Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 180 "Dead People Haunted"

"Father" Jon woke up exhausted, seeing a familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling in front of him. Could it be that it was just a nightmare?

He dreamed that his father had fallen under a giant's club in order to save him.

"You're awake" was a gentle voice.

"Maester Aemon." Jon turned his head.

"You cannot move yet," the maester told him. "Moving will open your wounds again, Jon."

Jon marveled at how keen the maester's hearing was.

"I have something to tell you, my boy." The maester's tone changed. "You have to be mentally prepared."

Jon's heart suddenly wanted to be squeezed tightly by a hand, and he didn't want to hear it at all, not at all.But nothing came out of his mouth, and his body was trembling slightly.

The maester sighed, "Your father."

"Please, my lord, please." His tears flowed down uncontrollably.

Aemon knew that this was too cruel for Jon, and the maester's mind was complicated, "This is Lord Stark's last words to you before he died. This letter should have been written by Sir Harris Moran himself Leave it to you, but he will escort Duke Eddard's dead body back to Winterfell, so I will do it for you."

"No." Jon let out a cry of grief. "You're lying to me, aren't you, Maester Aemon."

The maester just let out a long sigh, then bent over and was helped away by Clydas. "I know it's painful, my child. But this is the test the gods have set for us. Lord Eddard loves you very much."

He didn't know how long he had been crying, and Jon held the letter tightly in his hand.

"Why?" He questioned the empty room, why are the gods so cruel!

I don't know how long it has passed, Jon stayed in the dark room, filled with infinite grief and remorse, if it wasn't for saving him
"Jon?" A voice called out in the darkness, but Jon was already exhausted from crying.

Pyp with the big ears came in with a candle, and he was holding a plate, and there was a big man and a short man behind him, Grenn and Vikie.

Piper placed the candle on the table, letting the light diffuse across the room. "We deeply regret what happened to your father, Jon."

"Not father." Grant reminded him in a low voice.

"Would you like a drink of water?" Virgil asked Jon, who was staring blankly.

"No, thank you." The voice was hoarse and weak, his head turned slightly, and he asked, "How did I come back?"

Glenn's face showed excitement, "Do you know who is here? Jon." He seemed to realize that his behavior was inappropriate, so he quickly restrained his expression and turned serious.

"Who?"

"Cole, he's back." Pyp answered him.

"You should really go and see, he is very powerful now. He led people to defeat the wildlings, and then saved you." Grant continued. "If you saw him, you would never recognize him."

Envy flashed in "Stupid Cow" Grant's eyes.

When the horn blew from the east, they couldn't help but look there. The battle banner inscription edged with gold silk showed silver flame-breathing birds, the cavalry set off billowing snow and fog, and the leader in the front was impressively dressed in silver Armor, majestic knight.

Horsemen from the Stormlands crushed the chaotic army of wildlings, and Glenn watched the Silver Knight take down a giant with his own hands.

"Here's the food Sergeant Bowen Marsh has had for you, and you'd better eat some of it." Pyp put the plate on the table as well.

"Thank you,"

Pyp shook his head, "The dead can't be resurrected, so my condolences, Jon."

"Thank you." This was the third time he was saying thanks, but his mind was like a ball of flax right now.

After the three of them glanced at each other, they walked out silently, leaving only the candle and the food plate behind.

When the space was quiet, Jon kept recalling the past memories in his mind, and the picture in the snow kept echoing in his mind.

He took the letter clutched in his hand to his face.

----

Mance Rayder was tied up in front of a young man, and the soldier kicked him in the back of the knee, causing Mance to stumble and fall to the ground.

"In front of you is His Excellency the Prince Regent of the Seven Kingdoms." The fat knight beside the silver-haired youth said to Mance.

"Another King of the South." Mance Rayder smiled contemptuously.

"King beyond the Wall, Mance Rayder." Cole looked at him, a middle-aged gray-haired man with an ordinary appearance.

"What advice do you have?" The smile lines on his face rose.

"I've known you since I was a child, but you weren't the King Beyond the Wall at that time," Cole said.

Mance was stunned, "Really? It's a great honor to bother the prince's thoughts."

"Maybe we've met before, when did you betray the night watchman?" Cole asked him.

"Many years ago? I just remember that old Kogel was the commander of the crow at that time." He replied.

"My name is being taken from Kogle, the 996th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch."

Mance seemed to remember something, his eyes opened slightly, "Oh, are you that kid?"

Mance Rayder was also a child picked up by the Night's Watch, so he had a deep memory of the baby Lord Commander Koggle picked up from the Kingdom Road.

Cole just smiled, "They said you betrayed the Night Watchman because of a cloak. I'm curious what kind of cloak would make you break the oath you made without hesitation."

"You do not understand."

"woman?"

He was silent.

Cole chuckled, "So what is the purpose of your going south? Mance Rayder, is it because the land beyond the Great Wall is not wide enough? Or do you also want to go south to fight for the Iron Throne?"

"I'm not interested in iron chairs, boy."

"Watch your words, wildling." Duran cursed at him.

"What is it for?" Cole continued to ask.

"Do you believe in White Walkers?" Mance Rayder asked him.

Cole's expression became serious in an instant. During these days in the south, he really rarely thought about the White Walkers. At the beginning, the source of his great fear of this world was the undead outside the Great Wall.

"Here come the dead men," said Mance.

"have you seen?"

"Of course." The Savage King was very sure.

"Your Highness, the White Walker is just a story to scare children. Why should you listen to this wild man's nonsense." Duran said from the side.

"You know, I grew up on the Great Wall, Duran. There are some things that I know much more than you do." Cole said to him.

Mance thought he would waste his words, but Cole's reaction was beyond his expectations.

"We also caught a ghoul, but in the chaos, I burned him, but if you are willing to look outside the Great Wall, you may be able to meet them."

Who the hell wants to find bad luck for those dead people.

"So your purpose of crossing the Great Wall is to escape those White Walkers?"

"Walls, stakes, and swords are meaningless when the dead are infested. One cannot fight the dead, and no one knows better than I do"

(End of this chapter)