Bran's arrival has raised White Harbor's resistance to a notch, not just because he has declared that the last heir of the Stark family is alive and has come to their rescue, but because Bran is a powerful wizard himself.

After all, no matter how cordial the relationship between superiors and subordinates is, it can't play much role in the face of life and death, and the garrison of White Harbor is almost crumbling under the first wave of the impact of the strangers, at this time, only strength is the most important, and everything else is secondary.

However, wizards are very rare in Westeros, and even after the Green Prophet and their magic gradually declined, wizards in the whole world are very rare, and these northerners in White Harbor have never seen wizards, so it is not surprising that Bran Stark, who can control the magic of Green, is it not surprising that Bran Stark, who can control the magic of Green, is it a human Green Prophet...... Rarer than wizards.

"I suggest retreating immediately, mobilizing all the ships in the Bite Bay, and in any case, sending the civilians out first!" A bloodstained knight whispered, his tone intense, but not high.

"I don't agree with that." Someone next to him immediately retorted that he was also a knight, and his body was also covered in blood, and he had received even more injuries than the former.

"We should contact all available forces in the vicinity, hold them down here, and then call for help from the Eagle's Nest and fight the Wraith!"

Almost all of the people who were able to participate in this meeting were knights, and the elite knights who were at the forefront when the strange ghosts attacked, and the remnants of the elite knights, so although these guys are strong, it is a little unrealistic to want to integrate a good way.

Sir Willis, the only person who could be called a steward, was seriously injured and fell into a coma. The nobles of the city were sent away again. Therefore, at this time, these knights loyal to White Harbor City had a fierce quarrel. But there's really no good way.

Although the nobles of the Middle Ages were also natives to put it bluntly, even the aborigines had advantages and disadvantages, and these nobles who had been entrenched in the mainland for decades, or even centuries, were constantly intriguing with many of their kind, mastering the law and knowledge, which was not at all something that civilians could easily shake.

"Let's not say whether the Eagle's Nest will send out assistance for the time being, even if the Arryn family agrees to send troops. How much time does it take to get from Eagle's Nest to White Harbor, more than a month, is that to collect our bodies? ”

Sure enough, someone questioned it again.

"The Eagle's Nest will definitely rescue us, the Arryn family is one of the oldest Andals, they know the horror of the strangers better, and they will do whatever it takes to prevent the strangers from invading the human world again."

"Even if there is." Someone next to him said, "Could it be that White Harbor and Eagle's Nest City can stop the strange ghosts?" ”

"It's not that you don't see how many strange spirits there are, and what is the point of us staying to resist them, they don't know tiredness and don't know life and death. Once we can't stop us, we can't even retreat, and we will all become one of them. In this way, no matter how many you kill, I'm afraid you will be able to make up for it directly. ”

"Do you want to destroy the Stranger, or do you want to increase the power of the Stranger?"

"Of course I want to destroy the strangers, so according to your practice, if we are afraid of sacrifice, we can't do anything, so the strangers ......"

The whole venue was in chaos, indeed, it was okay to let these knights rush to the front line, but if you want them to make a cut-off, except for the henchmen and personal guards who have followed the nobles for many years, I am afraid that the others do not have this knowledge at all, after all, in this world, experience and knowledge are equally important.

Marlon sat quietly on the left hand side of the long table, he was the commander of the garrison well, but he didn't know much about the intricate relationship between these nobles, Count Wiman had two sons, and himself, so it was not Marlon's turn to call the shots anyway, although he was the younger brother of Count Wilman.

However, there is one person here, who knows more about the Aliens than they all, and is even familiar with the Arryn family in the Eagle's Nest and the more powerful nobles beyond, and that is one of the most powerful nobles in Westeros, the Starks.

Thinking of this, Marlon set his eyes on the pale Branstark.

As the last heir of the Stark family, although Bran is very young, no one dares to question it, especially the Mandalay family, a vassal who is particularly loyal to the Stark family, which is why Bran must rescue White Harbor, the Stark family is no longer there, if even the last loyal Mandalay disappears under the impact of the stranger, then Bran really has nothing.

Marlon's movements caught the attention of the others, and the knights' voices gradually subsided, and finally their eyes fell on Bran.

Bran Stark had been in White Harbor for more than a day, and although the remaining nobles and garrison leader Marlon hadn't come up with a concrete response during this time, no one dared to ignore Bran's opinion.

After all, he had single-handedly kept the stranger at bay under the city, and the towering groves of trees that were layered together and twisted together as thick as the devil's whiskers showed that this was a powerful threat and a strong barrier.

After Bran rushed to the city of White Harbor, he knew that he could not destroy all the ghouls on his own, they were like rats scurrying all over the ground, and they scattered and fled when they saw him, and even if he killed them, he could not tell whether they had completely lost their ability to move, or whether the wraiths had not resurrected them.

After thinking about this, Bran decisively attached the magic tree vine to the walls of White Harbor, and used the large trees entwined and brought by the vines to entrench and strengthen it into a new strong fortress, the Wall of Trees.

The walls were more than twice as tall as before, and the tight trees were not left behind, because Bran knew very well how difficult the ghouls were, and any gap would be squeezed in by them, and then widen.

The trees lose their flexibility when they solidify, or rather the vines lose their flexibility, but if the ghouls dare to push the forest of trees by pushing the Great Wall, Bran doesn't mind using the magic again to turn them all into the nourishment of the trees.

But...... I don't know if I'm waiting for Bran's magic to fail. Still waiting for the relationship of the big troops. The ghouls did not attack again under the control of the Wraiths. So apart from the first frenzied shock of the day, White Harbor has been exceptionally calm these days.

But Bran knew in his heart that it was only the last calm before the storm.

"Five days." Bran looked at the bloody Mandalay knights in front of him and whispered, "My magic will only last for five days at most. ”

"After five days, it is not impossible that these trees on the walls will get out of control, tilt, and even collapse into the city of White Harbor."

"This ......"

"What?!"

"What can I do?"

Suddenly, there was an uproar on the long table. After all, everything in White Harbor is maintained in terms of White Harbor's ability to block the impact of the Strange Spirits, and the barrier against the Strange Spirits is the wall of trees that Bran created with magic.

Now hearing that this wall, which is regarded as life, only has a five-day lifespan, and will even destroy itself when it collapses, how can these knights present be calm.

But Bran's face turned a little pale again after showing a wry smile, in fact, Bran was not capable of maintaining or using this magic that was both powerful and large, no matter what the properties of magic were, whether it was bad in the eyes of humans or not, it could not ignore two points. cost, and the energy required.

Actually, it's the same thing. Magic causes a drain of energy when used, and if the wizard can't find the perfect solution, he will suffer these losses himself, which is the price, and sometimes it can become bizarre.

Yi Huan's own magic power is actually not much, although he enjoys the same lifespan as Neverland, Neverland does not disappear, he will exist forever, but he has not lived that long after all, so in terms of his own strength, he may only be slightly higher than Merlin and other legendary mages, or even higher, but it still belongs to the normal category.

But what can't be ignored is that Yi Huan has Neverland as a strong backing, so he can use a lot of magic that surpasses normal wizards, and even blocks angelic attacks and higher-level existences.

Neverland has a large amount of energy, and it is very rare, normal spells and magic will become extremely powerful through the energy intervention of Neverland, far beyond ordinary magic.

But Bran is different, he doesn't have Neverland as a backing, just a plot character born and raised in the world of ice and fire, and he has been learning magic with the Green Prophet for a few days, and he has not appeared in the original plot, because Yi Huan's intervention disrupted the characters who appeared in advance in the world line.

So he doesn't have such a strong strength, if he has such strength after learning magic for a few days, then the Green Prophet must be even stronger, and it is not a problem at all to deal with strange ghosts or something.

Bran enlisted the help of the Green Prophet, or a plant from the time of the Green Prophet, a vine, that had withered for countless years.

It was supposed to be a magical item, if it was Yi Huan, he would call it that, if it was the Green Prophet, they would probably call it a holy relic, but in any case, this thing was very powerful, and the large vine forest outside White Harbor was an extension of it.

But even with the help of power, this thing was a little too powerful for Bran, so he not only needed to use the only green prophetic magic he had to urge it, but also fed it with his own blood, every moment and every second.

In a sense, this is the wizard using his own energy to feed it, this is the price, Bran needs to use the blood sprinkled into the earth as a guide, control the movement of the arabesque, and also need to use the blood to soak the half of the dried vine specimen stored close to his body under his clothes at all times, and use its power.

In fact, Bran's hands were trembling slightly under the invisible corners of these squabbling knights, because the blood that slipped from his arm was warming the dry vines, and it was like a greedy demon sucking Bran's fresh blood all the time.

Otherwise, why does Bran look pale, he is not the disabled Stark son he once was, and how weak will Bran be if he can pass through the outside of the fortress and come to the inside of the Great Wall, just because of excessive blood loss.

Bran said it was five days, but in fact he could only insist on bloodletting for five days, and if it was any more, he would probably fall into a coma and coma due to blood loss.

Melisandre sat next to her without saying a word, staring coldly at Bran's thin body, no one noticed Bran's strangeness, after all, for these people in front of her, survival was the top priority at the moment.

"So......" Sir Marlon cleared his throat and suggested the unification of these knights, "that we can only retreat?" ”

Although these knights are arguing, no one is stupid, and even these surviving elite knights are more likely to grasp the situation of a skirmish, but at the beginning, many of them were not popular with the surprise attack of the strangers, and there was Stark's magic, and they wanted to gather strength to teach the strangers a lesson.

Now Bran tells them that magic can't last long, and it would be a joke to teach the strangers a lesson, and they don't have the confidence to hold White Harbor after losing the magic wall, and if they don't retreat, they will die.

"Yes." Bran nodded, "I've been in contact with Earl Wieman in Stark's name since yesterday, and he's gathered all the ships from the ports of White Harbor and Bite Bay, and has been carrying a steady stream of people out of the inner harbor south of White Harbor. ”

"There will be nothing left in White Harbor, no one will be left, and valuable things will be taken away, and in the end those moving corpses will be left with an empty city, which will not destroy the city anyway, and there is no need to live in it."

"And what we do is drag them here until all the residents of White Harbor leave, and we can't let these ghouls abandon White Harbor to harass the downstream transport ship points, hold out for five days, and we finally evacuate."

"There's no problem with that." Sir Marlon Mandalay said with a resolute expression, he was still very confident in holding White Harbor for five days with the help of Bran's magic, "but ......" He didn't say it, but his expression was a little unwilling.

Bran glanced at Marlon and read what he was thinking from his expression, although Bran was still a child, he was already a green prophet after all, and he could also be called a magical creature wizard and the like, and the large amount of knowledge he had experienced made him no longer an ordinary ignorant child, and he could be said to be extremely proficient in words and looks, wizards and magical creatures are so magical.

"Actually, I didn't intend to fight these strangers with my back to White Harbor in the first place." Bran said softly, Marlon meant nothing more than the menacing ghosts, and they just ran away in dismay, not so willingly, so Bran opened his mouth and denied his idea.

"Why?" Marlon asked a little strangely.

"Do you know how the Wraiths broke through the Great Wall's defenses?" Bran didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

Marlon thought for a moment and said tentatively, "Because...... How much? He shrugged.

"Nope." Bran shook his head, rejecting Sir Marlon's idea.

"What's the reason for that?" Sir Marlon quickly gave up his speculation and turned to counseling.

Bran, on the other hand, looked him in the eye and gently spat out a word, "Dragon." (To be continued......)