Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 234 Reunion

"Visitors from the future,"

Nisha Nisha's voice was like heavenly music, and her gaze towards Rahalo seemed to carry a sense of long-standing familiarity. "I sensed your arrival two days ago. Rahalo, Rahalo..."

“This is no coincidence,” Nisha Nisha said with a friendly smile. “May I ask what brings you here?”

Rahalo bowed: "Nisha Nisha, I know who your brother is, and I know that killing him will not end the long night forever."

This statement shocked Azor Ahai and Nisha Nisha.

In this era, no one knows the Night King's true identity, and even less does anyone know his relationship with Nisha Nisha.

A flicker of pain crossed Nisha Nisha's eyes: "My brother..." she whispered, "Do you know what he's become?"

“Yes,” Rahalo nodded. “In my time, people called him the First Night King, the servant of the Cold God, but I also know that he was not born evil, but was bewitched by the Cold God, which is a tragedy.”

“Come in, Lahalo, visitor from the future,” Nisha Nisha said. “It seems we have a lot to talk about.”

...

The Great Wall in modern times.

At dawn, just as day was breaking, an urgent signal came from the watchtower: the Night King's army had appeared on the horizon.

Jon Snow and Daenerys, along with their generals, immediately ascended to the highest point of the Wall. Although they had expected it, the sight before them still made everyone gasp in astonishment.

On the horizon, a black line gradually appeared. As time went by, the line became clearer and clearer, transforming into an enemy army of unimaginable size.

The army of wights filled every space from the Wall to the horizon, their numbers beyond calculation. There were naked First Men, wildlings draped in animal skins, and even Night's Watchmen in black robes.

They rode skeletal warhorses or walked, their steps almost identical, their eyes showing no fear, only endless hatred for the living.

In the army, hundreds of zombie mammoths moved slowly forward, their eyes burning with blue flames. Their tusks were like two sharp scimitars, and their legs were like palace pillars. When they stepped on the ground, snow flew everywhere, and ghouls were constantly crushed into pieces by them.

Each mammoth carries a zombie giant on its back, accompanied by thousands of other zombie giants, each over two stories tall, with bulging muscles, and wielding engineering tools such as tree-like objects or heavy hammers.

The Night King's face was as pale as ice and snow. He had long, black hair that reached his shoulders and wore a black cloak. He rode atop the largest mammoth, which was taller than a three-story building. He exuded an endless aura of coldness, and even from miles away, the guards could feel the biting chill.

A resolute flame burned in Daenerys's eyes: "Send the order: all troops, prepare for battle!"

Baqu looked up at her, then looked away and raised the blue storm flag of the artillery unit.

Twenty cannons were positioned on the salient of the fortress, each aimed in its own direction, and the gunners skillfully checked their tools and calibrated the cannons.

In fact, calibration is unnecessary. No matter where the shells are fired, the sheer density of the enemy can wipe out a large area.

"How far away?" Baqu shouted to the observer.

"About three kilometers away, it is approaching us at a speed of five kilometers per hour!"

"Prepare solid shot," Baqu ordered. "Fire only when within effective range! Prioritize mammoths, then giants, and finally ghouls!"

On the Wall, each archer had three quiver of arrows and several dragon glass arrowheads, which were the only known weapons capable of effectively killing White Walkers.

In the TV series, more than 40,000 Slark cavalry launched a deadly charge against the White Walkers, but were quickly wiped out.

Before leaving, Rahalo gave special instructions that the Dothraki cavalry must not simply perish beneath the Wall, but must hold the rear of the Wall as a reserve force after the enemy breaks through it, or as a powerful sweeping force when the enemy is at a significant disadvantage.

When the enemy entered firing range, Baqu gave the order to fire: "Artillery, fire all at once!"

Twenty Napoleon cannons roared simultaneously, sending flames soaring into the sky and billowing smoke. Solid shot whistled through the enemy ranks, blasting twenty massive breaches in the mammoth herd and tearing countless ghouls to shreds.

"Load! Keep firing!" Baqu shouted the order.

The cannon fire was like thunder, continuous and relentless, each shell causing immense damage to the enemy.

But the enemy forces were simply too numerous, and even with the heavy losses inflicted by artillery fire, they did not appear to have decreased much.

Worse still, the Night King began to summon blizzards, with howling winds and snow severely affecting the gunners' aiming accuracy. Moreover, the temperature plummeted, causing the cannons to misfire from time to time.

"The firing effect is decreasing!" a gunner reported.

"Keep firing!" Baqu roared. "Let those white devils know how powerful we are!"

The army of ghouls continued to advance, and then the catapults on the city walls began to unleash a barrage of stones, followed by ballistae. The archers were also ready, drawing their bows and nocking arrows.

The pressure on the defending troops gradually increased, and just then, a stirring bugle call came from the south.

On the Wall, Jon Snow excitedly pointed into the distance: "Look! Reinforcements are coming!"

The first to arrive was the Mormont family, flying a green flag with a black bear. Lyanna Mormont led fifty warriors from Bear Island at the forefront.

There were other Northern lords loyal to House Stark, including House Seven with its silver axe banner, House Dustin with its two rusty axes and black crown banner, House Karstark with its black banner and white sun banner, House Manderley with its green banner and mermaid banner, and other smaller families or knights with different banners.

"Defend the Great Wall! Defend the North! Defend all mankind!"

Lyanna shouted in her childish voice, her petite body wrapped in a large black fur cloak, with only her face showing.

This ten-year-old girl possesses courage that even adults admire!

The Vale army followed closely behind, led by Ser Jorn Royce the Bronze, whose Knights of the Vale, clad in gleaming silver plate armor and ridden by magnificent steeds, were among the most elite heavy cavalry in Westeros.

Since Jenny Arryn, the "Valley Virgin," steadfastly supported Rhaenyra Targaryen and her sons, every Targaryen king on the Iron Throne has had a portion of Arryn's blood.

These knights proved their loyalty during the Blackfyre Rebellion, and now they have come to the Wall to fulfill their duty of protecting the Targaryen Queen!
"For the Dragon Queen! For honor!" Jon Royce's voice echoed in the wind.

Then, the golden rose banner appeared on the horizon.

Garland Tyrell, leading the most elite army of the Reach, rode up to the Wall and shouted, "Where is Lahallo?"

“He’s on a special mission,” Daenerys said, gliding down the Wall on her dragon’s back, “but your Dothraki brothers are all here!”

"Very well! We shall fight for the survival of humanity!" Garland raised his longsword. "Riverbank Knights, we shall never retreat!"

Then, banners piercing the sun appeared on the horizon, and Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper, arrived with Dorne's Sand Riders.

Beside him, three Sand Snakes, Obara, Nymeria, and Trinity, each led their own troops and appeared on the horizon.

"Dorn, never give up!" Oberon's spear gleamed in the sunlight. "Fight for the living!"

“Damn Lahalo,” Nymeria cursed through gritted teeth, “You only ever avoid me, don’t you?” “Sister’s angry, and the consequences will be severe,” Trinley blinked her big eyes and shouted, “Fight for Lahalo!”

Just as the Dornish army arrived, the howling of wolves suddenly echoed from afar.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a huge gray wolf leading hundreds of wolves of varying sizes running at an extremely fast speed on the horizon.

Amidst the wolf pack, a jet-black ghost leopard followed closely behind, with two cavalry units in quick succession: a thousand Dothraki cavalrymen and a thousand Northern cavalrymen.

Leading the group was Arya, wielding a sewing needle with the grace of a sword.

“Arya?” Jon’s voice trembled. “Little sister!”

Arya rode up to the foot of the Wall and looked up at Jon Snow. Tears welled in her eyes.
"I'm back, Jon. I've come to protect you!"

The direwolf Nymeria let out a long howl, and the entire pack responded with howls that echoed through the sky!
Just as everyone was still reeling from Arya's return, another army appeared on the horizon.

This army was much larger and more disciplined.

Five thousand Unsullied warriors stood in perfect formation, their spears like a forest. These legendary warriors, renowned for their absolute obedience and fearless courage, were the most elite infantry in the world.

Two figures rode up on horseback ahead of the Unsullied Legion.

"Qogo!" The archers on the Great Wall recognized their commander and responded by pounding their chests.

"……uncle?"

Lyanna Mormont looked at Jorah, who, though exiled, had now returned and was leading a powerful army.

What shocked everyone the most was the third person.

After Qiao Ge and Qiao La, a tall figure slowly rode up on horseback. He was dressed in black, his face marked by the passage of time, but his gray eyes remained as firm as iron.

“Father?” Jon rubbed his eyes.

"Lord Ed?" The nobles of the North were stunned when they saw him, speechless with shock.

Eddard Stark, the Duke of Winterfell, the Warden of the North, a man everyone thought was dead, was now standing alive before them!

Arya sat frozen on horseback, the whole world seemingly still. That figure, that resolute face she would never forget…

He is my father, he really is my father!
Arya gripped the reins tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Ed saw his daughter too, and in that instant, he trembled. His skinny, always-troublesome little daughter had grown up.

“Arya…” he called softly.

The familiar voice struck Arya's heart like lightning. She leaped off her horse, nearly falling, but she didn't care. She stumbled towards her father, tears blurring her vision.

"Dad! Daddy!"

She ran and cried, as if she had returned to Winterfell from her childhood. The little girl who had once stubbornly said, "I am not a lady," now completely exposed the softest part of her heart.

Ed opened his arms to welcome his long-lost daughter. Arya flew into his embrace, and he held her tightly, as if to melt all the longing of the past years into that hug.

“Arya, my daughter…”

Ed's voice choked with emotion, and tears streamed down his weathered face. He gently stroked his daughter's hair, feeling her warmth.

Arya broke down in tears in her father's arms, all the strength and pretense she had maintained over the years crumbling in that moment.

"I thought... I thought you were dead... I thought I would never see you again..."

“I’m here, my child, I’m here.” Ed kissed his daughter’s forehead gently, just like when she had nightmares as a child. “I will never leave you again. Never.”

The father and daughter embraced tightly, and all the sounds around them vanished. In that moment, it was as if there was no war, no Night King, only the most beautiful love in the world—a love that had been lost and found again.

Nymeria slowly approached, her massive body gently pressing against Ed's side, emitting a low whimper. Ed stroked the giant wolf, tears welling up in his eyes.

Nymeria gently licked Ed's hand, her eyes seemingly sparkling as if to say, "We're all home now."

Jon rushed down the Wall as fast as he could, and when he saw the figure embracing Arya, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

He stopped ten paces away, his body trembling. "Father? Is it really you?"

Eddard turned to Jon Snow and saw the tall, handsome young man. In his eyes were guilt, love, pride, and deep longing.

“Jon…” Eddard opened his arms, “my son.”

Jon stood frozen in place, tears welling up in his eyes.

Over the years, he has borne the identity of an illegitimate child, enduring loneliness and doubt.

But this man never treated him differently; instead, he showed him fatherly love and gave him the dignity of being a human being.

“Father…” Jon stumbled toward Eddard like a child.

“You’ve become Commander-in-Chief,” Eddard said, embracing Jon tightly. “My son, you are my pride!”

The surrounding Northern nobles all knelt on one knee. "Lord Stark!" Earl Wyman Manderle's voice trembled. "You're really alive!"

Eddard looked at these familiar faces, slowly stood up, helped Arya and Jon to their feet, and then faced all those who were kneeling.

"Rise, my friends," his voice boomed. "The enemy is beyond the Wall, and there is death there, but we men of the North never fear death!"

"Winter is coming!" Lyanna Mormont was the first to stand up, shouting in her clear voice.

"Winter is coming!" All the people of the North stood up and responded in unison.

Eddard turned to Jon, his eyes brimming with the pride of a father looking at his son: "Jon, you have proven yourself. Today, we fight side by side!"

Tears welled up in Jon's eyes. "Father. Today we fight for the North, for the living!"

Just then, a lone knight appeared at the very back, without a banner or any followers, looking utterly alone.

"Kingslayer?" Jon Snow's eyes widened in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)