Bran's body shot up from the bed, his dull eyes gradually clearing.
He remembered.
A frightened Summer had rejected his consciousness, and he had returned to his own body.
Bran wiped away non-existent cold sweat, controlling his still-unfamiliar body to slowly climb out of bed, his heart still astonished by the shadow in the river.
Such a huge Lizard-Lion, it could probably swallow a person in one gulp.
Why did the Lizard-Lion run out of The Neck?
Bran didn't understand. He wanted to ask Your Highness, who possessed so much magical knowledge, but that steel piece had been out of order for more than half a month, and Arya had been sad about it for a full half day.
I have to tell everyone this news, there's danger in the river.
Bran made up his mind.
"Make way! We are from House Tully, we have urgent information to report to the King!"
"Don't block the way!"
Urgent hoofbeats and shouts came from the west.
Bran walked to the window. A dozen or so cavalrymen wearing chainmail and leather armor galloped towards them from the River Road, finally stopping outside the inn and dismounting, rushing in without a moment's delay.
The cavalrymen disappeared from Bran's sight. Outside the window, only the servants were left, frantically pulling at the horses.
Bran couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart at all. Since gaining this magical ability, he had become increasingly unable to bear the pain of "not seeing".
He skillfully slipped into the body of a small bird and flew to the rafters of the inn.
The breathless cavalrymen attracted everyone's attention in the hall. The leading messenger opened a wooden box, and the two letters inside were sealed with wax bearing the Direwolf and Trout sigils respectively.
The messenger looked around, but didn't see a crown.
"My lords, Lord Hoster sent us to deliver a letter. Crown Prince and Lady Stark have sent urgent information from Winterfell. May I ask where His Majesty the King is?"
Ser Barristan walked up to the messenger. "His Majesty is not here. I am Ser Barristan Selmy, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. Hand the letter to me."
"You are a great Knight." The messenger presented the wooden box, but there was no relaxation on his face.
"Although I don't know the content of the letter, the Lord instructed that His Majesty the King must be informed as quickly as possible. There are hundreds of Soldiers behind us rushing to reinforce. Please, my lord, take this seriously."
Barristan immediately became serious.
The Kingslayer stood up and said, "What are you waiting for, Lord Commander? The King and Lord Eddard probably won't be back until night. Either go into the woods to find them, or quickly open it and see, lest you delay important matters."
The little bird on the rafters wished it could know the content of the letter right now.
Barristan did not disappoint the little bird's expectations. He opened the letter. Although he didn't read it aloud, the little bird could fly to a suitable position itself.
Whoosh~
The little bird's movement as it took flight didn't attract anyone's attention.
Before the two letters were tightly closed by a strong hand, its bright black little eyes saw some words: Bloodraven, King's Landing, controlling beasts, attack, King, Lord Stark, reinforcement.
The shadow of the Lizard-Lion uncontrollably invaded Bran's mind. He immediately associated it with a terrifying scene.
No!
Bran leaped up from the bed again, but this time he voluntarily withdrew from the little bird.
He pushed open the door and ran downstairs in a panic, even bumping into several servants along the way, but none of that mattered anymore.
He rushed into the hall and saw Ser Barristan and the Kingslayer arguing fiercely.
"There's a Lizard-Lion in the river, a huge, huge Lizard-Lion, I saw it! Father and the King are in danger, hurry and save them!"
Everyone's eyes focused on him. Bran only cared about pleading with the two Kingsguard. "Believe me, everything I'm saying is true. There's a monster in the river, and the monster is about to attack!"
"Please act quickly, it'll be too late if you wait any longer!"
Ser Barristan made a decision. "Any risk cannot be ignored. I'd rather believe this is true. Prepare immediately!"
The Kingslayer inexplicably smiled.
Hundreds of elite Soldiers were quickly assembled. After a simple explanation of the mission, the team immediately went deep into the jungle.
Even after repeated pleas, Bran was still left at the inn. He wanted to enter Summer's body again, but he still couldn't succeed, so he had to choose a Hound and quietly follow.
Hundreds of kilometers away, Joffrey took a deep breath.
The letter had been delivered, the King was hunting, the Lizard-Lions were in place, only the final blow remained.
Joffrey closed his eyes, concentrating his mind completely on the Magical Beasts a thousand miles away.
When he opened his eyes again, his vision was a clear, flowing curtain of water. Except for water plants, no fish or shrimp dared to appear before this monster.
The Lizard-Lion brought many strange sensations. It was like experiencing another crossing, the world he felt was completely different from before, everything felt like a first experience.
No wonder Bran was so addicted he couldn't extricate himself.
It was time to act.
Joffrey flicked the Lizard-Lion's thick, powerful tail, and the next second he teleported to the riverbank, so fast.
He climbed ashore and ambushed in the woods by the ford, waiting for the King to arrive.
King Robert was laughing heartily, holding a broken spear. At his feet lay the massive aurochs he had just killed in a duel.
"How about it, Ned? I told you it would be fine. Who am I? The man who personally smashed Rhaegar!"
The King pointed to the river beside the forest. "Right there, I still remember the scene from that day. Ruby Ford? Haha, a good name!"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Eddard didn't want to talk about Rhaegar too much; it always reminded him of his sister Lyanna's dying wish.
That child, actually hanging around with Joffrey, it's truly worrying.
Eddard didn't like Jon's choice, but forcing Jon to join The Night's Watch wasn't an option either, so he could only worry silently.
Swish~ Swish~
The grass on the west side swayed rhythmically, almost allowing one to imagine the posture of the beast as it moved.
The King excitedly nudged Eddard and said in a low voice that only came out at times like this, "More prey. Don't move, watch how I catch it."
Eddard was already used to silence.
The King swapped to another spear and crept stealthily towards the grass.
Oink~
The prey was startled after all, turning into a black shadow and fleeing straight to the west.
"Ha, it's a Great Boar!"
The King shouted excitedly, then broke into a run to chase after it. Eddard and a dozen soldiers followed closely behind.
Bran didn't cherish this current body. The Hound accelerated and accelerated desperately, quickly overtaking the large group of soldiers ahead and getting closer and closer to the King and his father.
He smelled his father's scent, and the smell of blood.
He almost imagined a heartbreakingly tragic scene, but thankfully when he arrived, he found it was just a dead aurochs.
He followed the scent and continued chasing.
As he ran, he suddenly felt this path was very familiar.
The smell of water vapor reminded him. He and Summer had walked this way; this was the path to the west, and ahead was Ruby Ford. The Lizard-Lion was there!
The Hound ran even more desperately.
The view suddenly brightened. He finally saw the river water and the riverbank, a Great Boar, and a dozen figures at the edge of the forest.
But the huge and terrifying Lizard-Lion was charging towards the King and his father, its two rows of sharp teeth bared.
Bran thought despairingly, It's over.
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