Ice and Fire: Conquering the World Starting from the Wall

"Then where did your other nicknames come from? My nicknames all have a basis, are yours the same?"

Lynn stumped Tormund with his question. The old man thought for a long time and realized that what Lynn said was indeed true; every nickname he had was based on solid evidence.

"Are people who come from the stars all this curious?!"

Tormund retorted irritably, and then told Lynn a story he often used to boast about.

"Okay, here's the story:"

That was another winter, colder than the one I spent inside the giant's belly, with snow falling day and night, the snowflakes as big as your beautiful helmet, unlike this small scene now.

The snow was falling heavily, burying half of the village. I was staying in the Red Hall, with only a barrel of mead for company.

With nothing to do but drink, the more I drank, the more I thought about the woman who lived nearby. She was strong and beautiful, with an astonishingly large bust, and although she had a terrible temper—yes—but, oh, she was also very warm, and in the dead of winter, men need warmth and energy.

"The more I drink, the more I think about her, and the more I think about her, the harder my penis gets, until I can't take it anymore."

I was so foolishly impulsive that I immediately wrapped myself in fur from head to toe and rushed out to find her. The snow was falling so heavily that I couldn't see the road, and the wind pierced through my body, freezing me to the bone, but I finally found her. She was wrapped in fur, just like me.

"Women do have terrible tempers. I hugged her, and she resisted fiercely. It took me a lot of effort to bring her home and take off her fur."

When I did that, oh, her passion was unimaginable. Afterwards, we enjoyed ourselves for a while, and then we slept. When I woke up the next morning, the snow had stopped, the sun was shining, but I was in bad shape, covered in wounds, and there was a mother bear skin on the floor.

Soon after, the free people spread rumors that there was a bald bear in the forest, followed by two very strange bear cubs. Ha!

He slapped his thick thigh.

"I hope I can find her again, and sleep with her again, that mother bear! No woman has ever defied me like this, and no woman has ever given me such a strong son."

"What good will it do you even if you find her?" Lynn asked with a smile. "Isn't she only half there?"

"My penis is twice as long as other people's."

Tormund snorted and took another sip of mead.

So Lynn knew where his nickname "The King of Bragging" came from.

That night, the team set up camp at the foot of a sheltered mountain. There were tents left behind by the advance supply team, which they would not dismantle and take with them after use, but would leave in place for the rest of the team to use.

This novel model opened the eyes of the free people, not only reducing the burden on personnel but also improving efficiency.

The giants, however, did not use tents; they relied solely on their own fur and the body heat of their mammoths for warmth. Those who came this time were the strongest of the giants, each over twelve feet tall, with the tallest, Mag, approaching fourteen feet.

When Lynn woke up in his tent the next day, the sight that greeted him when he went outside was a series of small, wriggling mounds, which were mammoths and giants buried by the night snow.

When they set off again, the formation was changed so that the Thane were in front and the giants were behind, but the raiders always walked at the very front.

After a day's march, when Tormund told Lynn that they were close to the Fist of the First Men, a song suddenly rang out from the right side of the group.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh~ I am the last Titan, I have no comrades."

It was Ygritte singing; she had always been by Jon Snow's side as a watchman.

Tormund joined in the singing when he heard it.

"The last giants, emerging from the mountains, we once ruled the world."

His voice was loud and clear, piercing through the wind and snow.

Rick the Spear also joined them. He and Ygritte came from the same settlement and originally belonged to the Bone King's party, but later followed Tormund because of Jon.

"Ah~ the little people have stolen the forests, stolen the mountains, stolen the rivers."

"They built huge walls in the valley and caught all the fish in the streams."

Ygritte and Tormund sang in a loud, alternating chorus.

Tormund's sons Torreg and Dormund echoed in deep voices, followed by most of the people around them, except for Lynn, Colin, Jon, and Kuna.

Everyone coordinated their movements, striking their leather shields with swords and spears, singing as they went:

They set fire to the stone hall.

Forge sharp spears.

And I am alone in the mountains.

There were no companions, only tears.

Chased by a pack of dogs during the day

There are also torches at night.

Just because a giant exists under the sunlight,

The Lilliputians were restless and unable to eat or sleep properly.

Aaaaaaah, I am the last giant!

Please remember my song.

One day, I will leave.

After she finished singing, Ygritte had tears in her eyes, and Tormund also wiped his eyes with emotion.

"Why are you crying?" Jon asked, puzzled. "It's just a song. There are hundreds of giants left; I've seen them in the camp."

"Oh, hundreds!" she exclaimed excitedly. "You know nothing, Jon Snow. You—Jon!"

Jon turned his head at the sudden flapping of wings.

Gray-blue wings obscured his vision, and sharp claws pierced his face. The pain came suddenly and violently, and the eagle's wings lashed wildly around his head.

He saw the bird's beak, but had no time to raise his hand to block it or grab his weapon, so he flipped backward, his feet slipping out of the stirrups. The horse ran away in terror, and he fell downward.

The eagle grabbed his face and wouldn't let go, tearing at it with its claws, screeching and pecking.

It wasn't until a chaotic shouting subsided that he realized he was face down, his mouth filled with the taste of dirt and blood, with Ygritte kneeling protectively above him, holding a bone dagger.

He could still hear the sound of wings, but he could no longer see the eagle; half the world was in darkness.

"My eyes!" he cried out in sudden panic, raising his hand to touch his face.

"It's just blood, Jon Snow. He punctured the skin above, but didn't gouge out the eyeball."

His cheek throbbed as he wiped the blood from his left eye and peered through his right. Tormund roared on horseback, followed by the sounds of hooves, shouts, and the clatter of bones.

"Ding-dong!" Tormund roared, "Call your damned crows back!"

"Damn crow, you're here!"

The Bone King pointed at Jon Snow and said, "He's like a treacherous dog, lying in the mud bleeding!"

Oriel's eagle flapped its wings and flew down, landing on the shattered giant skull that he was using as a helmet.

"I want him!"

"Come on then!" Tormund said. "You'd better bring your sword, because I'll bring mine. I'm going to boil your bones and use them as a chamber pot. Ha!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Once I expose your true colors, you'll shrink back smaller than that spearwoman! Stand aside if you don't want to anger Mans."

Ygritte stood up.

"What did you say? Mance wants to see him?"

"That's right, have you gotten tired of hearing it? Let this black-hearted bastard get up himself."

Tormund looked down at Jon and frowned:

"If this is Mans's idea, you'd better go quickly."