Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

At his first sight of the Night's Watch messenger arriving from the Wall, Morse Umber concluded that he was a hateful deserter who deserved to be pecked to death by crows.

The black woolen sweater is already in tatters, and the pitiful armor rings are still full of traces of swords. The black and thick woven wool cloak looks like it has been coupled with ghosts in the ghost forest, or maybe it is a lynx, who knows Well, the teeth are in good shape anyway.

"Traitor," Morse Umber looked at the Night Watchman coldly. The man from the Great Wall had faded hair on his temples and almost no hair on his forehead. The growth rings of time had carved traces on his face. "Tell me, you If you have any last words, I will cut off your head with my own hands in the castle square and let everyone in the Last Hearth witness the price of betrayal! Tell me, why did the savage King Mance Rayder scare you to death!"

The night watchman raised his head timidly. The adult speaking in front of him was two heads taller than himself. A white and thick cloak hung behind him, a snow bear skin! He couldn't help but swallow his throat. This kind of beast was a terrifying enough existence even north of the Great Wall of Despair.

But a dirty white leather blindfold immediately calmed the night watchman's heart.

One eye, snow bear cloak, Amber's family crest.

Morse "Crowfood" Umber, the Night's Watch thought, was an Umber warrior equally famous north and south of the Wall.

"Lord Morse," the Night Watchman lowered his head and gave an awkward salute. He came from the south and knew some common language, but he knew nothing about the daily habits of the people in the North. He could only learn from the behavior of his brothers in the Night Watch. I could barely understand the accent of the northerners now, but the Amber family obviously had a different accent in the north, which seemed more primitive. "I'm here to ask for help. Castle Black is in danger." ”

"Castle Black's cry for help?"

"A request for help from, ahem, Lord Jon Snow, the acting Lord of Castle Black."

Morse Amber was silent for a long time, staring into the Night Watchman's eyes.

It wasn't until the Night's Watchman felt as if his whole body was being caressed, wrapped, or even strangled by countless small hands of White Walkers that Morse Umber spoke out to save him.

"Snow, Duke Eddard's illegitimate son," Morse hesitated for so long because he was remembering, "I remember he was not very old."

"Lord Snow is not that big. Lord Donal Noy pledged his life to him and handed over the defense of Castle Black to him."

Morse frowned, "Donal Noe? Is he dead? The one-armed warrior?"

The night watchman nodded, his fear of being recognized as a deserter and beheaded dissipated. "Mance Rayder and his wildling army attacked Castle Black, and Lord Donal Noy died in the tunnels of Castle Black."

"Great warrior, the old gods bless him." Morse knelt down and helped the night watchman up.

"There is a place for you by my fireplace, Brother Blackshirt," Morse met the grateful gaze of the night watchman. "Tell me what your Lord Snow wants from me. Go and tell me in the castle."

When they arrived at the Last Hearth City from the northern mountains near the newly granted land, the team was already exhausted, but the night watchman noticed that "Crow Food", who had been walking at the forefront of the team, still looked energetic.

Many civilians pushed carts and blocked the wooden fence in Last Hearth City. The number of Amber family guards was visibly reduced by half than before, and they were trying hard to maintain order.

"This year's harvest is too small!" These words kept popping up in the ranks of civilian husbands.

There is also something about the savages, "I will no longer go to the Changhu Lake to harvest wheat. More and more savages are crossing the Great Wall. I really don't know what the brothers in the black shirts are doing."

Hearing this, the Night Watchman shrank his neck, but Morse Umber seemed to turn a blind eye.

When the savages invaded the south, he still remembered that all Crow Food's sons were sacrificed, but the Night Watchmen were too slack at that time. They waited until they realized that the savages had crossed the Great Wall before organizing troops to support them, and the battle was already over.

During the Battle of Long Lake, he remembered that the Amber family was the vanguard under Duke Stark at that time, and suffered the most casualties.

By the time the night watchman enjoyed the meal, twilight had already fallen. Finally, a few candles were lit in the main hall of Hearth City. The candles flickered. Morse chewed a mouthful of fish head brought from Seal Bay and said "Gah" in his mouth. Crisp sound.

"Tell me your name, kid."

"Danna, just call me Danner. I am a steward of Castle Black."

"Lord Snow's plan." Morse Umber was always straightforward.

Danner put down the dry bacon and wiped his mouth, "Lord Carter Pike of Eastwatch, prepare to lead a team to support Castle Black and attack from the side, but the exposure may be very high."

“Without organizational support, exposure is obvious.”

Danner did not shut up, but continued: "Lord Snow has guessed this result, and Carter Pike is willing to cooperate with the team that acts as a feint attack."

"How could an ironborn give up a warm castle?" Morse Amber mocked, showing his yellow teeth.

These words made Danner nervous, and he pursed his lips, feeling a little at a loss.

Morse Amber's eyes flashed with appreciation, "Feinting, it seems that Lord Snow is not like other bastards, at least he is not a self-destructive loser."

"He's not!" Dana suddenly shouted.

Mors narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "So, Lord Snow plans to use the Night's Watch brothers in Eastwatch to attract the attention of Mance Rayder, the traitor, and then invites me to be the main force to take off Mance Rayder's head." ?”

"No, you may have misunderstood." Officer Dana obviously felt that this was a death mission and quickly waved his hand to deny it.

"The honor bestowed by the old gods cannot be rejected. Only I can take Mance Rayder's head!"

Mors said in a serious tone in Danner's surprised eyes.

"Brother." An inappropriate voice came from the side door of the main hall.

Danner couldn't help but turn his head to look over. Since he called "Crowfood" his brother, the man in front of him

"Hother," said Mors Umber, "I will lead the troops out of the city and go to the Wall to chop off Mance Rayder's head."

Hother shook his head, "Roose Bolton sent a letter asking us to go to the Dreadfort to swear allegiance to him."

Mors smiled disdainfully, "The Young Wolf and the Great Jon are still in the south. It is impossible for Bolton to ask me to kneel."

Danner kept his mouth shut. He knew that these contents were not something he, the Night's Watch officer, should be involved in.

"Let's do this. It seems that the North is basically stable. If you want to fight the wildlings, go ahead and leave me a hundred spearmen. If he wants to kneel, I will kneel to show him." Hother said.

Danner wanted to tell them that the wildlings were not just harassing in small groups, but there were a full 100,000 of them!

"I will take all the riders and archers away, and then I can become the Kingslayer of the North and chop off the head of the King Beyond the Wall! In a more honorable way!"

"Sir," Danner still chose to remind them, "There are probably a lot of wildlings"

"The Wall is so long that even if there are more of them, they can't gather in one place. Besides, as long as Mance Rayder is killed, no matter how many wildlings there are, they will just be crunchy fish heads in your mouth!" Morse suddenly laughed loudly, and the snow bear cloak behind him trembled, as if even if the beast died and saw the gods, it would still be very afraid of the master under its armor.

"Maybe 100,000"

"100,000? 200,000? 500,000? Only the White Walkers know how many uncivilized wildlings there are in the Haunted Forest!" Morse Umber was not afraid, he held his sword tightly, "Hother! I just need you to gather 500 people for me! Regardless of age, there is not a single coward among the northerners raised by the Last River!"

Hother's eyes rolled, and he touched the chain hanging on his neck with wooden ornaments, just like a maester's chain, "I'm afraid they are all old people, children and women have to stay to harvest, otherwise they will have to go to Winterfell to ask for food."

"Let the damn old skinner do it! The Dreadfort won't suffer much loss, let them go!" Morse couldn't sit still at all, he stood up and left the main hall.

Danna stood up carefully, bowed to Hother Umber, and left behind Morse Umber.

"Then I have to go there in person." Hother muttered to himself.

Morse Umber, the "Crowfood", was driven by his inextricable hatred for the wildlings outside the Wall since the Battle of the Long Lake. Nearly 500 veterans were led out of the Last Hearth Hall by him (this was also seen as a wise choice to preserve the strength of the Umber family), but Hother Umber, who was sent to the Dreadfort to kneel and pledge allegiance to Roose Bolton, was not so lucky. The Dreadfort intercepted all the ravens heading to the Last Hearth City, so that the Umber family had no idea of ​​the situation south of the Dreadfort.

At this time, the situation in the kingdom south of the Neck was gradually returning to stability based on the alliance of the three families of Eagle, Flower and Lion (most scholars believed so before the importance of the Ironborn was not mentioned by many people), but the vast North was in a huge crisis.

——"The Millennium Grudge between the Direwolf and the Skinner"