Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 242 Notification
Although Jon's fellow Night's Watchmen at Castle Black looked on coldly when he set out, he felt more at ease after hearing Stannis' words.

Following the familiar route trampled by the army that came from Eastwatch last night, Jon rode on his horse to Eastwatch.

The plan was simple: go to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, go out of the city to the north, look for the fleeing wildling troops, find the wildling king Mance or some other leader, persuade them to stay by the Wall, travel back and forth to the west, and return to Castle Black.

Even though the wights are currently chasing the wildlings from west to east, Jon must convince the wildlings to go west back to the Black Castle, because Stannis is the only one willing to offer the wildlings a way to survive.

The corpses were being chased under a strange dark cloud and snow, and the clouds seemed to be thinning as they approached the Great Wall.

Advisor Melisandre said that it was the magic of the White Walkers and they could not affect the Wall because it was also protected by ancient magic.

It is for this reason that Stannis judged that by staying close to the Wall, the wildlings could temporarily escape the pursuit of the wights, and then march to the Black Castle as quickly as possible during the day.

But Jon was not considering magic, but the current situation. Although going back to Castle Black was risky for the wildlings, Jon knew clearly that this was indeed the only choice for the wildlings. Under the night attack of the wights, the wildlings assembled by Mance had actually collapsed, and their escape was doomed to be blind. The wildlings were fleeing eastward, and Jon judged that their destination might be Hardhome in the north of the Bay of Seals. But even if they fled there, they were doomed to not survive the winter.

Jon was worried, so he rode quickly.

But his injured leg still held him back. After a bumpy ride, the wound that had just been bandaged that morning seemed to have split open, causing Jon to grimace in pain.

It was an arrow wound, not a big one, but it happened to be on the calf. It was indeed a bit reckless to ride fast in such a situation, but Jon gritted his teeth and persisted. He believed that he was doing the right thing and was full of strength in his heart.

Traveling alone, I can only keep my head down and hurry on my way.

It was about noon, and Jon saw the smoke when he passed by Icescar, which was made by the patrol sent by Stannis. They also found Jon, and the patrol blew a horn, and someone came out of the tower to greet Jon to have lunch, but Jon was in a hurry and refused.

Icescar is a Night's Watch castle that has been abandoned for nearly a hundred years. It consists of three towers and is in a very dilapidated state. Considering the current crisis of the Great Wall, with wildlings and wights fighting outside the city, Stannis had to send people to station here and strengthen patrols. They needed to reactivate the beacon tower of the fortress, open up the dilapidated stairs, and arrange sentries on the city walls to pay attention to the movements outside the city.

In fact, in the next period of time, not only Ice Scar City, but many more abandoned Great Wall castles will have to be re-staffed.

Although the passages to the gates of these abandoned fortresses were blocked by rocks, it was necessary to guard against the possibility that wildlings and wights might dig through the old gates or climb the Wall from places that the Night's Watch could not see.

This would certainly disperse the already limited garrison force at the Wall, but even with Stannis's 300-plus reinforcements, the Night's Watch still has less than a thousand men to guard a hundred leagues of the Wall, so this arrangement is necessary to ensure that nothing can go wrong.

After autumn, it gets dark quickly at the Wall. Jon's leg injury finally affected his journey. He thought he would stop at Lakedeep or Queen's Gate, and then reach Eastwatch by the Sea the next night, but with his tenacious determination, Jon still arrived at the Nightfort before dark, which meant he could reach his destination earlier.

Jon was exhausted and wanted to move forward, but the snorting of the horse was protesting in the cold wind. Jon had no choice but to stay here for a while.

But for some reason, Jon didn't see any of his Night's Watch brothers left behind.

He called out several times, but no one responded.

Jon discovered that someone had been in the abandoned stable of the fortress. There were traces of horses' hooves and human feet left by at least a dozen rangers in the yard. Jon even found fodder and food left in the kitchen by the patrol team, but he didn't find anyone.

There was a confusion of horse hooves, as if something had happened before Jon arrived, and the horses and men were all heading east.

Jon became alert, tied his horse to the stable, took off his sword, and began to grope his way up the stairs to the city wall.

In any case, at least the rangers sent here should leave some men on the wall, where Jon hoped to encounter his brothers from the Night's Watch.

But there seemed to be no one on the city wall, so Jon carefully groped his way up the stairs.

The Nightfort is the first castle of the Night's Watch on the Wall. It is the only castle with stairs carved out of the ice wall of the Wall itself. There are no iron cages or internal passages. The stairs on the ice wall are the only way to reach the sentries and beacons on the top of the wall.

Soon, Jon knew why there was no one in the Nightfort.

It turned out that at some point, the stairway above the city wall had collapsed severely, and a huge hole had appeared in the passage carved out of it. Judging from the traces, the group of Night Watchmen who came earlier tried to build wooden boards to pass through the collapse, but failed - the wooden boards hanging on the ice wall below the hole were proof of this.

Ice was too unpredictable. Jon remembered what he had heard from his brothers in the Night's Watch. Although the core of the Wall was frozen as hard as stone, its surface sometimes melted and flowed icy streams, like crying. The stairs of the Nightfort must have melted and frozen thousands of times since the last batch of black brothers left. Each time it would shrink a little, become flatter, smoother, more dangerous, and even collapse, making it impassable.

I think the brothers of the Night's Watch saw that they could not climb up the city wall, so they went to the nearby Deep Lake Residence or the farther East Sea to find craftsmen.

Having roughly guessed the situation, Jon felt relieved. He carefully returned to the city along the passage on the wall, fed the horse with hay, and made some food for himself in the kitchen. Then he made a clean space by the stove in the warm light of the kitchen and lay down to sleep.

Even though the wind in the Nightfort howled uncomfortably through the ruined towers and the fortress creaked, it was easy to think about the rumors of the haunting of the Nightfort when alone.

The Nightfort always appears in Old Nan's scariest stories. The Night King once ruled here. The Rat Cook served the Andal King "Prince Bacon Pie" here. The brave young Dany Flint was raped and murdered here. King Sherett issued a curse on the old Andals.
Despite this, Jon had experienced a lot in recent days and felt that he was no longer at the age where he would be scared by horror stories. He was really tired, so he fell asleep by the kitchen stove in the warmth brought by the remaining heat of the kitchen stove.

At night, for some reason, Jon dreamed of the direwolf.

Not Ghost, who had not been heard from since being separated outside the Wall, but Summer, his brother Bran, whom he saw lying beside him, curled up next to him in the kitchens of the Nightfort, keeping him warm during the cold and windy autumn nights.

And there were more people in the kitchen.

Even his brother Bran was there. Bran was looking at him, his eyes glowing in the dark room.

"Oh, Jon."

Jon seemed to hear Bran's call and woke up.

But there was nothing in the kitchen except him and the dying fire.

Faintly, he heard something.

It was rats, crawling about in the kitchen corners and in the passage to the cellar.

It was still a long time before dawn, and Jon added a few more sticks to the stove and was about to go back to sleep.

Suddenly, Jon seemed to catch some other sounds mixed in with the sound of the wind coming in from the broken vault of the kitchen.

He was unsure, but still cautiously took out his sword.

Walk to the kitchen door and watch carefully.

The kitchen was an octagonal stone house with a large well in the center and a thin, crooked weirwood sticking out of the stone floor.

Strange noises were coming from the well.

Jon looked at the well. He had explored it before entering the house. It was twelve feet wide and built entirely of stone, with steps built into the side that spiraled down into darkness. The walls were wet and covered with scale, and there was no clear bottom.

He had thrown stones into the well and knew there was no water underneath.

For a moment, Jon thought of the many ghost stories circulating in the Nightfort, and wondered in his heart whether he had encountered a ghost living in the well.
Jon heard his own heartbeat, like the beating of a drum.

Something was coming up from underground, he suddenly realized. Footsteps, heavy footsteps, each louder than the last, that heavy sound echoed in the well, along with heavy breathing and shrill sobs. Was that thing crying?

Whatever it was, Jon drew his sword without a word.

Wait, what is that?
Suddenly, a snow-white shadow jumped out of the well and rushed towards Jon excitedly. It was agile, with white fur as white as snow and eyes as red as blood.

Jon couldn't believe it: "Bai Ling, it's you!?"

Jon put away his sword and pushed open the door, almost jumping up with excitement.

"Ghost!" Jon shouted his name, and the direwolf broke into a run.

Bai Ling leaped to Jon's side in three or two steps, threw him to the ground, sniffed him here and there, and gently bit his arm with his mouth.

"Oh my God, Ghost, is it really you? Am I dreaming?" Jon stroked the wolf's fur. Ghost had become thinner, yet taller. Jon almost cried. "I thought you were dead. Ever since I climbed up the Wall, I can't feel you, not even in my dreams."

Ghost didn't answer, but just licked Jon's face joyfully.

There was a smell of blood, but Jon didn't care.

"Wow!" A sudden cry came from the bottom of the well, with heavy breaths coming from the bottom. "Jon, is that you, Jon?"

The wailing coming from the well became louder and louder.

Jon asked in disbelief, "Sam? Is that you?"

He almost thought he was still dreaming, and pinched his wound. Only when he grimaced in pain did he quickly get up and go to the well.

The night was dark, with only a few glimmers of light from the snow. But Jon saw the heavy figure, who fell to his knees and cried, "Great, great!"

Jon hurried down to pull him, and only then did he realize that Sam was carrying a huge figure on his back, and behind him was a thin-faced girl wrapped in a big black cloak, holding a baby. The face was very familiar, but Jon couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Jon, help me up." Sam sobbed, his nose full of snot bubbles. "The Lord Commander is so heavy, I can't carry him anymore. I'm going to fall."

"Commander-in-Chief?"

Without time to think, Jon reached out and pulled Sam up the narrow spiral stairs.

As soon as Sam came up, he lay on his side in the yard, breathing heavily. Jon noticed that Fat Sam had lost a lot of weight and was wearing only a black woolen sweater. He was tied with vines and carried the unconscious commander on his back.

Jon had a lot of questions to ask, but Sam was so excited that he just took a long breath and started sobbing and wailing again.

Jon had no choice but to help him up: "Hurry, it's cold outside, go inside first!"

Sam sobbed and struggled to get up with the help of Jon, and staggered into the house.

hiss--

It wasn't until he put Sam down that Jon realized how painful the wound was.

Ghost scurried around Jon's feet.

The girl followed the child in her arms. "Sam and the commander's mail and weapons are still at the bottom of the well."

"You are." Jon finally remembered who this was. "Craster's."

"I'm Gilly," the girl answered him.

Jon looked at Sam and saw that he was still gasping for breath, his face as red as the wood in the firelight.

"Please help me put the commander-in-chief down first," said Sam. Then he said to the girl, "Don't worry about the things at the bottom of the well. Come and warm yourself by the fire."

Jon had long since discovered that the Lord Commander on Sam's back was still alive, just unconscious.

"How did you emerge from the bottom of the well here? What happened to the commander-in-chief?"

Long story.

It took Jon a long time to finally understand their experience from Sam.

When retreating from the Fist of the First Men, Sam had retreated to Craster's Keep, but without the commander-in-chief's suppression, the Craster's Keep mutiny still occurred. Sam and Gilly got lost while escaping, and later accidentally met Coldhands - according to Sam, he was a man dressed in black, like a brother of the Night's Watch, with skin as pale as a wight, and hands as cold as ice, but he did not have blue eyes like a wight, could not speak, or perhaps had forgotten how to speak. He rode a roe deer and had a group of crows that obeyed his command.

After Sam and his friends were rescued, Cold Hands placed them in a bear cave. There, they saw the commander-in-chief, Old Bear, who was seriously injured and dying. According to Old Bear, he was also rescued by Cold Hands.

At first, when Jon was talking about Coldhands, he had some expectations, thinking that maybe he was his long-missing uncle Benjen Stark. However, when he heard that the old bear not only saw him when he was still conscious, but was also very wary, he gave up the idea.

Although Sam, Gilly and Old Bear were rescued, Old Bear's injuries rapidly worsened, so they had to take care of him temporarily. Old Bear's injuries were very serious, with a fever and even delirium.

Sam thought that Old Bear was beyond saving, but Coldhands used his fingers and branches to communicate with them, telling them that there was a way to save Old Bear, but they needed Sam and the others to wait while he went to find medicine.

So Sam and Gilly stayed in the bear cave, taking care of Old Bear while waiting for Coldhands to find the medicine.

Finally, they saved Old Xiong from near death. After Old Xiong got a little better, they found the magical black gate under the Great Wall under the leadership of Leng Shou.

And walked through the Black Gate to the Nightfort, where he met Jon.

After listening to this, Jon could clearly realize that Sam had a lot to say. Because he heard from Eddie, Grenn and other survivors that the mutiny at Craster's Keep happened more than two months ago, which means that Sam and his men stayed in the so-called "bear cave" for at least two months. In fact, many brothers, including Jon, thought Sam was dead.

But Jon has been through some things and has matured a lot. Sam is accompanied by Bai Ling and the Lord Commander, which is enough to dispel any concerns Jon has.

"Black Gate, tell me." Moreover, the news Sam brought made Jon overwhelmed with ecstasy. "Sam, tell me, when you came back from outside the city, did you encounter the fleeing wildlings?"

"what?"

Jon realized that he was riding south of the Wall, where the roads were clear and convenient, and he might have already reached the front of the wildlings who were fleeing in the haunted forest with their families. The large wildling army and the pursuing wights were all on foot. This meant that if Jon took Sam's original route, he might be able to stop the wildlings directly outside the city.

but.

The well was impassable for a horse to pass through.
"That Coldhands, is he still there?"

Sam asked in shock, "Jon, what do you want to do?" He was originally a little heartbroken and uneasy because he had hidden something from Jon. He promised Bran Stark not to tell anyone that he had crossed the Wall from this road and went deep into the dense forest north of the Wall to look for the whereabouts of the Three-Eyed Raven.

In fact, Sam walked this road twice. The first time was to trade with Coldhands, to lead the way for Bran and his party, in exchange for Coldhands going deep into the forest to pray for magical healing medicine from the Children of the Forest for the Lord Commander. The second time was to bring Gilly and the Lord Commander, who was completely unconscious after taking the medicine but obviously getting better, back here to meet Jon. Even Ghost somehow found Sam's place about ten days ago.

This experience was like a dream. Sometimes Sam Tully felt that everything was just his imagination and that he had just had a very long dream.

Yet despite all this he had sworn himself to secrecy, an oath he had sworn to Bran and to the strange boy Jojen Reed at the black door beneath the castle, an oath he had sworn to Coldhands as he mounted his elk: he had sworn not to tell anyone about Brandon Stark, not to let his whereabouts become known.

Meanwhile, after hearing Jon's evasive words, Sam pieced together Jon's horrifying plan. He shook his head again and again, "No, Jon. Coldhands has left. God knows how dangerous it is outside the city right now. Stepping into the haunted forest with just a pair of legs is no less than committing suicide."

But Jon insisted: "I rode with 'Halfhand' Qhorin before. You know, he specifically asked for me. I rode side by side with the most elite rangers across the snowfield to find out the whereabouts of the wildlings." Although the result was not a good one, Jon firmly believed that he could do it. "You bring back Bai Ling for me. This must be the will of the new and old gods!"

He remembered what the red woman beside Stannis had said.

Come to think of it, seeing the Lord Commander also stimulated Jon.

It is of course a great thing that the Lord Commander is still alive, but once he wakes up, Lord Stannis will most likely change his approach to the wildlings. It's not that Jon does not trust the Lord Commander's foresight, but... there are many things that, if not done now, he may never have the chance to do in this lifetime.

"Jon."

"I have made up my mind, Sam. Please, take me to the Black Gate and let me carry out my mission!" he said. "This is about the survival of the Wall. I will be back as soon as possible."

When Sam heard this, he knew in his heart that he couldn't refuse. He couldn't help but doubt what he was doing, but he still agreed: "Okay, Jon, I'll lead the way for you."

So they laid the Lord Commander in Jon's warm nest and left Gilly to guard it, and then they called Ghost along and ran to the well without hesitation.

Sam was in front. He sighed, "Be careful, there are a lot of stairs. It won't be pleasant if you fall down." Then he started to walk down.

Jon tried to control his injured leg and followed behind, with Ghost following behind Jon.

It's a long way to go.

The bottom of the well was small and dim. Jon wanted to light a torch, but Sam stopped him: "No, your eyes will slowly adjust."

Finally, at a certain moment, Sam stopped: "There."

Jon looked up and saw the door, the "Black Door" that Sam had mentioned, but it was not black. It was white weirwood, and there was a faint white light on the wood, and there was a face on it.

Magic law?
Jon somehow thought that he should be surprised by what he had said to Stannis before he set out that morning, but somehow it didn't seem worth being surprised about.

Jon's calmness put Sam to shame. When he first saw the door, he was so scared that he couldn't walk.

The door opened its eyes, white eyes without pupils.

"Who are you?" Men asked, his deep voice echoing in the bottom of the well.

"Say the oath," Sam told Jon, turning back. "I told you so."

Jon nodded and came closer. "I am a sword in the dark. A guard on the Wall. A fire against the cold. A light at the dawn. A horn to wake the sleepers. A shield over the realm."

Then, as Jon watched, the door's mouth opened, and it grew wider. "Go."

A cold wind blew in from the other side of the door.

Jon took a deep breath. "Well, Sam, I'm off."

Sam's nose suddenly felt sore, and he just replied, "Yeah."

Jon called out to Ghost, then took a firm step and walked into the deep, dark passage.

Jon staggered for an unknown amount of time before he finally felt the uphill road. After he left Sam, his pretended strength quickly relaxed. His steps became limping, and he had to use his sword as a crutch to steady himself.

Finally, the long tunnel came to an end and a glimmer of light appeared ahead.

He went out and found that he was in the hollow of a huge oak, in the midst of an ancient oak forest, surrounded by a forest of straight gray-green sentinel trees, grim pines, and bare brown chestnut trees.

Ghost Forest. There is no doubt that this is already north of the Great Wall.

Jon stood in the woods, looking to the south, his sight was blocked by layers of dense forests, and he found that he could not see the Wall.

The forest was incredibly dense, and Jon was unsure if he would be able to find the right way back after leaving.

He looked down for footprints, and Sam said Coldhands had asked them to ride elk here.

Sure enough, Jon soon found the huge footprints of an elk. He looked at Ghost and signaled the direwolf to track the scent of the elk.

Jon hoped to find Coldhands and ask for his help, but under the guidance of Bailing, he walked until dawn but still could not find any trace of Coldhands.

Suddenly, when Jon was tired and wanted to stop to rest, a strange cry of crows was heard in the woods. Bai Ghost ran back to his side at some point and let out a silent growl in that direction.

Jon thought he had found Coldhands and hurriedly quickened his pace. Unexpectedly, he ran into several riders just after crossing a frozen riverbed with jagged rocks. Seeing that they were dressed like wildlings, Jon became nervous and shouted loudly: "Hey, I'm looking for Mance Rayder!"

He didn't know if there were any of Mance's men among these riders, but he was wearing this outfit and if he wanted to see the person in charge alive, he couldn't die at the hands of the riders who had encountered him for no apparent reason.

As the riders drew closer Jon saw that the one leading them was a short, stocky man with gleaming gold bands on his arms and a snow-white beard spreading across his broad chest.

Jon recognized him as Tormund Giantsbane.

"Ha!" Tormund shouted after approaching, "Crow Jon Snow, are you a White Walker, or have you turned into a wight to surround us?"

Jon shouted, "Tormund, I'm looking for Mance." Jon couldn't believe that things would go so smoothly, so much so that he suspected he was dreaming.

Tormund grinned. "You are wearing a raven's cloak, I see. If you are here to seek refuge, now is not the time."

"I am going to negotiate with Mance, Tormund. I believe you should be aware that the Night's Watch and you now have a common enemy."

"Negotiations?" Tormund asked. "Why are you here?"

"They sent me."

"How many more of you are there?"

"A king has set his sights on the Wall, Tormund. Just yesterday, our brothers were stationed in every castle on the Wall." Jon said loudly. "I came from the Nightfort, and was lowered from the seven hundred-foot-high wall in a cage. We all know what we are facing next, the White Walkers and the Wights, they are impatient. We don't have much time to talk."

"You, came down in a cage? Why would the crows send a wounded man, and why you?"

"I thought you would understand why I came when you saw me, Tormund."

"You betrayed us again and led us to a dead end?" Jon saw that there was Hammer in the team. "Let me kill him and hang his head on the flag. Chameleon is worse than a dog."

"Let me see Mance." Jon ignored him and continued to look at Tormund.

Tormund laughed. "Can you still ride a horse?"

"If you're not in a hurry, I can walk over slowly."

Tormund shrugged, "You don't have to say those hurtful words to me, Jon Snow."

Soon, Tormund brought him to the edge of a pine forest. Jon took a quick look around and found that there were quite a few people in the team, but they all looked tired and had blank eyes. They were busy with their own things, and few even paid attention to Jon, who was wearing black clothes and walking through the sparse temporary resting camp.

It was obvious that they were all extremely tired.

Jon keenly discovered that this team seemed to be intentionally marching in the dense forest not far from the Great Wall. He just didn't know whether they had discovered that the magic of the White Walkers seemed not to approach the Great Wall, or whether they had other plans.

The terrain of this area is a leeward slope, and Mans's tent is set up at the highest point of the slope.

Jon found that many familiar faces were missing, including the Six-Shaped Man, the Skeleton King and others. He didn't know if they were dispersed yesterday or if there was something else going on.

"Jon, should I call you brave or foolish?" Mance Rayder asked as soon as they met. "Why do you come to my place at this hour?"

"Mance, I think we should have reached a consensus by now." Jon said calmly, "Our real enemies are those things chasing you. You, the free folk and the Night's Watch, killing each other will only make us powerless when we face those things."

They went into the tent.

Mance Rayder asked, "Do you think you have won?"

"Win? How unwise a person would have to be to say that he won after what happened last night?"

"You are very clever, Jon. But since the Night's Watch sent a disabled invalid like you to negotiate, I'm afraid the conditions they offer are extremely harsh. Do they think we can rest easy now that we have been overwhelmed by the wights?"

"Mance, you were once a member of the Night's Watch. You should know that a wall guarded by two thousand men is something you cannot cross."

"But what if I blow the wall down?"

Jon gasped as Mance reached for a huge warhorn inside the tent.

"See?" Mance touched the runes carved into gold. "This is the Horn of Winter. Joman blew it once, and he raised the giants from the earth and destroyed the Wall."

Jon suppressed his shock and asked, "If this is true, why didn't you use it last night? And why did you waste time outside the city?"

Mance asked in a bitter tone: "You know what we are facing. If I blow the Horn of Winter, the Wall will fall. Where will we escape to?"

“Once the Wall falls,” said Dalla, Queen of Mance, “what will stand in the way of the White Walkers?”

Jon's face fell.

"No, Mance. That horn you hold is a fake," Jon said. "It can only be a fake, and I shall take it for a fake as long as you do not blow it."

Mance studied Jon's face. He sighed. "Do you really want to push me to that point? To tell you the truth, Jon, I sent Jarl with thousands of men and mammoths to dig up the abandoned fortress a long time ago. I also arranged for people to cut wood and build ships in the Bay of Seals. Ten thousand men may be crossing the Bay of Seals on rafts at this moment to attack Eastwatch from behind. You'd better hope their attack is successful, or I will blow the horn."

"It's no use bluffing against me, Mance. Negotiation is just a nice way of saying it. In fact, many people think it's 'notification'. Let me be honest with you, Mance. Except for me, no brother is willing to take the risk of going outside the Wall to find the wildlings. They would rather deal with tens of thousands of wights in the war with the White Walkers than come to the North to negotiate with the free folk. Do you know why?"

Mance Rayder said nothing, but simply touched the golden runes on the horn.

Jon replied, "There is a king, a real king, a Targaryen king with dragons, who has set his sights on the Wall, Mance. You don't know that now there is a steady stream of supplies and men coming to the Wall from Dragonstone, Braavos, the Stormlands, and all the major ports. Maester Aemon, do you remember him? His Majesty sent three hundred guards and more than a thousand heavily armored mercenaries just to chat with him and protect his safety.

Not only that, he sent Stannis Baratheon, a king he had defeated, and his best soldiers to defend the Wall. I think if you had someone watching Castle Black yesterday, you would have seen them. They have magic, Lord Mance. Did you see the flaming swords they held high in their hands?
Even if the horn you hold is real, blowing down the Wall would mean the end of you, not the Night's Watch or the Seven Kingdoms.

In fact, I am not here to negotiate, Mance. I am just a raven sent by Lord Stannis, the current commander of Castle Black, to risk his life and offer you a way out.

He asked me to tell you that he is willing to consider the future of mankind and reduce the unnecessary sacrifices that may be caused by you becoming wights in the future, so he can let you build a urn under the Black Castle by yourself against the city wall. When the cold wind blows, everyone, whether free people or people from the Seven Kingdoms, should live and die together and unite to fight against the common enemy. "

Jon didn't know where he got the confidence from, and he quickly told Stannis what he had said that morning. Yes, Jon knew that he was not honorable for selectively explaining some facts, but Jon knew that he had to let Mance Rayder and the free people realize the current situation.

He came here with the determination to die.

Before Mans could answer, Hammer outside the door started shouting, "Mans, let me kill him!"

Mance Rayder looked at Jon deeply and did not answer. He called to Tormund: "Tormund, you brought the man here. Take him away!"

Jon was led out of the tent by Tormund.

Somehow, Jon suddenly realized that Mance Rayder might not be bluffing, but really had other plans, and his life depended on the success of that plan.

Fortunately, Jon's fate seems to have not ended here, just as Melisandre said.

After a short rest, Mance Rayder's troops continued eastward, and around noon, Jon saw about a thousand people joining the troops from the east. That was the Hardfoot Jarl that Mance had mentioned before.

Only then did Jon realize that Mance had actually sent people to try to dig out the abandoned fortress on the Wall.

Now that Jarl was back, Jon felt relieved.

He knew that Mance Rayder and the wildlings might have other options, but as time passed, they would eventually find that they had no choice.

(End of this chapter)