Chapter 679: Tender Moments
Northern Territory, the Wall of Despair.
The wildling army entered the Wall and migrated in a mighty manner.
Black Castle.
In the wide courtyard, the newly promoted night watchmen stepped up their training.
"Hiss!"
A giant topaz-colored dragon crawled outside the castle, shaking its head and roaring in protest.
"Quiet, Syrax."
The dragon keeper wrapped himself in thick clothes, holding a bamboo pole and calling the dragon.
Several charred goats lay in the snow, emitting black smoke.
"Hiss!"
Syrax's pupils were erected in displeasure, and he turned his dragon head like a little girl, curled up on the scorched earth burned by the dragon's flames.
It was November, and the climate in the North was getting more and more severe.
Heavy snow fell day and night, almost submerging the courtyard wall.
The temperature during the day was fine, and every night the well water would freeze, and the bacon hanging on the beams would freeze and crack.
If someone dares to pee outside the door, he needs a stick to break the popsicle.
"Eat, Syrax."
The dragon keeper looked solemn, and kept calling the dragon who did not respond.
No matter what he said, there was no response.
Syrax covered the dragon's head with his wings, and the wide fleshy wings wrapped his body, like a topaz-colored stone ball.
...
Inside the Black Castle, the Night's Watch was busy.
The broken houses needed to be repaired, and the frozen deep wells needed to be roasted.
All kinds of meat were becoming increasingly scarce, leaving only vegetarian food such as radishes and cabbages.
Even so, it was still not enough.
The Night's Watch, the Winter Wolf Army, the Unsullied, the Seven Kingdoms Alliance...
Thousands of troops gathered, and the number of people continued to grow, and the entire North could not afford to support them.
"Your Majesty, this month's supplies have not arrived yet."
Cregan looked embarrassed, and bowed his head respectfully to report.
Sitting in the hall of the Night Watch, Rhaenyra rubbed her bare hands slowly and said solemnly: "Wait a moment, I have sent a raven to ask Maester Tru."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Cregan lowered his head even lower, and caught a glimpse of the queen from the corner of his eye.
Her pretty face was slightly red from the cold, and she exhaled breath while speaking, which floated on her long eyelashes and turned into frost mist.
Even if she wrapped herself tightly in a thick dress, she was still rubbing her hands to keep warm.
Seeing this, Cregan sighed secretly.
The North is too cold.
Even if the royal family provides considerable help, even the key fortress of Castle Black cannot guarantee heating.
Wood is provided to the brothers who keep watch on the Great Wall to prevent them from falling asleep in the cold wind.
Castle Black is like this, and the people in the North can't even imagine it.
As he was talking, a cold wind blew outside.
Boom——
The strong wind mixed with arc-shaped snowflakes hit the wooden window panels of the hall heavily.
The window panels shook violently, revealing a gap that let in sunlight.
The dim hall suddenly lit up, and the people shivered in the cold wind.
Strangely, there seemed to be a trace of ash in the air.
Plop!
Rhaenyra suddenly looked up and stood up from the chair.
"Your Majesty?"
Cregan looked puzzled.
Rhaenyra smiled brightly, not caring about the thick skirt dragging on the ground, and hurriedly trotted out of the hall.
She felt it.
At this time, inside the Great Wall.
Thick dark clouds stretched for thousands of miles, pressing down the Great Wall like a misty mountain.
A thick dragon tail as black as carbon hung down from the clouds, stirring the clouds to gather suddenly.
The night watchman huddled under the parapet of the Great Wall, baking the flames in the brazier.
The flames swayed violently, and the wind blew with strange sounds of ghosts and wolves howling.
"Hiss--"
As soon as he raised his head, the dragon's roar, as loud as thunder, resounded throughout the area of 100 miles, shaking people's eardrums.
In the chaotic dark clouds, a pair of pale green vertical pupils appeared.
"Land, Glutton."
The next second, a familiar voice gave the order.
The huge monster, as huge as a mountain, plunged into the clouds, its wide wings covered the inside and outside of the Great Wall, and the cold wind swept through the night watchmen so that they could not raise their heads.
Boom!
The Glutton landed on the ground, with three pairs of pale curved horns drooping, and dragon wings standing on the ground covering the body.
"Have a good rest, man."
Rhaegar smiled slightly and climbed down the rope ladder on the thick dragon neck.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
Several dragon handlers were outside the Black Castle and hurriedly stepped back to salute.
The huge avalanche caused by the pitch-black dragon almost buried them on the spot.
"Prepare enough livestock for my dragon, it has been very tired recently."
After landing, Rhaegar shook his head, tidied his messy silver hair, and returned to the Black Castle.
The journey took more than a month, from the Fist of the First Men to Hardhome, and from Eastwatch to Castle Black.
The Glutton was exhausted, and he had to bear the wind and snow to protect him.
Rhaegar shook off the snow on his shoulders, and his originally intact black robe had several big holes.
If it weren't for his noble temperament, he really looked like a Night's Watch Ranger who had gone far away from the Wall.
Rhaegar exhaled a breath, thinking that he would take a good bath and have a hot meal later.
Outside the Wall is simply not a place for people to stay, and all kinds of environments are too harsh.
He walked with his head down, and heard footsteps coming from the front.
"Rhaegar!"
The suppressed and excited shout came into his ears, with uncontrollable joy.
Rhaegar was stunned when he heard the voice, and looked up in surprise.
Rhaenyra was at the gate of the courtyard of Castle Black, looking at him with joy on her face.
"Rhaenyra, why are you here?"
Rhaegar was surprised and happy, and unconsciously quickened his pace.
Rhaenyra trotted faster, stepping through the muddy snow and running towards him with open arms.
Rhaegar smiled and came forward to embrace him.
Gradually approaching each other, the two silver-haired and black-clad figures hugged each other tightly.
Rhaenyra was so happy that she choked up when she spoke: "Let me see if you are injured."
The two of them were still hugging each other, and they began to feel the bodies under the black robes, fearing that there were any injuries.
"I'm fine, everything is fine."
Rhaegar chuckled and buried his head in the neck wrapped in the fur hood, clinging tightly.
He was six feet tall at the age of sixteen, and now he is six feet two (188cm) tall.
Rhaenyra was born petite, and in his arms she only reached his chest.
He held her whole body in his arms, and had to bend down slightly to rub his cheek against her hair.
"It's too dangerous outside, I'm glad you're back."
Rhaenyra's eyes were red, and her tender eyes stared closely, and she stretched out her hands to hold the cold and handsome face.
Unable to help herself, she tiptoed and pecked the side of his face quickly.
Ever since the accident of his second son Aemon, the concept of family has been deeply rooted in his heart.
Children go separately. Her feelings for Rhaegar, her heart is all on him.
"No, we're not leaving. Let's face the difficulties together."
Rhaegar smiled gently, and felt the long-lost warm embrace.
It was still so soft, and she wanted to bury her face in it.
"Let's go, I'll prepare something for you to eat."
Rhaenyra's cheeks flushed, and she rolled her eyes and walked back with her arms around her.
"Hiss!"
Syrax's dragon head poked out from the wings, and looked at the driver slowly leaving in surprise.
Turning his head again, the roasted goat in front of him disappeared.
Grunt!
The glutton glanced at it with his green vertical pupils, stretched out his scarlet tongue to lick the dragon kiss, and saliva could not help dripping on the snow.
The snow melted instantly, scorching a piece of withered land.
"Hiss!!"
Syrax was frightened and continued to bury his head and pretend to be an ostrich.
...
The brother and sister returned to the Black Castle and walked into the hall hand in hand.
"Your Majesty."
Beneila came towards them and looked at them with surprise.
Rhaenyla smiled and said, "Beneila, go to the kitchen and tell Elena to prepare food and welcome him."
"Okay, I'll go now."
Beneila did not hesitate and set off with a smile.
There was not much meat in the kitchen, all of which was reserved for the dragons.
But the king's cousin wanted to eat, so of course he had to eat.
When the girl went out, Rhaegar asked curiously, "Didn't Rhaenyla come with you?"
The two sisters have always been inseparable.
Rhaenyla pulled him to sit down, and couldn't get enough of looking at him. She said softly, "Rhaenyla is very talented in management, and she consciously stayed in Winterfell."
Winterfell must be guarded by no one, so as to avoid any trouble in the North.
Rhaenyla is quiet and gentle, and is most suitable for the rear turnover.
Rhaegar nodded and agreed with this.
The North is very cold, and the Wall and other places in the North are another temperature.
Even an adult dragon like Syrax would have a hard time adapting, let alone the sub-adult dragon "Dawn" who was born with deficiencies.
Knock knock knock!
The door knocked at the corner, attracting Rhaegar's attention.
A silver-haired figure stood at the door, looking forward to this side.
A black long skirt covered her legs, light green cuffs covered her arms, and she was wearing a thick dark green fur cloak.
"Helena, you are here too?"
Rhaegar stood up immediately, surprised.
"She came early."
Rhaenyra smiled and raised her eyebrows, loosening her hands from holding her arms.
"Brother."
Helena's eyes were shining, and she took small steps from the corner to approach.
When she learned that her brother was out of the Great Wall, she flew over without stopping.
She had a dream on the way.
I dreamed that a pale figure stood under the Great Wall, commanding countless armies of the dead to attack the Great Wall.
There were also dragons roaring, and hot dragon flames fell from the sky.
And, from an invisible perspective, hot dragon blood splashed on the ground.
Rhaegar stood up and walked forward, not thinking about the problem of Midsummer Hall.
In his eyes, the Seven Kingdoms were not as good as a hug.
Helena was more direct, throwing herself into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest, wishing she could hang her hands and feet on him.
She hugged her drooping neck and bit her lips.
Rhaegar passively accepted it, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up.
After a while, he finally broke free from the koala-like embrace.
Rhaegar sat back in his chair, sandwiched between the two sisters on the left and right.
It is said that a long separation is better than a new marriage, and the squeezed emotions are indeed much hotter.
"Daemon is here too."
Rhaenyra suddenly spoke up and explained the recent situation: "Aegon and Aemond patrolled the various fortresses of the Wall, and Daemon was training the kingdom's coalition army."
Except for the snow-covered mountains in the valley and Dorne far away in the desert, only the Westerly army had not arrived yet.
The army of the Crownland, the Riverlands, the Reach, and the Stormlands has more than 30,000 troops, which is more than the Night's Watch, the Winter Wolves, and the Unsullied combined.
"Daemon in charge of the army can reduce mutual friction."
Rhaegar frowned slightly and also said good news: "Sea Snake leads 3,000 Velaryon troops and aunt Rhaenys to guard Eastwatch by the Sea."
Each of the 18 fortresses on the Wall must be stationed.
Winterwatch is adjacent to the sea, and there are always free people sneaking across by boat.
If the White Walkers can cross the sea, Eastwatch by the Sea must be guarded by the most solid force.
The Velaryon family is very reliable.
"But there are too many fortresses on the Wall, and we are discussing giving up some of them."
Rhaenyra said the idea that had been discussed long ago.
Helena held her chin in her hands and said with hazy eyes: "Castle Black is the main target of the White Walkers' attack. The dead cannot cross the Great Wall."
It's like that in the prophetic picture.
Rega looked around and muttered: "It is right to abandon part of the fortress. Cut it in half and freeze it directly. The remaining troops can be concentrated."
All unnecessary Night Watch fortresses should completely block their exits with ice.
Now that an army of free folk has joined, all the armies of the Great Wall must concentrate their efforts.
One is to fight against the White Walkers, and the other is to intimidate the free people.
Squeak!
While they were chatting, the door to the hall opened.
Benila held a plate of hot food and opened the door sideways.
Behind her, Damon followed with a smile on his face.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw my good nephew sandwiched in Wenwen Township.
As soon as the father and daughter entered the door, some figures squeezed into the hall.
The fat Maester True, the black-armored Gray Worm and the Children of the Forest.
"Children of the forest?"
Damon glanced at it and frowned subconsciously.
The strange and ancient race is not an easy-to-get-together existence in my mind.
Sniff sniff~~
The Son of the Forest approached Damon and wrinkled his nose, then backed away with alert eyes: "You also know blood magic, and you smell like a dragon."
This dragon stench is different from the other dragonborn in Castle Black.
Similar to Rhaegar who seeks to fight the White Walkers, there is a purer pungency.
The threat is also greater.
"Stay away from me, I don't want to step in a brown-green poop."
Damon put his hand on the Dark Sister and walked around arrogantly.
My hands are itching and I want to cut them.
Soon, Rhaegar started to eat without even using a knife and fork, being served by the two sisters.
Helena poured some soup into his mouth, blew on it, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Rhaenyra cut into the roasted mutton and fed it one bite at a time.
Seeing that caring look, the children of Bellon were all moved to tears.
The son of the forest watched for a while, then jumped onto the dining table and shook it with a clank.
Rhaegar looked at her with an evil look.
"We have to find the Heart Tree and the Green Seer!"
The son of the forest looked anxious and said in fear: "I feel it, the coldness of the White Walkers is approaching, and we can't delay it any longer."
Through the weirwood trees outside the Great Wall, through the Green Vision, you can see countless armies of the dead.
The White Walkers are spreading beyond the Great Wall, and it will be too late if we don't look for the Green Seers.
Rhaegar chewed the mutton and slowly took a sip of the soup.
He did not want to accept what the Son of the Forest said.
The Valyrian steel sword can kill the White Walkers, and the dragon's dragon flame can destroy the army of the dead in a large area.
Assuming that the Great Wall cannot be invaded by magic, as long as they do not leave the Great Wall, they can resist the invasion of the White Walkers.
The so-called Heart Tree and Green Seer are both illusory things.
It is far less realistic than the prediction made by the witch Kui Lizard.
Rather than walking out of the Great Wall again, he might be more willing to go to Asshai to find out.
Where there's shadow and magic, it's no surprise that there are ways to fight the White Walkers.
"The number of White Walkers has increased, which proves that the Night King may awaken from the land of eternal winter."
The Son of the Forest was still persuading, and the God muttered: "The Green Seer knows the secrets that the world doesn't know, and we need him."
"Who is the Green Seer?"
Rhaegar was wary and asked what he had been wondering for a long time.
A man, a child of the forest, or a weirwood tree.
"The Green Seer is dead."
The son of the forest made an astonishing statement and changed the topic: "Whoever finds the Heart Tree can become the new Green Seer and lead mankind to fight against the White Walkers."
