Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 668: White Walkers Appear

Chapter 668: White Walkers Appear
In the north, there is the Great Wall.

The towering ice wall condensed frost again, blocking the biting cold wind outside the Great Wall.

"Quick, pile all the bodies together."

"Be quick and finish it before dark."

After half a year, the black-robed Night's Watch stepped out of the Great Wall for the first time to clean up the devastated battlefield.

The dark green dragon flame had long been extinguished, and the charred marks were buried under the snow.

But the burnt smell lingers for a long time.

The ghost forest shook slightly, and the snow on the treetops fell.

The dense sound of horse hooves gradually approached.

The Winter Wolf Army led by Rodrick slowly stepped out of the forest, with a string of wildlings tied to the back of each veteran's horse's tail with ropes.

The barbarian army was defeated and scattered.

Follow the king's orders and arrest all rebellious savages.

The savages with their hands tied looked like they were in mourning, with their heads hung in fear.

Inside the Great Wall.

boom!boom!
Heavy footsteps were heard, and boots as big as millstones stepped on the snow.

Several giants moved slowly, with baskets hung on their chests and backs, filled with black mucus that emitted hot water.

There is no need to lower your head, the pungent stench of sulfur goes straight to the top of your head.

"Damn you human, you let Nunu carry shit."

The ugly giant stood hunched at the foot of the Great Wall, with resistance written all over his face.

Two "crows" held shovels and put a pile of fresh, sticky feces into the basket on the giant's chest.

"This is dragon shit, big idiot."

Rhaegar looked at him unkindly and warned him, "You tore down the gates of the Wall, and I am here to clean up the mess for you."

Because of these reckless giants, the underground passage was destroyed.

It is too late to dig stones for repairs now, and black dragon stone is the best solution.

"I don't want to move. It stinks."

The giant Nunu frowned deeply, and his already ugly face became even more distorted.

"You should be thankful that gluttons can still poop in the dead of winter."

Rhaegar said calmly, taking a step back.

A giant dragon as black as coal was lying not far away. When it heard the noise, it quietly opened its pale green vertical pupils and stared at the hairy man who was several sizes larger than an ordinary insect.

The giant Nunu froze and obediently prepared the basket.

"Dragon shit is nice and hot."

The Child of the Forest approached cautiously, circling around the dark feces: "I can sense from it that the black dragon stone you forged contains fire magic."

"Can you stop the White Walkers?"

Rhaegar asked seriously.

“The answer needs to be verified.”

The Child of the Forest's green eyes flickered slightly, and he murmured as if reminiscing: "When Brandon the Wall-maker built the Wall, he used magic to give it the power to keep out the White Walkers."

The magic contained in the Black Dragon Stone and the Great Wall are different, but they lead to the same goal.

It's like a cluster of fireworks suddenly ignited among a pile of dim candles.

Both can dispel darkness, but the latter is brighter.

Lei Jia seemed to understand, and frowned slightly.

"We are back, Your Majesty!"

At Rodrick's shout, the Winter Wolf Army poured out of the underground passage in an orderly manner.

Rhaegar glanced sideways when he heard the voice.

"Be quiet and get into the snow pit."

The old earl was of violent temper. He untied the hemp rope at the horse's tail and whipped the horse to drive a dozen savages into a corner.

The Winter Wolves followed suit and treated the wildlings, who had been their enemies for generations, very roughly.

Rhaegar frowned even deeper, turned around and climbed up the capstan ladder.

On the Great Wall, the night watchmen were also busy repairing the parapet.

"Your Majesty." Cregan walked towards him and nodded respectfully.

He was greatly relieved that the savage army was defeated.

"Where's the Commander of the Night's Watch?"

Rhaegar looked around, searching for the black-robed figure with grizzled hair and beard.

"Commander Benji Ko is in the lookout, please follow me."

Cragen led the way.

Soon, the emperor and his ministers saw the thin "old man".

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

Old Benji Kou had a gloomy expression on his face, and the fluff around his collar fluttered in the wind.

"I have something to talk to you about. About the wildlings."

Rhaegar looked at the old man with mixed feelings.

The other party was once the Earl of Raventree Castle, and he was exiled to the Wall by himself to become a Night's Watcher.

I never thought that people with abilities will always have a chance to show their talents.

As time passed, he inherited the position of Commander of the Night's Watch.

"I understand what you mean. Come under the shed."

Old Benjiko tightened his collar and took the king and the Duke to a corner to shelter from the wind.

The bonfire flickered gently and sparks sputtered.

Three people sat together, warming themselves by the fire.

Rhaegar didn't waste any words and spoke his true thoughts: "There are White Walkers outside the Wall. The free folk can't kill them all. The best way is to migrate inside the Wall."

He doesn't want to do something stupid like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.

Hundreds of thousands of wildlings were given to the White Walkers for nothing and became part of the army of the dead.

"Your Majesty, I understand your ambitions, but this is the North."

Old Benjiko used a branch to stir the bonfire and said solemnly, "The wildlings and northerners have been enemies for generations. Even the Night's Watch is full of hatred."

It’s difficult to let the savages into the Great Wall!

It's not only about how to gain the trust of the wildlings, but also about how to deal with the resistance of the northerners.

"Northerners are rule-abiding people, and it's hard to reconcile with the wildlings."

Cregan advised from the side and shook his head helplessly.

He is the Duke of the North and has the most say.

Savages have been the enemies our nannies have been talking about since we were little, and this view is deeply rooted in people’s minds.

"It has to be done even if it's not possible. There is no room for negotiation."

Rhaegar made up his mind and said solemnly: "If the free people don't enter the Wall, the number of White Walkers will increase by hundreds and thousands."

"I can silence the dissenting voices within the Night's Watch."

Old Benjy Ko said silently.

After the wildling army attacked the city, only a few hundred of the original two thousand Night's Watch were left, and more than half of the three thousand new recruits were also killed.

If we gather them together, we can barely have two thousand Night Watchmen.

If the old ones guide the new ones, there won't be any trouble.

After he finished speaking, his sharp old eyes turned to the young Duke of the North.

Cregan hesitated and assured, "I can plan a piece of not-so-fertile land to give to the wildlings and try to appease my vassals."

This is already the limit.

"That's it."

Rhaegar tossed a log into the fire and brushed the snow off his hands.

"I will go and communicate with Earl Roderick first."

Cregan stood up silently, feeling the burden on his shoulders was too heavy to bear.

After he left, there were only two people left by the campfire.

Rhaegar was silent for a while, then took the initiative to speak: "How are you doing at the Wall?"

The passage of time has brought a different experience.

"Fortunately, there's nothing warmer than the Great Wall."

Old Benjy Kou laughed, his face showing a weathered look.

Judging from his facial features, he was a handsome man when he was young.

"Your grandson inherited Raventree Castle and stayed with my eldest son. He is a courageous boy."

Rhaegar seemed tired and started chatting as well.

"I heard that Samwell died bravely. He is worthy of being my son."

Old Benji Ko calmly spoke the news of his only son's death, with a hint of generosity in his eyes.

Rhaegar nodded but didn't respond.

Samwell was a good man, but unfortunately he died at the hands of the ironborn.

"Remember the maesters and prisoners you exiled?"

Old Benjiko changed the subject and joked, "When I first arrived, the Dragon Cave Scholar with a broken hand was still alive, but he froze to death the following winter."

The academy was abolished by the royal academy and its prestige plummeted.

The scholar who had harbored selfish motives towards the dragon did not end up well.

Rhaegar raised his eyelids, not interested in his childhood embarrassment.

The two chatted idly, and the bonfire grew brighter as more wood was added.

The sky began to darken slightly until the Winter Wolf Army captured thousands of wildlings and brought them back to the Great Wall.

Old Benji Kou pulled out a silver wine flask from his bosom and asked abruptly, "Have you seen your grandmother?"

"Hmm?" Rega was startled when he heard that, then shook his head: "No, I have only seen my mother in my dreams." "Your grandmother is a beauty."

Old Benji Ko looked up and recalled, his words full of regret: "Daenerys Targaryen, the sixth daughter of the Centenary King, with skin as white as milk and a personality as gentle as a kitten."

It seems that he is also profound.

Rhaegar frowned and said casually, "It's normal for my great-grandfather to have traveled around the Seven Kingdoms and brought my grandmother to visit Raventree Hall."

Rhaenyra had been there, too.

Samwell and his cousin Will Blackwood were among her suitors.

The former also stabbed to death a Bracken who had spoken rudely.

"No, more than a visit."

Old Benji Kou said seriously: "Your grandmother was old enough to be married at that time, and I was fortunate to be one of the candidates."

Young Princess Daenerys has visited many promising young men from across the Seven Kingdoms.

Unfortunately, many people didn't catch its eye.

During one of these incidents, they were offended by the Lannister family, which angered the centenarian king, who was worried about his daughter's marriage.

Fortunately, Princess Daenerys met the eldest son and heir of Lord Blackwood at Raventree Hall.

That is the old Benji Ko in front of you.

Rhaegar was not of that generation and was not familiar with his experience.

When he was young, old Benji Ko was one of the most handsome men in the Seven Kingdoms. He was not only good at riding, archery and swordsmanship, but also proficient in harp and history.

Princess Daenerys fell in love at first sight, and the two had an ambiguous period in Raventree Hall.

But the belief in the Seven Gods poisons people's hearts.

Princess Daenerys is a loyal follower of the Seven Gods. After learning that the Blackwood family believes in the Old Gods, she fled Raventree Hall in sadness and fear.

Their marriage ended in failure.

Later, the elderly king was so distressed that he simply married his daughter to the old Duke of Ailin, who had resigned from his royal duties and returned to his hometown.

Daenerys married into the Eyrie at eighteen and died of puerperal fever at nineteen.

"My grandmother was an innocent girl, and like many of her sisters, she did not have a happy ending."

Rhaegar lowered his head, his tone was calm and a little cold.

He always believed that his grandmother, great-grandmother, and all the uncles and great-aunts who met with accidents were murdered.

So did Senera Targaryen, who sailed to Volantis.

The continent of Westeros is too cold and does not welcome the hot-blooded Targaryens.

The Faith of the Seven and the Citadel were both objects of suspicion and retaliation.

"If your grandmother had married me, the outcome might have been different."

Old Benji Kou said this, and then added: "She is really a very beautiful woman, but it's a pity that His Majesty the Elderly King has never had patience for his daughter's marriage."

Having many children is one of the great advantages of being a centenarian king.

However, the experiences of his children became the biggest stain on the centenarian king's old age.

"No one is perfect."

Rhaegar spoke softly, not wanting to criticize anyone in the history books.

Without the extra help of the Explorer System and Rhaenyra's care since childhood, he would not have achieved what he has today.

Old Benjiko smiled and raised his small wine jug: "To Princess Danyla."

He took a sip of wine and passed the jug to the king.

Rhaegar glanced at the flagon, but took it and sipped it slowly. "To my great-grandfather, the old king."

Old Benji Kou laughed when he heard this, patted his thigh and stood up.

Before leaving, he said kindly: "I support your decision. Free people are also part of the kingdom."

After saying that, he turned around and returned to the group of night watchmen.

Rhaegar was in a daze, with only the bottom of the wine jug still in his hand.

He began to understand what the other party meant.

Old Benji Ko was a native of the Riverlands, and he also had a different view on the Northerners' prejudice against the free folk.

The difference between the Northerners and the Free Folk.

It’s just that when the Great Wall was built, one side was on this side and the other side was on that side.

……

The next day.

The large army of Winterfell arrives at the Wall.

An army of five thousand Unsullied led the way and marched into the Black Castle in a mighty force.

"Your Majesty, we have brought enough food and livestock."

Grey Worm held his head high, inevitably proud of commanding an army of more than ten thousand people.

"Well done, it's been a long journey."

Rega looked at the truckloads of supplies being transported and praised them generously.

With these supplies, it is enough to support a major war.

"Thanks to Her Majesty the Queen, who also asked me to tell you to take good rest."

Grey Worm quietly lowered his head and whispered.

Rhaegar's heart warmed, and he turned around and said, "The wildling army has been defeated. You select some people and go outside the Wall to explore the situation."

Outside the Great Wall, White Walkers are lurking.

The White Walkers can learn news inside the Wall through the Free Folk, but they know nothing about the White Walkers.

A reliable person must be assigned to do this.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Grey Worm was loyal and agreed without hesitation.

In the afternoon, the sun came out from behind the clouds.

The newly stationed coalition forces set up camp and lit a fire, and the cold Black Castle became lively.

In front of the underground passage.

Grey Worm wields a spear, replacing the steel tip with a dragonglass dagger.

“Is this thing really useful?”

As Rob rode his warhorse, he couldn't help but wonder.

As ordered by the king, half of the arrows in the quiver were replaced with dragon crystal arrowheads.

"I don't know, just follow orders."

Grey Worm answered in a serious tone, swinging his spear to test the feel.

"Don't worry, it's for dealing with White Walkers."

The Child of the Forest hid in the corner and showed no intention of coming closer.

Grey Worm and Robert looked at each other and each called on their chosen players.

"Bolu, go too, and give me a weapon that's handy."

A five-meter-tall little giant strode over, wearing thick silver-gray armor.

"There is nothing for you, half-blood giant."

The Son of the Forest raised his head and looked around in amazement.

The little giant frowned and said unhappily: "Polu is a little giant, not a half-blood giant."

There was a war hammer hanging behind him, which was extremely powerful.

boom!boom!
There were heavy footsteps behind me.

The giant Nunu came over, his eight-meter-tall body covering the little giant, and said in a muffled voice: "You are also a giant. When did you enter the Great Wall?"

“I’m from the South.”

The little giant raised his head and observed the ugly face and rough fur coat of the real giant.

"The armor you wear is very strong."

The giant Nunu had envy in his eyes. He clenched his fist and knocked on the opponent's hard armor. He was very optimistic about this little brother.

The free people were very poor and lacked all kinds of supplies.

The few pieces of iron were still taken from the Crows or purchased when overseas caravans set foot there.

The giants are extremely tall, and both their armor and weapons are made of metal.

Having a hammer full of nails is already a powerful weapon.

"Of course, this is made by the best craftsmen."

The little giant had a simple and honest look on his face. He also knocked on the other person's chest with his fist and praised: "You are also a beauty. You are so tall and strong."

The giant Nunu grinned and his laughter was like thunder.

"What, it's a woman?"

Rob was stunned, looking at the extremely ugly hairy giant.

Grey Worm pretended to be calm, but was unsure: "Maybe."

Two giants, one big and one small, were members of this exploration team.

But the giant looks like that, who can tell his gender?

"Here, my hammer is for you."

The little giant scratched his head and handed over his beloved war hammer.

The giant Nunu took it calmly and returned the favor with the huge bow and arrow behind him.

The Son of the Forest's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands in applause.

"Children of the forest, go aside. You are not allowed to cross the Wall."

The giant Nunu frowned and pushed the squirrel man into the snow.