Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 181 Jon's Life Experience

"King beyond the Wall, I can give you a chance."

Mance Rayder was stunned for a moment when he heard what Cole said. "Chance?"

"Kneel to me and swear allegiance," Cole announced to him.

The king of savages laughed loudly, "How can free people like to kneel like you southerners? If you want to kill me, just do it. Don't want me to kneel for you. Don't ever think about it."

"I hope so." Cole just answered him calmly, "I understand that you guys who call yourself free people are unrestrained, arrogant and ignorant, self-styled, barbaric and stupid."

Hearing Cole's evaluation of them, Mance just snorted coldly.

"Kneel to me and save your life," Cole asked again, resting the sword on his neck.

Mance Rayder just looked at him contemptuously.

"Okay, he's a man." Cole praised, "I thought that the guy who could betray the night watchman for a cloak would be a soft bone, but I didn't expect you to have a lot of backbone." He put down the sword and ordered to the soldiers To, "Untie him."

"In this case, let's talk about a cooperation." His words changed.

Mance moved his hands and feet, and looked at Cole expressionlessly.

"Your savage wife gave birth to a son for you, congratulations." Cole smiled.

Mance could no longer maintain a cold expression, and asked slightly angrily, "What do you want to do?"

"Cooperate, I don't need you to kneel to me, and I can take you to the south."

The King Beyond the Wall frowned. "what do you want?"

"Do you think it's safe to avoid the dead?" He shook his head. "I could have killed you in exchange for the cooperation of the North."

But he has changed his mind now. In addition to supporting the Night's Watch this time, Cole planned to renew the covenant with Stark on the grounds of the White Walkers.

But who knew that just after he arrived, Ed Stark died.

"I know that the White Walkers can bring the dead back to life. Even if a king beyond the wall dies, other kings will appear. Under the fear brought by the dead, your offensive going south will only become more and more crazy." Cole Said, "Keeping you off the Great Wall will only increase the number of dead people, which is not what I want."

The ebb and flow will only make the power of the other ghosts stronger and stronger.

"That's all?" asked Mance Rayder.

"If you think the south is a good place, then you are wrong, Mance Rayder. Do you think the news of the wildling invasion will not be received by other princes in the south except me? They just have no time to care about it. "Actually, he shouldn't have gone north, the storm land is now in a critical period.

"So I need you to fight for me." He said solemnly.

"The free folk fight only for those they believe in," Mance replied.

Cole shrugged, "I'm just cooperating with you alone, now you are my prisoner, life and death are in my control, this is also a chance I give you, I believe you are a smart person, now you don't have to pay any price The opportunity to pass the Great Wall is right in front of you, and it is up to you to choose.

I don't know if the free folk in the land beyond the Great Wall will value their families. I heard that your wives are all snatched. I hope you can think about your wives and children. If you choose to die, I will put They put them back in the north, but what happens next is up to you. "

He stood up and walked towards Castle Black.

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"I am Prince Aemon the Dragonknight!" Jon yelled.

"I'm Florian the Fool!" or "I'm the Young Dragon Lord!" Robb called back to him.

He was the first to boast one morning, "I am the Lord of Winterfell!" He had called that a hundred times in the past.Only this time, just this time, Robb replied, "You can't be the Lord of Winterfell, you're bastard, and my lord mother says you'll never have Winterfell."

It was a memory of him and Robb, and one of Jon's tears fell on the parchment.

I turned out I wasn't even Stark's bastard son.

He finally understood why "father" hadn't told him the truth.

"How do you feel?" Jon heard the maester's faint voice. "Don't be so sad, my boy."

Jon wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes, though he knew Maester Aemon couldn't see.

"Bachelor, is this true?" He asked hoarsely.

"You have to learn to live with it, Jon. You can't come back from the dead." The maester obviously didn't understand what he was asking.

"My mother is Lyanna Stark?" This is an unfamiliar name. He had seen the statue of this "aunt" in the crypt. She lived with Duke Rickard and Brandon Stark one room.

Traditionally, only the King of the North and the Duke of Winterfell have been honored with carved portraits.

He added mechanically, "My father is Rhaegar Targaryen." This made him feel very sad.

Maester Aemon was silent for a long time before he spoke, "We have the same blood, child. Since we took the oath to join the Night Watchman, we have given up our past identities and can no longer intervene in the disputes of the Seven Kingdoms."

"He's been protecting me," Jon whimpered.

The bachelor touched his forehead, "Duke Eddard is a man of honor, he fought to defend the kingdom, this is the most honorable way for a warrior to die, my child. People will praise him like Aemon the Dragon Knight, you Should be proud of him.”

dong dong dong~
There was a knock on the door.

"Grandpa Aemon!"

He pushed the door and entered, the armor on his body rubbing against each other.

Cole was holding a candle in his hand, and the dim light allowed him to see clearly the situation in the room. There was a young man in black lying on the hospital bed, with a tear-stained face, black curly hair, and an untrimmed beard that covered the corners of his lips.

"Little Cole." Aemon called softly.

He turned his gaze to the thin, old figure, Aemon Targaryen.

Maester Aemon was much thinner than he remembered, with a shrunken body and an old bachelor's robe.

Cole walked to his side, and shouted again with a trembling tone, "Grandpa Aemon, I'm back!"

The maester stretched out his trembling hand, only touching his breastplate. Cole lowered his head, and the maester's thin hand touched his face, "There must be a lot of things happening, little Cole."

"I have been to many places, and the south is much more comfortable than the north, Grandpa Bachelor." He said casually.

Maester Aemon shook his head, "Your face tells me that you are actually tired, my child."

"Jon," Cole turned around hastily, "I am deeply sorry about Duke Stark."

Cole found that Jon was looking at him blankly.

"Is your injury okay?" Cole asked with concern.

(End of this chapter)