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#265 - Chapter 39: Death of the Three-Eyed Raven

This was precisely the shield he had constructed with his powerful psychic ability! The incredibly hard tree roots crashed against the shield, instantly shattering into powder.

Immediately afterward, Liu Yuan roared, "Ha!" Accompanied by this roar, a dazzling azure light suddenly burst forth. An invisible shockwave swept out in all directions like a torrential storm. The originally chaotic roots and the scattered bones throughout the cave were all swept away by this powerful force.

The Three-Eyed Raven suffered severe damage, blood flowing from its mouth and nose. When it reopened its eyes, it was shocked to find Liu Yuan already in front of it. It desperately manipulated a sharp wooden splinter to stab at Liu Yuan, but the latter easily dodged it with a sidestep. At the same time, Liu Yuan's right hand shot out like lightning, accurately piercing the Three-Eyed Raven's abdomen.

The Three-Eyed Raven let out a piercing scream, its body involuntarily trembling, enveloped in a ball of green light. As Liu Yuan's hand slowly withdrew from the Three-Eyed Raven's body, the light gradually dissipated, revealing an orange crystal in his palm.

"No, please, let me go," the Three-Eyed Raven pleaded, clutching his wrist with its only remaining hand, trying to stop him.

Liu Yuan stared into its eyes: "You rely on transferring memories to achieve immortality, needing to find a new vessel every hundred years or so. I'm here to help you break free." After speaking, he forcefully extracted the crystal. A short sword appeared in his left hand, and he cleaved the Three-Eyed Raven in two from top to bottom.

Split in half, the Three-Eyed Raven let out a heart-wrenching scream: "You will regret everything you've done today! Ahhh!" As the scream echoed, the Three-Eyed Raven's body began to tremble violently, and raging flames erupted from within. In an instant, the fire surged like a monstrous wave, quickly burning the Three-Eyed Raven into a pile of black ashes.

Seeing this scene, Liu Yuan didn't hesitate to grab Bran's belt, lift him up, and stride purposefully out of the cave. As he walked, he said to Bran, "Once we're safely out of this place, I'll find a suitable opportunity to help you heal your legs. After all, your legs have been injured for too long. If you want to fully recover, it will take a considerable amount of time to relearn how to walk."

Hearing Liu Yuan's words, a light of hope flickered in Bran's eyes, and he excitedly asked, "Teacher Galon, is what you just said true? Is there really a chance my legs can be healed?"

Liu Yuan nodded, answering affirmatively, "When have I ever lied to you? Let's talk about it in detail after we get back. The most important thing now is to reunite with your family as soon as possible. As far as I know, they should have already arrived at Winterfell."

At this moment, the valley had fallen into a deathly silence. Looking around, dense hordes of wights were packed together, standing silently in place, like a group of silent ghosts.

The Night King, riding his deathly skeletal steed, slowly advanced. He faced the unknown area shrouded in thick fog, his eyes revealing a cold, piercing blue light. Suddenly, the Night King spurred his skeletal steed to rear up, then slammed its hooves down on the ground. With a dull thud, an incredibly powerful blue shockwave surged straight towards the fog in front of him.

"Crack, crack." Crisp sounds rang out, as chilling as shattering glass. The fog that had filled the valley gradually dissipated, revealing a wall-like forest of weirwood trees. These ancient and mysterious trees stood silently there, as if guarding some secret.

The Night King waved his arm, and the previously still wight army suddenly charged forward like madmen. Many wights exploded upon entering the forest, turning into piles of broken bones and debris. However, the other wights did not retreat; they continued to charge forward one after another, as if this fearless assault was rapidly depleting the power of that strong magical barrier.

As time passed, the rate at which the wights were being destroyed noticeably slowed. They used various means—wielding weapons, baring fangs, even using their own bodies—desperately ramming into the weirwood trees. Before long, huge weirwood trees were uprooted or smashed to pieces.

Just then, a group of Children of the Forest responsible for guarding appeared. Without hesitation, they threw the exploding grenades in their hands, and fiery lines streaked across the sky, blasting gaps in the wight ranks. However, these efforts were only temporary; more wights quickly filled the gaps and continued to attack.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Several dazzling white lights suddenly flashed across the sky. Several Children of the Forest, who had been launching fierce attacks, were instantly pierced by those crystalline ice spears. It turned out that the White Walkers had finally lost their patience and taken action. The power they possessed was unimaginably great.

However, facing the menacing enemies, the Children of the Forest did not retreat a single step, but resolutely retaliated. The wood dancers in the group all threw the wooden spears they were holding tightly in their hands with force.

In an instant, many White Walkers were hit, and their bodies instantly shattered into piles of ice shards. It should be known that the wooden spears in the hands of these Children of the Forest were not ordinary goods. After a long period of magical blessing and tempering with dragon crystal fragments, they also possessed extremely strong lethality against White Walkers.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Above the stone array surrounding the giant weirwood tree, the magical runes that had been flashing with mysterious light gradually dimmed. At the same time, the solid defensive barrier on the outer ring of the weirwood forest suddenly collapsed like a bubble.

Just then, a Child of the Forest shouted loudly, "The barrier is broken! The First Prophet has already left us. Everyone, follow the instructions and retreat immediately!"

Before the words were finished, dozens of Children of the Forest took full advantage of their short stature, quickly burrowing into the nearby caves and traversing the complex forks at an astonishing speed, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The Night King let out a deafening roar, as if the whole world trembled. Accompanied by this roar, wights, like surging sea waves, swept across the hill and quickly poured into the huge crack. Some wights even struggled to climb to the top of the mountain, wielding crude weapons and hacking fiercely at the towering giant weirwood tree.

After tens of thousands of wights poured into the cave, they ran madly towards various forks like headless flies. They didn't need to bother finding the right path at all; they just needed to fill this place, and in this way, they would always find what they dreamed of.