Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 241 Secret Talk
"What are you thinking? Your leg is still injured. You risk your life to chase the defeated savages outside the city? Are you trying to save your life?"

Grenn couldn't understand Jon's decision. After the meeting, Grenn and Pyp grabbed Jon and gave him a scolding.

"I only injured a leg, not seriously." Jon did not expect them to understand him. "And I will set out from Eastwatch-by-the-Sea and look for the defeated wildlings from the east. Eastwatch-by-the-Sea has not been attacked, and there are so many wildlings, so the noise cannot be small. There will definitely be ranger scouts who will discover their whereabouts."

"That's not the case!" Pyp said angrily. "Jon, you, you didn't have to do this! Do you know what your brothers will think of you?"

"Do they think I'm crazy or a chameleon who has already leaned towards the wildlings at heart? I don't care," Jon said as he packed his luggage and prepared supplies. "What do you think of me, Grenn, Pyp?"

"Of course you are not a chameleon!" Grenn replied, "I know you are doing this for the sake of kindness. You are always like this, Jon. You say you are doing good things for the Night's Watch, but in fact, I am afraid you are thinking that you are also saving them - those wildlings, you think they are not all bad people, right?"

"." Jon couldn't help but pause for a moment while packing his luggage. After a pause, he asked, "If I answer you 'yes', what would you say?"

Glen was speechless.

Pyp said: "Jon, I don't understand, is it worth it for you to take such a risk? Do you know that many brothers hate the wildlings, hate them like they hate the white walkers, many of our brothers died because of them, and the blood has not dried yet!"

"I know. But..." Jon fell silent, "but if we let them die, wouldn't tens of thousands more wights mean more brothers might die in battle?"

"What if they would rather be killed by the wights?" Pyp rarely argued with Jon so harshly. "What if they would rather be killed by the wights than save those wildlings and let them live?"

"Pyp?" Jon was stunned, muttering the familiar name of his brother, as if he just realized that there was such a possibility. He was silent for a long time before he said, "But what if the Wall is lost because of these tens of thousands of wights? Our duty is to watch over the Wall until we die." He convinced himself, "'I am the sword in the darkness, the guard on the Wall, the flame against the cold, the light at dawn, the horn to wake the sleepers, the shield to protect the kingdom. I dedicate my life and honor to the Night's Watch, tonight and every night.' Remember, this is how you called me back, I always remember my duty, and I believe that what I am doing is right."

Piper couldn't argue with him and finally shut up.

Grant sighed.

Soon the only sound in the room was the rustling of Jon's packing.

Finally, it was Jon who broke the silence. He held the Longclaw and handed it to Grenn: "Grenn, if I can't come back in the end, please help me return the sword to Ser Jorah."

Ge Lan was at a loss: "What do you use for this?"

Jon forced the sword on him. "I'll get a few cans of kerosene later. Lord Stannis promised to provide me with a batch of dragonglass weapons. As for the sword, I can just go to the armory and get any sword." Dragonglass weapons are also used as bargaining chips to persuade the wildlings. Unfortunately, Jon alone is willing to carry out this risky mission. He must go to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea to see if he can get manpower and assistance from Carter, the commander of Eastwatch-by-the-Sea.

Just like that, Jon packed up everything and said, "That's it. Time waits for no one. I have to catch up with the patrol team that will be patrolling the Great Wall soon."

But Jon didn't catch up with the patrol after all. Before he set off, Lady Melisandre found him accompanied by several new Night's Watch brothers who believed in the Red God. The beautiful but ominous lady made him feel inexplicably uneasy: "Counselor Melisandre?"

After the meeting that morning, the flame-like lady introduced herself as being appointed advisor to the Night's Watch, a position that no one questioned, even though it had never been in history.

That night, many people saw the horrifying sight of the swords of the Night's Watch brothers who believed in the Red God on fire. They also knew that this lady was the source of their faith and belief. Jon could feel that even if those people swore an oath, they might not die for the Wall, but they could definitely die for that lady.

The fiery woman spoke to him. "Lord Stannis wishes to speak with you, Jon Snow. He awaits you atop the Wall."

"Yes." Jon agreed.

It was still early, and although the Great Wall was covered with thick clouds both north and south, there was still some light coming through the thick clouds in the south. The wind was cold, but the south of the Great Wall did not have the strange snow that fell in the north.

Jon took the prepared backpack of supplies and asked the groom to tie up his horse in front of the stable in the yard. Then he went to the iron cages above and below the Great Wall.

Lady Melisandre had sent away the guards and was waiting for him at the foot of the Wall.

As they rode up in the cage with the lady, Jon asked uncomfortably, "I wonder what the Lord wants from me?"

"He has high hopes for you. Jon Snow, you are very brave." The red lady did not answer directly, but said in a rather mysterious way, "The question is, do you know that you are brave?"

"What do you mean?" He didn't understand.

She smiled but made no reply.

When they climbed up the wall, Stannis was standing on the edge of the wall, thinking, facing the vast plains in the north and the green forests in the distance, with an inexplicably bitter look on his face. "My lord," Jon called him.

Stannis turned and looked at him with dagger-like blue eyes. He looked hard and stubborn. "I was waiting for you to ask for help, but I didn't expect you to go alone."

Jon replied somewhat stiffly: "If this thing can be accomplished, one person is enough. If it cannot be accomplished, a hundred people are not enough."

"Many people doubt you, saying that you are savage at heart."

"What about you? What do you think of me?"

"I believe you," Stannis said quietly, studying him.

Jon was secretly surprised, with a mess of emotions in his heart: "Why?"

Stannis snorted. "I know Eddard Stark. Although your father was no friend of mine, only a fool would question his loyalty and honor. You have his looks. And more than that, I know it was you who brought the news of the wildlings climbing over the walls. It was you, and the blacksmith Donald, who held the gates. If it hadn't been for you, Castle Black would have been lost. Donald, oh, gods have mercy on him, I wish he were alive. He forged the first sword I ever used.

You know, the more people like you there are in the team, the fewer scheming fools there will be in the Night's Watch."

Jon wondered who Stannis was referring to as the scheming fools of the Night's Watch, but he said, "Please trust your brothers on the Wall. They are capable and passionate."

"Is that so?" Stannis said, but he quickly changed the subject. "You were once in the army of wildlings. I wonder if you are willing to take on this mission because you think they are honorable? Or is it because of your wildling wife?"

"That..." Jon was a little embarrassed, but still answered seriously, "They have their own definition of honor. As for the wildling, her name is Ygritte. I broke my oath for her, but I swear in the name of my father that I did not break my oath for her. I am a Night's Watcher, sworn to defend the Wall until my death."

"Oath." Stannis sighed at the word, but did not continue. He finally nodded and turned to look north again. "Then, Jon Snow, go with my trust. The wildlings fled eastward, but they will eventually return to the walls of Castle Black. I know they will come back. Melisandre saw this scene in the holy fire, and you are the one she saw leading them here. At this moment, the wildlings are likely to be attacked. To be honest, I don't care whether they live or die, but the more they die, the more servants of the White Walkers will be, and when they really attack, we will shed more blood and face a more serious situation.

Many people said that judging from the number of arrows collected on the battlefield, the Great Wall was high enough that the wildlings' arrows would not reach the wall, so they thought the aliens would be similar. They saw that the main casualties were in the close combat at the city gate, and privately suggested that I just need to block the tunnel with stones, fill the killing cave with water, and let the Great Wall take care of the rest.

Including Commander Carter of Eastwatch, who said that when the Great Wall is frozen over, the wildlings, the wights, and all of them will be kept outside the city walls unless they can carve a path.

They said that if we blocked the city gates, no matter whether we faced one hundred or one hundred thousand enemies, as long as we were on the top of the city wall and commanding the enemy, they would not be able to hurt us.

Some people also say that I am God's chosen one. As long as I guard this place at the Great Wall and lead mankind to fight here, I can defeat darkness and bring light.

But I say, Azor Ahai is not a fool who would allow the enemy's military power to expand, nor is he a fool who would treat the magic of the alien god as ordinary. The wall is more than 700 feet high and strong? Maybe, you know what people say about Storm's End, one of the strongest castles in the Seven Kingdoms, and it has never been captured in its long history.

But I have seen dragons, Jon Snow, I have faced him, been defeated, and heard from him the ways of the White Walkers. I know that if the battle takes place at Storm's End, there will be a Harrenhal in the world.

What I want to say is that this world has become incomprehensible, with magic, dragons, and White Walkers. People are always arrogant before they see their power.

In short, whether they are tribesmen, cave dwellers, Thenns, or even giants, as long as they are willing to abide by the conditions I give them and are willing to obey the management and command of the Night's Watch, I am willing to accept them. I will even allow them to pass through the Wall and survive in the gifted land after verifying their attitude of abiding by the law. You tell them that my condition is this: when the cold wind blows, everyone, including them, should live and die together and unite to fight the common enemy. "

He turned back and looked at Jon. "Just tell them, okay?"

Jon's heart was excited, and he felt dizzy. He found that Lord Stannis's idea was even the same as his, but Jon refused to deceive himself: "My lord, I am not against your idea, but I must remind you that the free people have their own set of rules. Letting them enter the Wall will become an unruly group and a dangerous neighbor."

Stannis looked at him inquiringly. "I thought you would be pleased to hear my offer. I remember you mentioned allowing wildlings to pass through the Wall at council."

"Of course, sir." Comparing Ygritte's red hair with the ghoul's azure eyes, it was easy to make the choice. "But the fact is, although I agree with your idea and am willing to act as your vanguard, the risk of letting the wildlings enter the south is objective. I cannot deny its existence and let you make a wrong judgment because of your trust in me or my attitude."

"I see what you mean." Stannis placed a thin hand on Jon's shoulder. "What we discussed today must not be told to anyone else. I will wait for you here, Jon Snow, and I will need you when you return. Remember, this is a great war for the survival of mankind, and we are doing the right thing."

Jon was overwhelmed by Stannis's words, but he couldn't help asking, "Sir, why are you so sure that I can return safely?"

But it was Lady Melisandre who answered Jon, saying, "Your fate will not end there. The Lord of Light has other plans for you."

Hearing this, Jon's expression twisted unconsciously, and the word "embarrassing" appeared on his face.

(End of this chapter)