Chapter 659 Dragon Egg! Dragon Egg!

Night falls, and everything is silent.

The Wall of Despair.

Heavy snow covers the top of the wall, and the cold wind blows the bonfire, shrouding the night watchmen in the cold night.

"Keep warm, and don't let the flames go out."

Creggan, carrying the clan sword Hanbing, patrolled one battlement after another in the wind and snow.

Fearing that it was freezing cold, the night watchmen fell asleep due to cold and hunger.

Then they would never wake up.

"Sir, our food reserves are running low."

A tall, middle-aged man with gray hair led the team, and his momentum was stronger than others.

Creggan looked back and comforted; "Commander Benjiko, wait a little longer."

The crown prince has already returned to the south, and the royal support will arrive soon.

"Sir, perhaps you are calling on the vassal to help again."

Benjiko Blackwood's face was heavy, and there was no room for negotiation.

The wildling army is eyeing the city covetously, and there are unknown dark forces outside the Great Wall.

If the North cannot unite, how can the Southerners do their best?

Hearing this, Cregan fell into deep thought and hesitated for a while.

The commander of the Night's Watch in front of him was the last Earl of Raventree City, the father of the previous Earl Samwell, and the grandfather of the current "Boy" Earl Benjiko.

He fished in troubled waters during the Bracken Rebellion and blocked the way for the feudal lords to suppress the rebellion.

After the Bracken family was destroyed, the "old man" Earl Benjiko pleaded guilty and put on a black robe to guard the Great Wall.

With rich experience and strong means, the previous commander of the Night's Watch passed on his position to him after his death.

Because he was almost sixty years old, he was called the "Old Man of Black Castle".

"My lord, get ready as soon as possible."

Old Benjiko sighed, pulled the black coat on his shoulders and prepared to leave.

Woo——

The rough horn sounded, breaking the silence of the night.

Clusters of flames ignited in the ghost forest, turning into a dense fire point approaching the Great Wall.

Dongdong! !

The bell of the night watchman rang immediately, and the scouts shouted: "The wildlings are coming, hurry!"

Accompanied by a chaotic commotion, the bonfires on the Great Wall were lit three times the usual.

"I will go down the Great Wall to command the Black Castle, and I will leave it to you on the top of the city."

Creggen's face changed, and he hurried down the Great Wall.

The only breakthrough point of the Great Wall is at the tunnel gate guarded by the Black Castle.

On the other side.

Outside the Great Wall, the fire spread all over the wasteland.

"Roar! I'll go first!"

The eight-meter-tall strong giant beat his chest and roared, and took a few meters to charge.

Under the dense arrows like raindrops, he rushed to the outermost steel fence of the tunnel gate.

Bang! Bang!

He hit his shoulders hard several times, shaking off large pieces of ice and snow, and the iron fence did not move at all.

"Bring the big hairy one here!"

The strong giant's face was ferocious, calling out to another equally ugly fellow.

The ugly giant's face was almost frozen, unable to make any extra expressions.

Two big hands each led a long-haired mammoth, dragging the thick tree trunk to charge.

The wild army behind was inspired, following the giants and mammoths to charge like a tide.

In order to survive, to stay alive.

They must cross the Great Wall and take back the fertile land lost by their ancestors.

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The next day, Winterfell.

It was a sunny day with a bright breeze.

"Roar——"

Uragas crawled on the lakeside of the Godwood, weakly gnawing on the roasted goat.

Even the rare good weather was still cold for the dragon.

The ground was covered with a foot of snow, which could not be melted by the strong sun.

Inside the castle, the hall.

Baeron got up early and went to the dining table to eat.

Toasted hard bread, fried eggs + pork sausage.

When he choked, he drank a mouthful of hot tea mixed with goat milk, tapped his chest and forced himself to swallow it.

"It tastes good."

Baelon praised.

This is much better than the food on the Great Wall.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

A gust of cold wind blew outside the window, mixed with the restless roar of the young dragon.

Baelon walked to the window covered with wooden boards and saw Moon Dance flying around Winterfell.

The light green body was like a fluttering butterfly, but it chirped harshly in the sun and flew around without any rules.

"Moon Dance is still not adapted to the environment."

Baelon looked heavy, worried about the real winter.

If the young dragon could not participate in the war, the family would be weakened a lot.

Hurried footsteps came.

Baelon wrapped herself into a ball, her face excited: "Baelon, come with me."

"What happened?"

Baelon looked up and down, wondering why the other party was steaming after running.

Targaryens rarely catch colds, and Baelon has recovered as before.

"Don't waste time. I promise to give you a surprise."

Bernilla smiled sincerely and led the way happily.

Bernilla followed with confusion in his eyes.

Walked out of the castle and entered the underground crypt adjacent to the godswood.

Tick-tick...

The crypt was built underground, the light was dim, and water dripped along the wall.

Click!

Bernilla lit a torch and was surprised to find that "the crypt is very warm."

It was very different from the temperature outside, just like walking into a greenhouse with a blazing fireplace in the snow.

"I heard from the old lady in Winterfell that there is a hot spring under the crypt."

Bernilla was excited and talked endlessly: "It is said that there is an active volcano under Winterfell, so the temperature of the crypt is very high."

The Stark ancestors who built Winterfell saw the unique geographical advantages.

"Unlikely."

Bellon didn't believe the rumors and smiled: "The hot spring eye is real, but it can't be an active volcano."

The hair on his arm stood up slightly, sensing that the fire element in the air was relatively abundant.

Maybe there are underground mineral veins, but they are far from volcanic.

Benila smiled but didn't say anything, her mind was not on this.

Walking to an open tomb, the stench of sulfur hit her nose in the warm environment.

Bellon covered his nose and looked in the direction of the stench.

A pile of black dragon dung piled up in the corner of the wall, with a shiny and moist surface, shaped like an oval stone ball.

Crack!

Benila smashed the shell of the dragon dung with a stone, and a jade dragon egg was revealed after a crisp sound.

"Look, Yuewu has laid eggs."

She waved her hand vigorously and continued to dig dung with interest.

One brass color and one gray-black color.

A total of three steaming dragon eggs, stored in the smelly dragon dung.

Benila smiled: "There are three dragon eggs in total, how much heritage the family has."

No wonder Moon Dancer has been restless recently and even secretly ran to the crypt to lay eggs.

"Let's hurry up, the dragon eggs can't stay in the North."

Belron picked up the jade dragon egg and said seriously: "Back to King's Landing, these dragon eggs are part of the family's heritage."

Duke Cregan is not in Winterfell.

Northerners are rude and hostile to southerners.

Add to that the cold climate, the chance of dragon eggs surviving is too low.

"Well, I'm packing up."

Benila didn't mind the dirt, picked up the remaining two dragon eggs, and said happily: "Moon Dancer just laid eggs, but it can also fly to the vicinity of White Harbor."

...

In a blink of an eye, half a month passed.

King's Landing, Dragon Cave.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

The dragons roared anxiously, the walls were covered with scratches and charred, and the chains were rustling.

Boom——

A huge black monster as black as coal entered the dragon cave, and the roars that came and went subsided a little.

Rhaegar was exhausted from the journey and asked in confusion: "What's going on?"

"Hiss!"

The light gray dragon climbed on the iron chain bridge, its slender tail swinging back and forth, flapping its wings and flying towards Blackwater Bay.

With it was a young dragon with black scales all over its body and scarlet dorsal fins and wing membranes.

Rhaegar did not stop it and jumped off the dragon's back.

As early as the morning, the ownerless dragon, Silverwing, was seen flying over Blackwater Bay and returning to the smoking cave of Dragon Mountain alone.

"Thank the gods, your majesty has returned safely."

Dragon Cave Scholar Menas limped over, and his already sallow face became a little paler.

Not only one leg was lame, but the other was also wrapped in bandages.

"Your majesty."

The old dragon keeper led several of his comrades to accompany him, each with some unscabbed wounds on their bodies.

Rhaegar looked around and said in surprise: "Dragon pit riot?"

He had only been away for more than a month, how could it be like this.

The dragon keeper has taken care of the dragon for many years, it shouldn't be in such a miserable state.

Menas complained pitifully; "The dragons are like this recently, feeding the dragons and cleaning the feces will be attacked."

Or a dragon wing hit, or a dragon tail swept a whip.

If it hits, it will hurt, and if it hits hard, it will be fatal.

Rhaegar frowned and looked at the old dragon keeper with a sad face.

This is the elder level among the dragon keeper, who has worked in the dragon pit for decades.

"The temperature dropped sharply and frost formed at night."

The old dragon keeper's eyes were vicissitudes, and he murmured in high Valyrian: "Dragons are the last sacred magic of ancient Valyria. They sensed the danger and migrated to a habitable place in advance."

Just like the three ownerless dragons, Silverwing, Grayshadow and Iragas, they all ran back to Dragonstone to live.

After he mentioned it, Rhaegar was stunned.

He hadn't noticed it on the dragon's back, but the weather in King's Landing was obviously cold.

It was August, and the sun was shining brightly.

The temperature in the king's territory that entered Blackwater Bay through the throat was very different from that in July, and it seemed to have entered autumn early.

"Hiss!!"

Suddenly, a strange dragon roar echoed from the depths of the dragon's lair, accompanied by the roar of a giant hitting the ground.

Rhaegar turned around and saw Aemond, who was in a mess, crawling out of a dragon pit.

"Brother?"

"Aemond?"

Aemond's one eye was surprised, and his already bad face became even darker.

Rhaegar tilted his head and saw that he was holding something in his hand.

Round, numb, and brown mud color...

The shell was attached with thorn-like barbs, just like a rotten stone in a pit that was smelly and hard.

"Dragon egg." Rhaegar's eyes widened in surprise, "From the sheep thief?"

This low-key yet vulgar ugly color scheme can only be found on that unruly mud dragon.

"Yes." Aemond's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and it was a bit difficult to speak.