If the Long Night truly reached the Vale and the Riverlands, it would become a problem for all humanity.
By then, even the Free Cities at higher latitudes, such as Braavos and Lorath, would be forced to join this war-a war for all humanity.
The arrangements for the war in the North had now changed: the Night's Watch and Mance Rayder held the Wall, the Starks commanded the eastern army behind Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, Randyll commanded the western army behind the Shadow Tower, and Gendry commanded the central army behind Castle Black. When Gendry was absent, Ser Barristan Selmy and Bronze Yohn took command.
As for the most elite force, the Storm Knights, the Hound generally led them out to cut people down.
They're practically all strategic masters of one sort or another. I couldn't find better people. Gendry considered his deployment. Nearly all these commanders were prominent figures with seniority and experience.
Randyll, Stark, the Red Viper, Barristan, and others like them. Bronze Yohn counted too, though his approach to warfare was traditional and could only be called sound and conventional.
Only among the younger ranks did it come down to the younger generation, such as Rosso Brune, Anguy, and Jon.
"Everyone, though this war is cruel, I believe we will surely win the final victory," Gendry promised. Cruel as the fighting was, encouragement still had to be given.
It was hardly an empty promise, either. It was just uncertain when victory would come.
"King of all humanity!"
"King!"
"Dragon King!"
"Dragon King!"
"King of humanity!"
Titles such as King in the North, King of the Vale, and King of Casterly Rock held little weight beside the great honor of being king of humanity.
The hall erupted with voices as everyone shouted at once.
King of all humanity was an all-encompassing