Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

"Are you really going to Winterfell?"

Maester Hammon in Eastwatch looked at Tyrion.

The first batch of rotation lists distributed from Castle Black to each castle has been released. Tyrion saved half of Eastwatch's "fleet" during the first battle, and later served as commander in many battles to defend the southern barbican. After Janos Slynt was hanged and burned for being a deserter, he became the first person in charge of the Night Watch of the Barbican in the southern part of Eastwatch-by-the-Sea. He was fully responsible for connecting with the Braavos mercenaries who assisted in the defense, and coordinating the management of the Barbican. Savages and sailors who could no longer return home were trained to help defend the city. This allowed the defenders of Eastwatch to maintain sufficient manpower during the long night and manage the Wengcheng in an orderly manner.

Therefore, no one should be surprised that Tyrion is included in the first list of the Night's Watch.

"Why not?" Tyrion was covered in layers of woolen clothes and was round like a big black ball. The ball looked weird and funny standing on the wall of the Urn City, but after two and a half years, Eastwatch, both the Night's Watch and the people of Braavos, recognized him as the person in charge. "I have served as the captain of the South Urn City guard of the East China Sea Watch for two and a half years. My performance should be regarded as conscientious and responsible. I am on the list. Why don't I go? It's not that I won't come back. Do you think that half a person appears here? Did Eastwatch’s first rotation list disgrace the Castle?”

"Of course not," Maester Hammon shook his head, "Although you have put on black clothes, you and Stark..."

"This is King Targaryen's arrangement." Tyrion said nonchalantly with a playful smile, "Your Majesty also killed my old damn father and wiped out the Lannister family in the West. Maester, the Lannister family is gone. , I am the night watchman now.”

Tyrion didn't care on his face, but he didn't think so in his heart. After two years of fighting against the White Walkers, he has actually given up his obsession with the Lannister family and Casterly Rock. However, even though he is wearing this black suit, many people still have a hatred for Tyrion in their hearts. Lannister" tag.

This identity label is deeply ingrained.

In every meeting at Castle Black, Carter Pike would rather bring an illiterate commander and a few nodding stewards than Tyrion, who has rich political experience and can read and interpret policies. This is a reflection of this. They had to wait for the steward to bring back the situation at Castle Black and discuss it with Tyrion, and they did not want him to meet King Targaryen, Stannis, or Arya Stark at Castle Black. .

Tyrion was very tired of this "prejudice". Although he was always careless and seemed completely unaware, there was still resentment in his heart.

Even King Targaryen can treat Tyrion equally on the surface. Why can't the so-called "brothers in black" fail to do so, but instead act "discriminately" against him with "good intentions"?

Originally, Eastwatch was busy with his duties. If Tyrion could be regarded as a normal person by the people around him, he could refuse this arrangement for the sake of his responsibilities.

But he had to go now, and Tyrion had to go to Winterfell to take the opportunity to have a good rest, eat, drink, and sleep, and then return to Eastwatch with all his hair and tail intact and full of energy. Not only that, when he came back, he would also vividly tell the commanders and stewards about the hot springs and taverns in Winterfell, letting them know that he was there to enjoy themselves.

Compared to the Night's Watchmen from Westeros, Tyrion prefers to deal with the Easterners from Braavos. It is said that most of these mercenaries were originally recruited by Braavos, and the agreement was only signed for three years. It was not until the Long Night War that these mercenaries knew why the Braavos people were so generous, and they paid half of the deposit directly.

When the war subsided, the commanders of the mercenary groups would often find Tyrion for a drink, and then curse and abuse the Braavos dignitaries who had recruited them.

In the early days, many mercenaries were depressed for a long time after realizing that they might have to die in the long night on the Great Wall with the contract and gold of Braavos, and even thought about seizing the ship to escape. . Fortunately, with the success of several battles to defend the Great Wall, and King Targaryen's equal attitude, and the conditions for taking over subsequent treaties, Tyrion had the opportunity to use his words to conquer these contradictory and frustrated emotions. The heart of a Braavos mercenary.

The main reason why Carter Pike, the commander of Eastwatch, values ​​Tyrion is because Tyrion is actually the communication bridge between the Braavos mercenaries and the Night's Watch.

This time there are also mercenary commanders and brave warriors from Braavos on the list. Although it is said that with the king's order, he is not afraid of danger, Tyrion feels more psychologically stable if he stays with them.

There were five hundred people in the rotation team starting from Eastwatch by the Sea. They rushed along the southern foot of the Great Wall to Castle Black, where they gathered with the rotation team of defenders from other castles, and then set off from Castle Black to Winterfell.

It's terribly cold in the northern wilderness under the long night, and the hot breath will quickly condense into hoarfrost.

Tyrion has no doubt that once the team is left alone, the descendants without the warmth of the torch will freeze to death in the cold wilderness. Fortunately, the castles along the Great Wall have made adequate preparations for mobile teams that often need support during the Great Wall Defense War. At the southern foot of the Great Wall, there will be a temporary camp basically at regular intervals to avoid the wind and cold, and to light a fire to keep warm.

Tyrion had to admit that many of King Viserys's measures were very groundbreaking, which greatly reduced the non-combat attrition of the Great Wall under extremely cold conditions, and also ensured the high morale of the Great Wall defenders.

Of course, this was based on the sufficient preparation of materials, but it was precisely because of the over-sufficient preparation, as if many things were prepared, that even Tyrion, who had never been interested in prophecies, could not help but believe the rumors of the defenders: His Majesty Viserys was the Chosen One of the Seven Gods, and he had foresight and had prepared everything long ago.

These rumors reached their peak after the monk North from the Great Sept of Baelor in King's Landing arrived at the Wall.

Many people believe that King Viserys is a "warrior in the world", and even the Braavos mercenaries now pray to the warriors before fighting.

Tyrion's knowledge reserves always made him doubt these, but many mysterious preparations and facts made Tyrion unable to find other explanations. In fact, even Tyrion himself began to involuntarily substitute the three-headed dragon of King Targaryen when he prayed to the warriors on the battlefield.

The gods have not punished Tyrion for his blasphemy. Sometimes Tyrion thinks that maybe the Church of the Seven Gods is flattering itself. Tyrion has served as acting Prime Minister in King's Landing, met two generations of Archbishops in the Great Sept of Baelor, and witnessed many disputes and dirty things under the statues of the Seven Gods in the Sept.

The Seven Gods are always silent, and the Archbishops and the Bishops he has met are all mortals who are fat and use their faith to make money. Tyrion thinks that if the gods punish those who blaspheme, those bishops should be punished before him. Tyrion always measures some facts with people's hearts and interests, so he privately guesses that King Targaryen specially arranged for monks to spread the monks' words that the king is represented by warriors in the army after the monks arrived at the Wall in order to stabilize the morale of the army.

The war has been going on for two and a half years, and it is foreseeable that it will last longer. According to some ancient books and oral stories, the long night will last for one or two generations.

Tyrion believes that Targaryen's various measures, including ensuring sufficient food and drink, arranging spiritual comfort for faith, giving enough glory to the victims after their death, and the rotation of rest for meritorious people, are all preparations for a long and protracted war.

Tyrion has already had a psychological expectation in his heart that the war will last for a very long time, maybe so long that he will have white hair and become old, or die from the tide of corpses one day.

Death and aging are the only two futures for the defenders of the Great Wall, so Tyrion cannot understand and hate those "brothers" and "comrades-in-arms" who will obviously grow old with him on the Great Wall, and still have a "Lannister" prejudice against him under such a prospect.

The same is true for Stark. Tyrion secretly thought that if Stark's Sansa and Arya still had hostility and resentment towards him, then Tyrion could only express his blessing and respect for their intelligence level.

Actually, Tyrion had another purpose for going to Winterfell this time.

He wanted to inquire about the current situation of Braavos and King's Landing in Winterfell, where the news should be relatively smoother than the Great Wall. Since the Great Wall froze at sea, communication with Braavos has been cut off. Eastwatch-by-the-Sea is not Castle Black, and even the information about King's Landing inland is very scarce, let alone the continent of Essos across the sea?

It was not until Tyrion saw the "Theory of Gains and Losses" issued by the king that he knew what happened in King's Landing and some fragmentary news about the inland.

After the Great Wall entered the long night, even the ravens stopped sending messages. It was not until half a year ago that the king arranged a magic device for Carter, the commander-in-chief of the castle, that the news from Eastwatch-by-the-Sea was relatively no longer so closed.

But that magic device can only be used by the commander-in-chief, and it is only allowed to be used when important meetings are held. The magic device is used to communicate war intelligence between castles, and some insignificant information will not be spread among the defenders of the Great Wall.

Braavos has Tysa, who has gone crazy, and his suspected daughter Lanna, who Tyrion has finally found. He wants to confirm their safety and confirm that there is no accident in Braavos during the long night.

Many Braavos people also have similar thoughts. After learning that Tyrion is going to Winterfell, many mercenaries and sailors who can't go have found Tyrion and some other Braavos people who are on rest for meritorious service, and ask them to help inquire about the current situation in Braavos.

Although it is highly likely that no news can be found in Winterfell under the cover of the long night, people always have to have a thought.

We can't blame Viserys for blocking a lot of external intelligence he knows from the defenders of the Great Wall, because a lot of intelligence spread out is very damaging to morale.

The information that Lorras had lost the city and the Ibbenese had surrendered in large numbers would have dealt a heavy blow to the Braavos mercenaries, two-thirds of whom were Lorrasians, and a small number of Ibbenese.

If some bad news spread among the garrison, it would make the soldiers doubt the meaning and purpose of the battle, fall into self-doubt and lose their will to fight. Many mercenaries and civilians, especially the Essos people who had to stay on the Wall and turned from sailors to formal combatants, including the soldiers of Westeros, did not have "honor" and "the overall situation" in their minds. They were just mortals who wanted to survive, and they just wanted to survive until the end of the long night, the victory of the war, and then reunite with their families.

Didn't they have terrible guesses about the current situation of their hometown? But as long as it was not confirmed, there was still hope.

In the current army of the Wall, sometimes a bad news would cause a greater blow to morale than a hundred attacks by the White Walkers.

The defenders of the Great Wall are mostly ordinary mortals who have not received any education. Religion and their inner thoughts are their only spiritual sustenance. Viserys dare not practice military democracy in the medieval army. Although it sounds cruel, it is a luxury for many mortals in the army to live and die in the long night. At least Viserys can guarantee that they will not starve to death or freeze to death. After their death, there will be officials to fill in their names and record their heroic deeds through other people's descriptions.

The team was arranged to the restaurant when they arrived at the Black Castle. After a special farewell banquet, the team set off.

What Tyrion regretted was that King Viserys was in the direction of the Shadow Tower at this moment, and together with Jon Snow, he took advantage of the rare period of relaxation to repair the cracks in the wall that had been broken before.

Now it is no secret that Jon Snow can do magic on the Great Wall, and because of the fish beam wood magic that he blows the horn, some northerners think he is the chosen one of the old gods.

Tyrion was also shocked by the hidden talents of the Wall. On a wall of a hundred leagues, there are Stannis, the Chosen of R'hllor, Jon Snow, the Chosen of the Old Gods, and King Viserys, the warrior agent of the Seven Gods.

Now that magic is popular, the communications of the Wall have been replaced with magic equipment brought by His Majesty the King, and the main commanders are wearing magic armor. Tyrion thinks he will not be surprised to hear that the true God has come to the world one day.

Tyrion followed in the middle of the team and was fine in Castle Black, but not long after leaving Castle Black, the team of the Nightfort took the initiative to approach: "Little Devil, I didn't expect it was you. Has the manpower of Eastwatch been so depleted that the dwarfs have to go into battle to make merit?"

The speaker was Sir Song of the Nightfort. As a representative of the Nightfort on the first list of people on leave, this knight undoubtedly made great contributions in the battle.

The other party was Stannis's man, and he was obviously bored and looking for trouble on the road. Tyrion shrugged on his horse and raised the torch with another hand: "It turned out to be Brother Songer from the Nightfort. I can't tell why I was on the list. Maybe His Majesty saw that I was good at using wildfire. You know, I am quite good at using wildfire on the battlefield."

Ser Songer curled his lips, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes: "Really?"

The torch in Tyrion's hand lit up, and the blazing flames burned Tyrion's fur coat. The woolen coat on his coat was instantly burned, and sparks flew everywhere.

Songer laughed: "I see you can't even hold the torch steadily?"

The other party's revelation made Tyrion realize that the other party undoubtedly had the rumored fire witchcraft. It was said among the Night's Watch that the Night's Watch under Stannis could control fire and make his swords burn out of thin air on the battlefield. They claimed that it was the power of the Red God and vigorously developed believers, but their fire magic was not as good as King Viserys's witchcraft armor and magic equipment, and it did not have much effect.

Their current situation is a bit like the Myr monk Thoros in King's Landing. It is difficult to find a new way in the faith of the king, the old gods and the seven gods who also showed power.

However, for Tyrion, who has neither the power of the king's witchcraft and magic nor the power of the old gods, Songge is obviously not someone to be trifled with. He felt a little empty in his heart, but Tyrion still refused to be taken advantage of: "I like your fire tricks. To be honest, sir, I thought you would have a shadow on the fire, but it seems that I was overthinking."

"If I were you, I would not mention that matter again." Songge stared coldly.

"Sorry, sir, what do you mean?" Tyrion asked in confusion, "I forget a lot, can you remind me?"

After saying that, Tyrion regretted it. At this time, there is no need to open up other people's scars for the sake of a momentary verbal advantage and increase the number of enemies. They are undoubtedly talking about the Battle of the Blackwater River, where Stannis's army was almost annihilated by the fleet he burned on the Blackwater River.

Ser Songer's face turned cold: "What a sharp-tongued dwarf, be careful that the wights will come to your door in the middle of the night and pull out your tongue!"

"It's not easy to pull out a dwarf's tongue, be careful of being burned by fire."

"Humph."

Tyrion didn't know what the other party's purpose was. He came up to cause trouble for no reason, and then left with a cold hum for no reason.

The team walked south along the snow-covered King's Road for several hours, and finally arrived at the temporary camp left by the King's Second Battle Group on the road to the north when the horses were exhausted.

The camp was not dismantled, and several large tents were left in a wooden camp. Several large tents had been collapsed by the snow. The team heading south had to rest here and had to clean up the camp first. Deal with the snow and straighten and repair the collapsed tents.

The army was cautious and on guard against possible wights, but after a sweep of the camp, they found nothing.

The camp began to light fires in the camp area to keep warm and cook.

It was a miracle to have an abandoned camp area to clean up and use as a rest area in such a snowy and icy place, and to have hot meals and hot dishes. When Tyrion went north from Winterfell to the Wall in summer, he did not have such conditions and could only sleep in the woods.

When he ate hot corn paste and mashed potatoes with dried meat cubes at night, Tyrion felt that all the fatigue of the day was far away.

At night, hundreds of people were crowded into a bunk bed in a large camp. Two large pots of fire were placed in the middle of the camp. The soldiers took out their woolen quilts, wrapped them on the spot and spread them in the freshly dried wheat straw, and people crowded together to keep warm.

Tyrion had been at the Wall for a long time and had gotten used to such a living environment. In such a cold day, there was no need to worry about lice. Except for people, horses and hunting dogs, other ordinary living things were extinct in the cold.

The most difficult thing in such a cold day was to get up at night.

After a light sleep in the tent, Tyrion was awakened by the urge to urinate. He reluctantly climbed out of the crowd of people on the bunk bed and followed the light of the night duty to the cold camp.

Tyrion just urinated, and he didn't care about hygiene. He solved it directly in a shelter outside the tent.

The night wind blew, and his footsteps made a rustling sound on the frozen snow. Tyrion heard a voice behind him and greeted him in a daze: "Brother, it's really cold today."

The person behind him didn't answer.

The torch flickered.

Tyrion was surprised: "You didn't bring a torch?"

Suddenly.

The torch went out.

Tyrion woke up suddenly and looked back, but he only saw a tall black shadow rushing towards him.

He subconsciously wanted to shout for help, but the other party's hand suddenly came very quickly and covered his mouth. Something hit the back of his head, and Tyrion's body softened uncontrollably.

He murmured, "Songge?"

The other party didn't say anything, but silently picked up Tyrion, who was wrapped like a ball, and went to a more remote place in the camp.

Tyrion had a severe headache, and vaguely realized that the other party was taking him to the depths of the camp - this camp was built according to the specifications of 7,000 to 8,000 people, and the rotation troops returning were only 3,000 to 4,000 people, and only a small part of the camp was used.

Tyrion realized that the other party wanted to throw him deep in the camp to freeze him to death.

Sure enough, at a certain moment, Tyrion's body became lighter and he had been thrown into a remote corner.

The footsteps gradually faded away.

The coldness rolled up little by little.

The defense of the camp in the long night only covered the two camp gates, and there were few patrol teams. Tyrion knew that if he lay in the cold snow for half a quarter of an hour, he would definitely freeze to death due to hypothermia. Then when he set out the next day, when people found his body, they would think he was a fool who got up at night and fell and froze himself to death.

"No!" He tried to struggle and shout, but his head was dizzy and he could only make vague and meaningless hums.

Tyrion knew the mentality of the people in the army very well. The people who found his body the next day would not check whether he had been hit hard on the back of his head. They would only quickly gather people to burn his body with wildfire after confirming that he had frozen to death to prevent corpse transformation.

Damn, is he going to die here?

Time passed little by little, Tyrion's hands and feet became stiff, and his back was gradually losing consciousness.

He could vaguely feel that his skin was getting hot and hot, as if there was a furnace burning his skin in his body.

His thoughts entered a state of confusion, as if he was in boiling hot water.

His skin was terribly hot, and under the waves of stimulating heat, his whole body seemed to be burned and painful.

Suddenly, there was a pleasant female voice in his ear: "Who is there?"

Before he fainted, Tyrion seemed to hear the sound of a sword being drawn.

When he woke up, Tyrion was lying on the carriage, which was shaking violently, and he heard the creaking sound of the axle pressing over the snow.

"You finally woke up, Tyrion, you are so lucky."

The speaker was a Braavos mercenary.

The other party was holding a torch close to his face and checking his eyes.

His face was burning badly, and he subconsciously reached out to cover it.

"Don't move, unless you want to tear the skin off your nose."

"What's wrong with me?" He was still a little confused.

"You almost froze to death in the snow." The other party replied.

At this time, he realized that the carriage was very hot, and turned around to see a big black pot filled with charcoal fire.

His hands and ears were itchy from the heat, and he subconsciously raised his hands to see that his rough palms were black and purple, and his skin was cracked.

His hands were stiff and hard, and it itched as if thousands of ants were crawling on them.

The Braavosi in the carriage handed him a white object and said, "Take this, it will make you feel better."

"What is this?"

"Radish, it is said that it is a folk remedy developed by your king and scholars. You should be thankful, Tyrion, if you lie in the snow for a little longer, even if you can be saved, your fingers will be necrotic and cut off. Many people have frozen their ears and fingers because of falling down during the long night, and some have lost their lives. You should develop the habit of calling others to help you."

Tyrion took the white object, and it was indeed a hot radish, so hot that he almost dropped it on the ground.

But the hot radish in his hand can dispel the tingling feeling of ants crawling on his fingers, bringing a strange sense of refreshment.

The feeling of pain and pleasure made Tyrion feel strange.

He subconsciously reached out to put the hot carrot to his itchy ear, but it was bandaged.

The Braavosi man in front of him saw this and said, "I'm sorry, part of your right ear is frozen off."

"What!?"

Tyrion couldn't believe it for a moment and reached out to touch it. But there was no other feeling except itching and burning in the ear.

Because of frostbite, the tactile sensation from his fingers was very weak, so he was not sure if he had touched the ear even if he did.

Tyrion's nose had already been stabbed in the Blackwater River, and his already ugly face had been disfigured. Now, with half of his right ear frozen off, how ugly would it be to show up in the future?

He felt an unknown flame burning in his chest for a moment, and he cursed angrily: "Damn it!"

It's Song Ge! Seven Hells, Tyrion said to himself: He didn't fall because he got up at night, this was murder!

The Braavos people on the opposite side were still comforting: "At least you survived."

"You don't understand, brother." Tyrion thought of Songer's face, and he thought to himself: He should have thought that those Red God believers are crazy.

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter outside the carriage: "Excuse me, is Tyrion, the warrior of Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, in the carriage?"

This voice made Tyrion feel furious.

He opened the curtain of the carriage, and sure enough, Songe's evil eyes were waiting for him outside, with a face full of ridicule.

"You disgust me, Clayton Song. I thought Stannis knighting you would make you understand what honor is, but it seems that even though you have been a knight, you are still a nobody from Flea Bottom. You don't know honor at all. Why, even if you become a night watchman, you will bring shame to the night watchman."

"Hahaha," Clutton laughed, "I like to see other people's expressions of resentment. I admit, little devil, my courage is not as good as yours, and I don't dare to lie down in the snow and sleep. I'm afraid His ears and little brother were frozen, how is your little brother? Hahaha."

"You!" Tyrion suddenly had a thought. Although Claton Songer was also a member of the Night's Watch, his cloak and gloves were both red, representing R'hllor.

When he was attacked, he caught a glimpse before the flames went out and saw that the opponent's cloak and gloves were all black.

Although he was already sure that the attacker was not Songer, Tyrion continued to curse angrily: "There are laws in the Night's Watch, Clutton, you attempted murder, and you dare to come in front of me and laugh at me! You are the one who laughed at me when I got up at night Attack me from behind and leave me to die deep in the camp! If I don't come to you, come to me! Just wait, and I'll take you to Stannis!"

Claton narrowed his eyes and looked back: "The dwarf is full of nonsense. Dare you slander me and seek death?"

Looking at the other party's reaction, Tyrion was 90% convinced that he was not the one who attacked him, so who could it be? He racked his brains and found that he only had three "enemies" in the team, Stannis, Stark and Targaryen.

But if Targaryen wants to take action, why should he wait until now?

The commotion here quickly attracted the attention of the marching team, and Bowen Marsh, the chief of the night watch, came to ask: "What's going on here?"

Tyrion and Songer said something to each other, each telling the story.

Chief Bowen looked at Tyrion: "You said someone attacked you?"

Clutton saw that the matter was getting serious, and heard the little devil's story vividly, as if it was indeed true. This was not the result he wanted. He just couldn't stand the little devil deliberately causing trouble, and he didn't want to be known as attacking the night watch brothers: "It wasn't me. I was on night watch when you were sent back to the camp. At that time, we were together The brothers in black can testify for me.”

Soon someone came up and said, "Master, we can testify."

"You." Chief Bowen was in trouble. These witnesses were all under Stannis's command.

Seeing that Stannis's people were involved, Tyrion acted like a rogue: "Aren't you wearing a pair of trousers? Sir, who sent me back, why not ask him to testify? I was hit on the back of the head because I fell unconscious. He should be able to tell clearly if he was knocked unconscious."

Not long after.

A tall knight was invited to join in the Rashomon.

"Hound, Sandor Clegane?" Tyrion became uneasy when he saw the person coming, "Why is it you?"

The hound was surprised that so many people were gathered in the queue. Hearing this, he chuckled and responded: "Tyrion, if you want to thank me for saving you, just forget it. As for the half of your ear, it's all on the ground. I really don't have time to give it to you." Pick it up."

But it turned out that Tyrion was discovered by fellow Stark Arya and her female bodyguard of the Mormont family when they got up at night.

Tyrion's head was on the ground at the time, and he was not sure whether he was alive or dead when he was found. Arya's Mormont female guard was so nervous that she almost called the torch fuel directly. In the end, he resisted the murderous intention and just turned him over to confirm his identity, which was considered a great kindness.

Although half of Tyrion's ear was ripped out of the snow.

Sandor was then called to carry Tyrion back to camp.

To be honest, in such a cold night, others really had no time to check whether Tyrion fell unconscious or was knocked unconscious. At that time, everyone was almost freezing to death, and it was lucky to be able to save a life.

The three parties communicated like this.

Tyrion confirms the details.

"Are you sure that there were only the footprints of Lord Arya and her guards, and no other footprints were seen?"

"Of course, damn it, go to hell. You should have bought me a drink instead of calling me in for questioning."

"This is not an interrogation, Ser Sandor. It is just a small plea. I hope you can set an honorable example and find the murderer for the innocent half-man."

The hunting dog cursed: "Screw your honor, I'm not a knight. I think the murderer is an enemy, right? Damn it, I told you, my eyes are fine, I can still see the footprints clearly."

Tyrion couldn't help but ask: "Then didn't you find it strange at the time? Why was there no other footprints there except your own, but I fell unconscious there?"

The Hound said angrily: "Go to hell, half-man, who do you think you are now, the acting Prime Minister of King's Landing? Are you important? It's already merciful not to leave you where you are, considering that you are a brother of the Night's Watch who fought the White Walkers together."

Tyrion was speechless for a while after being hit by the Hound's heartbreaking words, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Lies are not sharp blades, but the truth is.

Yes, Tyrion Lannister is just a small figure now, who is worthy of his murder?

Although he still suspects Targaryen, Stark, and Stannis, Tyrion has already ruled these families out in his heart

So who else has a grudge against him, Tyrion?