Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

After midnight, the wind and snow finally died down.

A full moon poked its head out from behind the clouds and shone on the Great Wall of Desperation.

This ice wall, which seems to separate the two worlds, shimmers with a faint blue light under the moonlight, which is beautiful.

Robb Stark slipped cautiously into the stable, disturbing the sleeping horses.

He was startled, and hurried forward to appease the horse.

The cold wind whispered in the stables, like a cold and dead air blowing into your face.

Robb observed for a while, and seeing that no other night watchmen were disturbed, he tiptoed out leading a horse.

Although Castle Black has the name of a castle, it actually has only one wall—the Great Wall of Desperation.

The remaining three sides are undefended.

The Night's Watch's enemies have always been in the north, and only on the Great Wall will there be people on duty.

Therefore, it is also convenient for Robb to leave secretly in the dark.

One man and one horse galloped along the winding King's Road, and the moonlight sprinkled the nearby hills into a silvery white.

Robb slowed as the last lights of Castle Black faded behind him.

After walking for a while, flickering lights appeared on both sides of the road ahead.

Robb knew it was Mole's Village.

He urged the horses into the village, only to hear a dog barking, and a few donkeys braying from the stable, other than that, the village was silent.

There are a few small fires shining through the closed windows, and dozens of tents with strange shapes have been set up outside the village. They are the tents of the savages going south.

In fact, Mole Village is much bigger than it looks on the surface, and at least three-quarters of the village is located underground.

At a place so close to the Great Wall, it is obvious that the underground is warmer than the snow-ravaged ground.

The cellars are connected to each other through intricate tunnels, forming this weird underground village.

Of course, Mole Village is more famous for the small wooden houses with red lanterns hanging, which is where the night watchmen come to "digging for treasure".

Although the night watchmen swore not to marry wives or have children, at least there is no explicit rule that they should not be close to women, and people always have desires that need to be resolved. would interfere too much.

Robb got off his horse and walked in the village, wondering how many brothers in black were digging treasures below tonight.

In front of a cabin, he stopped and knocked lightly on the door.

"Who?" A weak female voice sounded.

"It's me," said Robb.

The room was quiet for a while, and then the footsteps gradually approached.

With a creak, the wooden door opened.

Under the dim light, a thin woman wearing an old cloak poked her head out, glanced at the man with a pair of innocent brown eyes, and said:

"Come in, keep your voice down, the child just fell asleep."

Robb entered the room and closed the door softly again.

The woman had returned to the bedside to tend to the swaddling baby.

"I've already made arrangements." Robb said, "Tomorrow, the supply convoy will pass through Mole Village on its return journey. Then you will follow them to Winterfell."

He stepped forward and stuffed a letter into the girl's hand:

"Give this letter to Mrs. Caitlin, and she will arrange for you mother and child."

"And you?" asked the girl, "won't you come with us?"

"I swore it." Robb pulled out an ugly smile.

Of course he wanted to go with the girl, back to Winterfell, the place he dreamed of every day.

In the dream, he could clearly see the appearance of Winterfell, as if he had just left yesterday.

The towering marble walls, the fragrant castle hall, the direwolves running around, my father's study, and his own bedroom.

How he wanted to see his sisters Sansa and Arya laugh again, eat a beef and bacon pie made by his mother, Lady Catelyn, and hear Old Nan tell stories about the children of the forest and the White Walkers.

But unfortunately, he couldn't leave the Great Wall of Desperation.

Not only because of the oath, but also because he is the eldest son of the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.

If he defected, it would be a fatal blow to his father's prestige.

"You can rest assured that my mother will not discriminate against you because you are a wildling. Your children will also be taken care of." Robb added, "And I promise, I will visit you in the future."

But this obviously can't make the girl happy.

However, she didn't say much, just nodded silently.

The thin face was hidden in the shadows, and the expression could not be seen clearly.

"I'm leaving," Robb said before he regretted it.

Before going out, he looked back one last time, and saw the tearful face.

This almost made him change his mind, but the responsibilities and obligations made him decide to leave.

"I made a mistake, but I can't continue to be wrong," Robb told himself softly.

Then he left the cabin behind without looking back.

When he left Mole Village, he suddenly heard the crisp sound of horseshoes coming from the north.

Robb narrowed his eyes, and by the cold moonlight, he recognized the person—

"Kingslayer" Jaime Lannister!

The two passed each other on the road at the entrance of the village, glanced at each other, but did not say hello.

Robb suddenly remembered that the supply convoy brought news that the former Queen Mother of the Seven Kingdoms, Lady Cersei of the Lannister family, seemed to have been escorted to Mole Village.

No wonder the Kingslayer came running in such a hurry.

Robb was thinking about what it would be like for the notorious siblings to meet, whether they would defect, and so on, completely ignoring the road ahead.

When he found a person standing in the middle of the road, it was too late to stop the horse.

"Get out of the way!" Robb yelled anxiously.

But the man didn't dodge or avoid it, as if he was frightened stupid.

At the last moment when the horse and the horse were about to collide, Robb used all his strength to control the horse and jumped away.

However, the war horse deviated from the road, staggered a few times on the snow-covered mud, and fell to the ground.

Robb got up from the ground, patted the snow on his body, and quickly looked back:

"Are you OK?"

The man didn't answer.

Robb first raised the horse, and after comforting him, he stepped forward and asked:

"Are you a northerner or a savage? Why are you here alone? Do you need help?"

The man still didn't answer, just watched Robb quietly with ice blue eyes.

"Hey? You won't be scared dumb, will you?" Robb walked closer, only to find that the man's skin was as pale as the moon, and he was wearing armor as hard as ice, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

But the man's face... Robb always felt a little familiar.

I seem to have seen it somewhere...

The next moment, Robb was struck by lightning.

He finally remembered that he had seen this face in the crypt beneath Winterfell!

"You are..." As soon as he spoke, he felt a terrifying chill sweeping over, as if it could freeze everything.

Robb froze as a last thought flashed through his mind—

The former King of Winter actually climbed out of the grave and stood in front of him...

Kaka——

Robb regained his freedom of movement, but his eyes had turned blue, like ice, like stars.

He climbed on his horse and galloped towards Castle Black under the cover of night.

...

Mole Village.

In a warm room underground, Cersei Lannister lay on a broad bare chest, her face flushed after intense exercise.

"Tell me, why do they call you 'Giant Buster'? Did you ever kill a giant?"

"Of course! Is this false?" Tormund said carelessly, "How can you question a strong man like me?"

Cersei poured a glass of wine, brought it to the man's mouth, and said courteously:

"Tell me about your legend."

Tormund drank it down in one gulp, a faint blush appeared on his face:

"That was last winter. I was a kid and a fool. I ran too far and the horse died and the storm hit, ha! I knew I'd freeze to death before the storm died down. So I found a sleeping giant, cut open her belly, and crawled inside.

Her insides were indeed warm, but it was so smelly that it nearly suffocated me to death. Worst of all, when spring came, she woke up and thought I was her child.

Before I tried my best to escape, she fed me milk for three full months!

Haha, sometimes I miss the taste of giant milk. "

Cersei wondered, "Then when did you kill her?"

Tormund seemed to realize that he had slipped his tongue, and was suddenly a little embarrassed.

"Actually didn't kill her." He coughed a few times, "But you must not spread this word! Giant Buster Tormund sounds much better than Giant Baby Tormund."

"Okay." Cersei glanced at a strangely shaped black and gold horn placed beside the bed, and asked pretendingly, "So, your other nickname? I heard someone call you 'The Trumpeter'. "

"Are all women so curious?" Tormund muttered, but when he saw the woman offering the spirits graciously, he took it with a smile and drank it down.

"Actually, it's because I'm good at playing the horn." Tormund slapped his chest loudly, "I can even play the tuba specially used by giants."

Cersei pointed to the black and gold horn beside the bed, and said:

"Isn't this the giant's horn? It's so small."

"Of course this is not a giant's horn. But it is no ordinary horn."

Cersei suddenly became interested: "Why is it unusual?"

Tormund hesitated for a moment before lowering his voice and said:

"Let me tell you, this is the legendary Horn of Winter. Mance Leighton handed it to me. Don't tell anyone."

There was a shimmer in Cersei's emerald green eyes, and her heart was pounding, but she still looked calm on the surface:

"The Horn of Winter? The legendary horn that can collapse the Great Wall just by blowing it? Doesn't it mean that the real Horn of Winter has already been burned by Caesar?"

"That's a fake." Tormund whispered, "The real horn has always been hidden with me. Mance Leighton is not stupid, of course he knows that this is the only bargaining chip that the wildlings can make Caesar afraid of. How could it be?" Always take it with you.

He told me that if Caesar didn't keep his promise, he would blow the horn and let the Great Wall collapse, and everyone would be buried together. "

The light in Cersei's eyes became brighter and fiercer, and just as she was about to ask further questions, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open with a bang.

"Cersei! Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!"

"Who the hell are you!" Tormund jumped up from the bed suddenly, and grabbed his long ax without thinking about putting on his clothes.

"Jaime!" Cersei recognized her younger brother, and hurriedly put the sheet on her body, "Why are you here?"

"I'll take you away!" Jaime pointed at Tormund with the only remaining sword in his hand, threatening, "Tormund, get away! Don't touch my sister! Or I'll kill you!"

Tormund was about to rush up to deal with this arrogant crow, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he stopped in his tracks and turned back to Cersei and asked:

"Is this kid your brother?"

Cersei nodded.

Tormund immediately put away the axe, with a smile on his face:

"Hey, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding. James, right? I really like your sister, don't you southerners all want to get married, don't worry, I will marry her. When the time comes, give birth to a few fat boys..."

Unexpectedly, Jamie rushed up with the sword, like crazy:

"I kill you!"

Tormund seemed to really like Cersei, and he didn't dare to fight back, but just defended, and at the same time kept persuading him.

Unexpectedly, the more James listened, the more angry he became, and he didn't mean to stop at all.

Until Cersei let out a roar:

"enough!"

The two men gave up temporarily.

"Tormund, you go out first, I'll talk to James."

"Okay." Tormund shrugged, picked up his clothes, and left the room with the long ax on his shoulder.

James immediately stepped forward and took his sister's hand:

"Cersei, don't be afraid, I'll take you away!"

But Cersei broke free from her younger brother and asked back:

"Where are you going?"

"Back to Casterly Rock!"

"Casterly Rock?" Cersei sneered, "You are still as brainless as before. Casterly Rock is no longer ours."

"Tyrion is now Lord of Casterly Rock, and he will..."

"He'll hand us over to Caesar," Cersei said firmly.

"No!" Jaime shook his head. "Tyrion won't do that. He'll take care of us."

"You are such an idiot!" Cersei curled her lips in disdain, and ignored her younger brother, but came to the bed, picked up the horn left by Tormund, showed it to her younger brother, and asked, "You know What is this?"

"What?"

"Horn of Winter."

"Impossible." James retorted immediately, "The Horn of Winter has already been burned by Caesar."

"The one that was burned is fake, and this one is real."

"Who told you that?"

"Tormund."

"That wild man?" James said disdainfully. "If it was the real Horn of Winter, he would have forgotten to take it away? And haven't you heard of Tormund's nickname? They call him Blowjob."

"How do you know if you don't try." Cersei stroked the horn, her eyes flickering with madness.

James frowned:

"Are you trying to blow down the Great Wall?"

"Why not?" Cersei said, "That's the only way Caesar can ignore us! Maybe he'll die at the hands of the White Walkers, ha! Then we've got our revenge!"

"But thousands of innocent people will also die as a result."

"So what?" Cersei curled her lips in disdain, "You don't think revenge doesn't require death?"

As she spoke, she ignored her younger brother, put the horn to her mouth, and blew it vigorously.

James hesitated, but didn't stop.

After all, in his opinion, this horn must be fake.

woo woo woo——

The low-pitched horn sounded, passed through wooden walls, mud, wind and snow, and clouds, and echoed in the dark night sky.

Tormund outside the door was slightly taken aback when he heard the voice, but then he curled his lips and said to himself:

"She is really a crazy woman. But she is also a stupid woman, and she still plays a false name..."

Before he could finish speaking, he staggered suddenly and fell to the ground.

The whole basement was shaking, as if there had been an earthquake.

Tormund quickly climbed out of the ground, and before he could catch his breath, he suddenly called out sharply:

"The Great Wall has fallen! The Great Wall has fallen!"

The voice was full of boundless fear, echoing in the cold night wind.

Tormund looked north, in the darkness, at the distant horizon, it seemed that something was really collapsing!

The Great Wall fell?

How can it be!

He opened his mouth to speak, but the cold wind from the north blocked all the words in his throat.

This kind of chill had never been felt since he went south from the land of eternal winter and entered the Great Wall.

At this moment, Tormund's heart was filled with absurdity and fear.

The Great Wall really fell down!