Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 276 Seeing is believing, awakening from a dream

"They were so fast. It only took two to three months for the vanguard of the White Walker army to penetrate deep into the riverbeds and even the valleys in the heart of Westeros from the Great Wall. I even felt their cold breath on the heart trees of some ancient families in the Three Rivers."

Any Westeros army, even if invincible, would take twice as long to achieve such a speed of advancement.

"After our counterattack, the White Walker army's offensive on the Great Wall has slowed down. The several holes in the Great Wall have been repaired. I remember you said that the cold wind blowing from the Great Wall to the south is their supply, and they will definitely not give up attacking the Great Wall. In the past few days, I have seen traces of blizzards on the frozen sea surface of Seal Bay and Ice Bay. I tried to attack with storms, but there were mostly only a few hundred or dozens of wights inside the blizzards, and almost no White Walkers were seen. They didn't suffer any serious injuries in the previous counterattack, so they should be preparing for a bigger offensive. Can you think of other ways to obtain the movements of the White Walker army? Even the two of us so-called 'gods' have become blind. This war is really frustrating."

After the counterattack, the White Walkers stopped their large-scale attack, and Winterfell and White Harbor were saved. Even in the direction of the stream, Barrowtown was almost taken by the White Walker army. However, due to the surprise attacks by Viserys of White Harbor, Eastwatch by the Sea, and the southern foot of Shadow Tower, the White Walker army retreated across the board and entered a brief silence.

Except for the Second Regiment's encounter with the White Walkers near the source of the White Knife River in the south of Winterfell when they were rushing to support Winterfell, the war in the North and the castle fell into silence for half a month. It was not until the last few days that the Three-Eyed Raven regained control of the movements of the White Walkers.

The first two pieces of information were: one was that a group of White Walkers had crossed the Mountains of the Moon and entered the Valley; the other was that several groups of White Walkers had already passed by Raventree City, and there were quite a few of them.

Raventree is the most important intelligence station of the Three-Eyed Raven in the Riverlands. It is the home of the Blackwood family and has a dead weirwood tree that attracts thousands of crows to roost. Viserys guessed that the Three-Eyed Raven relied on those crows to obtain intelligence.

In addition to the two big news, there is also some information that has been heard so many times that as the long night approaches, the cold current of the White Walkers and the cold winter of the planet itself have caused thick ice to form on many rivers in the Riverlands.

Except for some of the most turbulent waterfall areas, almost all rivers, wetlands and swamps north of the Red Fork River are covered with ice and snow. Even the thick ice on several large rivers allows people or carriages to pass directly through.

After all, Viserys had seen the Yellow River freeze in the Hetao region in winter, so he was mentally prepared for this strange thing that the people of Westeros found strange.

According to historical records, during the Long Night 8,000 years ago, the ice in the rivers of Essos spread all the way to the Seheru River, which is about the same latitude as King's Landing. Viserys had already expected the ice area to spread to King's Landing and even further south over time.

"In fact, you already know how to keep yourself from being blinded."

"My faith is in humans. I let believers go to the snowfields under the long night to scout. I can feel what they see. Haven't I already integrated believers to form a corps to scout deep into the snowfields? But even if the First Regiment has knights in thunderstorm armor leading a hundred-man team out, their reconnaissance range is only ten leagues. Even if I have ten thousand people like Stannis who are not afraid of the cold, the reconnaissance range will only be confined to the combat radius that humans are accustomed to.

Unless they go out for a month or a year like the rangers of the Night's Watch in the summer to conduct suicide reconnaissance. But in the current situation, the long night and cold will take their lives the next day when the fuel and other supplies are exhausted. The human army is already at an overall disadvantage. The number of the White Walkers is too large. Even if they simply spread out to conduct reconnaissance, the scope of intelligence acquisition is several times or even dozens of times larger than that of human suicide reconnaissance. I thought carefully that forming a human survey corps to conduct death reconnaissance now is tantamount to aiding the enemy. The battlefield set by the Great Will is too unfair to both sides of the war. "

The Three-Eyed Raven heard this and replied, "I don't agree with this statement. From my point of view, the Great Will is fair. If R'hllor or a certain god organizes a human expedition to the north of the Great Wall in midsummer, they can even go deep into the heart of winter with sufficient supplies. Midsummer is not fair to the God of Winter either. It's just that no god can do what the God of Winter does, integrating believers and servants in midsummer to serve one will."

Viserys glanced at him. "Speaking of believers, more and more people in the North are beginning to worship the Targaryen Dragon King and the Three-Headed Dragon. I see you have no problem with that?"

"You are very clever and don't call yourself a god, but humans will naturally regard you as a god because of your great power. However, they are not loyal to your faith because of practical benefits and 'miracles'. Your institutionalized beliefs are effective, but the military and rulers are a minority among humans. I have no doubt that if you are given a few decades, two to three generations, you can shape a national belief system without the 'Holy See', but unfortunately, you don't have two or three generations to prepare."

Viserys made a judgment based on the attitude shown by the Three-Eyed Raven: "Your words are hinting to me that after this war, there will be no next battle for faith."

"You already knew it, why are you asking?"

"Getting validation from you makes me more resilient when it comes to sacrificing others."

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Harrenhal.

"After the Long Night, most of the trade routes on land and sea were cut off. The prices of wool, charcoal, and food in King's Landing soared, doubling in a day. A large number of civilians and wealthy merchants began to flee south. The Queen Mother tried to ban them, ordering that only people could enter through the Mud Gate and the King's Gate, and that the gate guards secretly sold money for entry and exit. There were also a large number of black ships at the port that secretly picked up people to prevent them from escaping. It cost seven silver coins to leave the city through the Mud Gate and the King's Gate, but leaving the city from the North City was not prohibited. Many poor fugitives would rather go through the Blackwater River from the North City to leave the city."

Addam Marbrand reports to Jaime the intelligence he has gathered about King's Landing.

"Will these people flee south and the Targaryen king accept them?"

"I heard that the Targaryen army has set up checkpoints in the south to intercept people. They will be received in several places called 'refugee camps'. Civilians will be provided with three copper coins per day for food and lodging. Nobles and merchants will have separate arrangements. They will stay there for a while, spend a large sum of money to obtain some documents, and then be released in batches."

James chuckled, "Ha, it seems that being a 'good king' has a price."

"It is said that civilians can exchange their labor for money. I heard that they carried bricks, logs and soil to build fortresses. Many civilians in King's Landing could not bear the hardship and fled back to King's Landing. The Queen Mother ordered people to use these people's oral accounts of the torture and labor of civilians in the Targaryen territory as a warning, but many people still could not escape. It is said that the king will also send troops to suppress the banditry outside King's Landing caused by these "refugees". In just two months, more than 300 bandits who rioted and attacked and looted civilians were hanged at the first checkpoint on King's Avenue."

".The Targaryens are well prepared." Jaime listened to these situations, thought about it carefully, and his expression suddenly became cautious. He couldn't help asking, "Ser Adam, do you think that the Targaryens are planning to abandon King's Landing during the Long Night? The Targaryens have already set up their capital in Oldtown. Although it is called a 'temporary capital', but..."

"I have no way of judging, Ser Jaime," Adam replied. "In fact, the trade routes from the South, the Stormlands, and Dragonstone have not been cut off. It was Queen Cersei who closed the South Gate herself, cutting off the main route for traders from King's Landing to the south."

The main road is blocked, but there are also small roads, such as the smuggling road. Jaime was very clear about the part that Adam did not explain. The current state of King's Landing was entirely caused by Cersei. If it was allowed to pass normally and the communication between the two sides was smooth, perhaps the people would not be so panicked.

Adam continued, "There has not been a single large ship entering the port of King's Landing in the past few days. The wages for recruiting sailors for ships moored at the port have increased several times, but except for desperate people and those who really can't make a living, almost no one is willing to go out to sea. I heard that there are merchant ships sailing in Essos except for the southern sea route, and even in the direction of Pentos, there are fewer and fewer. In the direction of Braavos, merchant ships have been cut off for more than three months, and there is no news at all, whether they are coming or going. It is said that Dragonstone and Seagulltown are the same, and there is no news from Braavos. Not to mention the Great Wall, even the Targaryen army has no news about the details except that the war is still going on. Even Braavos is like this, so it is impossible for you to ask me about Tyrion."

"During the long winter night, will Osmund Kettleblack still go to Braavos to kill Tyrion?"

"Kate Black doesn't have that much determination and courage."

Jaime gritted his teeth, "Yes, I have seen that bastard. Although he wears white robes, he does not have the honor of a Kingsguard."

When Jaime thought of that guy, he would think of what his cousin Lancel told him, that Cersei had an affair with the Catelyn brothers, with his cousins, and even with Moon Boy.
Jaime clenched his left hand into a fist. He wanted to kill Lancel, the Kettleblack brothers, and everyone on the long list Lancel mentioned, and then put their heads in front of Cersei and ask her if she had betrayed their feelings.
But he didn't. He chose to escape, fled to Harrenhal, escape from Cersei, hoping to have a decisive battle with the White Walkers promoted by the Targaryens and die.

However, this made him feel weak, with anger pent up and no way to vent.

He had wanted to return to King's Landing to find the wildfire buried by Cersei, so that he could die with her. However, Targaryen had already contacted the Warrior Son to do just that.

This made James feel helpless.

It seemed as if I could do nothing else except feeling helpless and angry.

This is not because of the helplessness brought by the broken arm, but a double blow to the spirit and soul.

Jaime suddenly felt that he could do nothing. Even though he was still the high-spirited Lannister lion, he felt powerless about what was happening right now.

Seeing the veins bulging on James' forehead, Adam asked worriedly, "Sir James?"

"Uh, it's okay." James held up the golden glove on his broken right arm. "Thank you for your hard work, Ser Adam. I asked you to do all these messy things for me. From today on, you will return to the team. Don't go to King's Landing in the long night. Let King's Landing be what it is. The battlefield is where you and I belong."

"They are coming?" Adam raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not sure. The scope that scouts can survey outside the city is too small. Since receiving the warning letter from the Targaryen royal family, people have come back every day to report that they saw shadows, but every time I sent more people, they saw nothing. I suspected that they were lying to me and led the troops to patrol in person. Gods, you can't see anything outside the city on this damn night. These damn scouts are clearly only wandering around the castle within a league, and at most they ran a distance along the King's Road. But there is not even a ghost on this road, and they ran back to change shifts!"

James said unhappily. "They are afraid, I know. They think that the living people holding torches in the long night are like lighthouses, and the dead hiding in the snow are like sea monsters and sharks hiding under the water. They are afraid that when they see something strange, it will be the time of their death, so they run back to the castle at the slightest sign of trouble. This castle is rumored to be haunted, so why aren't they afraid of ghosts here?"

Adam blushed, "This can't be entirely blamed on them. The Targaryen army preaches that it is better to defend the castle than to go out and fight in the field. To defend the castle, it is enough to have an early warning range. Several commanders in charge of reconnaissance have visited the Targaryen army's reconnaissance and defense methods with me. Their reconnaissance is very tight, and the main focus is on responding quickly after receiving the early warning. The Targaryen king knows more about the alien army than we do, Jaime. The first lesson in their training is that they can't use the combat habits of dealing with human armies to imagine the White Walker army."

"So the problem lies with you," James was speechless. "I wanted you and I to take the lead and set an example, and conduct long-range reconnaissance in our respective divisions."

"Ser Jaime, I don't think the Targaryen army's experience is without problems in the face of unfamiliar enemies, but before we actually see them, it's always better to be cautious." Adam responded, "Think about it, King Targaryen personally led his army to the Wall, but the White Walkers still went deep into the interior. I heard that strong fortresses were built around castles in various places in the river. And we have all heard of the power of dragons. It is said that the war in the north is still going on. All these signs tell me that they will be the most terrible enemies we will face in this life."

"So we scout around a league and wait for them to appear and attack?" Jaime sat down helplessly. "It's like locking a person in a black box only a few feet in size and waiting for others to punch. It's too dull. They may not walk on the King's Road, Ser Adam. I'm afraid that those things whose shadows I haven't seen will bypass Harrenhal." After all, Jaime was still worried about King's Landing.

"I understand what you mean, Ser Jaime. In that case, since you and I are both here, why don't I lead a group of scouts to patrol eastward, to a place farther away—"

"No, you stay at Harrenhal, I will go myself. I have been annoyed by the perpetual darkness in the castle lately, and even the wine has made me sick of it. I will go to investigate, and even if I find nothing, it will be a relief."

Jaime couldn't wait to go out of the city for reconnaissance. He had been particularly irritable recently. No matter when he fell asleep, every time he opened his eyes, it was dark, which made it almost impossible for him to see anything. So his mind was particularly active, and he would think about Cersei, King's Landing, Tyrion, his dead father, and his own foolish deeds when he was young.

It's very annoying.

James quickly ordered two dozen experienced scouts to wear armor and warm clothes with the help of his squire Josmine Pike, and then led 26 riders including his squires out of the castle under the cover of night.

Although the snow in Harrenhal was only just above the horse's hooves compared to the north, the air was cold enough to make people feel cold.

As soon as he went out, James couldn't help but look at his servant, Jossamine: "What are you carrying with you that makes a clanging sound?"

The young man from the Pike family was a little shy. "Ser Jaime, these are two people's oil cans and new wildfire bottles. Last time you went to patrol the scouts, you said that the knights carrying these would only increase the weight and hinder the sword, but now the whole army is carrying them according to the Targaryen army's requirements. I'll bring one for you, so that if you encounter an emergency, it will not hinder your sword swinging, and you will have enough fire starters."

"Then how do you wield the sword, kid?" James shook his head. "You don't need to bring my share, just bring your own." He only had one hand, and carrying all these would certainly hinder his sword swinging.

Jaime had just left the castle and looked at the pitch-black night. The human field of vision was compressed into a very narrow range, and visibility was extremely low. The White Walker army would not light bonfires in the night, so it was really difficult to do a good job of reconnaissance. He found a direction and said, "Everyone, let's run farther today and spread out. Do you see that dark hillside in the east? Climb up that hill and come back."

"Yes!" The scouts received the order, and three people formed a group, holding torches and spreading out in all directions.

In a cloudy, starless night, the human eye can only see what is a little further away by this means, even with the reflection of the snow.

In fact, the cavalry in Jaime's hands is the last of the Lannister family, which was once so powerful. After the fall of the Westerlands, there were deserters. When the news of the fall of the Westerlands spread, many riders that Jaime was familiar with and that the Lannister family had trained since childhood ran away with their horses to become deserters, and fled back to the Westerlands to surrender or wander. At that time, even Jaime didn't know how to save or deal with them. In the end, it was the Marbrand family and the Piketon family that pulled back most of the troops.

Jaime never wanted to know what promises Ser Adam and the others made to bring the team back to his side, but he knew that if he was like Cersei and still wanted them to fight for the restoration of the Lannister family, the troops might be reduced by two-thirds the next day, and the rest would demand a large sum of money before they would fight. There was no need for Jaime to die in the battle. As long as someone fell off his horse or was shot, the rest would raise the white flag without hesitation.

In the end, perhaps only Adam Marbrand, Ilyn Payne, and a few servants would insist on dying with Jaime.

After riding for a while in the cold wind, Jaime felt his depressed mood was much more relaxed. The fields east of Harrenhal were as quiet as death under the night, and the lights of Harrenhal behind him gradually faded away and became a distant lonely light.

Several small tenant villages had already been moved into the castle. In the snowy fields, under the night, it seemed that there was no other cargo except for the few humans holding torches. An unprecedented loneliness surged into Jaime's heart, making him feel particularly lonely. Missing Cersei would not bring him any warmth, and Tyrion was thousands of miles away, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive. He suddenly thought of Brienne, wondering how she was doing? Did he get the news that the Stark sisters had reappeared in the world?
Her mission was accomplished, and James himself? He had nothing.

"Uu——"

While James was daydreaming, a scout's whistle calling for assembly was heard nearby.

It was a whistle rather than a warning horn, indicating that the scout had just discovered some uncertain traces and needed to gather nearby people to investigate it together.

Since he heard the whistle, James certainly would not ignore it. He and his servants immediately rode to the location where the whistle came from.

When James arrived, there were already seven or eight torches gathered there.

"What did you find?" James moved closer.

"There are quite a lot of hoof prints, but they don't look like horse hooves, but more like deer hooves." Someone immediately answered, "Look, here are some wolf footprints." Someone lit a torch to illuminate the snow.

An experienced scout said: "This is very strange."

James took a look and agreed, "Indeed."

The attendant beside him, Qiao Simin, stretched her body straight on her horse, raised her head and looked closely, with a look of confusion in her eyes.

James explained to him: "Those footprints are not normal. People who often hunt know that when a herd of deer encounters a pack of wolves, there is always chaos. But judging from the footprints here, they are not in chaos. The deer hoof prints and wolf footprints are intertwined."

Qiao Simin understood: ".This means that the wolves and deer travel together."

The young attendant's words silenced the surrounding scouts for a moment, and the air seemed to become a little colder.

"These footprints are very fresh." Jaime turned his horse's head and looked towards Harrenhal in the west. From here, the lights in Harrenhal were just a small point of light, while the torches in the hands of the scouts spread out in the north and south were like distant stars.

This means that it is difficult for scouts patrolling in a small area and guards in the castle to find that there are groups of animals passing by here. Animals? Let's assume for the time being that they are animals.

One veteran said, “I think we should follow these footprints and see where they go.”

But this statement immediately caused a rebuttal: "I don't think so. We are not here to hunt. I suggest that we continue to go up the hillside in front. It is only three hundred steps away. My suggestion is that we climb the hillside, open our eyes and take a good look around to see if there is anything unusual, and then go back. What do you think, sir?"

The scouts looked at Jaime. For some reason, Jaime thought of the Whispering Wood at this moment. His scouts were ambushed and killed by the young wolf's men and direwolves, and then he was defeated by a night raid in the Whispering Wood. That defeat indirectly led to his loss of a hand.

"Blow the whistle and gather everyone. Today's patrol has made some discoveries. You, you, and you, the three of you must hurry back to Harrenhal and inform Ser Adam of the situation here. Ask him to send three hundred fully armed riders. I will wait for you here. Jossamine, you also go back and bring my lance."

These scouts still viewed this discovery as a patrol, while James viewed the discovery from the perspective of a commander.

In any case, James had to figure out what the beast footprints here were.

As the assembly whistle sounded, the scouts who were scattered from one place to another began to gather.

however.

When the scouts gathered at Jaime's location.

With just a glance, one can easily spot the abnormality: "What's going on? Two groups are missing?"

Someone immediately responded, "It's the south, sir. Our group is the third to last group exploring south. The two smaller groups are all in the south. I saw them heading south. The last time I saw them, the second to last group entered an abandoned tenant village. I have already blown the assembly whistle."

The other two people in the group immediately added details and confirmed that they all saw people in that direction.

Upon hearing this, James immediately ordered: "Everyone, alert!"

James guessed that the two groups of scouts were probably in danger. This was the situation he hated the most. The scouts were killed silently without even being able to give a warning, and he had no idea what was going on.

As James gave the order, the remaining scouts quickly dispersed from the gathering. With James at one corner, the scout team dispersed to form a large wedge with three people in a group and separated from each other by about a meter wide.

Of the three scouts in a group, only one was left holding a torch to illuminate, while the other two extinguished the torches, took out crossbows and oil cans, and used crossbows to vigilantly monitor the movements in all directions.

They were located in a wide field near the King's Road, and although it was dark at night, they had a wide view.

Jaime carefully listened to the movements in the snow in the darkness around him, and looked towards Harrenhal from time to time.

The flames of the three riders had entered Harrenhal, which looked somewhat hideous in the night.

Soon, in less than a quarter of an hour, hundreds of torches gathered like sparks from the direction of Harrenhal and rushed towards the direction where Jaime and his party were.

James had a bad feeling that he had not been attacked during the waiting period. If there were any enemies, they might have moved away during this period, and it was very likely that they would not be able to find any traces.

The owners of those footprints obviously deliberately took a road away from the castle's eyes and ears. James had to find out why. The other party either did not have enough troops to attack the castle, or had other intentions.

Soon, more than 300 riders from the castle joined Jaime, and the servants also brought lances to Jaime.

Even on a large battlefield, a cavalry team of more than 300 people is not a force that can be easily ignored.

With so many people, James felt much more confident. After taking over the command, he immediately ordered the scouts to clear a path in the direction where the footprints were found. The scouts spread out their tentacles around, while the main force spread out their formation and moved slowly, heading in a guard posture to the abandoned tenant village in the south where two scout groups had encountered accidents.

As more people came, the scouts' scope of exploration became wider and their confidence increased.

Soon, they discovered that behind the slope that James had pointed out, there were also traces of various animals, including humans.

But there were no traces of large numbers of horse hooves.

However, this does not mean that the other side has no cavalry.

According to various legends and Targaryen propaganda, the White Walker army will fight on the corpses of various animals.

The cavalry, ready for battle, quickly approached the village where the scouts had disappeared.

"Seven levels of hell!"

Jaime's horse was very cramped, its head swaying from side to side in its windproof hood, rolling its eyes and pulling at the reins. Jaime urged the horse, squeezed its belly, and tried to straighten the direction of the horse's head before it was willing to move forward.

It was obvious that the horse really didn't like the feeling of this place.

James didn't like it either.

He suddenly thought that since they were a pack of wolves and a herd of deer, he should have ordered a few hunting dogs to come over.

"alert!"

The horse's uneasiness made everyone else uneasy, and James had to shout the order louder so that as many people as possible could hear it.

The cavalry array was ready to go fifty steps outside the village.

Several scouts urged their horses with great effort and slowly approached the tenant village which was made of thatch and wood. There was only one house with a covered corral next to it and a fence around it.

It seemed ridiculous to surround a private house with such fanfare, but James did not dare to take it lightly.

The scouts rode into the fenced yard.

The inspection of the small house was quickly completed.

Someone yelled, "Corpse!"

The scouts came over, and someone quickly added, "They are our people."

A scout returned to Jaime and reported what he had found: three bodies were left in the corral, and their horses were missing. There were footprints in the yard, but something could be seen moving further south.

The footprints are neat.

Step deep.

Three horses, black blood clots fell all over the ground, pointing to the south.

provocative.

James quickly determined the meaning of this mark. He asked, "Wound?"

The scout replied tremblingly, "They were killed with one blow. The wounds were all in the throat. Their blood solidified into black ice."

Undoubtedly provocative.

The lieutenant beside him asked: "Ser Jaime, is it really a White Walker?"

Jaime looked grim. "I'm afraid so, Seven Hells! They went south past Harrenhal."

Howling!
"what!"

"Damn it!"

"fire!"

Suddenly, the scream of a frightened horse came from the direction of the village.

It turned out that the scouts were planning to burn the bodies on the spot according to the Targaryen army's propaganda, but the three corpses suddenly opened their eyes and attacked the scouts.

Fortunately, they were prepared.

James looked up and saw that although they were frightened for a moment, several scouts still used oil cans and torches to burn three corpses. His side was only slightly frightened.

In an instant, a huge bonfire seemed to suddenly burn in the direction of the village.

The corpse that had turned into a corpse was like firewood covered with grease, burning fiercely.

There were bursts of exclamations from the cavalry, which lasted for a while before they stopped.

James's mount was also frightened by the sudden scream and raised its hooves, forcing him to bend down and comfort the horse.

All signs clearly indicate that the White Walkers have no idea how many troops have already crossed Harrenhal and headed south.

After a long silence, the adjutant couldn't help but ask, "Sir James, what should we do next?"

seeing is believing.

James was stunned for a long time before he recovered. He looked up to the south and made up his mind: "Chase." He said this word, his expression froze, and then added, "One team of scouts will go back and inform Sir Adam of what happened here. The rest of you will continue to search south with me."

The adjutant was worried: "Will there be a trap?"

Jaime paused and shook his head. "Assuming the enemy is intelligent, their provocation is too deliberate. How could they know in advance how many people we would send out, and how would they have the time to set up an ambush for an uncertain force? Today's reconnaissance was a sudden idea. The enemy deliberately avoided Harrenhal, which means they are most likely out of manpower. So we should chase them and confirm their direction."

James' words reassured many people.

So James led a team of more than 300 riders to chase southward. But after chasing for two miles, they did not see a single living creature, and the footprints of animals and humans were scattered here, some of which split into three paths to the east, and some continued to go south.

"They have dispersed, Ser Jaime. It seems that they are outnumbered, as you said."

Jaime's guess was correct, but he was not happy at all. "Damn it! They strayed from the Kingsroad. The ones heading east are probably heading towards Maidenpool, and the ones heading south are probably heading towards Staghorn. There are not enough soldiers in those places, and most of them are unarmed civilians."

At this moment, Jaime finally knew how the White Walker army had leaked in from the Targaryen King, the North, and the Riverlands.

Under the cover of the long night, the humans hiding in the castle are unable to prevent the infiltration of the White Walkers. Even in the wild, the humans holding torches to protect themselves from the wind are no match for the White Walker army that can march without lighting or heating.

Looking at the footprints that deviated from the main road and the deep darkness under the night sky, James was not sure whether the other party would set a trap and wait for them to get in if he continued to chase deeper.

The riders have already chased for two leagues, and the horses are beginning to wheeze with exhaustion. How many more leagues can they chase for? Even if they catch up, can they guarantee their combat effectiveness?

Jaime looked further south along the Kingsroad, trying to see King's Landing beyond Barrig through the night.

At this moment, Jaime suddenly realized that it was a mistake for him to lead his troops to Harrenhal. Just as the Targaryen army had said, the White Walker army was different from the human army, and they were not here to capture cities and plunder.

They are for obtaining more corpse minions.

In a flash, Jaime realized that the White Walker army was short of vanguard troops, so they were dividing their forces to attack small human settlements and carry out massacres.

And once they have enough of them, where will they go?
Will they attack Harrenhal?
How many people are there in Harrenhal? The total number of soldiers and civilians is only over 5,000.

Now, apart from King's Landing, where else is there a large population of humans that could make the White Walkers jealous?
Thinking about this clearly, James' scalp went numb for a moment.

(End of this chapter)