He looked at Lynn on the dragon's back, his lips moved, and he uttered three words.
"I am willing."
His voice was quiet, tinged with a boy's timidity, yet like a stone dropped into stagnant water, it instantly sent a thousand ripples surging outward.
"So am I!"
An old man whose face was covered in scars threw away his broken wooden stick and scrambled to his feet!
"Fight for freedom!"
"We're willing!"
"We all are!"
Cries suppressed for so long converged in that moment into a roar that could shake heaven and earth!
The vast sea of kneeling slaves rose to their feet!
They gazed at the man standing on the dragon's back, and for the first time, a flame called hope burned on their numb, despairing faces!
On the dragon's back, Tyrion and Jorah Mormont watched the slaves below transform from lambs into vicious wolves in an instant, and felt their breath catch.
This was the army they wanted.
An army armed with hatred and freedom!
Lynn said nothing.
He merely gave a gentle wave toward the blue sea of corpses.
Tens of thousands of blue-eyed wights stepped aside in perfect unison, opening a path to the center of the battlefield.
"Go."
Lynn's voice was calm.
"Take back what should have been yours."
The surviving slaves froze for a moment, then understood!
Eyes red, they roared and charged toward the area strewn with the bodies of the slave masters' regular troops!
They stripped the crude leather armor from the corpses and seized the spears and curved swords from their hands!
In just one hour.
An army of tens of thousands of avengers was formed atop mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
Their equipment remained mismatched, their formations crooked.
Yet the killing intent in their eyes was more terrifying