Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 240 Meeting on the Great Wall Defense

". We were chased by wights on our way back from the Wall. Before we reached Craster's Keep, the team was dispersed. We saw the commander-in-chief was knocked off his horse by wights and dragged into the forest. Bill the Nagging One and I chased him into the forest, but there were too many wights. The commander-in-chief's leg was injured in the battle, so he ordered us to leave. Bill was closer to him, and we planned to pull him up and run, but the wights scratched Bill's horse. Bill fell down and was torn into pieces by the wights in less than a moment. The commander-in-chief was dragged deeper into the forest. He told me to run, and he shouted 'Eddie, run!', followed by a scream. When I rode my horse to catch up, the commander-in-chief had disappeared. My horse was knocked down by the wights, and I thought I was going to die, but Donald. Not Donald the Blacksmith, but Donald the Beauty, he came out of nowhere, pulled me onto the horse and rushed out of the forest. Sorry, Ser Jorah, the commander-in-chief may have died."

In the dining room, Jon listened to Eddie's somewhat nagging but sadly detailed narration. He couldn't help but move his body and look at the face of the tall figure opposite him with a heavy expression in the light of the oil lamp.

Jorah Mormont. Jon knew him. He was a disgraced fugitive from the North, the son of Lord Commander Mormont, and now a knight of King Viserys.

Jon saw that Jorah's face was heavy and there was a look of sadness between his brows.

The restaurant fell silent. Finally, Jon heard the tall knight say, "Thank you for telling me this, Eddie." Then, Jon saw him turn around dejectedly and walk away without saying a word.

Suddenly, Jon's mouth moved faster than his brain, and he called out to the other party, "Ser Jorah." Jon struggled to stand up despite the pain in his injured leg, limped to the side, picked up Longclaw, and walked to Jorah, who turned back and looked a little confused. "Hello, Ser Jorah. Can I talk to you alone?"

"you are?"

"I am Jon Snow."

Jon endured the pain in his legs and looked at the other person seriously. When he saw the other person nod strangely, he limped out the door.

They avoided the crowd and stopped in a corner of the burnt kitchen.

Jon raised the sword solemnly with both hands. "Ser Jorah, this is the Valyrian steel sword of House Mormont, Longclaw. I think I should return it to you."

Jon looked over with a serious expression, and saw that Jorah's eyes were looking straight at Longclaw, which seemed to be caught off guard. But soon, Jon saw that the other party clearly saw that the bear head on the round head of the sword handle had been replaced by a stone wolf head, which was a bit strange.

He said: "It is your sword now, and no doubt my father has given it to you."

Jon was about to explain: "The Lord Commander..."

But Jorah interrupted him.

Jorah held up Longclaw and gently stroked the blade, then resolutely put the sword back into Jon's hand: "I believe there must be a moving story behind it being in your hands."

Jon pursed his lips, wanting to say something else: "Ser Jorah."

But Jorah didn't let him finish. "I know what kind of man my father is. Since he gave you the sword, please don't let him down, and don't let it down either."

Jon felt the sword in his hand seemed to be heavier. Then he said without hesitation: "Ser Jorah, I swear to the gods, I will never let them down!"

"Yeah." Qiao La hummed and left.

Jon limped back to the dining room. When he lay down again, he quietly called Edd, Grenn, and Pyp, who were also less seriously injured, and said to them solemnly: "Grenn, Pyp, Edd, I want to ask you a favor. If I die one day, can you please help me return Longclaw to the Mormont family, okay?"

Eddie replied sadly, "Jon, it's useless for you to look for me. I'm afraid I will die before you."

Jon looked over helplessly, and Eddie said, "Of course, if your luck is worse than mine, then I will help you fulfill this wish."

Grant and Piper agreed solemnly.

Only after things were settled did Jon feel the heaviness in his heart ease a little.

Jon had just put down his sword when he suddenly heard a heavy trumpet sound from the castle, and he picked up the sword again.

Not only him, all the patients who were not unconscious sat up with serious expressions and listened to the signal.

Fortunately, the long horn sounded only once.

This means that the Ranger Scout has returned.

"No, I have to go and see. It was the zombies that attacked last night. What happened to the wild people outside the city? What will the zombies do next?"

Jon was still thinking about the situation at Castle Black, and couldn't sit still. When he heard the horn of the scouts coming back, the few wounded who were not seriously injured simply stood up, supported each other and limped out of the door.

But the command system of the Night Watch is a bit chaotic now, and they couldn't find anyone to inquire for a long time.

Fortunately, not long after, a large number of night watchmen came to the hall and began to clean the dining table next to the temporary placement of the wounded. These black brothers were vigorous and serious, but Jon found that he hardly knew any of them. He looked at Eddie and found that Eddie was also confused.

From this point of view, these people are undoubtedly the new Night's Watch brothers brought by Stannis.

They tried to find out something, but they only learned from a haughty-looking knight who seemed to be the commander that a meeting of the Night Watch would be held in the hall next.

Just like that, at sunrise breakfast, groups of Night's Watch commanders and officers dressed in black gathered in the hall next to the restaurant, along with representatives of the Golden Group and the king's envoys.

The wounded were moved to the Crow's Nest. Jon and his companions were not seriously injured and were the commanders and officers who originally stayed behind, so they were left behind to attend the meeting.

Here, Jon saw many characters and nobles that he had only heard of in stories when he was a child.

The legendary knight Barristan had been seen earlier - he was sitting on one side of the hall with Ser Jorah of the King's Legation, Celtigar, and the knights of Sanglath, and it seemed that he was just an observer rather than a specific participant in the meeting.

Also sitting on one side were members of the Golden Company, sitting next to Maester Aemon, and there was also a legendary figure, Jon Connington.

On the black brothers' side, Stannis, who was born a king, sat on a high platform, but not on the main seat. There was no expression on his face, and he had a sense of oppression without being angry.

Although Stannis did not sit in the main seat, he was the only one sitting on the high platform. Further down were the lords who had been knights and nobles brought by Lord Stannis. There was also a red-robed priestess who was looking at the various people in the hall with a certain interest.

When the priestess's red eyes fell on Jon, Jon didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the priestess seemed to be quite interested in him, and her eyes stayed on him for a little longer. Jon swallowed his saliva, thinking that he was just a ranger. Although he had been the commander-in-chief's affairs officer, he was really not a big shot here now, and he didn't understand why the priestess was interested in him.

Alliser, the only knight of the original Black Castle, also sat in the front row, but he looked out of place. He hinted from time to time, asking Jon, Eddie and other former Black Castle Night's Watchmen to sit next to him.

Now that Bowen Marsh, the acting lord of Castle Black, is away, Denys Mallister, commander of the Shadow Tower, and Cotter Pyke, commander of Eastwatch, are each commanding operations in their own castles. This makes the original Night's Watch of Castle Black appear particularly weak in front of the powerful Lord Stannis.

When the hall was full, a certain knight in the audience cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence: "Well, Bylan, tell everyone what you saw."

The knight who was called was a young-looking knight, standing straight and tall. "It's like this. After the battle under the city wall last night, Lord Stannis ordered me and Ser Eshmond to go to the wildling camp outside the city to investigate. From what we saw in the southwest part of the camp, there were no less than a thousand wights, and the wildlings were defeated by the wights. The snowstorm there was very strong, and we were not familiar with the terrain, so we didn't dare to go deep. But we could see that the battle in the north and northwest of the camp was even more intense. Later, the wildlings fled into the dense forest, bringing wights chasing them, so we had to retreat to a distance temporarily.

At dawn, we met the second group of scouts with the brothers of the Night's Watch from Castle Black on a familiar road a mile outside the city, and went to the southeast and east of the wildling camp to investigate again. We found that although the wildlings were in chaos, they were still fleeing eastward in large numbers, and the army of wights was also chasing them eastward. This can even be seen directly from the dark clouds in the sky. In the morning, a brother on the city wall found a dark cloud group moving eastward.
Finally, seeing that the savage camp seemed to have quieted down, we ventured in to investigate. The results were not optimistic and very strange," the young man who was speaking seemed to recall what he saw at that time, and his face turned pale. "The savage camp has been completely empty. Yes, gentlemen, from last night's battle to the morning, which lasted about three to four hours, a camp as big as that of the savages has been completely emptied. It is said that there were originally more than 40,000 people in the camp, but when we went in, we didn't even find a single body. There was only dried blood and broken limbs, charred bones, and frosted intestines of humans, animals, dogs, and sheep. According to the traces we saw at the scene, I'm afraid that the dead savages have become part of the corpse ghosts, and are chasing the savage army that fled eastward."

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The young man who was speaking sat down, and for a moment, the restaurant was as silent as death.

Suddenly, another black brother in Stannis's army stood up and said, "These wights are animated by evil magic. They are just dead flesh and blood. Steel and fire are enough to deal with them. I suggest that from today on, every castle should light a night fire, so that the light of God can shine on every fortress on the Great Wall and deter evil and darkness."

Hearing this, Jon frowned.

Like everyone else, he looked at Master Alliser. Even though he didn't like that guy, he was now the highest-ranking officer in the original garrison of Castle Black.

Jon saw Alliser glance at Maester Aemon and the king's envoys, then he stood up and asked calmly, "Ser Song, what do you mean by God and Nightfire?"

"God is of course R'hllor, the King of Light!" Songge replied, "As for the Night Fire, Alishar and you Night Watchmen, didn't you see the power of God last night? God gave us the power of fire, allowing us to easily kill those creations of evil witchcraft!"

"Yes." At this time, the red-robed priest brought by Stannis stood up. "Ordinary steel swords cannot resist darkness. Only the light of God can do it. Never underestimate the strength of the enemy, honorable knights, brave brothers. The war we are going to fight is the difference between life and death, a battle between the living and the dead. The wights are just flesh and blood servants created by witchcraft, while the 'White Walkers' are much more terrifying. They are demons of ice and cold, and are real opponents. Last night you all saw the power under the protection of God, and Lord Stannis is the chosen one of God. Now the Black Castle is leaderless. No matter how to deal with the invasion of the White Walkers and the evil gods next, a strong commander is needed."

"Stannis!"

"Stannis!"

The people in the audience started shouting.

Jon looked from Eddie to Alliser, and they stared at each other.

"Lord Stannis," Alliser stood up with gritted teeth as he saw that the matter was about to be accomplished. "I do not deny that you are qualified and capable of leading the Black Legion, but according to tradition, the power to choose the commander-in-chief belongs to and only belongs to the black brothers who have sworn to serve. Now the brothers from Eastwatch and the Shadow Tower are not here, and the acting lord Bowen Marsh is not here either. I am very happy for you to take over the command of Castle Black temporarily and lead us to guard this place. But the position of commander-in-chief. Maester Aemon, you are knowledgeable and experienced. Why don't you explain the situation to Lord Stannis?"

Scholar Aemon was as calm as ever. "Lord Stannis, my new brothers, ever since Brandon the Builder built the Wall, the leaders of the Night's Watch have always been elected by themselves. Until Jeor Mormont, there have been 997 Lord Commanders in a row, and each one was chosen by the people he would lead. Now that Castle Black has no one to command, it is reasonable to let someone as capable as Lord Stannis take command. But Lord Stannis, I am sure you must have your own opinion on the position of Lord Commander."

Stannis looked sullen, glanced at Songge, Melisandre and the others, and said through gritted teeth: "Maester Aemon, I have no intention of tampering with the traditions of the Night's Watch or seizing power. In fact, we haven't even taken a formal oath. It's just that the situation is critical now, and I have to temporarily assume the command of Castle Black. But it is only a temporary command. I am here to tell everyone, especially Ser Songge, that everyone, the position of commander-in-chief must be elected according to the regulations of the Night's Watch. I am not here to fight for power and profit at the Wall!"

Jon was shocked to think that it seemed that Lord Stannis also had problems within himself.

This scared off Songge and the other shouting new Night's Watchmen. Jon saw them smiling at a loss, and then they became quiet with sweat on their foreheads. But the red-robed woman still smiled and nodded, and sat down.

Stannis added in a cold voice: "Right now, the wights are hunting down the wildlings and will not pose a threat to Castle Black for the time being. I suggest that we take this opportunity to repair the gates and fortresses. At the same time, send people to patrol the Wall closely. When I looked from the East Sea, I saw many empty fortresses along the way. These may become places where wildlings and white walkers attack. We must prevent wildlings or wights from digging in from the old castles on the Wall that are not garrisoned.

As for the Nightfire, brothers of the Night's Watch, I do not want to force you to believe in the Lord of Light, but as you can see, fire does have its power, so at least while I am commander, this fire must be lit on the walls of Castle Black and in certain places.

Of course, there is also plenty of kerosene in the supplies brought by King Viserys. You can also stick to your beliefs and use the supplies he brings to fight against the White Walkers.

Also, Maester Aemon, since we haven't taken the official oath yet, please witness us and take us to take the oath as a member of the Night's Watch - I believe we should not be trained like recruits. But before that, here, there is something I must say first. Before going to the Wall, King Viserys and I discussed the problems that the Wall might face, one of which was: As the Night's Watch, how should we view these wildlings outside the Wall and how should we deal with them?
Of course, if the barbarians roam outside the city, we don't have to and we don't have the power to care about them. Or if they want to attack the Great Wall, we just have to defend and kill them without any consideration.

But now, although I don't want to admit it, the facts are just as King Viserys and I privately discussed the problems we might encounter at the Wall: the situation at the Wall is much worse than we imagined. We thought the White Walkers would not arrive that fast, and even before arriving here, many people, including me, did not take the rumors of the White Walkers seriously. But the situation has deteriorated to this extent. If we don't care, then the tens of thousands of wildlings outside the city will undoubtedly become the new force for the tens of thousands of wights, and then when the White Walkers launch a formal attack on the Wall, we will have to face more enemies.

When they were still wildlings, they might be old, weak, sick and disabled, and had no fighting power, but once they became that kind of thing, I think you Night's Watchmen who had contact with those things earlier than us know the situation better than me. So I think, at today's meeting, we have to consider this issue first, what should we do with the wildlings outside the city, should we leave them alone and let them die, or is there a better way to deal with them? "

Jon didn't know what others thought, but he had originally felt a little resistant to Stannis, but after hearing these words, he was already a little relieved that Stannis was temporarily in command. Although they had fought the wildlings to death just a few days ago, Jon knew clearly that these wildlings were also trying to survive. Before Stannis mentioned them, many people, including Jon, had already regarded the wildlings outside the city as people who were bound to die. Although he felt a little sad in his heart, he had no choice but to deal with the situation now.

Who would have thought that as soon as Stannis took over power, he not only arranged everything in an orderly manner, but also put the affairs of the wildlings on the table for discussion. Jon's opinion of Stannis changed in just a moment.

Stannis's question was soon answered: "Lord Stannis, since you think this is a problem, then I, Gordie Faryn, will give my opinion first." Seeing that no one gave an opinion, a tall and strong man with a conceited look said, "The Great Wall is easy to defend but difficult to attack. With such a tall wall, and Viserys opening up a sea supply line for us and promising to continue to provide troops and supplies for the Great Wall, I think the most urgent task is not to deal with those wildlings, but to reorganize the defense of the Great Wall. Once we are well prepared in the walls and fortresses, let alone tens of thousands of more wights, even if there are 100,000 more, I dare say they will never be able to break in—"

These words have attracted many people's agreement.

But when Jon looked toward the stage, he saw Stannis frowning, his face unchanged, and saying nothing.

Someone else said, "Sir Gordie, don't underestimate the enemy. We only encountered a hundred wights last night. Although we won, their fighting power is obvious to all. Moreover, there are White Walkers behind them. Lady Melisandre said that wights are just flesh and blood servants, and White Walkers are the real threat. We haven't come into contact with White Walkers yet, but I heard that ordinary fire may not be able to kill them. Didn't the former Night's Watch of Castle Black hear that they had seen White Walkers? Why not let them tell us about the White Walkers?"

Everyone looked towards the former Night's Watch led by Alliser, and then Alliser and his group turned their gazes to Eddie, Grant, Piper and the others.

Grant and Piper were not very talkative and looked at Eddie again.

Eddie stood up with a melancholy look on his face, but he was not panicking. Instead, he said, "Brothers, I have actually written two written reports about the text records of the White Walkers and sent them to the commanders of Eastwatch and Shadow Tower. The White Walkers are very pale, like bones, and they wear armor covered with frost. They make harsh sounds. Considering the snow that always accompanies their arrival, they may also control the icy weather." Eddie repeated the contents of his text record and finally added, "In fact, a brother in the team killed a White Walker with a dragon crystal dagger that was dug out in Frostfang. A brother named Samwell stabbed a White Walker with the dagger, and then it melted."

"Dragonglass," Melisandre's voice sounded at the right time, "is called 'frozen fire' in the old Valyrian language. No wonder it is a deadly weapon to the cold son of the alien god. It seems that King Viserys is really a wise man who has considered everything. Ser Barristan, I understand that His Majesty brought a lot of obsidian to the Wall?"

All eyes turned to Barristan again. Jon saw the old knight stand up without comment. He looked back at the red-robed priestess with a vigilant look: "Lord Stannis, and the black brothers, the lady is right. Yes, His Majesty asked me to bring a few boxes of obsidian. Lady Melisandre has a sharp eye."

The lady smiled and replied, "I'm sorry, sir. When I got off the ship at Donghaiwang to watch the black brothers moving supplies, I accidentally saw the things in your box."

Someone was surprised: "So, His Majesty the King had anticipated this and made preparations for it?"

Ser Barristan replied solemnly, "Perhaps. In fact, given the situation, I might as well say frankly that I have another mission for His Majesty the King. His Majesty hopes to capture a living White Walker if possible. I believe that before arriving at the Wall, no one believed in the White Walkers at all. His Majesty had this in mind and wanted to use a living White Walker to warn the lords of Westeros of the real threat."

When Jon heard this, he was deeply shocked by this king whom he had never met before.

Whether it's the wildlings or the White Walkers, the king seems to believe that they are real and have a plan.

But Eddie beside him whispered worriedly: "We also sent brothers to King's Landing with the severed limbs of the wights to ask for help. I thought about how difficult it would be to convince the adults in the south, but I didn't expect that even the king would need a living White Walker to convince them."

"Then," Stannis took over, "it seems that our priorities are threefold. First, we must prepare the Wall, second, we must find a way to capture a living White Walker, and third, we must solve the problem of the wildlings. Speaking of the wildlings, Ser Gordie thinks that we should leave them to fend for themselves outside the Wall. Does anyone have a different opinion?"

Seeing Stannis's question, everyone around fell silent. Jon raised his eyebrows, and an impulse surged in his heart, and he almost stood up.

"Lord Stannis," Jon heard Maester Aemon ask, "you mentioned earlier that you and the king had discussed the issue of the wildlings. Did you come up with an idea?"

"Well," Stannis frowned. "Maester Aemon, I must say that the current state of the Wall is far worse than what King Viserys and I discussed. After all, we have only just arrived at the Wall, and we do not know many of the actual conditions. I wonder what the former garrison brothers, especially those who have had contact with the wildlings, think. Feel free to speak up."

Jon noticed Stannis's eyes on him.

He vaguely sensed that Stannis seemed to be expecting something, and for a moment his blood boiled, and he stood up: "Lord Stannis, my lords, my brothers, I am Jon Snow——"

"No, Jon, shut up!" Jon was interrupted by Alliser, "No one needs your opinion!"

But Stannis looked at him. "Jon Snow, I have heard a lot about you. Tell me, what do you think?"

Jon went on: "I know what people think of me. Some think I'm a chameleon and a coward. I killed my brother, Qhorin Halfhand, to save my own life. I rode with Mance Rayder and married a wildling. But I must say that it was Qhorin Halfhand who ordered me to join the wildlings. He knew they would want me to kill him to prove my loyalty, so he told me to do whatever I was told. The wildling's name was Ygritte, and I broke my oath for her, but I swear on my father's name that I have never opposed the kingdom or my brothers."

"If you have something to say, let's talk about it." Stannis snorted, frowned, and his voice turned cold.

Jon was unsure of Stannis's attitude and became a little agitated for a moment.

But Eddie beside him pulled his clothes and shook his head. He calmed down, saw that Stannis was still staring at him, and realized that the other party still wanted to listen to his ideas, so he continued: "Lord Stannis, as you considered before, if all the wildlings are killed by the wights and become one of them, then when we want to defend the Wall in the future, we may have to face more wight armies. For this reason alone, I think we should not let the wildlings die outside the Wall."

Someone asked: "So what should we do? Rescue them and let them enter the Great Wall?"

"But at least we won't let them become members of the ghouls, right?"

Jon found that the ones confronting him were the original defenders. They all looked at Jon strangely, as if he was an alien. "What can we do? Don't forget that a day ago, the wildlings were attacking the city gate and wanted to kill us! Including you!"

"But the wights hadn't appeared at that time, had they? Now they have been defeated and are being hunted by the wights. They are no longer able to attack the Wall. If they are left alone, they will become wights and become servants of the White Walkers. Perhaps tens of thousands of wights were not a big deal when we had enough manpower, high walls to protect us, and sufficient supplies. But last night, in just a few hours, I don't know how many of the wildlings in the camp outside had become the new force of the wights, and it was only a matter of time before they wiped out all the wildlings.

At this rate, I dare say that in a few days, the wildlings will be slaughtered. Then, will the army of tens of thousands of wights stop here? But with our current manpower, even if there are friendly troops here to provide temporary assistance, the entire Great Wall is a hundred leagues long. How can we defend such a long front line under the army of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of wights?
Besides, friendly troops will not stay at the Great Wall forever."

Jon glanced at the friendly troops on both sides, but still insisted: "Everyone, I think it is important to think of a good way to deal with the wildlings instead of letting them die. The time to deal with this problem is only in the next few days. If it is later, they will become part of the army of wights."

Jon turned his gaze back to Stannis, but he still saw that his brows were furrowed and his face was expressionless. Just as he was about to add something, he heard Stannis ask, "What do you think you can do about this?"

Jon seemed to be encouraged: "My lord, I think we can try to find them, negotiate with them, and ask them to help us guard the Wall."

"How?" Stannis asked.

Jon actually had a plan in mind. Seeing Stannis asking, he thought that he had the same idea. He was excited and said, "There is a lot of open space south of the Wall—"

"Okay!" Jon didn't expect that Stannis would interrupt him as soon as he opened his mouth. "Wildlings cannot enter south of the Wall. This is the bottom line. What do you think about this, everyone else?"

Jon wanted to say more, but Eddie pulled him down.

Jon looked over, and Eddie glared back, muttering, "Jon, you've said enough."

Then, several more people expressed their opinions, and Jon was surprised to find that after he finished speaking, the opinions on the wildlings were divided into two camps. One camp believed that they should be left alone and let them die, while the other camp believed that they should be managed, but no one could think of the specific method to be used.

The discussion continued until breakfast was delivered from the temporarily repaired kitchen, but there was still no conclusion.

But somehow, Jon found that after this inconclusive discussion, the gap between the new Night's Watch brought by Stannis and the original Night's Watch seemed to have disappeared a lot. Not only Jon himself, but even Coach Alliser began to get used to Stannis guiding and controlling the topic.

After the meal, opinions were reorganized and Jon found that more and more people were relieved. They believed that as long as the bottom line was to prevent the wildlings from entering the area south of the Wall, they could find a way to prevent the wildlings from becoming wights.

Finally, after a majority opinion was reached, someone again asked Stannis about the idea he had discussed with King Viserys.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Jon saw a look of fatigue and disgust on Stannis's stern face. He didn't quite understand what it was, but he saw that Stannis quickly covered it up and gave an answer: "I was just chatting with King Viserys at the time, and there was no idea. He believed that under certain circumstances, people could be sent to negotiate with the wildlings, allowing the wildlings to build their own urns and camps near the heavily defended city gates, relying on the tall city walls to temporarily station there. Moreover, the wildlings should be managed by the Night's Watch in the urns. Of course, several wildling leaders could also be allowed to coordinate management, but the condition is that the Night's Watch must be the main force!

Unless they are willing to follow the management of the Night's Watch, and the situation has reached the point where the city they are in is unable to stop the army of the Other Ghosts and wights, and they have to enter the south of the Great Wall, then we will consider whether to let them in. Otherwise, even if they all die outside, not a single one will be allowed in. "

Stannis's voice was hoarse, but it sounded very conflicted to Jon.

Someone said: "How can the wildlings build a strong fortress to resist the White Walkers? And if they are asked to set up camp outside the city gate, I am afraid they will take the opportunity to build a battering ram and break down the city gate!"

Stannis did not need to speak now. Someone else answered for him: "That is why my lord says that the gates must be well guarded before this can be done."

"As for the wildlings building a bastion," Stannis said, "King Viserys and I have thought about it, but we are not sure if it will work. The Wall is cold, so we can use wood and water that are readily available. Of course, rocks and soil are even better. With these, we should be able to build a sufficiently tall ice and snow wall in a short time."

After listening to it, Jon found that this method was actually very feasible. The only problem was when the White Walkers would start attacking the Wall, and they did not have enough time to build a wall of ice and snow.

Moreover, would the savages agree to this treatment?
At this time, someone else said, "Speaking of using ice and wood to build a city wall, I think this method is very good. In any case, even if we don't consider the wildlings, I suggest that we take advantage of the time when the corpse ghosts are not here to send people to take as much wood as possible cut by the wildlings to build a city wall near the city gate. The city gate has suffered a lot of damage now. Building a city wall with ice water and wood can give us more insurance for defense. I strongly suggest deliberately building multiple layers of ice walls under the city wall to form a structure like a moat or a horse trap. This way, it will be easier to defend. And you can prepare enough bricks and stones at the city gate, and when necessary, directly seal the city gate!"

The speaker was a knight who was quite knowledgeable about the construction of fortifications, and his words were agreed by many people.

Even the brothers of the original garrison added: "There are many dilapidated fortresses in the south of the Great Wall. If there is enough time, we can use local materials and transport more solid stone bricks to build the wall."

This statement also received unanimous applause: "Great!"

Finally, someone said, "Then it's the same question. Since there is a plan to deal with the wildlings, we need someone to take the risk to go to the north of the Great Wall and try to contact the wildlings and negotiate with them, or in fact, you can call it informing them. The opportunity we offer is the only chance for the wildlings to survive this disaster. If they don't agree, then we will let them die outside the Great Wall. So, everyone, who is willing to take this risk?"

The conference room fell silent and no one was looking at him, but Jon felt that countless eyes were focused on him.

Jon thought for a moment, his heart was tangled, but he finally stood up: "Lord Stannis, brothers of the Night's Watch, if you trust me, I am willing to carry out this mission."

"Okay, let's do it."

No one cheered for him.

(End of this chapter)