"Are you okay?" Zhao Mai looked at Dogian who had climbed up from his body. The latter turned his head and looked at his back, "It's nothing serious, it'll be cured soon."

"Turn around and let me see."

Neural assisted network, high-strength composite fibers combined with light armor of special ceramics, and the black technology of relevant departments fully demonstrated its power during the explosion. There was no trauma, at most it would be some bruises and internal organs vibrations. Just rest for a while. Zhao Mai let go and asked Dogian to help himself up. "Thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome, you'll be fine if I don't come." Dogian pointed to Zhao Mai's hand. A dagger from Valyliagang was in his hand. Quels's witch once inserted the dagger into Zhao Mai's body, and then Zhao Mai put it as a collection of items in the storage ring. If Dogian couldn't come, it would be Zhao Mai's last fighting method. "Even if I can kill her, I'll probably be bombed to death, so I still have to thank you."

"You're welcome, you'll be fine if I don't come." Dogian replied in the same voice and tone, like a robot. Well, the journey to make her vibrant again is long and far, take it slowly. "Now go back, close the door, take care of them, and then talk about it when I'm sure everything is fine."

Dogian nodded and obeyed without any objection. Zhao Mai felt extremely tired all over, and even moving a finger required a lot of perseverance. Fortunately, the environment of the natural force gradually recovered, and he could finally use the power of the druid to supplement his body's consumption.

Bran lay quietly on one side, his body motionless, just like a dead corpse. Zhao Mai sat on the ground and moved himself over, put his hand on his forehead and his other hand on his chest. He could not feel any movement from Bran's skin, and he didn't even feel the coldness of a White Walker. Only the answer to what happened in the green dream can be found in the green dream. The force required to enter the dream is very low, so Zhao Mai can concentrate and do it.

There was a bright light in the dream, and the dazzling light was extremely dazzling. Even if you closed your eyes, you still felt pain. The rich natural force was ignited by the dragon fire, and the energy emitted made it difficult for the dream world here to bear. Just like when Zhao Mai first entered the green dream, his spiritual power caused great damage to the Three-Eyed Crow and Bran.

The current green dream is similar to the situation at that time, but fortunately, Zhao Mai is weak and the power he could bear was relatively high, so the energy here rushed towards him and kept pouring into his dry body. Although it would cause discomfort, it was still said that it would not be hurt. Zhao Mai's "spiritual body" could not open his eyes, so he could only barely use his mind's supernatural powers as his tentacles to try to figure out his position.

It took a few seconds before he realized. "What a fool, this is a green dream, looking for it with his eyes is a waste of time!" He focused on Bran, restored his voice, appearance, and searched for his power characteristics. The green dream would naturally lead him to Bran.

The boy was still hiding in a hole away from light in the Mingyue Mountains. His whole body exuded a cold breath, and he would be injured as soon as he touched the light outside. When Zhao Mai found him, Bran jumped up excitedly: "Great, did you win?! Can you take me out?"

"Can..." Zhao Mai tied his tongue and shook his head and said, "No."

"Why?" Bran's face showed a disappointed expression and turned angry: "Are you going to leave me here and wait for death in despair? You are a cruel liar, murderer, and child killer!"

"No, the Queen of White Walkers is still here, she is hidden in your shadow. If I take you out, she will go out. This time she will run away, looking for obsidian to make her body, hide, and start the next thousand years of lurking and waiting." Zhao Mai said: "Look at your shadow, she is inside. In fact, this hole does not exist, it is created by your power, and used as your last shelter. You are protecting yourself and she is also protecting her."

Bran looked down. Although the White Walker Queen tried her best to hide, she would still cause ripples in the shadows and was discovered by Bran. "Aren't you burned to death by the dragon fire? Why are you still pestering me? Get out of here!"

Shadow would not answer him, and the White Walker Queen made up her mind to hide. She was still the same, lurking when she saw a powerful enemy, waiting for time to kill her enemy, and using endless waiting to win.

"What should I do?" Bran asked with his head down and frustrated.

"Actually, you already understand it in your heart, but let me say it." Zhao Mai stood at the entrance of the cave and pointed to the light outside: "The White Walker hides in your shadow, and that is the only place she has left to hide. Only light can eliminate shadows, fire can melt ice, and sacrifice for victory. Bran, you have to walk into this light and die, and then the White Walker Queen will die."

Bran remained silent, his shadow swayed, Zhao Mai stood quietly and waited. After a while, Bran sighed and said, "My father said that people can only be brave when they are afraid. I am very scared now, so I must be brave."

He walked towards the entrance of the cave and gradually approached the land of light. The shadow behind him twisted wildly, and the Queen of the White Walker let out a shrill cry. Zhao Mai said nothing, quietly looked at Bran, watching him standing on the dividing line between light and shadow.

"What does it look like after death?" Bran asked suddenly.

"As far as I know, there is nothing, nothing." Zhao Mai shrugged: "I haven't died yet, so I'm not sure. Can you tell me if you know?"

"No, I will never tell you." Bran smiled mischievously. After he fell from the tower and broke his legs, after he experienced the death of his father, mother, and brother, after he lost his homeland, after he witnessed the massacre and fire in Winterfell, and after he was tortured by pain for thousands of times, he finally laughed again.

"I am Brandon Stark, the last Green Prophet." Bran's voice was solemn and serious, and he said: "In the name of the Andals, the Roynas and the 'ances of the ancestors, the sons of the forest, the guardians of the north, and the last descendants of the White Walkers, I, the Lord of the Winterfell and the King of the North, Brandon of the Stark family, will hereby sentence you to death."

Then, he stepped into the light. The flames rose, ignited Bran, and ignited his shadow. The hiding hole collapsed, and there was no shield around him. The natural force ignited by the dragon fire filled every corner of the space without leaving a gap. Zhao Mai looked quietly, waiting, and watched the last black shadow disappear.

Then he immediately left the Green Dream.

Bran is dead. Under the heat of the dragon fire, his body is no longer a corpse ghoul, but the original one. Zhao Mai smiled. He touched the storage bracelet in his left hand and pulled out a scroll.

"Man, I'm prepared for it, you should be happy for me." Zhao Mai said to Bran's body: "Do you know what reincarnation technique is? You have to thank the Night Watcher's Storage Room for its contribution. It was really emptied by me. Your brother Jon has turned green for this, hehe."
Chapter completed!