Chapter 656: The Great Wall of Despair
Dragonstone, cliff edge.
The glutton crawled on the grass, crushing the grass with his heavy body, and his heavy breath was like a hot torrent.
"Hiss~~"
"..."
The sharp hisses were endless, and the grass and dust flew in the corners.
Rhaegar lay on his side beside the black dragon wings, watching the two young dragons fighting with his eyes open.
One was covered with blue-gray scales, with scarlet dorsal fins and wing membranes, and a sharp dragon head without horns.
The other was black with purple stripes, fierce and brave in appearance, with long and curved horns.
"Hiss!"
The blue-gray young dragon roared and spurted out hot scarlet dragon flames.
It happened to hit the head of the colorful young dragon, knocking it dizzy and falling.
"Haha, two little guys."
Rhaegar smiled and took out a piece of fresh long-winged dragon meat and threw it out.
The two young dragons smelled the blood and immediately pounced on it like greedy cats to fight for it.
You bite me, he kicks you.
He can't stop eating a piece of meat.
"Hiss--"
The glutton's eyelids lifted, and the dragon's mouth slightly opened to squeeze out an impatient low roar.
The two young dragons froze at the sound, tore the long-winged dragon meat into pieces, each holding a piece and flying away.
They were only the size of hounds, and their wings were still a little weak.
They were wobbling in the air, like a child carrying a basket of heavy objects.
"You scared them."
Rhaegar was reluctant and flapped the membrane of the black dragon's wings.
The two young dragons, like Moon Dance and Dawn, were hatched from eggs laid by Syrax.
Rhaenyra named the two newborns, "Araxes" and "Terrexhu" respectively.
Like Lyanna's Vermax, they were all named after the gods of the goddess of abundance "Syrax".
Represents warriors, spears, and thunder.
Combined with the "wisdom and enlightenment" represented by Vermax, it is a comprehensive guardian of the mother goddess.
Very emotional.
"Roar..."
The Glutton opened his pale green pupils and flapped his wings unhappily.
The young dragon in front of him, isn't it a crime to invite the dragon?
The pale dragon head has not been digested yet, otherwise he would definitely find a chance to taste the tender meat.
"Tsk tsk~"
Rhaegar looked teasing and climbed onto the saddle along the dragon's wings. ,
No time to play with old friends.
The Glutton felt something in his heart, and supported his body with his wings, and looked across the coast with his ferocious dragon head.
"Let's go, it's time for Velaryon's fleet to set off."
Rhaegar tied a black robe and thought about the steps to develop the Golden Fields in his mind.
King's Landing was left to his father and Rhaenyra to take care of, and his good uncle and Aemond also joined the royal meeting.
He went there boldly, waiting for news of his eldest son in the North.
"Hiss--"
The Glutton looked up to the sky and roared, flapping his wings and suddenly soaring into the air, and his thick dragon tail swept across the rock formations on the edge of the cliff.
"Hiss!"
A young dragon with cobalt blue scales all over its body and a copper foil-like body from its jaw to its abdomen flew out of the Stone Drum Tower and hung far behind the dragon-eating species.
Daeron rode on the dragon's back, holding the golden key in one hand and the map in the other.
"Alas, I have to go on a long journey again."
The greater the responsibility, the greater the ability.
Not like his second brother Aegon at all, the smaller the ability, the smaller the responsibility.
The two dragons flew over Blackwater Bay one after the other and slowly flew out of the throat.
On the sea below, a fleet flying the flag of the blue seahorse was sailing, with more than a dozen large ships full of cargo and sailors.
A young man with a resolute face stood on the deck, looking up at the majesty of the dragon.
"I wish I were a knight."
Adam's eyes were full of bright colors, and he turned around to continue commanding the sailors.
...
The North.
The Wall, the Black Castle.
Creaky...
The capstan staircase embedded in the frozen stone wall slowly climbed up to the top of the towering Wall.
The cold wind blew, and snowflakes penetrated the iron fence.
Baeron shuddered and shook his head to shake off the white snow on his silver-gold shawl.
"You should wear more, Your Highness."
Cregan stood upright, with a large sword slung over his left shoulder.
"It's exciting to be at the Wall."
Baeron smiled and glanced at the sword.
The family sword of the Stark family - Ice.
His hand touched his waist, holding the family sword Dragon Claw given by his father, and the dragon bone hilt exuded a hint of warmth.
"Winter is coming, and this is not worth celebrating."
Cregan frowned deeply, hiding an unspeakable worry.
"Winter, do you mean the things outside the Wall?"
Baeron was very perceptive and thought of the prophecy instantly.
"You're right." A sharp flash in Kregen's eyes, whispering: "It's just a little snow in late summer now, the real winter will be heartbreaking."
"You brought me to the Wall, we will face it together."
Berlon showed the demeanor of a crown prince, and did not limit his vision because of his young age.
"You are kind, just like your father."
Kregen smiled and rarely teased: "At least you didn't threaten me with dragons, just like my ancestor Torrhen Stark faced the black god."
"I thought you wouldn't like to talk about this history."
Berlon couldn't help but smile.
Torrhen Stark, the surrendered king, is a figure engraved on the pillar of shame in history.
"That's not shameful, the ancestors brought back the men of the North safely."
Kregen looked at things from a unique perspective, and caught a glimpse of a corner in the sky from the corner of his eye.
"Roar--"
The huge old dragon, as big as a mountain, lay in the snow outside the Black Castle, sweeping away the snow with its wide wings, shaking its head to express protest.
It's colder than Winterfell, and the Great Wall behind him exudes a forbidden magic atmosphere.
"Dragon."
Cregan muttered to himself, with a blazing light in his eyes.
Bang!
The capstan staircase shook violently, and the top hit the top of the tower with overlapping wooden boards.
"Watch your step."
Cregan came to his senses, pushed open the staircase door and stepped onto the Great Wall.
On both sides, there were parapets higher than his head, and frost covered every inch of stone slabs, barely covering the cold wind from north to south.
The northerners wearing fur coats stood in front of the staircase, waiting for the Duke and the Crown Prince to come.
Plop——
Belron jumped onto the hard frozen layer, and the torches on both sides of the wall swayed back and forth.
"It's so cold."
"This is just the tip of the iceberg, you have to learn to accept it."
Cregan was like a kind teacher, holding the Crown Prince's hand and walking inside.
He was in his twenties and had a wife.
After going through so many hardships, he became more open-minded.
The ten-year-old crown prince was like his child in front of him.
"My lord, please come this way."
A weathered night watchman came over and led the two to the watchtower.
Cregan nodded and said, "I'll show you the scenery outside the Great Wall so you can tell your father when you go back."
"I'd rather go to the bathroom."
Belron's face was red from the cold, and he made a boring joke.
The little bird shrank a little, and there was a strong feeling of swelling in the lower abdomen.
I don't know how the night watchmen who have been stationed all year round can survive.
No wonder the oath includes not marrying or having children.
In such a cold day, no one can be interested.
When they arrived at the watchtower, it was actually a wooden structure protruding from the wall.
"Over there is the Haunted Forest, the territory of the wild people."
Cregan pointed with his big hand, and a gray primeval forest grew in the wilderness covered with heavy snow.
Baeron glanced at the arrows stuck in the wall and the bloodstains on the snow below.
The longest arrow was two meters long, comparable to the fine steel spear equipped with the scorpion crossbow.
Blood flowers were scattered on the snow, burying frozen limbs and broken bodies.
"Those are all traces left by the wildlings."
Cregan looked heavy and whispered: "They also felt that winter was coming, and tried every means to cross the Great Wall."
"Why not let them in?"
Baeron asked in confusion.
Both knew what the real enemy outside the Great Wall was.
The wildlings were just the unlucky people who lived on the other side when the Great Wall was built.
Tracing back to the bloodline, they are all descendants of the ancestors with the northerners.
"I can't be sure of their threat."
Cregan was not annoyed, and said calmly: "Besides, the northerners themselves are not well fed and clothed, and they can't provide for outsiders."
The sons of the nobles must volunteer to become night watchmen to save a portion of food for their families.
The wildlings are not productive, and it will be a disaster if they let go of the Great Wall rashly.
Baeron was speechless and pursed his lips secretly.
The kingdom is not rich enough, so the people live a precarious life.
If possible, he hopes that more people can have enough food.
Woo——
Cregan bent down and was about to persuade him.
A solemn horn sounded slowly from the ghost forest outside the Great Wall.
Shashasha...
The dense footsteps, the snow was ruthlessly trampled, and the whole forest shook slightly.
Baeron's eyes widened, and a bad premonition arose.
Gradually, wildlings wrapped in animal skins walked out in groups, and the team showed a sense of indifference to death.
In the front, a giant beast several feet tall and covered with tufts of long hair was slowly walking.
"Mammoth."
Baeron whispered softly, and a fierce giant elephant was reflected in his eyes.
There were two mammoths, with ropes tied around their waists, dragging a solid and thick tree trunk.
Two giants, seven or eight meters tall, covered in tattered animal skins and with hideous faces, pulled the reins.
On the backs of the giants, there were longbows with arrows exactly the same as those on the wall.
"Roar--"
Suddenly, a heavy dragon roar came from behind, temporarily overshadowing the loud horn.
Ulagas soared into the air, slowly circling around the Wall of Despair, with amber vertical pupils full of vigilance.
Baeron and Cregan joined hands, facing the old dragon with their backs facing the cold wind and snow.
...
The Great Grass Sea of Dothraki.
In the afternoon, a shoddy tent.
"My brother is the smartest man, but also the dumbest fool."
Aemon's eyes were full of memories, and his skinny cheeks regained a trace of blood.
Even his voice was still hoarse, as if his throat was blocked.
"What is he like?"
Lea sat on a woolen felt, holding a plate of cooked horse meat.
"Him!"
Aemon lowered his head silently, forcing a smile: "Better than me, I am not as good as him."
"No!" Lea widened her eyes and retorted with a small dagger: "You are a prince, he is also a prince, you are a real dragon, he is also a real dragon, how can he be better than you."
"That's different."
Aemon pushed away the sharp edge in front of him, picked up a piece of horse meat and put it in his mouth to chew.
His cheeks were bitten so painfully, but the meat was not rotten.
Aemon gritted his teeth hard, forcing himself to get used to it.
Thanks to his parents who are experts in food, he has developed a picky mouth since he was a child.
For him, the life of the Dothraki is like being thrown into a pile of orphans in a flea pit to drink brown soup.
"Are you sad?"
Lea came closer and stared at the other's purple eyes.
"No." Aemon said one thing and meant another.
Leah tilted her head and asked thoughtfully: "You have a dragon, what does it look like?"
"Big, great guy."
Aemon felt as if something was stuck in his throat, and his expression became subtle.
"It's dead?"
Leah was very smart and could spot the clues at a glance.
Otherwise, the dragon should have found its owner long ago.
Aemon's face darkened, and he took the dagger and cut the horse flesh hard.
"Don't be sad, I'll give you a pony in two days."
Liya didn't want the other party to feel sad, so she said as if offering a treasure: "When the time comes, you can ride a horse with me instead of walking with a slave."
Eamonn:…
I don't want to talk, my mind is filled with everything I had with the liar.
The unknown wild dragon I saw that night never appeared again.
He regained the desire to live, but could not find the goal of self-improvement.
"Woof woof~~"
There was a clear cry in his ears, and it was Leah who lay beside him and kissed him flatteringly.
Aemon leaned back and blushed like an apple: "What are you doing?"
"Isn't your dragon dead?"
Liya looked forward to it and said proactively: "From now on, I will be your dragon and take you to play on the sea of grass."
When Aemon heard this, he couldn't help laughing or crying: "That's not how the dragon calls."
That's a puppy barking.
"What's the dragon's name?"
Leah sat down next to her, showing no signs of losing enthusiasm.
His big eyes turned over and over to look at Eamonn's fair face, no matter how beautiful it looked.
Silver-gold short hair and purple eyes, like the moon and stars in the sky.
After taking a sniff, the stinky smell disappeared and turned into the smell of mutton and grass.
"A dragon is a dragon, you can't imitate it."
Aemon moved to the side, and the other party squeezed again.
In the end, I had no choice but to use my strength on horse meat.
Leah stared for a while, then took back the small dagger and continued cutting, cutting the horse meat into fine pieces.
Outside the tent, there is an open-air stable.
Kas Khal had no expression on his face, stroking his horse and winking at the bloodrider.
"yes."
The Scar-faced Blood Alliance guard nodded slightly, drew out his scimitar and went straight to the tent.
A pair of sharp eyes flashed with complex dark light.
