White Walker Diplomacy

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Open the city gates! Open city gate one!"

Commander-in-Chief Mormont shouted almost hoarsely, his throat gushing out saliva and thick white mist from his mouth and nose, sounding like a real bear roaring.

Standing on the Wall, he could clearly see a group of cavalrymen galloping down the mountain, while the White Ghost behind them surged like an avalanche.

Even standing atop the city wall hundreds of feet high, Jeor Mormont could feel the rumbling vibrations.

Grenn broke through the ice, opened the door, and the howling wind and snow crashed into his face.

Grenn instinctively turned her head, but her hands didn't stop moving.

"Give it your all!"

"Pull One"

The Night's Night's Watch came to open the city gate exerted all his strength, his face turning bright red.

Although there's a rumor that a silver-haired, purple-eyed Young Griff claims to be Targaryen, it's obvious which king is loyal to the Wall, which king cares about them, and which one is on their side.

If Jon is gone, they might have to face the terrible White Walkers and the Long Night alone.

"Hurry up - hurry up"

Grenn waved and shouted, hoping Jon and the others could hurry up.

Fortunately, although the Wights behind them were relentlessly pursuing them, almost everyone on Jon's side was on horseback, or at the very least, on a sled.

About three to five minutes later, knights and sleds pulling Wights roared through the city gate, kicking up clouds of dirty snow.

Grenn was momentarily overwhelmed by the sight of the Wights loaded onto the sleds like prey.

Sandor breathed a slight sigh of relief as he watched the sleds pulling the Wights almost reach the back of the city walls.

He searched everywhere for Jon, but couldn't find him anywhere.

Just then, Jeor Mormont ran down from the city wall.

"Where is His Majesty Jon?" Jeor Mormont asked.

"I'm looking for it."

"Looking for him? What are you good for? As his personal guard, how could you let His Majesty out of your sight? Even an ordinary servant wouldn't make such a mistake!"

"I—" Sandor opened his mouth to defend himself but only felt ashamed. So he widened his eyes and searched even harder for Jon's shadow.

"His Majesty."

Sandor caught a glimpse of a white shadow in his sight—it was Jon's armor!

Sandor immediately sensed something was wrong; the person wearing the armor was noticeably thin.

What's going on?

When he reached the armored man, he discovered that beneath him was a red-haired woman.

It was Ygritte.

Why are you wearing His Majesty's armor? Where is His Majesty?

"His Majesty said I was lighter, so he had me wear his armor and run ahead so you could go back first, while he would bring up the rear."

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Is the king behind the palace?

Jeor Mormont and Sandor felt a wave of dizziness and hurriedly returned to the city gate.

At that moment, at the city gate Grenn saw a skilled archer dressed in black robes continuously reaping the lives of Wights.

The man shot arrows one by one, targeting horses or other mounts rather than people, eliminating the White Walkers who tried to break into the ranks one by one.

"What excellent Archery!" Grenn cheered for the archer with shining eyes, only to see several cavalrymen gallop past him, heading straight for the man, the dirty snow kicked up by their hooves even reaching their mouths.

Upon closer inspection, Grenn recognized the others but not the others, he spotted Commander-in-Chief Mormont.

"His Majesty-

His Majesty?"

Grenn turned to look at the sharpshooter, completely stunned. Grenn:???

Thanks to Jon's efforts, the remaining men and caravans all made it across the Wall.

As for the others, they naturally advised him against doing such a dangerous thing again.

Jon readily agreed.

Upon returning to the Wall, Jeor Mormont naturally learned what Jon and his men had done beyond the Beyond the Wall, and he was quite shocked.

Although he had long suspected that the White Walkers were not mindless beasts, their ability to use readily available materials to make tools was still hard for him to imagine.

In the room, Jon recounted what had happened.

Under the leadership of Commander Daenys, all the senior Night's Night's Watch carried out the near-certain death mission.

The Night King's raft was about 70-80% destroyed by fire.

Tens of thousands of Wights and even White Walkers perished in the flames, while others fell directly into the sea, where they were devoured by the fish.

"Benjen and his men were excellent, Ser Daenys was excellent, and so were the Night's Watch brothers," the Commander-in-Chief said with great regret, then looked at his good-for-nothing son.

"Why don't you just die there! With those truly noble people?!" Jeor Mormont yelled, pointing his finger at Jorah's nose.

Jorah lowered his head and remained silent, his face filled with shame and inner turmoil.

He knew he had let his father down, but he couldn't let go of his Dragon Queen.

Alliser, who was standing nearby, also found Jeor Mormont's reprimands very harsh and simply turned her head away.

Jon didn't let him continue his outburst, but instead changed the subject.

The Night King's raft was mostly burned, and he was clearly furious, mobilizing almost all his forces to wipe out Benjen and Jaime.

However, this also gave Jon an opportunity. A large number of unclaimed Wights were easily captured. In addition to the original three-headed White Walkers, more than 240 human Wights and animal Wights were captured in total.

"Now that we have captured enough Wights, I shall leave the Wall, Sir Mormont. The Wall is in your care."

"Your Majesty, rest assured, as long as I live, I will not allow the White Walkers to cross the Wall," Jeor Mormont assured Jon, patting his chest.

Jon nodded and pointed to Jorah beside him, saying, "Actually, it was I who wanted Ser Jorah to stay."

Seeing Jon clearing a path for him, Jorah was visibly astonished. Jon looked at him and continued, "Ser Jorah, I need you to take thirty Wights to Slaver's Bay, New Ghis, Volantis, and Qarth. You must let them see these Wights. I believe that once they see these horrible monsters, they will no longer plot to attack Slaver's Bay, and your Dragon Queen will be safe."

"Understood, Your Majesty." Jorah nodded, noticing his father glaring at him, and finally added the title "Your Majesty."

With Jon's endorsement, he could say he had fulfilled both his loyalty to the country and his filial duty.

In fact, he had already accepted Jon. Jon had just covered their retreat as king, which had earned him his respect. He just hadn't quite come to terms with it yet.

Compared to the Imp Tyrion, who was still plotting to reclaim Casterly Rock, Jorah not only didn't want to return to Westeros, but he also had no face to return to Westeros.

Without the threat of the Iron Islands, Bear Island is in no danger. Jon seems to take good care of Bear Island; having spent so many years in the Free Cities, he must know the significance of a prosperous port to a family.

He was prepared to spend the rest of his life serving Daenerys and never return.

Robert.

"His Majesty."

"You've been with me for so long, and you performed very well in this operation. I order you to take five Wights to the Riverlands. We still have some time; let's have the lord there plant as much food as possible."

"Yes, sir."

"Giles, take ten White Walkers back to the Reach."

"Um."

"Sir Leo Lefford, take ten heads to Dorne."

Jon's attitude towards Dorne was similar to his attitude towards the Free Cities. If they thought that being located in the southernmost part of Westeros meant they could use the North as a human shield, then he wouldn't be polite either.

Although he was called a "lazy person" when he was a scholar, his spirit and energy changed completely after he joined the army and received a fief.

He was a talent that Jon himself discovered, and he was very easy to use.

"Gentlemen, we went through so much trouble to capture these White Walkers in order to better unite everyone in Westeros. After we bring these White Walkers back, we must be extremely vigilant. We must make sure that at least three people are watching them closely at all times. After demonstrating them to the lords from all over the land, we must immediately burn these monsters to ashes. Do you understand?"

"Clear!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Besides the Seven Kingdoms and Slaver's Bay, the Free Cities were also indispensable. As for Alliser, it was clear that she was very conflicted when Daenys and Benjen decided to die, and she felt somewhat guilty. However, to put it bluntly, she was not very capable and was not a suitable diplomatic talent.

Fortunately, Wylis Manderly should have already gone to Braavos with the Iron Bank's messenger not long ago, so it shouldn't be a problem to have Alliser take the Wights there to help out.

"Tell Sealord that I will repay the loan, but supporting Westeros is their obligation. We are fighting for all humanity, so it's aid, not a loan. They need to provide support voluntarily, otherwise we'll all die together. If we go to hell, we'll take them with us."

Jon's grim expression sent a chill down Alliser's spine.

This kind of aggressive, suicidal attitude is truly terrifying.

I was the one who gave him the title "Lord Snow".

"His Majesty is the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, he won't care," Alliser reassured herself.

He began to recall Jon's past war experiences, his repeated risky maneuvers, and his resounding victories.

Alliser believed that with these Wights, Young Griff would be unable to gain the help of the Free Cities. It was impossible for one nation to fight against the power of five.

Even if they can't break through the Blood Gate, Jon has a powerful fleet, and he can easily find a way to land and fight his way through bit by bit.

The only variable is Braavos's supposedly invincible fleet.

If they can persuade Sealord not to send troops, the Vale nobles have no reason to be buried with the Young Griff.

The day when the Seven Kingdoms are reunited is not far off.