Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

However, before he could finish speaking, a dozen rangers fired arrows in unison.

bang bang bang-

The rangers were all elite members of the Night's Watch, and their arrows were extremely accurate. These unarmored wildlings could only use their bare hands to block the rangers' rain of arrows.

Therefore, they all quickly collapsed, their bodies buried in the snow, leaving behind a large amount of bright red in the white expanse.

The last savage was shot in the thigh and collapsed in the snow, but he still struggled to crawl toward them.

"Leave one alive!"

Seeing this, Banyan, feeling somewhat uneasy, quickly spoke up to stop them.

However, his voice came too late; a ranger beside him released his bowstring.

puff--

The cold arrow pierced the neck of the last savage, and blood quickly spread across the white snow.

"this..."

The ranger shrugged slightly, looking somewhat innocent.

"Sir, you are speaking too slowly."

"But there's not much to interrogate about the savages. They move their settlements around every now and then, and by the time we patrol next time, they'll probably have moved on by then."

In search of survival, wild people often need to migrate to places with more food and water, thus they have no fixed abode.

"Hmm, never mind."

Banyan frowned, but didn't say anything more.

wow-

Then a group of Rangers who had been hiding behind the bushes stood up.

Now that all the savages had been eliminated, they prepared to plunder their corpses.

There's nothing good here at the Wall of Despair, but we definitely can't leave our weapons and equipment to these savages.

The rangers then slid down the trees, holding onto the branches.

Banyan remained standing on high ground with his arms crossed, gazing in the direction the savages had fled from, lost in thought.

At that moment, an extremely pale face suddenly entered his field of vision.

"Ok?"

Ban Yang was slightly taken aback and didn't react immediately.

However, the pale face disappeared from his sight the next second.

Chapter 231 Black Castle

A few days later.

Several rangers, cloaked in black, lay sprawled on their horses, covered in wounds, as they escaped from the Ghostwood and arrived at the foot of the magnificent Wall of Despair.

"Open the city gates!"

"Open the city gates!"

The Night's Watch sentries on the Wall spotted them and called out, while the guards at the gate below pulled on the ropes.

wow-

The noose and chains rattled, the heavy solid oak gate was pulled open, and several Rangers who had fled back in panic climbed onto their horses and entered the Seed of the Wall.

"Hey bro, what happened?"

The Night's Watch brothers, dressed in black, stepped forward and lifted the fleeing Rangers from their horses, only to discover the extent of their injuries.

One of the rangers even had a large hole in his abdomen, as if a hand had pierced through it and pulled out his intestines.

The ranger had been dead for some time, and his body had even lost its warmth and stiffened his joints. Only his legs remained tightly gripping the horse's back, preventing the body from being thrown off. The horse then fled back with the other rangers' horses.

It took several Night's Watch brothers a great deal of effort to lift him off the horse. His body was placed on a plank on the ground, but he was still in the riding posture.

All the Night's Watch brothers who rushed to the scene fell silent upon seeing it.

The remaining Rangers who escaped were also injured, pale, and dazed. It was unclear what they had encountered, but they seemed to have suffered a great shock.

Chief Ranger Benjen Stark was the best of the returning Rangers, but he also had a gruesome scratch on his back, a long mark left by the tear in his cloak.

"This kind of injury..."

"Banyan, what did you grab that was?"

One of the Night's Watch brothers was surprised and asked a question.

However, Banyan lowered his head and remained silent for a moment.

"call…"

He then exhaled a long puff of white mist, shook his head slightly, and remained silent.

And at this time.

Upon hearing that the Ranger corps, which had been out of contact for several days, had finally returned, Jeor Mormont, the 997th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, descended the high steps of the Command Tower to the scene.

The old commander's head was already bald, with a few lonely white hairs fluttering in the wind, and his fuzzy gray beard swayed a few times. In his hand, he held a half-sword with a bear's head carved on the hilt.

This is the Valyrian steel sword, Longclaw, passed down through the Mormont family.

"Commander-in-Chief."

"Lord Mormont."

Upon seeing the Commander-in-Chief arrive, the Night Watchmen who had been watching quickly made way.

When Jeor Mormont arrived at the scene and parted the crowd, he saw the miserable state of the Rangers sitting on the ground. He frowned slightly and looked up at the Chief Ranger.

"Banyan, what exactly happened?"

Mormont knew that Benjen was a mature and experienced commander who had never suffered such heavy losses when leading the Rangers into battle. Could it be that they had been ambushed by the Savages?

The chief ranger, his sharp face still somewhat pale after hearing the commander-in-chief's words, took a deep breath, then grasped Mormont's outstretched hand, stood up from the ground, and exhaled a puff of white mist.

"Commander-in-Chief, let's talk privately."

“Invite Maester Aemon as well.”

"Oh?"

When old Mormont heard Benjen's words, his dim, yellowed eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared intently into Benjen's eyes at close range.

After a long pause, he nodded slightly and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"it is good."

"We'll talk about this when we get back inside."

Then Mormont turned to his chief affairs officer, Bowen Marcy, and spoke.

"Bowen, go and fetch Maester Aemon."

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief."

The chief affairs officer, who was fat and red like a pomegranate, agreed and then glanced at Benjen Stark and nodded in greeting.

They then headed toward the crow's nest, where the maester's room was located directly below it.

"Ah."

Benjen Stark nodded slightly.

He then turned his head and glanced at the other Ranger brothers present, all of whom had been instructed by Bunyan beforehand and nodded to indicate that they would keep it strictly confidential.

Then Banyan followed behind the Commander-in-Chief and climbed the wooden steps of the command tower.

The old commander walked slowly ahead, with the chief ranger following behind him. The two remained silent on the way, the steps creaking. When they reached the door, they took out their keys and opened it.

"Come in."

Mormont looked up and gestured, and Bunyan followed him into the Commander-in-Chief's room, then closed the door.

There was a birdcage hanging on the wall inside the room, and a raven inside was tilting its head and looking at Benjen Stark.

“Tell me, Benjen.”

What exactly happened to you?

The Commander-in-Chief was getting old and even climbing the stairs made him a little breathless. He then sat down in the chair next to his desk, picked up his water glass, and took a sip of hot water.

He raised his head and asked.

The still disheveled Chief Ranger stood in the center of the room, head bowed, briefly organizing his thoughts before raising his head again and speaking in a hoarse voice.

"We have encountered the White Walkers, Commander-in-Chief."

As soon as Benjen finished speaking, Mormont paused for a moment, then instinctively and decisively shook his head.

"impossible!"

He had expected Banyan to give some kind of reason, but he never expected it to be such a clumsy excuse.

"Banyan..."

Mormont was even somewhat disappointed.

He believed that Bunyan had led the rangers in an ambush by the savages, and then suffered heavy losses before fleeing back in panic.

Fearing punishment, they agreed on a story with all the escaped rangers before returning to Castle Black.

No one is immune to making mistakes. Old Mormont himself made many mistakes when he was young, but the right path is to admit and correct them in a timely manner.

Therefore, he gave the young man face and went back to the house to talk to him alone.

To his surprise, Banyan did not admit his mistake and even came up with such a clumsy excuse.

“I did not lie, Lord Mormont.”

Banyan was slightly taken aback, not expecting the Commander-in-Chief to disbelieve him, and immediately retorted.

And at this time.