Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

A trembling figure appeared in front of the Commander-in-Chief's bedroom. The old man leaned on the threshold and spoke in a hoarse, trembling voice.

"The White Walkers haven't appeared for thousands of years."

"Lord Stark."

"The Commander-in-Chief certainly won't believe you just by saying that..."

"You also need to prove that you are not lying."

Chapter 232 The Night's Watch Expedition

Maester Aemon, dressed in a grey robe and with blind white eyes, walked in shakily, his hand gripping the doorframe.

Thousands of years, though it sounds simple.

However, everything that happened thousands of years ago is completely unrelated to the present day, and even language, writing, and physical characteristics have changed significantly.

Since the White Walkers hadn't appeared for so long, Benjen wanted to convince Mormont with a single sentence that it was simply impossible for them to appear.

"Scholar Aemon".

When Benjen saw Maester Aemon arrive, he quickly stepped forward to help the highly respected elder of the Night's Watch.

Then a chair was brought over for the nearly 100-year-old scholar to sit down.

Benjen was a very intelligent man. After listening to Maester Aemon's words and thinking for a moment, he realized that the old man was reminding him.

Then the young ranger raised his head and spoke to Commander-in-Chief Mormont.

“I have evidence to prove I did not lie, Commander-in-Chief.”

Then Bunyan came down from the command tower, called the other Night's Watch brothers to carry the Ranger's body back up to the command tower, and then closed the door again.

"Ok?"

The Ranger's body was brought up, and Commander-in-Chief Mormont, who was sitting in a chair, rose from his chair, gripping the hilt of his sword.

He walked up to the corpse, his expression turning grave.

He hadn't paid much attention to the body when it was just placed aside, but now he could see it clearly.

The Ranger had a shockingly large black hole in his abdomen, and the contents of his stomach had even been pulled out.

Such an injury is indeed difficult to cause by a human, and the weapons used by savages could not have caused such an injury; it's as if a hand had been plunged into his abdomen.

“I saw with my own eyes that monster reach into Cole’s stomach with its hands and pull out his intestines.”

Banyan's voice was deep.

"At that moment, Cole swung his sword, cut off his ripped intestines, climbed onto his warhorse, and escaped with us."

The chief ranger glanced at Mormont's face, then turned to look at his brothers lying on the ground, and spoke with a somewhat somber expression.

Just hearing Banyan's description of the scene was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Although this brother escaped the White Walkers' pursuit, he still did not survive and died on the way.

“This kind of injury is something that savages could not have caused, Lord Mormont.”

“The other Ranger brothers can testify for me.”

Benjamin, observing Mormont's expression, continued speaking.

However, Mormont's expression remained solemn. He crouched down and gently touched the wound on Cole's stomach with his fingers. After a moment of silence, he raised his head.

“The injuries alone are not enough to confirm that this was the work of the White Walkers, and the other Rangers may have already agreed with you on the same story.”

"Commander-in-Chief!"

Upon hearing the Commander-in-Chief's words, Banyan's expression immediately became anxious, and he couldn't help but speak loudly.

He didn't know how to prove himself. Being suspected was a minor matter; the real issue was the delay in obtaining crucial intelligence about the White Walkers' resurgence.

As a member of House Stark, he grew up listening to Old Nan tell stories of the White Walkers, and thus deeply understood the Stark family's mission.

However, before he could speak, the white-haired old commander stood up from the ground, looked intently at the chief ranger, and continued to speak.

"What you say may be true, Benjen."

"But as the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, I cannot make a decision on matters that are still in doubt."

Mormont's voice was hoarse as he raised his hand and patted Benjen on the shoulder.

"On the bright side, maybe it's not the White Walkers, but something you don't know about."

If you put yourself in their shoes, imagine the White Walkers, who hadn't appeared for thousands of years and had even been forgotten by the people of the south, suddenly reappearing as the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch.

He certainly couldn't make a decision on such an important matter based solely on the word of his subordinates.

He must witness the appearance of the White Walkers firsthand, or have more direct and compelling evidence that the White Walkers have truly resurrected, before he can seek help from the king and dukes beyond the Wall.

"Um..."

Benjen could only let out a long sigh after Mormont patted him on the shoulder.

He understood the Commander-in-Chief's predicament, so he could only nod again.

"Ah."

“I understand, Lord Mormont.”

...

Soon after.

Several more days have passed.

News of the White Walkers' appearance was kept strictly secret. When one Ranger couldn't help but let it slip, the rest of the Night's Watch laughed at him, mocking the Rangers for being terrified.

The Black Castle remains as peaceful as ever, with wisps of smoke rising in the early morning as the watchmen's cooks prepare meals and the soldiers doing their morning exercises, constantly striking wooden swords.

Another row of soldiers practiced archery, drawing their bows and shooting arrows onto the targets. After emptying a quiver of arrows, they ran over to retrieve the arrows from the targets under the instructor's reprimand and continued practicing.

Commander-in-Chief Mormont suddenly organized an expedition for some unknown reason, perhaps related to the Savages or perhaps to the Rangers' recent defeat.

Recently, not only Black Castle, but also Shadow Tower, Eastwatch and other places have received scout reports from Rangers, indicating that more and more savages have been appearing in Ghostwood, as if they have been driven there by something.

So Mormont organized this expedition on this pretext, driving all the savages back to their homeland.

However, this was just Mormont's excuse; the number of troops he organized was not large, only about a hundred.

All the Rangers who had recently escaped refused to participate, looking terrified and offering various excuses.

Only Benjen Stark was willing to join in and guide this expedition.

No member of the Night's Watch knows the terrain north of the Wall better than the Rangers.

After breakfast that morning, all the Night's Watch brothers who participated in the expedition brought plenty of dry rations, which consisted mainly of dried beef and hardened bread.

Then the oak gates opened once more, and over a hundred Night's Watch soldiers rode their warhorses into the Ghostwood, trudging through the thick snow.

Benjen Stark walked at the very front of the procession.

Two days later, they found the place where they had fought in the Ghost Forest, not far from Caster Fortress.

"this…"

Upon seeing this scene, Banyan's breathing became rapid, his eyes turned bloodshot, as if he had recalled some unpleasant memories. He drew his longsword from his waist while sitting on his horse.

All the Night's Watch brothers present, including Lord Commander Mormont, were stunned by the sight before them.

"This is..."

What appeared before them was not a chaotic battlefield, but a mound of human heads.

As if knowing they would return, all the bloodied heads faced the direction from which the Night's Watch had come.

Many of them were familiar faces, and there were also the heads of savages.

On the ground, there were also dead people's arms wrapped around the Jingguan (a mound of corpses).

They neatly arranged a pattern they didn't recognize, which looked like the sun.

Mormont's face was grim, and his aged eyes were fixed on the mound of human heads before him.

But the next second.

All the heads opened their mouths at once and let out a sharp scream.

...

Chapter 233 Princess Dorne

Compared to the frigid Great Wall, the climate in Pentos is much better.

Although the temperature has dropped considerably with the arrival of winter, it is still within an acceptable range.

tata tao...

At this moment, a group of cavalrymen carrying banners with three-headed fire dragons approached from afar, their hooves pounding on the smooth bluestone road.

They escorted a discreet convoy through the gates of Pentos and into the magnificent ancient city.

"We've finally arrived."

Inside the central carriage, the curtains hung down, covering the interior completely. Inside this magnificent carriage sat a young girl with olive-colored skin, dressed in a sandy yellow dress.

The girl exuded allure with every gesture, possessing a distinct exotic charm, and a metal badge depicting a piercing golden spear was pinned to her full breasts.

"Is this Pentos?"

The girl from Dorne curiously lifted a bit of the carriage curtain, gazing at the outside world.

Her uncle, Oberyn, was currently stationed as a legion commander at some desolate mountain camp east of Andalus and could not leave his post to come here to greet her in person.

However, Oberyn still wrote a letter warning her not to appear in public.

Although the girl was somewhat rebellious and unwilling to listen to her scheming father's instructions, she obeyed her uncle's every word; otherwise, given her personality, she would have run away long ago.

Even in Dorne, many people believe that she is more like her uncle Oberyn than her father, Prince Doran.

"There are so many people."

"This place is even bigger than Yangji City."