Benjen Stark, Walker Among the White Walkers

"Your Majesty, now that we have captured so many Wights and three White Walkers, haven't we accomplished our goal? That was tens of thousands of Wights. If it were just tens of thousands, I think with your abilities you could certainly defeat them, but these are all White Walkers who are not afraid of death."

Sandor tried to dissuade Jon, hoping he wouldn't have any risky ideas. Knowing Jon as his lord, he was likely about to do something ruthless.

Sandor, worried, looked at Daenys beside him, hoping the old commander would also say a few words.

"Sir Sandor is right, Your Majesty. We have all witnessed the horrors of the Wights and the White Walkers. We must not take such a risk. Only with you here can the Seven Kingdoms possibly unite, is that not the case?" Daenys echoed.

"Your Majesty, the Thenn family will forever obey your will and await your command." Sigorn didn't care what others said; he only knew that Jon was the great benefactor of the House Thenn, and without Jon, the Thenns would not be where they are today.

It's only about twenty or thirty lives of the Thenns.

Since their relocation to the Iron Islands, the survival rate of newborns among the Thenn population has increased by more than half, and it is expected to improve further with the influx of more and more scholars.

A safe living environment, a higher newborn survival rate, and a more abundant food source—they will not forget where all of this came from.

"If only there were dragons, they could burn those sailboats," Jorah chimed in, offering his opinion.

Jaime remained expressionless, letting Jon do whatever he wanted and simply obeying his orders.

Jon knew that charging into the vast army of White Walkers with only a few men was far too reckless.

But the White Walkers' sudden large-scale construction of sailing ships made him uneasy.

Even if the small raft was unlikely to support them on a long journey, those were White Walkers after all, and couldn't be judged by common sense. What if they did something horrific?

Just as Jon was contemplating returning to gather his fleet and army to march north, a Raven suddenly sent him this image—

"A Wights Direwolf is moving in the opposite direction." Because almost all Wights are converging towards Hardhome, its movement in the opposite direction is particularly eye-catching.

But that's not the most eye-catching thing. This guy actually stood up while running!

Jon thought his Raven was seeing things, so he moved even closer.

They really stood up!

This Wights Direwolf does indeed possess the distinctive blue eyes of Wights and White Walkers.

But his behavior is hard to understand.

"Could it be... Wights?"

Jon couldn't figure it out, so he could only continue to observe.

The Wights was still running, and even looked back from time to time.

Suddenly, the Wights werewolf saw a group of Wights approaching from not far away, so it quickly lay down, walked on all fours, and transformed back into its Direwolf form.

No, it wasn't a transformation; Jon clearly saw that the hands lying on the ground were human hands.

The White Walkers, who was the leader of the Wights, saw this strange Wights but paid it no heed.

After all, there are many unclaimed Wights; perhaps its true master is summoning it.

The White Walkers leader paid no heed and continued marching with his Wights toward Hardhome.

After they had gone some distance, the Wights werewolf stood up again and ran wildly south.

"His Majesty?"

At that moment, Jon heard the voices of his subjects again; they were still waiting for Jon's decision.

Jon looked at Sigorn and Jaime and said, "Sigorn Segon, Ser Jaime, a werewolf Wights is approaching us. Take your men and capture him! Use a fishing net, no other weapons!"

"Yes, sir!"

Although they didn't know the meaning of Jon's order, Sigorn and Jaime followed Jon's orders and instructions to find the so-called werewolf Wights.

Jon and his party waited where they were for the werewolf Wights, while the Raven continued to monitor and track it.

At midnight, Sigorn and his group finally encountered the werewolf Wights.

"Stop!"

The werewolf Wights was clearly taken aback when it saw Sigorn and his group.

"Alive, alive, a living person?" The werewolf actually spoke human language! It was just that his speech was a little slurred.

This made Jon even more surprised, since the wolf's head was clearly glowing blue.

"Yes, we were sent by His Majesty Jon."

The werewolf Wights didn't care about His Majesty Jon Snow, and instead revealed his true identity to everyone.

He peeled off his wolf skin, revealing a gaunt human figure underneath!

This action startled Sigorn and the others, and Jaime even drew his sword.

However, the eyes of that gaunt human figure were not the blue that represented death and cold, but gray.

"Stark!" Jaime instinctively curled his lip.

The man spoke, "I am Benjen Stark, Night's Watch's Ranger. Take me back quickly, I have important news to deliver. The White Walkers are building ships; they intend to bypass the Wall!"

After saying that, the man fell straight down.

Sigorn quickly went forward to check.

He knew that Jon had grown up in Winterfell, and since he was Stark, there was a high probability that he was related to Jon by blood.

Sigorn confirmed that the other person was still warm and breathing relatively steadily, so he had him put on a horse and taken back.

As for the Wights Direwolf, it was indeed Wights, but its internal organs had been emptied out; Benjen was simply mingling among the Wights in White Walkers skin.

"It's actually Benjen— "

Jon had been monitoring the situation almost the entire time, never expected to run into Benjen.

This made him very happy, and at the same time, he admired it greatly.

As expected of Benjen!

Not long after, Sigorn brought back Benjen, who had become so thin he was unrecognizable.

After being cared for and given a proper rest, Benjen slowly woke up.

When Benjen woke up and saw a group of figures around him, he instinctively went to defend himself, but when he saw that they were all living people with different colored eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Majesty, Benjen has awakened!"

"Your Majesty? Has Robert arrived?"

Benjen looked at the medic beside him in disbelief. He couldn't believe that a fat man like Robert wouldn't complain endlessly when he came to the Wall.

"Robert? You mean the Usurper? He's dead," Sandor, who was assigned to care for him, said.

"Dead?"

"Yes, he was gored to death by a wild boar," Adam said.

Benjen suddenly realized that the other party was calling Robert the Usurper, and a bad feeling crept into his heart. If Robert was called the Usurper, then the Seven Kingdoms might have already changed hands. In the nearly two years he had been in Severn, he had seen countless White Walkers Wights gather. If the Seven Kingdoms were in chaos now, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Who will be king after that? Joffrey? Please, you must tell me it's Joffrey."

"Yes, Joffrey is right." A man who looked like a knight spoke up, with a golden flower emblem on his chest.

Benjen recognized the House Tyrell crest and breathed a sigh of relief. Since even the Tyrell still recognized Baratheon, things shouldn't get chaotic and the situation wouldn't be too bad. But soon his heart jumped into his throat again.

"However, Joffrey was killed by His Majesty." It was Galleott who spoke.

"Renly? Or Stannis?"

"No, the current emperor is Jon."

"Jon? Which Jon?"

"Benjen (maternal uncle)."

Benjen turned around when he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice, and saw a tall person wearing a black cloak standing beside him.

As soon as the voice rang out, everyone around respectfully stood up, and Benjen quickly straightened his posture as well.

When he saw who it was, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Jon! It's you!"

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