Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

In the hall of Castle Black, Eddard Stark's voice echoed until it gradually disappeared.

"The above are the king's orders," the commander-in-chief of the night watchman put away the letter, "so, please prepare, we will open the city gate and let the wildlings in..."

"Wait a minute!" A voice suddenly sounded.

Ed looked around, and saw Stannis Baratheon standing up slowly.

"Lord Stannis, what's your opinion?"

"Your king," Stannis raised an eyebrow, "how does he plan to house hundreds of thousands of wildlings?"

"This, he didn't say clearly in the letter."

"So there is no plan." Stannis curled his lips in disdain, "Once so many savages go south, what will happen if there is a conflict with the people of the Seven Kingdoms? Lord Ed, your northern border is the first to be affected."

"I am no longer the guardian of the northern border." Ed said, "As for your worries, I believe there will be a solution. Moreover, His Majesty said that he will lead the Seven Nations Allied Forces north to support the Great Wall. When the army arrives, I believe these savages will not dare stir up trouble."

"The king wants to lead the army to the north? For what? Is it true that the legendary ghosts are coming?"

"Yes." Jon Snow said, "I saw them with my own eyes on the Fist of the First Men! Believe me, the wildlings are not a threat, the White Walkers are."

"Hehe, how credible is the words of an illegitimate child?"

"He's still a chameleon."

"And broke the oath."

Faced with a lot of doubts, Jon almost blurted out his true life experience.

But fortunately Ed was the first to speak:

"I believe him! If the White Walker is a lie, all the responsibilities will be borne by me!"

The powerful words echoed in the hall, suppressing all voices of doubt.

There is no doubt that the name Eddard Stark still carries considerable weight, especially among the Night's Watch.

Over the years, because the White Walkers have never appeared, the southern nobles have long forgotten this almost exiled northern legion, and the Stark family has been silently supporting them.

Seeing Eddard making such a promise, Stannis didn't say any more.

Ed nodded slowly, and said, "Very well, since everyone has no objections, we need to send an envoy to negotiate with the savages."

"I'll go!" Jon immediately took the initiative to apply.

Ed took a deep look at him and did not refuse:

"Okay, you go."

Jon nodded, and then strode out under the gaze of all kinds of eyes.

While waiting for the door to open, Ed chased after him and said:

"If you want, I can disclose your real life experience."

"No need, father." Jon said, "In the Great Wall, Targaryen may not be nobler than Snow, but it will cause more trouble. Besides, I don't want people to respect me just because of my surname."

Ed didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder.

The city gate slowly opened a thin crack, and the biting cold wind blew in, bringing snowflakes and ice particles, making people unable to open their eyes.

"Take care of yourself!"

"you too."

Jon bid farewell to his father, turned around and walked into the snow without hesitation.

Not long after leaving the Great Wall and walking north, Jon was discovered by patrolling wildlings.

After Daoming came, he was taken into the camp of the king beyond the wall.

"Meet you again, Crow." Mance Reid said calmly, "I really admire your courage. You dare to come to see me after betrayal."

"I'm here to save you," Jon said.

"Save us?" Mance raised his eyebrows, "How?"

"His Majesty has agreed to let you enter the Great Wall."

"Which Your Majesty?" Mance asked, "In recent years, the person sitting on your iron chair has changed too frequently."

"It's His Majesty Caesar."

"Caesar..." Mance fell into memory, "I remember that kid, when we met by the Trident River, he was just a baron."

"You actually met Caesar?" Jon was quite surprised, even he himself had only heard of the legendary new king.

"That's right, I met once. He is a very interesting guy. However, you agree to let us enter the Great Wall, there should be conditions?"

"Yes, you are not allowed to take the initiative to attack the people of the Seven Kingdoms. All tribal leaders must swear allegiance to His Majesty Caesar and accept his arrangements..."

"He wants us to kneel?" Mance interrupted.

"Yes," Jon nodded, "if you want to enter the south of the Great Wall, you must give up your so-called 'free people' status."

"Do you know why I defected from the Night's Watch?" Mance asked back.

"Why?"

"Because I'm tired of kneeling." Mance said coldly, "My people don't want to kneel either. We are born free people. If we don't have freedom, we might as well die."

"Perhaps what you are about to face is more terrifying than death." Jon said, "You should have seen how corpses stand up again. Stay north of the Great Wall, that is your fate."

"You really think the Great Wall can stop us?" Mance smiled, pointing to a corner of the tent.

A horn was placed there.

The horn was huge, a full eight feet long in curved lines, and the opening was so wide he could fit it all the way down to his elbow. If it's from a bison, it's the biggest cow ever.

At first he thought it was inlaid with bronze, but when he got closer he realized it was gold. Old gold, engraved with runes, faded to brown.

Jon suddenly remembered an ancient legend, and his face suddenly changed:

"Horn of Winter?"

"Yes," said Mance, "this is the Horn of Winter. It is said that if you blow it, the Wall will fall."

"It's just a legend, no one has tried it..."

"The White Walkers were once just legends." Mance reached out to stroke the curve of the horn, "but now, legends are becoming reality."

Jon pursed his lips and said:

"Before that, why didn't you blow the horn, but kept sending troops to attack the Great Wall?"

"The horn sounded, and the Great Wall collapsed. Then, what else can humans rely on to stop the White Walkers?" Mance said, "Of course, I also underestimated you. Now the night watchmen have been reduced to less than a thousand people, but they are still better than you." I imagined it would be tougher to deal with.

But I believe you can also understand that if it is a last resort, or the conditions you put forward are too excessive, I also have the last choice. "

Jon didn't speak for a while.

Compared to how confident he was at the beginning, he now finally feels that things are a little tricky.

"I know you can't make a decision," Mance said, "so, let Caesar come to see me in person. I believe he will make an acceptable condition."

Jon glanced at the huge horn again, nodded and said in a muffled voice:

"I will take your request back, but I cannot guarantee that Caesar will be willing to see you."

"He will." Mance smiled confidently. "We had a good chat last time. I believe he will not reject an old friend."