Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The snow on the Great Wall is a little lighter, and the fine snowflakes are flying in the air.

But the north wind still blows from the land of eternal winter, just like the breath of the ice dragon in the legend, it never stops.

The night time has occupied two-thirds of the day, and it is still increasing. I don't know when the sun will never rise again.

Samwell walked alone on the top of the Great Wall, and the solid ice wall under his feet shone blue and white in the sunlight.

On a cloudy day it looks no different from a white rock, and on a dark night it is as inconspicuous as a lump of coal, but on a sunny day, the Great Wall shimmers like crystal, and every crack is lit by the sun, like ice. The sealed rainbow is as brilliant and magnificent.

The lifting iron cage stopped with a creaking sound, and two figures came out.

"What a coincidence, Mance." Samwell smiled at the King Beyond the Wall and his sister-in-law, "and Miss Val."

"Caesar." Mance Rayder greeted indifferently.

A few days ago, after Samwell burned the Horn of Winter in the Great Hall of Castle Black, and forced many wildling leaders to kneel and surrender with great coercion, the King Beyond the Wall still insisted on not kneeling.

However, although he didn't kneel down, he took the initiative to stay on the Great Wall to help the night watchman resist the aliens.

Val also stayed behind.

This "savage princess" is all white, with white wool breeches, bleached high leather boots, a white bear fur cloak draped over her shoulders, and a white sweater made of bone needles inside.

Even her breath is white.

Only the eyes are blue, as bright as stars.

"Caesar, your crow is really dishonest." Val said.

"You mean the Night's Watch? They were rude to you?"

"Someone broke into my tent last night, and I kicked it out." Val patted the long bone dagger on his waist, "Next time someone comes, we will leave some souvenirs."

Samwell laughed and said:

"The next time something like this happens again, I suggest that you eunuch him, so that the oath cannot be broken."

"Good idea!" Val smiled.

I have to say that this wildling princess is really beautiful, and she has a wildness that the young ladies in the southern castle lack. No wonder some night watchmen are so turbulent that it is difficult to control themselves.

"However, if a woman from our free people can be stolen by a man with his strength, he will marry him willingly." Val said, his blue eyes staring at the king in front of him, revealing a provocative hint.

Samwell smiled inwardly.

It's a pity that he is not in the mood to steal a savage princess and come back to warm the bed. It has been too quiet outside the Great Wall these days, and there are no traces of ghosts and ghouls. This strange calm makes him have an ominous premonition.

"Do you think the White Walkers are intelligent?" Samwell changed the subject.

"Should be smarter than some southerners," Val said angrily. It looks very cute.

"The White Walkers do have intelligence," said Mance Rayder. "The Wights are essentially dead, but the White Walkers are not. They are strange, beautiful, elves made of ice, graceful and dangerous."

Samwell rubbed his chin and said:

"If the White Walkers are intelligent and able to think, their actions must have a purpose. So, what is the purpose of the White Walkers going south?"

"What is the purpose of the sun rising in the east and setting in the west?" Val asked, "What is the purpose of the coming of winter when the summer is over?"

"You don't understand me," Samwell explained. "The rising and setting of the sun and the changing seasons are natural phenomena that have no purpose. But intelligent beings are different. Lions hunt to fill their stomachs, and mice dig holes to escape. Natural enemy, then what is the purpose of the aliens going south?"

"Bring cold and death to the world?" Val asked in a guessing tone.

Samwell shrugged, obviously not convinced by this reason.

"For revenge," said Mance Rayder.

"Revenge?" Samwell became a little interested, "White ghosts have enmity with humans?"

"Do you know the origin of the White Walkers?" Mance asked back.

"Someone told me that they are servants of the Cold God." Samwell said, but his tone revealed disapproval and contempt.

"The red-robed witch told you." Mance said, "But the version circulated among the free folk is another version."

The King Beyond the Wall put his hand on the ice wall of the Great Wall, looked towards the misty north, and continued:

"You should know that the children of the forest are the earliest aborigines in Westeros. They have supernatural powers, magic, can communicate with beasts, and like to carve human faces on weirwood and worship them as gods.

More than 10,000 years ago, the ancestors came to Westeros from the Eastern Continent through the unbroken Dorne Arm. They cut down trees, burned the forest, and hunted animals, thus breaking out a war with the nature-loving children of the forest.

And the ghosts, it is said that the children of the forest inserted the dragon crystal dagger into the chest of the ancestors, and then cast magic to create it.

But then the White Walker got out of control and became a threat to all life. The First Men and the Sons of the Forest had to let go of their mutual hatred and signed a peace covenant on Qianmian Islet. Together they drove the White Walker to the land of eternal winter and built The Great Wall of Desperation established the Night Watchman Corps to prevent the White Walkers from making a comeback.

Therefore, the White Walkers are actually the envoys of revenge created by the Children of the Forest. From the beginning of their birth, they have only one purpose, and that is to destroy human beings. "

"I've heard it before." Samwell said, "but I have a question."

"What question?"

"White ghosts are war weapons created by the children of the forest to deal with the ancestors, but obviously, they lost control. In other words, they should have awakened their wisdom before they escaped the control of the children of the forest.

That being the case, the White Walkers should hate the Children of the Forest, right? If you want revenge, you should go to the Children of the Forest. If you want to destroy them, you should, well, this is unnecessary. The Children of the Forest are almost extinct today.

As for humans, there should be no deep hatred with the ghosts. "

Mance Rayder fell silent.

Then Val said, "Maybe they're going home."

"Go home?" Samwell looked at the Savage Princess thoughtfully.

"Yes." Val explained, "If the White Walkers came from the ancestors, then the south of the Great Wall is their hometown. They have accumulated power for thousands of years in the land of eternal winter, perhaps just to break through the Great Wall, go home."

"Go home..." Samwell chewed on this guess, and suddenly showed a strange smile, "Have you ever been to Custer's Fortress?"

Val shook his head: "Although Castor is a free citizen outside the Great Wall, we don't want to associate with him. He provided the night watchman with a foothold, and he also married more than ten wives, many of whom were his own daughters. "

"I have been." Mance said, "Caster is indeed a shameless fellow. Although the free people have no laws and regulations, they will not marry their own daughters. Oh, the gods will never tolerate such behavior. Look, he is dead."

Samwell said: "Then have you noticed that in Custer's fortress, he is the only man."

"He has a strong desire to protect his wives, and he doesn't want to share it with other men." Mance said.

"What about his sons?" Samwell continued to ask.

Only then did Mance realize something was wrong.

Samwell said: "Not long ago, the patrol led by the previous Night Watchman Commander Jeor Mormont landed in Custer's fortress, and a conflict broke out between the two sides. Have you heard about it?"

"Hmm. Someone broke guest rights."

"No, someone snooped on Custer's secret."

"What secret?"

Samwell said: "This guy Custer has more than ten wives. He married a wife after giving birth to a daughter, and gave birth to a son."

"Kill?"

"No, Craster sacrificed his sons to the White Walkers."

Val frowned: "Sacrifice your son to the White Walkers? What?"

"Have you ever thought about how the White Walkers reproduce?" Samwell asked back.

Val reacted immediately:

"Could it be that the White Walkers took Custer's sons and transformed them into White Walkers?"

"It's possible." Mance Rayder nodded, but soon he shook his head and said, "No. Most of the free folk outside the Great Wall are descendants of the ancestors. Why do the White Walkers only want Custer's sons? "

Samwell's tone became deep:

"Mance, do you know Custer's last name?"

Mance Rayder shook his head:

"I only heard that Custer was once the heir of a certain oathbreaker of the Night Watchman, so he has been helping the Night Watchman."

Val looked at the king curiously:

"Do you know Custer's origin?"

Samwell did not answer this question, but turned his head to look south.

Although there is only one Great Wall separated, the north and the south are like two worlds.

"White ghosts were transformed from the ancestors, but maybe not all the ancestors can be transformed into white ghosts." Samwell said, "I am afraid that Custer married his daughter to keep the blood pure."

"Which bloodline?" Val's curiosity grew stronger, "What's Custer's last name?"

"I don't know either." Samwell shook his head, "It's just some speculation."

Thinking of the weirdness in the catacombs of Winterfell, Samwell's heart became heavier.

Then contacting the source of the White Walkers and Val's conjecture about "going home", he became more and more worried about a certain possibility.

Finally, Samwell still spoke:

"Mance, although we have many differences, we are obviously on the same page when it comes to protecting the Great Wall. Therefore, I hope you can send a trustworthy elite army to station near Winterfell. If you find anything abnormal... "

"You don't trust Stark?" Mance reacted almost immediately, "Is Custer a descendant of a certain Stark? The White Walker must have the blood of a Stark to transform?"

Samwell didn't answer.

But his expression already gave the answer.

Mance took a deep breath, carefully considered this possibility, and the expression on his face became serious:

"The Great Wall of Despair was set up to guard against the White Walkers. Judging from their unusually quiet conditions these days, the White Walkers may not be able to forcefully break through this solid ice wall. But if there are their internal agents inside the Great Wall..."

"Ed Stark will not betray me." Samwell said, "The same is true for the living Stark family members. But those dead Starks..."

"What? Can the dead come back to life?" Val said with a smile, but she couldn't laugh anymore.

Isn't it the specialty of the White Walkers to bring the dead back to life.

"I've been to the catacombs of Winterfell." Samwell continued, "The situation there doesn't seem to be very good. It's inconvenient for me to send my men to Winterfell, which will cause the Stark family to misunderstand. So ..."

"That's why you want me to send someone."

"Yes."

Mance snorted softly: "No wonder you arranged for us free folk who don't want to kneel to live in Wolf Forest. It's next to Winterfell, so it's convenient for us to arrange the army to monitor the Stark family, right? "

Samwell nodded in acknowledgment.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements." Mance said, "However, what about your army? You don't just expect the Night's Watch and us free folk to guard the Great Wall, do you?"

"The vanguard is almost here." Samwell said, "They also brought a lot of dragonglass weapons, and they will distribute some to you at that time."

"Okay. What about your real army? I heard that you have gathered 200,000 troops in King's Landing. When will they arrive?"

"It depends on the situation." Samwell said with some helplessness, "The 200,000-strong expedition to the Great Wall consumes too much. Now that winter is coming, food is in short supply. Therefore, unless a war really breaks out on the Great Wall, the two An army of one hundred thousand will not move lightly."

Mance pursed his lips, but then nodded, expressing his understanding:

"Okay. But, since we know that Stark may have a problem, shouldn't the commander-in-chief of the Night Watch be replaced?"

"No." Sam Will said, "I trust Eddard Stark."

Val frowned:

"Trust enough that you can gamble the fate of all mankind?"

Samwell smiled slightly:

"I trust you so much, too."

Val said nothing now, but just stared at the King with those beautiful blue eyes.

At this moment, the lifting iron cage made another sound.

The three of them looked back, and saw Ed Stark, the commander-in-chief of the night watchman whom they were discussing just now, walking over quickly.

Ed also noticed that the three people looked at him strangely, but he didn't ask any more questions, but handed a letter to the king, saying:

"Your Majesty, you have a letter from King's Landing bearing the seal of the King's Hand."

Samwell took the letter, opened it and quickly flipped through it. A smile first appeared on his face, but he frowned again.

Val was curious and couldn't help asking:

"What's wrong?"

"My queen gave me a little princess." Samwell put away the letter.

"That's a good thing." Val laughed.

Mance and Ed also congratulated.

"A dragon egg was born with the princess." Samwell continued, "but it was stolen."

The three of them frowned upon hearing this.

Samwell thought for a while, then said:

"I'm going back to King's Landing. Lord Ed, you will be solely responsible for the defense of the Impassable Great Wall."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Ed replied.

Samwell said again:

"By the way, I hope to bring Bran Stark with me when I return to King's Landing this time. I wonder if it's convenient?"

"Bran?" Ed was stunned for a moment, "What are you going to do with him, Your Majesty?"

"I like Bran very much." Samwell said nonchalantly, "And I think King's Landing may be more suitable for him than the Great Wall."

Ed thought of his crippled son, and understood that the way of chivalry had been closed to him, and perhaps the courtiers were Bran's destination.

So, he bent down and saluted, saying:

"Yes, Your Majesty. It is the honor of the Stark family that Bran can win your favor."