Slaughter Experiment
The snow in Winterfell had grown several inches thicker, but in the past few days, all the lords of the North had arrived in person after being summoned by Robb.
Robb's original order was that he should come himself if possible, or send a trusted confidant if he couldn't, because Jon had captured Wights on the Wall.
This left the North nobles in disbelief, and Jon and Robb jointly confirmed that the White Walkers were indeed true.
Except for those who were truly unable to leave, almost everyone came, including Roose Bolton, who also arrived in Winterfell.
It's worth mentioning that Roose Bolton had already married a woman from the House Frey, and as for Ramsay, he had personally executed him because he had discovered substantial evidence that Ramsay had poisoned his eldest son.
It was a secret execution, of course.
To clear a road, Winterfell's servants even used special tools to carve the snow like a terrarium!
Inside the great hall of Winterfell, the fire crackled and popped as the lords arrived, and in the center of the hall stood a huge cage.
The cage was covered with canvas, and inhuman growls could be heard coming from inside from time to time.
A burly nobleman approached the cage and asked, "Your Highness, is this the White Ghost?"
The speaker was none other than Greatjon. Although Last Hearth was closest to the Wall, it was located near the eastern half of the Wall, and Jon had left from the Milkwater Port in the west.
"Yes, His Majesty led his men to capture him."
Not far away, Roose Bolton narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself, "This tastes so familiar."
Robb turned to Robert Frey, who was in charge of the escort, "Sir House Frey, let's begin."
"Yes, sir."
Robert Frey ripped open the canvas, and the Wights, which had been groaning, suddenly roared excitedly.
They sensed the light, temperature, and the presence of living people around them, and began to howl as they gripped the cage bars.
Greatjon, who was closest to the cage, was startled by the hideous monster and stumbled back several steps. If his stronger son hadn't helped him up, he might have fallen on his backside.
Oh, and by the way, Greatjon's son is also named Jon.
"Gods!"
"Seven Hells!"
"What kind of monster is this?!"
Gasps of surprise rose and fell among the crowd. To make the demonstration more effective, Jon did not amputate the Wights' limbs, but only broke their joints, forcing them to crawl.
Roose Bolton's face was already pale, but it turned even paler after seeing these Wights.
Compared to others, he could barely be described as remaining expressionless.
Robert Frey felt a strange sense of pride seeing the reactions of the North lords.
He looked in Robb's direction, where Catelyn and Jeyne were sitting together.
"Your Highness, Lady Catelyn, Lady Jeyne, Your Excellencies, these are the legendary Wights, also known as the White Ghost. However, it's inaccurate to simply refer to them as White Ghost. Wights obey the commands of the White Walkers and are created after being killed by White Walkers."
Robert Frey picked up a long steel spear and said, "Please take a look."
He thrust his spear hard into one of the Wights, piercing its lower back, but the Wights didn't even cry out in pain; it only let out an even more piercing roar at him.
"Ordinary weapons are extremely ineffective against these monsters. If it's their limbs, only breaking their joints will be effective; if it's their torso, only cutting their spine will be effective. However, these methods only weaken their mobility and cannot kill them outright."
Then Robert Frey pulled out his spear, leaving a dark hole where it had pierced the ground, but the crowd craning their necks saw no blood flowing out.
Let me see.
Greatjon snatched the spear from Robert Frey's hand and found that there wasn't a drop of blood on the spearhead.
Jeyne, who was also watching, was a little scared and unconsciously moved closer to Robb.
"However, if we can cut off or smash these guys' heads, we can kill them outright," Robert Frey added from the side.
"I'll give it a try."
Greatjon picked up his spear and eagerly plucked out the largest head from among the Wights, then plunged it in like he was fishing.
puff-
With a muffled thud, the gleaming spearhead pierced the Wights's skull, and the struggling Wights immediately ceased to move.
"This thing doesn't need to eat or drink, isn't afraid of the cold, won't it get sick?" Meiqi Saiwen asked, looking quite wary.
"Whether it will get sick is unclear, but it certainly won't need to eat or drink and won't be afraid of the cold," Robert replied casually.
"But to kill them, you have to cut off or smash their heads, which means our bows and arrows are basically useless, right? And that requires a lot of strength from the soldiers too," Roose Bolton asked. His concerns were not unfounded, after all, the skull is the hardest part of the skull, whether it's a human or an animal.
"Of course not, we can use Dragonglass weapons."
Some people, sensing his apparent confidence in defeating the White Walkers, became curious and expectant.
Meanwhile, in the Riverlands, Edmure Tully was taking a Dragonglass Arrow and nocking it at Wights tied to a target.
Swoosh-
The Dragonglass Arrow left a black afterimage before finally embedding itself in the Wights's shoulder.
The Wights that had been shot in the shoulder let out a scream-like howl, its struggles becoming increasingly violent, the chains binding it almost digging into its flesh.
"My lord, we need to shoot the Wights's torso," Giles said from the side.
"I... I know, I'm just trying."
Edmure awkwardly tried to cover up his mistake; he had actually aimed for the head, but with so many people watching, he was worried that he might miss and embarrass himself terribly.
"Sir, may I try?"
Lyman Darry stepped forward and spoke.
Edmure glanced at Lyman sideways. Compared to when he crowned Robb King, Lin Man had grown considerably taller, and even a small ring of downy hair had started to grow on his upper lip.
"Um."
Edmure calmly agreed and handed the bow and arrows to Lyman.
Over the past two years, Lyman has gradually matured into a qualified noblewoman.
Jon personally oversaw his upbringing, and the two corresponded more than twenty times.
Lyman felt that Jon had paid a lot of attention to her, so she became more and more diligent in her studies and martial arts training, and her growth rate was very fast.
About six months ago, his other bastard cousin Monde Darry, also left the Riverlands for a large fief that Jon had prepared for him in the Iron Islands.
Lyman took the bow and arrow, holding her breath and concentrating.
The bowstring made a thunderous sound as the Dragonglass Arrow pierced the Wights's head, drawing cheers from the surrounding Riverlands nobles.
The same situation is happening in the Reach.
Having already tested the destructive power of decapitation and Dragonglass weapons, they now set ablaze, demonstrating to the Reach nobles how to use fire to annihilate Wights.
Thick smoke billowed out, and even though the Wights were engulfed in flames, they continued to struggle. Those with good eyesight could even see flames leaping out of the Wights ' mouths and noses.
"Temperature," Willas began.
"What?" asked the scholar beside him.
"I think temperature also affects these Wights. If what Jon said is true, ordinary weapons need to shatter the joints and spine of Wights to partially or completely incapacitate it. But look at that Wights, its body is still intact, but it's not moving. I think temperature might be able to kill these monsters too."
"I can see things very clearly, "Willas said.
The scholar standing nearby seemed to be deep in thought, while Willas had already figured out how to verify his guess.
"Didn't Jon invent steamed bread? Let's get a big pot and see if we can steam these monsters to death."
Willas commanded with great interest.
And in Dorne, even further away, the Wights were finally delivered.
Under Oberyn's supervision, the Dornishmen also conducted various experiments on the bodies of Wights, even more cruel ones.
Amory Lorch, who killed Princess Rhaenys, has met his final mission.
After two years of torment, he had become emaciated, his eyes sunken and his body bony.
Several soldiers supported him and pushed him into the deep pit.
Amory felt a chill run down his spine after just one glance.
The pit was filled with Wights whose mouths opened and closed, waving their hands as if to drag him into hell.
"No—no—please, have mercy—have mercy—I'm willing to spend the rest of my life repenting before Princess Rhaenys, please, no—"
Oberyn coldly pushed him into the pit, and the Wights swarmed over him.
The screams from the pit quickly subsided.
He turned to look at Leo Lefford, who had come on orders, and flashed his white teeth.
"Let's see how long it takes for someone bitten to death to turn into Wights."
Despite knowing about the feud between the Amory and House Martell, Leo Lefford was still terrified by Oberyn's ruthlessness.
"As you wish, Your Highness."
After a while, the Wights gradually dispersed, and Amory's face, neck, chest, and thighs were already covered in blood and gore.
At that moment, Oberyn suddenly asked, "Where is His Majesty Jon Snow now?"
"Your Highness, His Majesty Jon has taken some Wights to the Blood Gate, intending to personally demonstrate to them the horrors of the Wights."
What if Young Griff still refuse to truce? Or what if they use the truce only to fight Jon for the Iron Throne?
Oberyn looked at the corpse in the pit, but Amory's body remained motionless.
"Then even if Young Griff was real, he's become a fake."
How so?
"One is a king who stood up for the kingdom in its time of crisis, the other is someone who guarded himself in the face of danger. Needless to say, Your Highness, who would you choose?"
Oberyn smiled, acknowledging Leo Lefford's statement.
Jon embarks on another adventure, but the rewards are incredibly rich.
Now, not to mention Young Griff, even Dorne has to send troops and provide some material support.
Otherwise, if victory comes in the future, the Dornishmen will inevitably be morally inferior.