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

Chapter 675: Integrating the North and the Free Folk
"Who said that?"

As soon as the words fell, a cold voice took over.

The savages were stunned when they heard this, as it was a strange voice they had never heard before.

"Where's the damn skinchanger?"

The red-nosed savage opened his eyes wide, looking for the skinchanger in the team.

As a scout, how can I let the enemy get close to me?

Turning around, the male shapeshifter with dry hair and thin body had a dull expression and his eyes remained rolled back.

"Wow!"

The gray eagle circled in the sky, crying in fear.

From the blind spot on one side of the mountain top, two figures, one tall and one short, slowly walked out.

Rhaegar held the black fire in his hand and walked forward calmly: "Teams with skinchangers are rare even among the free folk."

I glanced and saw Rob with chapped lips.

"His Majesty."

Rob was so excited that he tried to move forward but was pulled back.

Rhaegar nodded at him and asked, "Where are the giants?"

"The giants are also wild men, and they are being held in the free folk camp."

Rob answered quickly, shaking his shoulders vigorously.

The king came and dared to tie him up.

"How did you evade the skinchanger?"

The red-nosed savage whipped out his axe and blocked the skinchanger who had lost his ability to move.

"Hiding?" Rega blinked and said casually, "It seems not."

The Son of the Forest rushed out quickly, his green eyes wide open, locking onto the gray eagle in the sky.

"Wow!"

The gray eagle let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground, staggering.

The son of the forest was quick to move and let the gray eagle land on the slender arm.

Seeing this, the savages were suddenly shocked.

"Child of the forest!"

The red-nosed savage took a step back and asked in surprise: "Who are you?"

The Children of the Forest disappeared thousands of years ago, and even the indigenous people of Neck Marsh rarely see one.

Why is he following a young boy?
Rhaegar walked closer, inserted the black fire gently into the ground, and asked calmly: "Didn't you hear your captive call me just now?"

The Valyrian steel sword was jet black, reflecting ripples on the white snow.

Red Nose took a short breath and asked nervously, "Are you the king of the Great Wall?"

"Let me go, idiot!"

Robb kicked the two wildlings who bound him away with his legs, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Remember, you are standing before you the man of the House Targaryen, Rhaegar I, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, Lord of both sides of the Firth of Sea, Lord of Slaver's Bay and Old Valyria!"

A series of prefixes and titles came out of his mouth, and after being picky, there were still many left unsaid.

The savages were all stunned and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Rhaegar poked Blackfire and smiled slightly: "Who are you?"

"Uh……"

The red-nosed savage opened his mouth to speak, then glanced at the tall savage who led the team and stammered, "He is Baron."

The tall savage puffed out his chest and glanced at the second-in-command inconspicuously.

The red-nosed wild man immediately understood and added: "Baron, the King-Beyond-the-Wall."

"The king of the savages."

Rob scoffed and untied his companion.

"I am the King-Beyond-the-Wall, the leader chosen by the free folk."

Baron looked calm as he stared at the silver-haired young man in a fluttering black robe.

He is very tall, at least seven feet tall, with tight muscles all over his body, full of surging power.

In other words, it is almost two meters high.

Rhaegar tilted his head, looked him up and down, and said with a smile: "King-beyond-the-Wall, where is your crown?"

Baron stroked his head with the bearskin hat on and said with his neck stiff, "Free people never need crowns. They are shackles that oppress their compatriots."

“Without a crown, how can one distinguish a king from a commoner?”

Rega suppressed his smile, pulled out the black fire that had sunk three inches into the ground, and said word by word: "Wearing a crown is not to be superior to others, but to stand higher than everyone else when the sky falls."

Just like when the White Walkers appeared, the king led the way.

Unless he withdrew from the northern border, none of his vassals dared to retreat even a single step.

"Stop talking nonsense. What on earth do you want to do?"

Baron gripped the huge axe tightly, preferring to solve the problem with force.

"Take me to the remaining free folk, and follow me to the Wall."

Rhaegar went straight to the point, approaching the other party step by step.

"Who would believe your lies?"

Baron shouted and swung his axe to chop.

Bang!

A black light flashed by, and the wide axe spun and flew away.

Baron stood there in a daze, staring at the broken axe handle in his hand in disbelief.

The jet-black sword was placed on the neck, and the cold touch pierced the soul.

Rhaegar didn't even blink. He whispered, "Hold on and lead the way, great King-Beyond-the-Wall."

Baron: ...

I'm convinced, I'm totally convinced.

Rob was proud and grabbed the rope to tie up the wildlings.

"No need, we are all family."

Rhaegar waved his hand, not wanting to make any more trouble.

The savages have a common enemy with them, so there is no need for them to fight to the death.

Robert nodded in agreement, grabbed the red-nosed savage by the collar, raised his fist and aimed it at his eyes.

"Pooh!"

Rob threw the other person away and said through gritted teeth: "No matter how many punches you hit me, I will return them to you this time."

The red-nosed savage dared not say a word.

Rhaegar looked around and picked up the scattered dragonglass artifacts on the ground.

The Child of the Forest was lying on the ground, holding the damaged Horn of Winter in his hands.

"What is this stuff?"

Rega had never seen it before, but he could vaguely feel the magical fluctuations.

It's not the blood and fire flowing in your blood, nor is it the cold and darkness emanating from the White Walkers.

It is three-quarters similar to the Water Wizard of Loyna, but more like the rich natural aura of the Children of the Forest.

It's like walking in a grove in spring, with the fragrance of the soil and the morning mist going straight into your nostrils.

"A damaged holy object." The Son of the Forest's voice trembled, his green eyes full of regret.

Thousands of years ago, after the Children of the Forest and the Ancients signed a truce agreement, many traditions were cut off.

The Horn of Winter was once a treasure held by the Children of the Forest and the Giants, but it was lost for no apparent reason during the migration of the tribes.

Unexpectedly, I would find it back at the Pioneers’ Fist Peak.

"what is it used for?"

Rhaegar half-crouched down and compared himself with the Dragon Horn he was holding.

The Dragonhorn is made entirely of Valyrian steel and is over two meters long, making it a giant among horns.

Moreover, only dragon descendants with strong blood can blow it, otherwise others will be burned to death.

"It can summon giants sleeping underground. It is nature's most powerful weapon."

The Child of the Forest gently stroked the horn, rubbing his brown-green cheek against it.

Unfortunately, it's damaged.

Let alone unleashing infinite power, even blowing it would be a luxury.

"More powerful than the Dragon's Horn?"

Rhaegar refused to believe it and took the Horn of Winter from the other party.

He bent down and grabbed a handful of snow, wiped the mouthpiece with disgust, and then put it to his lips.

woo-

The pale horn trembled slightly, and a melodious sound flowed out, rolling up the falling snow and turning it into an arc.

……

King's Landing, Red Keep.

Parliament Hall.

Damon sat in the main seat, his legs crossed lazily, announcing the news on the letter in his hand.

Ministers such as Lin Man and Orvel looked unhappy, but dared not say anything about their disrespectful behavior.

"The King has come beyond the Wall, and the Northmen are looking for more help."

Damon frowned, his displeasure evident in his expression.

It was not only recklessness towards his nephew, but also contempt for the people of the North.

If the people of the valley were seen by him as bumpkins, bitches in bronze armor.

Those northerners are lowly bastards at heart, only fit to hide in the barren land behind the Neck.

They are no different from the nobles of the Crab Claw Peninsula and can all be called "savages".

There is no need to distinguish even the north and south of the ice wall.

"The king is away, but there are still two princes, Aegon and Aemond, at the Wall."

Lin Man was trembling, analyzing the situation with his slow brain.

"Both uncles are here, but their dragons can't cross the Great Wall."

Belron sat at the lower left of the main seat and took good care of the old man.

"Oh, that's really bad news."

Lin Man frowned deeply and fell into deep thought.

"Grandmaster, why does the dragon refuse to cross the Great Wall?"

Damon's eyes flickered as he stared at Orvel, who was watching his nose and his heart.

Orvel hesitated for a few seconds and said hesitantly: "According to historical records, your grandmother Queen Alysanne's mount Silver Wing also refused to fly over the Great Wall many times. This seems to be related to the habits of dragons."

In contrast, Wormisol flew over the Great Wall.

Perhaps adult dragons are stronger and more resistant to the cold winter.

"I don't want to hear useless nonsense."

Daemon turned his head and decided with disdain: "My nephew walked out of the Wall and united those wildlings. Now the Wall needs royal reinforcements."

"Do you want me to go?"

Baeron volunteered to fight and his little hand reached for the dragon taming whip at his waist.

"No!" Daemon refused directly, straightening his back: "I will go there myself and meet the so-called White Walkers."

Knowing the prophecies in A Song of Ice and Fire, he is full of fear and vigilance against the White Walkers.

My nephew is very strong, but his helpers are too weak.

"Your Highness, you are now the regent."

The intelligence chief, Tormund, spoke softly and kindly reminded, "From what I know, Oldtown Hightower and the merchants of Quarth have officially gone to war. The peace of the kingdom still needs a reliable person."

"As for Helena, ask her to go to her mother's home and ride a dragon around."

Damon has clear ideas and never procrastinates on small matters.

Tormund hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Princess Helena also received the news from the ravens, and she rushed to the Wall this morning."

He was a man of action who did what he wanted and listened to no one except the king.

"Hehe, they want to take away the royal family's dragon riders?"

Daemon laughed in silence, but his mind was on the White Walkers outside the Wall.

He had to go, and no one could stop him.

Looking at the half-grown child beside him, Daemon said thoughtfully: "I will go to the North, and you have to manage King's Landing."

"Me?" Baeron pointed at himself.

"Yes, can you do that?"

Damon looked at it again and again and thought that this method was feasible.

It was November and King's Landing was covered in snow.

Not to mention the valley, the Mingyue Mountains were completely blocked by snow, blocking all paths outside the Blood Gate.

Otherwise, we can invite Lady Jenny from the Eyrie to come and take charge of King's Landing.

Baeron was a little unconfident and didn't answer for a while.

boom--

In the back garden of the Red Fort, a dull noise suddenly came.

A huge moss-colored dragon raised its head, and its mountain-like body emerged from the snow.

at the same time,

A ferocious beast covered entirely in bronze and an old dragon with dark green scales emerged from the snow one after another, shaking their bodies to reveal their true appearance.

Vermithor and Vhagar.

The scene changes and returns to the conference hall.

Baerlon took a deep breath, and a sense of confidence rose in his heart. He said solemnly: "No problem, leave Junlin to me."

His small team is still there, more than enough to manage a city.

"Very good." Damon raised the corner of his mouth and praised: "You have some courage like your father."

Looking at the continent of Westeros, there is no major chaos for the time being.

It’s just a corner of Old Town, and no matter how hard we fight, we can’t get out of Whispering Bay.

He had to leave King's Landing and not be tied down.

The troops from the west have not yet crossed the Bitter Bridge, so it is necessary to urge them on.

Only by leading the army north to the Great Wall can we play the greatest role.

(End of this chapter)