Chapter 674 The real horn!
The savage party continued to climb the mountain, turning their heads and leaving the captive crow behind.
Robert buried his head deeply and secretly took out some dragon crystal arrowheads.
Throw one away every time you walk, and it will serve as a psychological comfort.
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The Great Wall of Despair, Castle Black.
Cregen summoned his vassals and gathered in the silent hall.
The big man in the Amber family couldn't bear the loneliness and whispered: "The king has been gone for half a month, shouldn't we be prepared?"
As soon as he said this, others immediately booed and fell silent.
Nowadays, it is freezing cold north of the Great Wall, and there are even more rebellious savages and elusive White Walkers.
When the king stepped out of the Great Wall, he was taking a huge risk.
"I'm right, you can't sit still and wait for death."
The big man from the Amber family raised his voice, fully demonstrating the toughness of the people from the North.
What's the use of huddled in a drafty hall?
It would be better to kill a few groups of savages inside the Great Wall first and gather all the men from the North to defend the Great Wall.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
There was a dull knock on the desk, stopping the increasingly noisy scene.
Everyone turned their heads.
Cregan looked serious and spoke to encourage morale: "The king is accompanied by a dragon, so we should complete the task at hand."
"Sir, serving those savages is not a task."
The big man from the Amber family was the first to object, with a very foul look on his face.
"Yes, savages should not cross the Great Wall."
"The king allowed the savages to enter the Great Wall. Who will control those sons of bitches?"
The voices of opposition were echoed, and more than a dozen people among the nobles stood up at once.
The clan emblem on the chest is an "inverted skinned man", and there is also a "male mermaid holding a trident".
Cregen looked around and recognized the representatives of House Bolton and House Manderly of White Harbor.
As one of the most powerful and ancient families in the North, Stark has many equally ancient vassals under his command.
The two powerful families, Bolton and Mandalay, occupy a large population and the only port.
Bang!
The dining table was hit so hard that the pottery bowl holding the wine almost flew away.
Roderick Dustin stood up and shouted angrily: "Everyone, sit down and listen to what the Duke has to say!"
The old guy was tall and powerful, and his aura was extremely fierce.
Suddenly, the place became quiet.
The families who opposed the wildlings entering the Great Wall were indignant and fearful of old Roderick's tiger power and winter wolf army, so they sat down reluctantly.
The other northern nobles had different expressions.
Karstark, the Mormont family of Bear Island, and other old nobles loyal to the Stark family all stared at the young Duke.
As the purest descendant of the ancestors in the north, the blood feud with the savages has been accumulated for generations.
I dare not object to the king's order, but the Duke should always have an explanation.
After all, the Starks don't have dragons.
"Everyone, I just want to ask one thing, who is your lord?"
Cregan stood up slowly, pulled out the giant sword Hanbing from his back and put it on the table.
Everyone was silent.
Cragen looked down at the vassals with a grim expression: "The North is the North for the Northerners. If we all have doubts about guarding our hometown, who can defend our wives, children, and children at home?"
As the Stark family saying goes, "Winter is coming."
The White Walkers are coming, and the entire North is facing danger.
Savages are an indispensable part of the fight against the White Walkers. How can we just give up?
Bang!
Roderick knocked on the table and said impassionedly: "Sir, I support you with my old bones. I will crush the balls of anyone who dares to oppose you!"
After saying that, he glared at some people fiercely.
"Who else has objections to barbarians entering the Great Wall?"
Cragen was calm and collected as he looked at everyone present one by one.
No one answered.
"Then I will pass the raven to the royal family and request more assistance before the king returns."
Cregan changed the subject and decided: "Winter is coming, no one can back down!"
Bang bang bang!
If there is one, there will be another. The northern vassal slapped the table hard, and his face covered with frostbite showed excitement.
"Winter is coming!!"
"..."
The passionate shouts resounded throughout the dining hall.
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Winterfell.
"quack……"
The dark raven fell into the window, and an old bachelor removed the mailbox from the raven's leg.
"What's the news?"
Baela's eyes were so intense that her bones were rusty from being in Winterfell.
The old bachelor frowned and slowly handed it to the queen: "Your Majesty, this is a letter of assistance from the Duke."
Rhaenyra sat at the head of the hall in Winterfell, settling accounts while drinking scalding wine.
He had to spend a lot of money every day to help the nobles whose castles were collapsed by snow, send people to clear the snow on their farms, and rescue homeless orphans...
There are so many things to do that it’s simply too busy.
Looking at the letter handed to her, Rhaenyra wiped her lips and looked at it with a hint of joy.
I haven’t seen Rhaegar for a long time, and very little news has come back.
Every time letters from the Great Wall were sent back and forth, the siblings would still miss each other a few words in the letters.
It's a lot of trouble.
There are supplies and equipment, and even more savages have entered the Great Wall and need land to support and settle down.
Finally, he also reported the news that Rhaegar had walked out of the Great Wall.
"Seven Hells!"
Rhaenyra slapped her forehead and lay on the table with a headache.
Before the White Walkers attack the Wall, there's enough chaos in the North itself.
"Your Majesty, let me take a look."
Renya took the letter and read it silently and carefully.
Benila put her hands on her hips and leaned close to watch.
"Duke Cregan can really give me a hard time."
Renee pulled back her scattered long silver-gold hair, and her purple eyes flashed with helplessness: "The last Hearth City of the Amber family is closest to Castle Black, and the surrounding land was given to the Night's Watch during the reign of King Renrui."
"The Northmen will not allow the free folk to cross Lasthearth and settle in their hinterland."
Not to mention the news that Rhaegar walked out of the Great Wall.
To be honest, she had full confidence in Rhaegar's abilities.
But the existence outside the Great Wall is unknown, and no one can guarantee safety.
"Your Majesty, you don't have to worry about these little things."
Rhaena put the letter back, picked up the pen to write on it, and said thoughtfully: "The free people are eager for land. We can first boast about the seaport and stabilize the free people and the northerners."
"But we don't have the land we promised, Rhaena?"
Rhaenyra raised her hand to stroke her adopted daughter's long, silky hair, feeling happy that she could share her worries.
"No, we do."
Rhaena's eyes were serious as she wrote: "Daeron has reclaimed a lot of fertile land in the Golden Fields, and free people can sail eastward as long as they wish."
Rhaenyra paused, her mind suddenly opened.
Yes, the land of the Golden Fields is also land.
Why the royal family dares to support the North regardless of the consequences is because it has thousands of miles of fertile golden wilderness at its back.
"Then shall we go to the Great Wall?"
Benila is not interested in government affairs, she just wants to make achievements.
"Let me think about it."
Rhaenyra's purple eyes flickered, she still had a longing for the Great Wall.
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Ancestors Fist Peak, at the foot of the mountain.
Falling snow buried the footprints of the predecessors, and the earth was completely white.
The black boots made a crunching sound as they stepped into the snow puddle.
Rhaegar faced the wind and snow, bent down and picked up a dark arrow.
"It's dragon crystal."
The dragon crystal weapons presented by the children of the forest will be given priority to the expedition team.
"They're right in front."
Rhaegar gripped the arrow tightly and climbed the mountain with a solemn expression.
An inexplicable heat emanates from the whole body, and the falling snow melts, making it impossible to get close.
Every distance you walk, you can find a pothole in the snow.
The pothole is a footprint uncovered by the snow, and there lies a dark arrowhead.
The Son of the Forest gathered around him, looked around at the Fist of the Ancients and looked familiar, and his eyes gradually became serious.
other side.
The top of Fist Peak.
Robb and several Unsullied untied themselves, wielding their pickaxes to dig into the stone.
"Hurry, it's almost here."
The red-nosed savage looked excited and crawled on his knees to push away the frozen soil.
Not long after, they dug out three feet deep on the top of the mountain.
"Okay, stop."
The red-nosed savage shouted loudly, and with his treasured hands, he dug into the hole and took out a rag package.
The fabric was linen dyed black, rough and old.
Robert looked carefully and recognized that it was the black robe specially used by the night watchman.
"Haha, I finally found it."
The red-nosed savage rubbed his hands excitedly and opened the rag package.
The first thing that caught the eye was the dark dragon crystal product.
Various daggers, spearheads, arrowheads...
"What kind of crap is this?"
The red-nosed savage's face darkened and he threw the dragon crystal product aside.
Without any fragmentary objects to cover it, a bone horn was wrapped in black cloth.
The horn is pale in color, three feet long from top to bottom, and has small runes engraved on its surface.
"Horn of Winter!!"
The red-nosed savage's pupils shrank, he picked up the horn with trembling hands, and suddenly raised it above his head.
"Careful, idiot!"
The tall savage slapped the back of his head and reached out to grab the ivory-carved horn.
Upon closer inspection, there was no overall damage.
Just as he was about to put it in his mouth to blow, the mouthpiece was slightly damaged and his movements suddenly froze.
The tall savage had a bad premonition and put the Winter Horn to his ear and shook it.
Blah blah blah...
Inside the empty horn, there was actually the noise of objects colliding.
"What's going on!?"
All the savages looked sideways and crowded around anxiously.
"The horn is broken!"
The tall savage was furious and wanted to throw the horn to the ground.
"I'll give it a try."
The red-nosed savage couldn't believe it, so he snatched it away and played it to his mouth.
A sharp, creaking sound came from the round bell of the horn.
Ding Dian does not have the original rich tone, but instead resembles a child's playing whistle.
"It's bad, it's really bad."
With despair in his eyes, the red-nosed savage fell onto the snow.
Legend has it that the Horn of Winter is the treasure of the children of the forest and giants, and that the gods will covet it as a sacred object.
During the invasion of the First Men, the Children of the Forest used the Horn of Winter to awaken the sleeping giants underground, setting off huge waves and shattering the Arm of Dorne.
Later, during the invasion of the Andals, the Horn of Edom summoned seawater in an attempt to flood the Neck and separate Westeros from the North.
Something went wrong in the middle. The land plate was not damaged, but the seawater submerged a large area of forest.
Creating the Neck that is now a swampy, miasmatic place.
"We're fucked!"
The red-nosed savage was filled with grief and anger, grabbed a ball of snow and threw it: "Without the Horn of Winter, we will never be able to enter the Great Wall, and we will all become dead people controlled by the White Walkers."
