Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 674 The real horn!
The wildling team continued to climb the mountain, turning their heads and leaving the captive crows behind.

Robert buried his head and secretly took out some dragon crystal arrowheads.

Throw one every time you walk a certain distance, just as a psychological comfort.

……

The Wall, Castle Black.

Cregan summoned his vassals and gathered them in the silent hall.

The big man from the Amber family couldn't stand the loneliness and muttered quietly: "The king has been gone for half a month, shouldn't we be prepared?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people around him immediately booed and fell silent.

Today, it is freezing cold north of the Great Wall, and there are rebellious wildlings and elusive White Walkers.

It was a huge risk for the king to walk out of the Great Wall.

"I'm not wrong. We can't just sit there and wait for death."

The big man from the Amber family raised his voice, showing the toughness of the people of the North to the fullest.

What's the point of curling up in a hall that's drafty on all sides?

It would be better to kill a few groups of wildlings inside the Great Wall first and gather all the men in the North to defend the Great Wall.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
The dull knocks on the table put an end to the increasingly noisy scene.

Everyone turned their heads.

Cregan looked serious and spoke to boost morale: "The king has a dragon by his side, so we should complete the task at hand."

"My lord, serving those savages is not a task."

The big man from the Amber family was the first to object, with a very sour look on his face.

"That's right, wildlings shouldn't cross the Wall."

"The king allowed the wildlings to enter the Wall. Who will control those sons of bitches?"

The voices of opposition were heard by hundreds, and more than a dozen nobles stood up at once.

Some of the family emblems on their chests are "inverted skinned man" and "male mermaid holding a trident".

Cregan looked around and recognized the representatives of House Bolton and House Manderly of White Harbor.

As one of the most powerful and ancient families in the North, Stark has many equally ancient vassals under his command.

The Bolton and Manderlay families are powerful, occupying a large population and the only port.

boom!
The dining table was hit hard, and the ceramic bowl containing wine was almost shaken away.

Roderick Dustin slammed the table and shouted angrily: "Everyone, sit down and listen to what the Duke has to say!"

The old man was tall and strong, and he looked extremely ferocious.

Suddenly, everyone present fell silent.

The families that opposed the wildlings entering the Wall were indignant, but fearing old Rodrick's mighty tiger and the Winter Wolf Army, they sat down reluctantly.

The other northern nobles had different expressions.

The Karstarks, the Mormont family of Bear Island, and other old nobles who were loyal to the Stark family all stared at the young Duke.

As the purest descendants of the ancestors of the North, the blood feud with the wildlings has accumulated from generation to generation.

I dare not oppose the king's order, but the Duke must give an explanation.

After all, the Starks don't own dragons.

"Everyone, I just want to ask one thing, who is your feudal lord?"

Cregan slowly stood up, drew out the giant sword Hanbing from behind and placed it on the table.

Everyone was silent.

Cragen looked down at his vassal lords with a grim expression: "The North is the North of the Northerners. If even we ourselves doubt the defense of our homeland, who can protect our wives, daughters, and the elderly at home?"

Just as the motto of the Stark family is "Winter is coming".

The White Walkers are coming, and the entire North is facing danger.

The wildlings are an indispensable part of the fight against the White Walkers, so how can we just give up on them?

Bang!

Roderick knocked on the table and said passionately: "Sir, I support you with my old bones. If anyone dares to oppose me, I will crush his balls!"

After saying that, he glared at some people fiercely.

"Who else objects to the wildlings entering the Wall?"

Cregan remained calm and scanned everyone present one by one.

No one answered.

"Then I will send a raven to the royal family to request more aid until the king returns."

Creggan changed the subject and made a decision: "Winter is coming, no one can back down!"

Bang bang bang!
If there is one, there will be a second one. The northern vassal slammed the table hard, and excitement appeared on his chilblained face.

"Winter is coming!!"

"..."

The passionate shouts echoed throughout the dining hall.

……

Winterfell.

"quack……"

A pitch-black raven flew into the window, and an old scholar removed the letter box from the raven's legs.

"What's the news?"

Baelor's eyes were eager, and her bones were rusted from staying in Winterfell.

The old scholar frowned and slowly handed it to the queen: "Your Majesty, it is a letter of assistance from the Duke."

Rhaenyra sat in the main seat in the Great Hall of Winterfell, drinking hot wine and settling accounts.

A large amount of money had to be spent every day to help the nobles whose castles were collapsed by the snow, to send people to clear the snow on the farm, to rescue homeless orphans...

There are so many things to do that I can’t keep up.

Looking at the letter handed to her, Rhaenyra wiped her lips and examined it with a hint of joy.

I haven't seen Rhaegar for a long time, and there is little news coming back.

Every time letters went back and forth between Changcheng, the brother and sister would express their concern for each other in the letters.

What I see is a lot of trouble.

There are supplies and equipment, and there are also savages entering the Great Wall, who need land for support and settlement.

Finally, he reported the news that Rhaegar had walked out of the Wall.

"Seven Hells!"

Rainier slapped her forehead and leaned on the table with a headache.

The North was already in enough trouble before the White Walkers attacked the Wall.

"Your Majesty, let me take a look."

Rhaena took the letter and read it carefully in silence.

Benilla put one hand on her hip and moved closer to watch.

"Duke Creggan is really good at giving me problems." Renee pulled her messy silver-gold hair together, and her purple eyes flashed with helplessness: "The last Hearthwall of the Amber family is the closest to the Black Castle. The surrounding land was given to the Night's Watch during the reign of the Elder King."

"The Northmen will not allow the Free Folk to cross the Last Hearth and settle in their heartland."

Not to mention the news that Rhaegar walked out of the Wall.

To be honest, she had full confidence in Rhaegar's abilities.

But what exists outside the Great Wall is unknown, and no one can guarantee safety.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to worry about these little things."

Rhaena replaced the letter and wrote on it, mumbling, "The free folk are hungry for land. We can start by making a promise to stabilize the free folk and the northerners."

"But we have not completed the promised land, Rhaena?"

Rhaenyra raised her hand and stroked her adopted daughter's soft long hair, feeling very relieved that she could share her worries.

"No, we do."

Rhaena's eyes were serious as she wrote, "Daeron has reclaimed a lot of fertile land in the Golden Fields. Any free folk who wish can take a ship to the east."

Rhaenyra paused for a moment, and her mind suddenly opened up.

Yes, the land of the golden fields is also land.

The reason why the royal family dared to support the North regardless of the consequences was because they had the vast golden fields behind them.

"So are we going to the Great Wall?"

Benilla is not interested in government affairs and only wants to achieve success.

"Let me think about it."

Rhaenyra's purple eyes flashed slightly, and she still had a longing for the Great Wall.

……

The Fist Peak of the Ancestors, at the foot of the mountain.

The falling snow buried the footprints of the predecessors, and the earth was covered with white.

The black boots stepped into the snow pit, making a crisp crunching sound.

Rhaegar bent down in the wind and snow and picked up a black arrow.

"It's dragon crystal."

The dragon crystal weapons given by the children of the forest will be equipped to the expedition team first.

"They are just ahead."

Rega clenched the arrow and climbed the mountain with a solemn expression.

An inexplicable heat emanated from his body, and the falling snow melted away, unable to get close to him.

Every few steps you walk, you can find a pothole in the snow.

In the pothole was a footprint that was not covered by snow, and in it lay a black arrow.

The children of the forest surrounded him, looking around at the Fist Peak of the Ancients, and it looked familiar, and their eyes gradually became solemn.

the other side.

The top of Fist Peak.

Robb and several Unsullied untied themselves and wielded pickaxes to dig at the rocks.

"Hurry up, we're almost there."

The red-nosed savage looked excited and crawled on his knees on the ground to dig up the frozen soil.

Soon, they dug a three-foot deep hole on the top of the mountain.

"Okay, stop."

The red-nosed savage shouted loudly, reached into the pit with his hands as if it were a treasure, and took out a rag package.

The fabric was black-dyed linen, rough and old.

Robb looked at it carefully and recognized that it was the black robe used by the Night's Watch.

"Haha, I finally found it."

The red-nosed savage rubbed his hands excitedly and opened the rag package.

The first thing that catches your eye is the black dragon crystal products.

All kinds of daggers, spearheads, arrowheads...

"What the hell is this?"

The red-nosed savage's face darkened and he threw the dragon crystal product aside.

Without any debris to cover it, a bone horn was wrapped in black cloth.

The horn is pale white all over, about three feet long, with tiny runes engraved on its surface.

"Winter Horn!!"

The red-nosed savage's pupils shrank, and he picked up the horn with trembling hands and raised it suddenly above his head.

"Be careful, idiot!"

The tall savage slapped him on the back of the head and reached out to grab the ivory-carved horn.

A closer look revealed no overall damage.

Just as he was about to put the trumpet in his mouth and blow it, the mouthpiece was slightly damaged and his movements suddenly froze.

The tall savage had a bad feeling and shook the Horn of Winter to his ear.

Blah blah blah...

From inside the empty horn, there was actually the noise of objects colliding.

"what happened!?"

A group of savages looked at him sideways and gathered around him anxiously.

"The horn is broken!"

The tall savage was furious and wanted to throw the horn to the ground.

"I'll try."

The red-nosed savage couldn't believe it, so he snatched it and put it to his lips and started playing.

A harsh creaking sound came from the round bell of the horn.

It lacks the original rich tone and sounds more like a child's whistle.

"It's bad. It's really bad."

The red-nosed savage looked despair-like and fell to the ground in the snow.

Legend has it that the Horn of Winter is a treasure of the children of the forest and the giants, and a holy object that even the gods covet.

During the invasion of the First Men, the Children of the Forest used the Horn of Winter to awaken the giants sleeping underground, causing huge waves to break the Arm of Dorne.

Later, during the invasion of the Andals, the Horn of the East summoned the sea to try to flood the Neck and separate Westeros from the North.

Something went wrong and the landmass was not broken, only the sea water flooded a large area of ​​forest.

This created the current Neck Marsh that is plagued by swamps and miasma.

"We're fucked!"

The red-nosed wild man was filled with grief and indignation. He grabbed a ball of snow and threw it out: "Without the Horn of Winter, we will never be able to enter the Wall, and we will all become dead people controlled by the White Walkers."

(End of this chapter)