Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Finally, Hearth is the castle of House Umber in the North, and besides the castle of the Night's Watch on the Wall, the northernmost castle in the Seven Kingdoms.

"My lord can see you now, bastard."

Facing the scorn of the knights of the Umber family, Jon Snow was unmoved and just strode into the hall.

In the past, he was very sensitive to the title of illegitimate child, but since he learned his true life experience, Jon was relieved.

What's more, now that the situation is urgent, he has no time to bother with the Amber family about these minutiae.

The walls, floor, and ceiling in the hall are all made of thick wooden boards, depicting the icy and snowy scenery of the north. The most conspicuous thing is a roaring brown-haired giant holding a broken silver chain and wearing a gray animal hide , Exuding a very oppressive atmosphere.

This is the coat of arms of House Umber.

On the high platform in the center of the hall, a tall, muscular old man was sitting on a chair. He had a rosy face and a messy beard. He had a piece of dragon crystal stuffed in his left eye socket, and he looked quite terrifying.

Jon knew that this person was the acting castellan of Last Hearth City——

Ser Morse Umber "Crow Eater."

Since the lord of this place, Earl Jon Amber, is leading the army in King's Landing at this time, Sir Morse, as the earl's uncle, presided over the affairs of the territory on his behalf.

Jon has been with Duke Ed since he was a child, and knows the main members of the major families in the north.

But at this moment, being stared at by Sir Morse's strange eyes, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"Bastard," Morse said, "have you defected?"

"Of course not." Jon immediately denied it, and then asked, "Master Morse, didn't you receive the raven from the Great Wall?"

"Raven?" Morse's cheeks twitched, "I hate ravens the most! That thing should be roasted!"

Jon was speechless for a while.

He knew that Morse had been sleeping in the snow when a crow thought he was dead and pecked out his left eye. Morse woke up on the spot, grabbed the crow, and bit off its head.

That's why it got the nickname "Crow Food".

"Lord Morse," Jon explained patiently, "The Great Wall has collapsed, and the White Walkers are about to go south. You must organize the people to move south as soon as possible..."

"What nonsense are you talking about, illegitimate child!" Morse yelled, "The Great Wall has fallen? The White Walkers have come? Do you want us to move south? Hehe, we're leaving, and the territory is just vacant for those savages, right?"

"It's not like this……"

"It's not a fart!" Morse scolded, "Don't think I don't know what good things you have done. Huh! In the end, Hearth City is just south of the land grant. I know you night watchmen very well. You once hooked up A savage girl, right? Tell me! Are you fabricating rumors to help the savages seize our territory?"

Jon suppressed his anger and said:

"Lord Morse, I know that your only daughter was taken away by wildlings thirty years ago, but you must not allow your personal prejudice to cloud your judgment. If you don't believe me, you can ask other Night Watch brothers, they all I have seen the Great Wall collapse with my own eyes, and I have also seen the army of ghouls spreading like a tide."

"I'll ask." Morse waved his hand, as if to repel flies, motioning for Jon to step back.

"Master Morse, you'd better hurry up, the ghouls are right behind us." Jon reminded, and then left the hall.

He knew that it would be too difficult for these northern nobles to voluntarily give up their territories and move south.

Everyone has a fluke mentality, and the nobles must be reluctant to give up their foundations before they really see the horror of the aliens.

Jon returned to the camp outside the city with a heavy heart. Hearing that the gentlemen of the Umber family did not believe that the White Walkers had come, everyone cursed angrily.

After arguing, everyone decided to ignore the lords in the castle, and they continued to go south by themselves.

Along the way to publicize the news of the aliens going south, if the villagers along the way are willing to go, they can take them with them.

Although this kind of effect is definitely not as good as the local lord personally issuing the order to move south, but at this time they have no other way to save as much as they can.

Jon hesitated for a while, then found a night watchman:

"Glenn, you take everyone to continue going south, I will stay and try to persuade you."

"Okay." Glenn said, "Be careful yourself. Crow Eater Morse is a very grumpy old fellow."

"I see."

But who knows, after the southward team set off again, it actually deepened Sir Morse Amber's suspicion.

He summoned Jon angrily, and asked:

"Bastard, why did your people run away? Could it be because of a guilty conscience?"

Jon tried his best to explain, but the other party was too prejudiced to listen.

As a result, Jon himself was imprisoned in the dungeon by Sir Morse instead.

However, the retribution came quickly.

That night, Jon in the dungeon heard the sound of fierce fighting outside.

He knew that the army of ghouls had finally arrived at Last Hearth City.

At this moment, Jon couldn't do anything, he could only pray to the gods silently in the dark.

The gods didn't respond, as they had done countless times before.

Fortunately, Sir Morse was reasonable and sent someone to release Jon.

When Jon was brought to the top of the city, he saw that the snow outside was covered with shadows, all of which were shadows of ghouls.

Like a black tide, it slapped the city wall.

"Damn it!" Sir Morse, who was wearing armor and holding a sword, rushed to the top of the city. After seeing Jon, he asked quickly, "I... Jon, why can't these monsters be killed?"

"Fire," Jon said. "They're afraid of fire."

"Did you hear that!" Sir Morse yelled at the knights under him, "Hurry up and prepare the kerosene!"

"yes!"

Jon sighed inwardly, and said again:

"Master Morse, you alone can't stop the White Walkers, the only way is to move south..."

"Boy!" Sir Morse roared, his beard and hair all flaring. "If you're afraid, you can run! If I die, I'll die on the grounds of Last Hearth! Hurry up! Where's the fire? You bastards, move!" Slower than a sixty-year-old man like me!"

It has to be said that although Sir Morse was stubborn, he fought extremely bravely. Under his leadership, the army of the Amber family broke out with extremely strong combat effectiveness, tenaciously resisting the attack of the ghoul army.

Cans of kerosene were poured from the top of the city and then ignited by rockets.

In an instant, the entire city was surrounded by a raging sea of ​​flames.

Countless ghouls were reduced to ashes in the flames.

But unfortunately, fire oil is limited after all, but ghouls seem to be endless.

After the flames were extinguished, they continued to step on the corpses of their companions, climbing crazily towards the top of the city.

The night is dark, the bitter sea breeze blows billowing gunpowder smoke, and the sound of fighting on the battlefield resounds through the sky.

Although the Amber family resisted tenaciously, they were still unable to stop the army of ghouls, and the north gate and east gate fell one after another.

The ghouls swarmed into the city like a tide, and fierce street fighting broke out.

Only then did Sir Morse realize that the end was over.

"Jon Snow." The acting lord of the Last Hearth City was drenched in blood, but he still held his long sword tightly, "You take the Amber family and retreat."

"How about you, my lord?"

"Someone has to stay behind."

Jon looked at the old knight with extremely complicated emotions.

"What's going on? Now it's mother-in-law's mother's. Take the boys from Amber's family and get out!"

Only then did Jon calm down, saluted Sir Morse, and then turned to leave.

Not far away, Sir Morse's rough voice was heard again:

"Boys, remember to kill them back! This is our territory!"

Jon couldn't help turning his head for one last look.

The wind and snow were raging, blinding his eyes.

"Go!"

The southern gate opened, and Jon led a group of members of the Umber family to flee south.

I don't know how long he escaped, but the sky gradually turned pale.

Dawn has come.

Jon, who is familiar with ghouls, knows that those monsters are particularly active in the dark, but they hate and fear light and warmth.

After dawn, the ghouls will lie dormant.

"Take a break." Although he really wanted to continue on his way, there were many old and weak women and children in the team. If he didn't take a break, some people might be left behind.

At this time, they had arrived at the bank of the Mojiang River.

The river, which used to flow endlessly, has now frozen into ice in the extremely cold climate.

Fortunately, the wind and snow subsided temporarily, and people lit piles of bonfires by the river to keep warm and cook.

Jon was resting on the trunk of a pine and cypress, but his eyes were a little confused.

After crossing Mojiang, they arrived at Fort Dread, which was the territory of the Bolton family.

Compared with the Umber family, the Flayer family obviously hates and rejects Stark more.

What's more, he is also a notorious bastard son of a Stark.

It didn't take Jon a second to think that the same story would continue.

At this moment, Jon suddenly regretted——

At the beginning, his father, Duke Ed, should have been allowed to go south in person, so as to persuade the northern princes to move south.

But at this time, it was too late to say anything.

He didn't even know if his father was still alive...

Just when Jon was at a loss, the sky suddenly cast a shadow.

There were exclamations one after another in the camp:

"dragon!"

"It's His Majesty Caesar's dragon!"

"The king has come to save us! We are saved!"

...

Jon's heart was shaken, and he got up quickly.

At this time, the white dragon landed slowly outside the camp, and the turbulent hot wind instantly dispelled the chill, and dispelled the fear and uneasiness in people's hearts.

Samwell jumped off the back of the dragon, and saw the members of the Umber family flocking to him, saluting to him with tears in their eyes, and at the same time begging himself to save the Last Hearth City.

"Sorry, I just came from Last Hearth City, which has been occupied by ghouls..."

The members of the Amber family suddenly despaired.

"Don't worry, we will come back in the future." Samwell comforted the members of the Amber family, and saw Jon Snow coming forward.

"Your Majesty, may I ask how Castle Black is? My father..."

"Lord Ed is fine. In the Battle of Castle Black, we temporarily repelled the ghouls, but there is no way to hold on. Your father has led everyone to retreat south."

"That's good." Jon breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "Sorry, Your Majesty, I did not complete the task assigned by my father. The lords refused to believe the news that the Great Wall collapsed and the aliens invaded the south. I... I am of low status, So I hope you can choose a more prestigious person to urge the northern lords to move south."

"I think you are quite suitable." Samwell said.

"But Your Majesty, I am just an illegitimate child with no power or power..."

"I can give you power." Samwell interrupted, "In the name of the King of the Seven Kingdoms, I will now appoint you as the special envoy of the Iron Throne to be responsible for urging the northern lords to organize their people to move south. Anyone who does not obey the order, You have the right to kill on the spot!"

Saying that, Samwell also took off the giant sword behind him and handed it over:

"[Liming] I will borrow it from you temporarily. From now on, you are my special envoy. Anyone who dares to question you can just draw his sword."

Jon looked at the great sword in front of him, and was stunned.

Although he has been stationed at the Great Wall of Desperation, he has also heard countless legends about this giant sword.

The "Sword of Dawn" once used by the Dane family is now an unstoppable magic sword used by Caesar across the Seven Kingdoms.

Many people even think that it is the sword of the hero who led mankind to defeat the ghosts ten thousand years ago——

ambassador of light.

But now, the White Walker came again, and many people also believed that Caesar, holding [Dawn], would replicate the victory of Yazor Yahai back then.

Defeat the long night and return the light to the world.

"Your Majesty, this sword... I really can't bear it." Jon said anxiously, "You are the only hero who can save the world. You need this sword."

Samwell laughed loudly and said:

"Saving the world was never done with a sword."

"What do you rely on?"

"It depends on brave warriors like you who are not afraid of sacrifice, it depends on the unity of the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, it depends on the unity of all Westeros and even the human beings all over the world.

Without these, relying on a so-called hero and a legendary sword alone will not be able to end this catastrophe. "

Jon was silent for a while when he heard the words, as if something was surging in his chest.

Finally, under the encouraging eyes of the king, he knelt down on one knee, took the giant sword with both hands, and said solemnly:

"I, Jon Snow, in the presence of the gods old and new, swear allegiance to the great King Caesar of the Seven Kingdoms!

From now on, I will fight for you until the last moment of my life! "

"I accept your allegiance." Samwell lifted him up, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Go, take this sword, go to every northern castle, and pass on my orders .”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Jon clenched the hilt tightly, and felt a warm current spread from the great sword to the depths of his heart.

At this moment, he felt infinite confidence.

It seems that as long as you pull out this sword, you can smash all the obstacles in front of you.

Samwell didn't stay too long, and after appointing Jon as a special envoy, he rode the dragon and headed south again.

Jon also bid farewell to the Amber family, and rode on his own journey alone.

The wind and snow howled, covering the world in a giant screen of whiteness.