Ice and Fire: Conquering the World Starting from the Wall

"So, can a dragon cross the Great Wall?"

Lynn shook her head.

"Theoretically, it's possible, but the dragon is very resistant, so I don't dare to take the risk. I'll wait until later and try the East Sea Pass."

Mans nodded.

"Soon. I just saw Valamir's eagle fly towards the camp. That eagle is afraid of your dragon; it probably saw us but didn't dare come over."

Lynn smiled slightly, and Qi Xue treated chasing birds as entertainment and hunting practice. The eagles of Valamir suffered a lot at his hands.

As they returned to their temporary camp, the grey-blue eagle flew right overhead.

Bloodlust, which used to be triggered by the sight of birds, was now listless, it seemed that the magical power on the Great Wall had a significant negative impact on it.

The dog-headed mammoth came forward and handed Mans a roll of very thinly sliced ​​sheepskin.

Mans opened it and glanced at it; it contained the cipher symbols that he and Valamir had discussed beforehand.

"Kasa and his men have arrived and are hiding in a hilly area west of Mole Village. They are resting and preparing to attack Black Castle tonight at wolf time."

(Westerloh hours naming:)

The time for bats begins after sunset.

The eel season follows the bat season.

The hour of the demon is after the hour of the eel.

Owl hour, from a few hours after Ghost hour until before dawn.

The wolf's time is "the darkest time of night," following the owl's time.

(The nightingale's time follows the wolf's time.)

Mans handed the "real parchment" to Lynn, even though he knew Lynn couldn't understand the encryption symbols, he still had to make the gesture.

"We will sound the horns and light bonfires after nightfall to draw as many watchmen as possible to the walls."

Mans concluded.

Lynn examined the scribbles on the sheepskin, wondering whether he should teach the savage simplified Chinese characters.

To create a language that can be quickly popularized and used is a great achievement, no matter where you are.

Chinese characters are a typical logographic script, with extremely high information density and reading efficiency. Each character is independent and rich in meaning, and the amount of information they carry is far greater than that of the alphabetic script currently used in Westeros.

Although it is relatively more difficult to learn, it has the advantage of being able to read and write simply by mastering some commonly used characters, and the connections between characters are stronger than those of alphabetic scripts, making it very suitable for complete illiterate people to learn.

Once the issues of grammatical conflicts and phoneme mismatches are properly addressed, they can be borrowed for use in different languages ​​to form "mismatched collocations".

On this continent, knowledge and education are basically monopolized by the academies, and even among the nobility, they are difficult to spread. The illiteracy rate among the common people is close to 100%.

If education lags behind, productivity will never improve.

But now is not the time. We must first secure a stable rear area before we can try to promote education, and even then, everyone must be able to feed themselves.

If people can't even get enough to eat, who has the mind to learn to read and write with you?

So Lynn put the idea back on his mind for the time being.

Back in his tent, Lynn ate some cold, hard jerky with cold water. They were too close to the Great Wall to start a fire, so he had to make do with what he had.

On the other side of the tent, the forest witches accompanying the army were changing the dressing on the severed hand. These witches all knew some medical skills, but their skill level depended entirely on their luck.

They lacked the comprehensive education system of the old town's academy, and the quality of their craftsmanship depended entirely on the master-apprentice transmission.

Lynn frowned as he watched the witch mix honey with herbal paste to make a sticky, yellowish-green ointment, which she then applied in a thick layer to Colin's severed leg before wrapping it in coarse linen.

This is already considered quite sophisticated. At least from a scientific point of view, high-sugar honey does have antibacterial and anti-inflammatory effects. Lynn had even seen savages use mud to stop bleeding when they were injured.

At least use some wood ash.

Lynn made up his mind to avoid getting sick and injured as much as possible in the future, otherwise, with the medical level of this era, it would be easy to kill a good person.

It should be noted that even scholars from the old town's academy still use the all-powerful bloodletting therapy to treat illnesses.

After finishing the jerky, Lynn grabbed a handful of snow to wipe the grease off his hands, and then began to write a letter on a thin sheepskin that was about two feet square.

The letter was addressed to Morse Amber, the acting lord of Last Hearth.

Legend has it that a crow mistook the drunken Morse for a dead man and pecked out one of his eyes. Awakened by the pain, Morse grabbed the bird with his bare hands and, in a fit of rage, bit off its head. Thus, Morse earned this nickname, which is neither good nor bad.

The pen was made from the tail feathers of an unknown bird that they had found, and the ink was provided by forest witches, who usually used this ink to draw tattoos.

Lynn briefly recalled his memories of Blood Raven's time as Hand of the King, then dipped a quill in dark green ink and wrote a passionate letter on parchment in a very formal style and courtly phrasing.

The gist of the story is that Lynn Morningstar, the "Guardian of all living beings in Westeros," has taken over the defense of the Wall to resist the invasion of the White Walkers. However, he is struggling to repair the abandoned fortress, which requires a large amount of resources and manpower. Therefore, he invites the Umber family of Last Hearth to come and help him contribute to the protection of the kingdom's peace.

The contents of the letter were obviously nonsense; the main breakthrough point still lies with Kuna and Lyanna, although the chances are slim.

However, the formalities still need to be done. This letter will also become a template, and in the future, the maesters on the Wall will send it out in batches by ravens to every lord in Westeros whose name they can name.

After finishing the letter, Lynn spread it out on the table to dry.

Colin, who had just changed his bandages, came over to take a look and then sincerely praised Lynn's letter for its high quality. He had only seen Maester Aemon write such beautiful cursive handwriting before he went completely blind, and Maester Mullin of the Shadow Tower did not possess this skill at all.

Lynn smiled slightly. The Duke of Bloodraven had been in charge of the Targaryen court for decades, so writing diplomatic letters was naturally a piece of cake for him.

He then found Kuna, who was teaching Gilly how to take care of children, and handed her the rolled-up parchment letter.

Lyanna was listening to her mother's parenting class when she saw Lynn, and her eyes lit up, probably because she was thinking about her still-unborn child.

As evening fell, the army of more than four thousand men ceased to conceal their movements.

As the last ray of light was swallowed by the distant mountains, dozens of horns of all sizes were sounded simultaneously, and swarms of clan soldiers began to pour out of the Ghost Forest, cutting down trees and building camps and bonfires right in front of the Great Wall guards.

The campfire served both to ward off the White Walkers and to announce the arrival of the free people to the Night's Watch.

The bugle sounded twice in succession on the Great Wall.

One sound signifies the return of the Rangers, two sounds signify the attack of the Savages.

For a long time, no one remembered what the three tones represented, until the Night's Watch was reminded of the devastating defeat of the First Men's Fist Peak that there were nightmares beyond the Wall that were a thousand times more terrifying than the wildlings.

Time is the most ruthless corrosive agent. In the land south of the Wall, people have long forgotten the truth of the Long Night. The White Walkers have degenerated from a threat of world destruction into a terrifying bedtime story.