the corpses that had been sleeping in this land for who knows how many years struggled out with all their might.
Even within Dreadfort, many skeletal hands reached out from the soil where corpses were buried.
This scene terrified the human captives, who huddled together, afraid of being grabbed by those skeletal hands.
The Bolton family of Dreadfort truly lived up to their reputation for cruel flaying throughout the Seven Kingdoms.
The number of ghouls obtained in Dreadfort was almost equivalent to the total number from the two cities of Last Hearth and Caho Town.
The ghoul sea was strengthened once again; even if Winterfell's walls were high, with the number of these ghouls, they could easily build many bone ladders to attack the city.
The vast White Walkers began its southward march at a constant, unchanging pace. In the latter half of their ranks were the human captives, bringing their families along and driving the transport convoy.
...
In the sky above Kalin Bay, Baela, seated on Moondancer's saddle, put down her spyglass after confirming the enemy's target.
Although the injury to Moondancer's left flank had not fully recovered, as long as there were no large ballistas or scorpion crossbows, the Ironborn's arrows alone could not penetrate Moondancer's defenses.
Jacaerys, due to the plot of the TV series in his previous life, naturally had a poor impression of the Ironborn.
Perhaps influenced by him, Baela also strongly disliked these Ironborn who only plundered.
She didn't even consider shouting for surrender first to complete this rescue mission with the least effort.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Under Baela's control, Moondancer vigorously flapped her wings and swooped down from the sky towards the Kalin Bay gate tower.
"Dracarys!"
Upon entering striking range, Baela's red lips parted slightly, uttering this extremely deadly High Valyria word.
Roar!!!
A thin stream of green Dracarys immediately spewed from Moondancer's mouth, pouring down like a torrent towards the area around the gate tower.
Although the pale green Dracarys Moondancer sprayed this time still looked relatively thin and long overall, it was clear that its Dracarys attack range had increased significantly compared to before.
If nothing unexpected happened, it might have wide-range Dracarys attacks like Silverwing when it grows up.
Around the gate tower, a line of Ironborn archers were shooting arrows at the dragon in the sky.
Ah!!!
The pale green Dracarys descended from the sky, engulfing them. In an instant, various screams and wails erupted within the range of the pale green Dracarys attack.
Baela controlled Moondancer to flap her wings and hover in the sky, continuously burning for a few seconds, then Moondancer began to circle the gate tower, continuously spraying Dracarys at the Ironborn below, and as Moondancer flew away, the line of Ironborn archers who were there at first had already turned into a pile of charred ashes.
Only some metal objects like arrowheads, longswords, and daggers, which the pale green Dracarys found difficult to melt, remained.
"Damn it, everyone quickly hide inside the tower!"
Dalton looked at the Green Scaled Dragon continuously spraying Dracarys and wreaking havoc in the sky, and shouted loudly at the Ironborn outside.
But with Moondancer's flying speed, most of the Ironborn couldn't hide inside the tower in time before being hit by the Dracarys and turning into charred ash.
If it weren't for the fact that it hadn't fully matured yet and the duration of its continuous Dracarys spray wasn't long enough.
It's estimated that just circling the three towers and spraying Dracarys would be enough to burn all the remaining two thousand or so Ironborn to death.
Seeing that the Ironborn seemed certain that she couldn't use the dragon to attack them while they were hiding in the towers.
Baela's lips curved slightly into a smile. After surveying the three towers, she chose the Drunken Tower, which had already begun to tilt.
It's true that Moondancer can't continuously spray Dracarys right now, but don't forget, it's a dragon that can carry people and fly.
Thud!
Its heavy dragon body crashed heavily onto the top of the Drunken Tower, which was covered with the corpses of Greywater Watch archers.
The Drunken Tower, which had already begun to tilt due to the swampy terrain, began to collapse towards the ground.
The initial speed was extremely slow, but the speed increased the further down it went.
Rumble!
Accompanied by a loud noise, the entire Drunken Tower collapsed into the swamp.
The strong impact and vibration caused the Drunken Tower to break into sections, and Ironborn emerged from the ruins of the Drunken Tower one by one, trying to escape.
Roar!
Baela, hovering in the sky, simply waited for them to come out, ordering Moondancer to spray scorching pale green Dracarys at these Ironborn.
Ah!!!
Heart-wrenching screams and wails rose from the ruins of the Drunken Tower. There were probably over seven hundred Ironborn hiding in the Drunken Tower.
They were either buried by the ruins of the Drunken Tower or were roasted alive or directly turned into charcoal in this pale green dragon's breath.
Dalton in the gate tower and Veyron in the Children of the Forest Tower both saw the tragic state of the Drunken Tower.
Veyron was the first to lose his composure, after all, compared to the gate tower which was almost intact and had hostages, the Children of the Forest Tower where he was located was much more dilapidated.
There were even many holes in the tower body that allowed the Green Scaled Dragon's head to poke through and spray Dracarys.
"Brothers, hiding here is also waiting for death.
Now, while the dragon is burning the Drunken Tower, let's rush into the woods so the dragon can't see us.
Then follow the path to the Hot Waves River and take a boat back to the Iron Islands!"
Veyron had always been imitating his brother. His eyes darted around, and he immediately raised his arm, ordering the seven or eight hundred Ironborn under his command to flee towards the Hot Waves River.
However, many Ironborn felt that he was right; if they entered the woods, it seemed they could indeed block the dragon's vision.
So when the first brave Ironborn dashed out of the Children of the Forest Tower, most of the Ironborn inside the tower fled towards the woods in the direction of the Hot Waves River.
Such a large commotion naturally attracted Baela's attention.
She immediately abandoned the Drunken Tower, where the Ironborn were almost completely wiped out, and drove Moondancer to fly towards the Children of the Forest Tower.
It was indeed as Veyron said; when Moondancer flew near the woods near the Children of the Forest Tower.
A third of the Ironborn at the front had already rushed in, and Moondancer instantly lost sight of them.
Seeing this, Baela simply stopped attacking the Ironborn behind and instead flew Moondancer towards the front of the woods.
The first Ironborn who escaped from the Children of the Forest Tower was filled with joy after entering the woods. He felt that it was his correct judgment that allowed him to escape from the dragon's mouth.
But as he ran, he felt something was wrong.
Because it seemed to be getting hotter and hotter!
Roar!
Suddenly, a large area of pale green flames appeared directly ahead, setting a patch of woods on fire.
Seeing this, this Ironborn immediately tried to change direction, wanting to escape.
But it was useless; the woods on all sides were actually ignited by the flames, burning fiercely.
It turned out that Baela had very decisively driven the dragon to draw a circle in the sky, and the ignited woods had now formed a forest fire, with the Ironborn inside having nowhere to escape.
And the cunning Veyron, while Moondancer was burning the woods, led his personal guards and嫡系soldiers to rendezvous with Dalton inside the gate tower.
However, they were not fleeing towards the Hot Waves River where the Iron Fleet was located, but towards White Harbor in the north.
...
Thump, thump, thump!
The scholar of Harroway's Town was currently in a panic, scrambling and climbing the stone steps of the rookery.
A few minutes later, he breathlessly climbed to the top of the tower to the cage holding a flock of ravens, picked up the paper and pen nearby, and began to write.
After scribbling the situation he needed to report onto the letter, he reached out, grabbed a raven, tied the letter, and directly released it.
Flap, flap!
The strong raven, usually fed with fine grains and always well-rested, flapped its wings vigorously and flew towards the sky after gaining its freedom.
Whoosh!
Rip!
A spear of ice crystals shot through the air with a sharp whistling sound, as if it knew the raven's flight path in advance, piercing it precisely.
It's over!
The Northern Soldiers atop the rookery saw the raven hanging from the tip of the ice spear falling to the ground, their faces turned ashen as they looked towards the northeast.
Crunch, crunch!
A massive, dark expanse of the White Walkers was surging towards Harroway's Town like a tide.
The Harroway's Town scholar continued to release ravens, but streaks of ice spears accurately struck them down.
There was nothing he could do. He immediately turned and left the rookery, heading towards the northeast wall of Harroway's Town.
On the northeast wall of Harroway's Town, defending soldiers were busily preparing arrows and oil.
The earl of Harroway's Town, with a solemn expression, leaned on his sword with both hands, supervising the soldiers' preparations for battle.
Seeing his scholar arrive, he immediately asked, "How is it? Have all the ravens been released?"
"They have been released, but they were immediately struck down by spears of ice.
It seems these others are indeed very clever and know how to block messages!"
Hearing the earl of Harroway's Town's question, the scholar immediately shook his head and replied.
"Damn it, then we can only send the message out ourselves.
Have our families all left through the northwest gate and gone to Winterfell?"
"Yes, my earl!
Not only the countess and the young ladies, but all the old, young, women, and children of Harroway's Town have fled to Winterfell."
The scholar immediately nodded in response.
The earl of Harroway's Town's face showed a hint of joy upon hearing this. Then he loudly shouted to the defending soldiers who were preparing for battle, "Hey, did you all hear that?
Brothers, we are destined to die here!
For our relatives and friends who are heading to Winterfell, we must try our best to delay the White Walkers.
The more days we delay, the more days they have to travel.
So, fight for your loved ones with all your might!"
"Ooh!"
As soon as the earl of Harroway's Town's words fell, hundreds of defending soldiers cheered repeatedly.
Seeing that morale was high, the earl of Harroway's Town secretly nodded.
But when he turned and saw the astonishing number of the White Walkers in front of him, like an ocean, he sighed softly.
Since Dreadfort and Winterfell were separated by the Lone Mountain Range, the army of the dead could only detour through Harroway's Town.
But this also gave Winterfell more time to prepare for battle.
Crack, crack!
Upon entering attacking distance, countless ghouls began to run towards the walls of Harroway's Town.
Kill!
A brutal battle between humans and others thus began.
But it was useless; Harroway's Town, not being a large city, lacked sufficient defensive strength and could not hold out for long.
For them, winter had come!