Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 179 The Chameleon

"Who fired the arrow!" Jon demanded loudly.

When the sky was dark, the dense blackness of the Haunted Forest was spreading towards the Great Wall with a frightening chill. The sentinel trees looked like standing puppets, and the weirwood's eyes were streaming with blood-red tears.

On the Wall at dusk Jon had seen his father enter Mance Rayder's tent, but there was only confusion there now.

The fire flashed everywhere, and the wildlings and cavalry mingled and fought each other.

Jon threw away his cane and dragged his hands and feet, struggling to walk behind.

"Jon!" Pyp called to him, "Where are you going?"

"Go down" Jon squeezed out a word with difficulty.

He saw Pyp look back at the wildlings creeping up, as if a wave had drowned the flag of the Wolf of the Icefield.

"Who is the commander here?" They saw someone coming from the east.

It was a group of black-clothed brothers, and Jon saw clearly that the leader was a short, stocky man with a bald head, a double chin, and a frog face in the dim light.Behind him came the lean and stern Alliser Thorne.

Jon knew that it was the reinforcements from Eastwatch who came, and he thought angrily in his heart: Could it be that they shot the arrows?

"Lord Snow." Jon saw Alliser's gloating expression.

The fat, broad man with double chins looked at Jon, "You are Jon Snow?"

"Yes, who are you?" Jon frowned.

"Take care of him." The man ordered to the two night watchman brothers beside him.

Pip stood in front of Jon and asked, "What do you guys want?"

"Boy, are you going to cover up this chameleon?"

"Chameleon? Who are you talking about?" Jon asked.

"Of course you, Lord Snow," Ser Thorne answered him.

Jon's face was frosty, "I'm not a chameleon. Get out of the way, I'm going down."

"Don't even think of going there now, traitor. You're accused of breaking your oath, Jon Snow," the man with the double chin said to him, calling loudly, "Take him!"

"I advise you to do what you can, night watchman." At this moment, someone walked up to Jon, and he turned around to see a familiar face, Quint, his father's guard.

The man with the double chin changed his face instantly when he saw Quint's gray piping cape.

If there is anyone Janos Slynt wants to see the last time, it is Stark. When he was in King's Landing, it was because of his defection that Ed Stark was arrested. prison.

"Quint, we have to go down. Father needs help." Jon said to the servants in Winterfell.

Quint nodded.

"I'll go with you too," Pip said suddenly.

"I'll go too." Grant joined in. "I can hold you, Jon."

"If you don't mind it," said short Vigil.

Jon looked at them gratefully.

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Swords are on the verge of breaking out in the big tent, and the front of the soldiers will be mixed together at any moment. The captain of the guard, Harris Moran, guards Duke Ed behind him.

"By the Old Gods," Stark said to the wildling king.

There was a moment of hesitation in Mance Rayder's eyes, and he lowered his sword.

At this time, there was a wailing voice from inside and outside the big tent, "Help me, save me! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh")!"

Harris swung his sword quickly to cut at the shadow, and the sword slashed across, cutting him in half himself.

"Watch your step!" cried Mance Rayder suddenly.

Harris was stunned for a moment, his legs seemed to be clamped by something, his eyes moved down, and only the upper half of the black figure that had been chopped up by him remained.

His leg was firmly grasped by the monster, Harris was startled, and used the other foot to push the monster's body.

"Step aside."

The King of the Wildlings appeared behind him. Mance grabbed a stick of fire with his pliers and burned it directly at the monster's hand. It howled in an instant, as if it had suffered great damage, and Harris pulled his leg back.

"What is this?" Ed asked in shock.

"The dead." Mance Rayder said calmly, "This is our enemy, Stark."

"White ghosts?" Harris asked in shock.

Mance shook his head. "This is a ghoul. He was one of our buddies before he died."

The king of the wildlings poured wine on the dead man, then threw the fire, and said to the crowd, "Go, get out."

Flames began to fill the tent, and Mance explained to Ed, "Only fire can burn a ghoul."

Ed nodded.

There was chaos outside, surrounded by wildlings and Winterfell's guards.

"Stop them!" Ed yelled at the wildling king.

A savage rushed over with a weapon and was killed by the guards of the northern border who raised their shields.

At this time, a giant riding a mammoth rushed towards them. With a swing of the giant's wooden club, a guard of Winterfell named Ferry was knocked into the air.

The formation broke up in an instant, leaving only Captain Harris Moran beside Ed.

"Master Ed." Harris helped up Ed who had fallen.

"I'm fine." Ed Stark stood up, and as soon as he stabilized his figure, the sword quickly stabbed out of his hand, reaching the face of a savage who was about to attack.

He exhaled a mouthful of white mist and drew his sword.

Harris looked at the howling savage behind him, and knew that it was the Duke who saved him.

Several guards approached them, and soon the guards of Winterfell gathered five or six people.

The guards led by Ai De fought and retreated at the foot of the Great Wall at the same time.

A steady stream of Stark soldiers rushed out of the city gate.

They were getting closer and closer to the city wall.

"Father" Ed heard a familiar voice.

After a lot of fighting, Jon finally found Lord Eddard, and he was fine, which is really great.

There was joy in his voice, and the worries in his heart were finally let go.

Jon walked up quickly.

"Jon!" he heard his father call.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment. It was obvious that he and his father were less than five feet away, but the voice seemed to be coming from far away.

Slowly moving his head, a huge figure almost enveloped Jon. He saw the big head and the stick that was the size of a branch raised high.

Getting closer, Jon stretched out his arms to block it.

Unstoppable, he told himself in his heart, how terrifying the giant's power was, he had seen it in the tribe of wildlings.

Suddenly Jon was grateful that he had been slammed, and he fell sideways.

His face was smashed into the snow, and the cold pierced his skin.

Jon endured the pain in his feet, got up, and what he saw was a scene of despair.

Dudu Dudu! ! !
His mind was blank, only the buzzing sound was ringing in his ears. Jon felt as if he had left this world. He staggered forward, and from time to time, he could hear the sound of distant fighting and the sound of horns.But Jon only had eyes for the figure lying down in the snow.

They seemed to be cheering, and Jon turned his head mechanically. The last thing he saw was a billowing black banner coming from the east, and there seemed to be a white bird flying on it.

(End of this chapter)