Chapter 668: White Walkers Appear

The northern border, the Great Wall of Despair.

The towering ice wall condenses the frost again and blocks the cold wind outside the Great Wall.

"Quickly, pile all the bodies together."

"Be quick and finish it before dark."

After half a year, the night watchmen in black robes stepped out of the Great Wall for the first time to clean up the devastated battlefield.

The green dragon flames had long been extinguished, and the scorched black marks were buried under the heavy snow.

But the burning smell lingered for a long time.

The ghostly forest swayed slightly, and snow fell from the treetops.

The sound of horse hooves gradually approached.

The Winter Wolf Army led by Roderick slowly stepped out of the forest, with a series of savages tied to the tails of each veteran soldier's horse.

The savage army was defeated and scattered.

In obedience to the king's orders, all rebellious savages were arrested.

The savages with their hands bound were as if in mourning, their heads drooped and full of fear.

Within the Great Wall.

Bang! Bang!

Heavy footsteps sounded, and boots as big as millstones stepped on the snow.

Several giants moved slowly, with baskets hanging on their chests and backs filled with hot, dark mucus.

No need to lower your head, the pungent smell of sulfur reaches the sky.

"Damn humans, you let Nunu carry shit."

The ugly giant stood hunched at the base of the Great Wall, with resistance written all over his face.

Two "crows" holding shovels put a fresh pile of sticky feces into a basket on the giant's chest.

"This is dragon dung, you idiot."

Rhaegar's eyes were evil and he warned: "You have torn down the gate of the Great Wall, and I am cleaning up the mess for you."

Just because of these reckless giants, the underground passage was destroyed.

It was too late to repair the problem with existing excavated stone, so black dragon stone was the best solution.

"I don't want to move, it stinks so much."

Giant Nunu frowned deeply, and his already ugly face became more distorted.

"You should be grateful that gluttons can still poop in the cold winter."

Rhaegar spoke calmly and took a step back.

The giant dragon, as black as carbon, lay not far away. Hearing the movement, he quietly opened his pale green vertical pupils and stared at the hairy man, who was a few sizes larger than an ordinary small insect.

The giant Nunu froze and prepared the basket obediently.

"Dragon dung is good and hot."

The son of the forest approached cautiously, swirling around the dark excrement: "I can feel from it that the black dragon stone you cast contains fire magic."

"Can you stop the White Walkers?"

Rhaegar asked seriously.

"The answer needs to be confirmed."

The green eyes of the Son of the Forest flickered slightly, and he murmured as if reminiscing: "When Brandon the Wall Builder built the Great Wall, he used magic to give the Great Wall the power to block the White Walkers."

The black dragon stone and the Great Wall contain different magic powers, but they reach the same goal through different paths.

Like a bunch of fireworks suddenly ignited in a dim pile of candles.

Both can dispel darkness, but the latter is brighter.

Rega seemed to understand, but frowned slightly.

"We are back, Your Majesty!"

Roderick's shouts came, and the Winter Wolf Army poured out of the underground passage in unison.

Rhaegar looked sideways upon hearing this.

"Be patient and roll into the snow pit."

The old count had a violent temper. He untied the hemp rope from his ponytail, whipped his riding crop and drove a dozen savages into a corner.

The Winter Wolf Army followed suit and treated the savages who had been hated for generations very roughly.

Rhaegar's brows furrowed even deeper, and he turned around and climbed up the winch ladder.

On the Great Wall, the night watchmen were also busy repairing the female wall.

"Your Majesty." Cregan walked towards him and nodded respectfully.

He was greatly relieved that the savage army was dealt with.

"Where is the Commander of the Night's Watch?"

Rhaegar looked around, looking for the figure in black robes with gray beard and hair.

"Commander Benjikou is at the observation tower. Follow me."

Cragen led the way.

Soon, the emperor and his ministers saw the thin "old man".

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

Old Benjikou's face was dark, and the fluff surrounding his collar was fluttering in the wind.

"I have something to talk to you about, about the Savages."

Rega looked at the old man with a slightly complicated mood.

The other party was once the Earl of Crowtree City, and he himself exiled himself to the Great Wall to become a Night Watchman.

I never thought that those who are capable will always have a chance to show off their talents.

As time passed, he inherited the position of Commander of the Night Watch.

"I understand. Come under the shed."

Old Benjikou tightened his collar and led the king and the duke to a corner to take shelter from the wind.

The bonfire swayed gently, sparks crackling.

The three of them sat around and stretched out their hands to warm themselves by the fire.

Rhaegar did not waste any nonsense and expressed his true thoughts: "There are ghosts outside the Great Wall, and the free people cannot kill them all. The best way is to move within the Great Wall."

He doesn't want to do something stupid like killing the goose that lays the egg.

He gave hundreds of thousands of wildlings to the White Walkers for nothing and became a member of the Army of the Dead.

"Your Majesty, I understand your ambition, but this is the north."

Old Benjikou used a tree branch to stir up the bonfire and said with a deep look: "The savages and the people in the north have been enemies for generations, and even the night watchmen are full of hatred."

It would be difficult to put savages into the Great Wall!

Not only how to gain the trust of the savages, but also how to deal with the resistance of the northerners.

"Northerners stick to their rules and find it difficult to reconcile with the savages."

Cragen consulted from the side and shook his head helplessly.

He is the Duke of the North and has the most say.

Savages have been the enemy in the nurse's mouth since childhood, and their views are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"You have to do it even if you don't do it. There is no room for it."

Rhaegar made up his mind and said seriously: "If the free people don't enter the Great Wall, the number of White Walkers will increase by hundreds or even thousands."

"I can overcome the opposition within the Night's Watch."

Old Benjikou said silently.

After the savage army attacked the city, only a few hundred of the original two thousand night watchmen were left, and more than half of the three thousand newcomers were lost.

All together, there are barely two thousand night watchmen.

If the old leads the new, there will be no trouble.

After the words fell, a pair of sharp old eyes turned to the young Duke of the North.

Cregen showed hesitation and promised: "I can plan a land that is not fertile and give it to the savages, and try to appease the vassals under my command."

This is already the limit.

"That's it."

Rhaegar threw a piece of wood into the campfire and patted the snow slag on his hands.

"I'll go communicate with Earl Roderick first."

Cregen stood up silently, feeling the weight on his shoulders was unbearable.

After he left, only two people were left by the campfire.

Rega was quiet for a while and then took the initiative to speak: "How are you doing at the Great Wall?"

The changes over the years are truly a unique experience.

"Fortunately, except for the Great Wall, it is not as warm as the Hejian."

Old Benjikou chuckled, his face weathered by weather.

Judging from his facial features, he was a handsome man when he was young.

"Your grandson inherited Crowtree City and followed my eldest son. He is a brave boy."

Rhaegar seemed tired and started chatting.

"I heard that Samwell died heroically and is worthy of being my son."

Old Benjikou calmly told the news of the death of his only son, with a hint of generosity in his eyes.

Rhaegar nodded but did not respond.

Samwell was a good man, but it was a pity that he died at the hands of the ironborn.

"Remember the maesters and prisoners you banished?"

Old Benjikou changed the topic and joked: "When I first arrived, the Dragon's Den Bachelor with a severed hand was still alive, but he froze to death the next winter."

The academic city was banned by the Wang Family Academy, and its prestige plummeted.

The maester who had selfish intentions towards the dragon also ended up not having a good end.

Rhaegar raised his eyelids, not interested in the embarrassing things that happened when he was a child.

The two of them chatted for a while, and the bonfire became more and more prosperous.

Until the Winter Wolf Army captured thousands of savages and brought them back to the Great Wall, the sky became slightly darker.

Old Benjikou took out a silver wine flask from his arms and said abruptly: "Have you met your grandmother?"

"Huh?" Rega was startled when he heard this, then shook his head: "No, I have only seen my mother in my dreams."

"Your grandmother was a beauty."

Old Benjikou raised his head and reminisced, with regret in his words: "Danila Targaryen, the sixth daughter of King Renrui, has skin as white as milk and a personality as gentle as a kitten."

It seems he is as well profound.

Rhaegar frowned and said casually: "It's normal for my great-grandfather to travel to the Seven Kingdoms and visit Raventree Hall with his grandmother."

Rhaenyra had been there too.

Samwell and his cousin Will Blackwood were among her suitors.

The former also stabbed to death a rude Bracken.

"No, more than just a visit."

Old Benjikou said solemnly: "Your grandmother reached the age of marriage proposal at that time, and I am fortunate to be one of the candidates."

The young Princess Daniela has looked at the promising young people from all over the Seven Kingdoms many times.

Unfortunately, many people didn't catch it.

One of them was also offended by the Lannister family, which angered King Renrui who was worried about his daughter's marriage.

Fortunately, Princess Daniela met the eldest son and heir of Earl Blackwood at Crowtree Hall.

That is the old Benjikou in front of me.

Rhaegar was not from that generation and was not familiar with his history.

When old Benjikou was young, he was one of the few handsome men in the Seven Kingdoms. He was not only good at riding, archery and swordsmanship, but also proficient in harp and history.

Princess Daniela fell in love at first sight, and the two had an ambiguous period in Crowtree Hall.

But the belief in the Seven Gods poisons people's hearts.

Princess Daniela is a loyal believer of the Seven Gods. After learning that the Blackwood family believed in the old gods, she fled Raventree Hall in sadness and fear.

The marriage between the two fell through.

Later, King Renrui was so distressed that he simply married his daughter to the old Duke Aylin, who had retired from the royal post and returned to his hometown.

Daniela married into the Eagle's Nest at the age of eighteen and died of puerperal fever at the age of nineteen.

"My grandmother was an innocent girl, and like many of her sisters, she didn't have a happy ending."

Rega lowered his head, his calm tone a little cold.

He has always had an understanding of murder for his grandmother and grandmother, including a group of uncles and aunts who met with accidents.

Senela Targaryen who traveled to Volantis also said it.

The continent of Westeros is too cold to welcome the hot-blooded Targaryen.

The Faith of the Seven Gods and the Citadel are both worthy of suspicion and subject to retaliation.

"If your grandmother had married me, the outcome might have been different."

Old Benjikou said something, and then added: "She is really a beautiful woman, but it is a pity that His Majesty King Renrui has never been patient with his daughter's marriage."

Having many children is one of the great advantages of a Renrui King.

But the various experiences of his children became the biggest stain on King Renrui's old age.

"No one is perfect."

Rega's voice was soft, not wanting to criticize anyone from the history books.

Without the additional help of the Explorer System, which Rhaenyra had taken care of since he was a child, he would not have achieved what he has achieved today.

Old Benjikou showed a smile and raised the small wine bottle: "To Princess Daniela."

He took a sip of wine and handed the jug to the king.

Rega glanced at the wine bottle, then took a small sip and drank slowly: "To my great-grandfather, King Renrui."

Old Benjikou smiled when he heard this, patted his thighs and stood up.

Before leaving, he actually said kindly: "I support your decision, free people are also part of the kingdom."

After that, he turned around and returned to the group of night watchmen.

Rhaegar was in a daze, with only the bottom flask still in his hand.

He somewhat understood what the other party meant.

Old Benjikou was a native of the Riverlands, and he also had different views on the stereotypes of northerners towards free folk.

The difference between Northerners and Freedmen.

It's just that when the Great Wall was built, one side was here and the other side was there.

…

The next day.

The host of Winterfell arrives at the Wall.

The army of five thousand Unsullied took the lead and entered the Black Castle in a mighty manner.

"Your Majesty, we have brought enough food and livestock."

Gray Worm held his head high, proud of commanding an army of more than ten thousand people.

"Well done, it's been a long journey."

Rega looked at the carts of supplies and praised them generously.

With these supplies, it is enough to support a war.

"Thanks to Her Majesty the Queen, she also asked me to tell you to take a rest."

Gray Worm lowered his head quietly and conveyed in a low voice.

Rega's heart warmed, and he turned around and said, "The savage army has collapsed. You select some people and go to explore the situation outside the Great Wall."

There are ghosts outside the Great Wall.

The White Walkers can learn about the news within the Wall through the free people, but they know nothing about the White Walkers.

Reliable people must be arranged to do it.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Gray Worm was loyal and agreed without hesitation.

In the afternoon, the sun emerged from the cloud cover.

The newly garrisoned coalition forces set up camp and lit fires, and the cold Castle Black became lively.

In front of the underground passage.

Gray Worm holds a spear, replacing the steel spearhead with a dragonglass dagger.

"Is this thing really useful?"

Rob, riding a war horse, couldn't help but wonder.

According to the king's instructions, half of the arrows in the quiver were replaced with dragon crystal arrowheads.

"I don't know, just follow the orders."

Gray Worm answered sternly and waved the spear to try out the feel.

"Don't worry, it's for dealing with ghosts."

The son of the forest was hiding in the corner and had no intention of getting closer.

Gray Worm and Robb looked at each other, and each called out their pick.

"Bolu also goes and gives me a handy weapon."

A five-meter-tall little giant strode over, wearing thick silver-gray armor.

"Nothing for you, half-blood giant."

The son of the forest raised his head and looked around in wonder.

The little giant frowned and said unhappily: "Bolu is a little giant, not a half-blood giant."

There was a war hammer hanging on the back, and it was violent.

Bang! Bang!

Heavy footsteps came from behind.

The giant Nunu came over, covering the little giant with his eight-meter-tall body, and said in a muffled voice: "You are also a giant. When did you enter the Great Wall?"

"I'm from the South."

The little giant raised his head and observed the ugly face and rough fur coat of the real giant.

"The armor you're wearing is very strong."

The giant Nunu looked envious in his eyes. He clenched his fist and knocked on the opponent's hard armor. He was very optimistic about this little brother.

The freedmen were poor and in short supply of all kinds of goods.

A few iron tools were still taken from crows, or purchased when overseas caravans set foot there.

The giants are huge, and both their armor and weapons consume metal.

Having a mallet studded with iron nails is already a powerful weapon.

"Of course, this is made by the best craftsmen."

The little giant looked honest, and he also made a fist and knocked on the other person's chest, praising: "You are also a beauty, you are so tall and strong."

The giant Nunu grinned, and his laughter was like thunder.

"What, it's a woman?"

Rob was stunned, looking at the extremely ugly hairy giant.

Gray Worm pretended to be calm, not sure: "Maybe."

Two giants, one big and one small, are all members of this exploration team.

But the giant looks like that, who can tell the gender.

"Here, I give you my hammer."

The little giant scratched his head and presented his beloved war hammer.

The giant Nunu took it calmly and returned the bow with the huge bow and arrow on his back.

The son of the forest's eyes shone and he clapped his hands repeatedly.

"The children of the forest are not allowed to cross the Great Wall."

The giant Nunu frowned and pushed the squirrel man into the snowdrift.

The son of the forest choked on the snow and ran away angrily.

The giant Nunu straightened up again and opened the repaired iron gate.

Blackfire's severed ears and fingers were miraculously restored, thanks to the Children of the Forest's special prescription.

Of course, the physical fitness of the giant family is indispensable.