Chapter 269 Wake up
It wasn't until the dream world turned into a ball of bizarre fragments that Jon Snow realized it.
It turns out that I have been dreaming.
Then, his heart was tightly grasped by a big hand called fear.
"ah!"
Jon Snow finally woke up from his nightmare and sat up subconsciously.
However, his good brother of the Night's Watch, "Melancholy Eddy", a guy named Addison Tollett, was sticking his head farther away from Jon's face, seeming to study this suddenly sleeping man. What is wrong with the brothers of the Night's Watch?
Then, there was a very dull collision sound, and Addison Tollett was directly knocked unconscious.
Staggering back, Addison Tollett tried to find a place to hold on with both hands, accidentally knocking over the bottles and cans on the table.
He himself tripped over his retreating feet and sat down on the ground.
Shocked by Jon Snow's voice and the movement happening on his side, several Night Watchmen rushed directly into the room.
Originally, everyone was locked in the room at Castle Black due to the snowstorm and had nothing to do. Jon Snow's strange lethargy aroused the interest of many people.
Several guys were on duty for him, so they would react so quickly whenever there was any movement here.
"Eddie, what's going on?"
Ser Alliser Thorne, as the coach of Castle Black, has never believed that Jon Snow is really asleep. He has never been able to deal with this bastard son of the Stark family.
But later, even if he flicked Jon Snow's golden needle with his hand, the latter didn't react at all, not even frowning.
Alliser Thorne had to admit bitterly that Jon Snow was really in a coma.
Nothing happened, the heavy snow closed everything, and he, the head coach of Castle Black, was completely idle.
This is not Harrenhal, there is a hall spacious enough for soldiers to train indoors.
So he volunteered to be Jon Snow's caregiver.
In fact, he was not involved in Jon Snow's care during his coma.
He just likes to see people he doesn't like make a fool of himself.
I originally thought that this kid would never wake up again. However, in just two days, things changed.
Alliser Thorne frowned and walked up, not caring about Addison Tollett who was sitting on the side, his head still buzzing.
He came directly to Jon Snow, who had his eyes wide open and was panting. The look of terror on his face had not faded. He folded his arms and carefully observed the guy who woke up after screaming.
"Hey, Lord Snow, are you... having a nightmare?"
Alliser Thorne asked in an extremely mocking tone.
Jon Snow, who had just woken up from his dream, glanced at his hands in confusion. Hearing Alliser Thorne's words that would have made him angry, he was indifferent.
"Dream……"
"Dream……"
"Dream!"
Jon Snow finally recovered his memory in the dream. In an instant, his face that had just regained some color turned extremely pale in an instant.
He turned his head suddenly and stared directly at Alliser Thorne beside him. It took him about two seconds to realize who it was.
But now, he doesn't care about that much anymore.
So, Addison Tollett, who was covering his head and looking dizzy in front of the ninja, saw that the two guys who were the most difficult to deal with in the past were actually grabbing each other's arms at this time.
Especially that kid Jon Snow, his expression was strange, and his hands seemed to be very forceful.
Are you confused?
You wouldn't recognize that bastard Alliser Thorne as yourself, would you?
The melancholy Eddie thought sourly.
But then, he knew how wrong he was, because his good brother Jon Snow finally spoke out, his first honest words after waking up.
He said:
"Quick, quick! Help me to see the Commander-in-Chief, don't delay, it's urgent!"
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Harrenhal, in the lord's room in King Burning Tower.
A strong medicinal smell, coupled with an unpleasant rotten smell, filled every inch of the air in this spacious room.
The entire remaining northern nobles of Harrenhal, after Theon Greyjoy talked to them last time, all knew that their King, Robb Stark, was lying here, doing death. The fight of life.
Regardless of whether Robb Stark is really capable of commanding these people, at least at this juncture, each of them hopes that Robb Stark can wake up.
If the soldiers could once again see their King in the North, wearing a heavy animal skin cloak, appear on the top of the city of Harrenhal, then the hearts of all the soldiers would return to their stomachs.
Only in this way can the nobles properly direct their soldiers to carry out this desperate defense of the city.
They had long been cut off from the outside world, and all the ravens had been shot down by archers specially arranged by Lannister.
They didn't know if there would be reinforcements, who would lead them, how many there would be, or even if there would be none at all.
Everything is just a beautiful hope, and this hope will slowly turn into an irreversible despair as time goes by.
After struggling in the hospital bed for two months, some important nobles in the north were notified to go to the lord's room in the Burning King Tower.
They knew the final moment had come.
The moment they heard the news, their backs were wet with cold sweat.
They couldn't imagine how long Harrenhal, which had lost the King in the North, and the remnants of the Northern Army, which had lost the King in the North, could last.
Do you really surrender to Tywin Lannister and the Valemen who killed their own relatives?
People in the north don't want to, really don't want to.
However, they still want to live.
Lord Jon Umber was the first to come to the door of the Lord's room in King Burning Tower.
There were no guards at the door.
No one would assassinate Robb Stark at this time.
Moreover, they cannot appear here today, as they have been driven away by Theon Greyjoy long ago.
The door opened with a "squeak".
Lord Jon Umber walked into a spacious room that was five times larger than the lord's room in Winterfell.
At first glance, he saw Theon Greyjoy leaning against the wall, silent, with red eyes and a long beard.
And then, he saw Robb Stark sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a blanket.
Your Majesty is awake!
Jon Amber's heart filled with ecstasy. He originally thought he was here to say goodbye to the king, but he didn't expect that he actually saw an awakened His Majesty the King.
It’s really the gods blessing the North.
However, when he came closer with joy in his heart, his heart couldn't help but thump.
Because the King Robb Stark who woke up in front of him was really different from the King in the North in his memory.
Although sometimes Robb Stark is very impulsive, the youthful spirit is still there.
They, the great nobles of the north, were also happy to hear the young king tell them about his future plans.
Although in many cases it was just gibberish after drinking too much, they liked it because it meant that the king had a thoughtful mind.
The Starks have ruled the North for thousands of years, and no one wants to shake their position.
But now, his breathing was rapid, his eyes were blood red, and his face was pale, more like the snow in the north.
Jon Umber could no longer find even a trace of life in the withered body in front of him.
"His Majesty……"
Jon Amber opened his mouth and only said one word, then he didn't know what to say.
"Ah...it's Lady Amber."
Robb Stark heard the sound and slowly turned his head.
His eyes that were no longer clear showed a tired look, and he glanced at Jon Umber.
Smiling silently.
"His Majesty……"
Jon Umber said again, but was interrupted by Robb Stark shaking his head slightly.
Just listen to the King of the North, who woke up suddenly, but his body was already weak and in a terrible state, slowly speaking:
"Lord Amber, listen to me first, okay?"
These words seemed like a negotiation, but the heaviness in them made Jon Amber dare not refuse.
"Your Majesty, tell me."
Robb Stark smiled.
He originally wanted to point to the seat next to him for the last Earl of Hearth City to sit down, but when he woke up this time, he had already drained the last of his strength.
Now, he didn't even have the strength to lift his arms.
Theon Greyjoy knew what Robb Stark meant.
So I added:
"Sit down, Lord Amber, Your Majesty has something to tell you."
Jon Amber also understood, but his mind was swaying and he didn't react for a moment.
He turned around and nodded to Theon Greyjoy, and then sat down in front of Robb Stark.
He already had a premonition of what Robb Stark was going to say to him.
As Theon Greyjoy exited the room, he slowly closed the door.
The room suddenly fell silent.
In the past, this silence would have lasted for a long time, but now, Robb Stark had no more time or energy.
He must promise to explain everything he needs to explain before he passes out next time.
Some arrangements and some ideas must come to him, the King of the North who is still breathing.
Before he stopped breathing, the crown was still on his head.
Then, it is his responsibility to arrange these things.
"Lord Jon Umber."
"I'm here, Your Majesty."
Robb Stark twitched his lips.
"There's no need for this. We've been serious for too long. Now, I think our conversation can be more relaxed."
"Lord Amber, do you understand the reason why I asked Xion to go out?"
Jon Amber glanced at the tightly closed door and nodded slightly.
By this time, His Majesty Robert's mind had become clearer and he knew that only people from the north were trustworthy.
"I understand, Your Majesty."
"Well, it's good to understand... My body is not ready, but it doesn't matter. The Stark family is not a lone wolf."
"When I return to the embrace of the gods, you must try your best to support me."
"I believe Clay Mandler will organize the counterattack in the north."
"I hope you can hold on until Clay Mandler comes to the rescue."
"I don't want my own death to be seen by that old Tywin Lannister. Can you help me, Lord Jon Umber?"
Robb Stark spoke in a very calm tone when talking about his own death.
Obviously, he already knew the result.
Outside the window, thick clouds and snowflakes finally arrived at Harrenhal.
