The tunnels in the Great Wall were narrow and twisty, and many of the wildlings were either too old, sick, or wounded, and their progress was slow.

Eddard Stark frowned at the team of black snakes beyond the Great Wall, and said:

"Your Majesty, it may take two or three days for all the wild people to pass through the Great Wall, and we need to fortify outside the city to prevent the strange ghosts from attacking again."

"Okay, you go and arrange it. Remember to prepare more flammable materials such as firewood, as ghouls are afraid of fire. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After Ed left, Samwell looked at the savage army for a while, and then asked again:

"How much food is left in Castle Black?"

The crowd was silent for a moment, and at last Eddie, the commissioner, stepped forward and handed the king a scroll of codex, saying:

"Your Majesty, this is the inventory count ...... three months ago"

Samwell took it and glanced at it casually a few times, then stared at Eddie for a long time, and said:

"Take me to the warehouse."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The two descended the Great Wall through a lifting iron cage, and Eddie found a torch to lead the king into the underground passage of Castle Black.

This underground space, known to the Night's Watch as the Worm Road, is dark and unobtrusive, twisting and turning like a labyrinth.

It's not useful in the summer, but when the cold winter wind blows, it's the easiest and safest way to get between the buildings.

At the same time, it is also the best storage space.

The footsteps of the two echoed in the narrow worm path, and after walking for a long time, they finally met Vic, the storekeeper of Castle Black, at the intersection of four worm paths.

After saluting the king, Vic removed the key chain from his chest and opened the solid oak door of the warehouse.

"Your Majesty, oats, wheat, barley, and barrels of semolina are stored here."

Samwell entered the warehouse and glanced around, revealing that the basketball court-sized room was almost full, with bunches of onions and garlic hanging from the beams.

Vic led the king to another storehouse:

"Your Majesty, this room is full of vegetables, carrots, dried peas, potatoes, apples, pears, and the like.

This is meat, beef, pork, lamb, cod, all frozen well, and some ham and smoked sausages.

This is spices and nuts, and olive ......"

Samwell looked over one by one, not saying a word.

This made Eddie and the others quite worried, and it wasn't until all the warehouses were finished that he smiled and said:

"Your Majesty, you see, our Black Castle still has a lot of food reserves."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Vic also helped, "The long summer that has just passed has been very fruitful, and the lords are also extraordinarily generous, with our current reserves, it is estimated that we can support the Night's Watch Legion for three years." ”

"But what if you add the savages?" Samwell asked.

"Savages?" Eddie frowned, "But Your Majesty, they shouldn't need us to make offerings, right?" ”

"Most of them don't." Samwell said, "I will arrange for the wildlings who are willing to become the subjects of the Seven Kingdoms to go south to the Stormlands, and as for the wildlings who are unwilling to kneel, all of them will rush to the wolf forest and let them find their own ways to hunt and gather to survive."

However, there will still be a number of savage warriors, probably around seven or eight thousand, who will stay to help defend the Great Wall.

The food for these wildlings needs to be met by the Night's Watch legion. ”

"Seven or eight thousand?" Eddie's mouth opened wide, "If that's the case, within five months, we'll only have turnips and oatmeal to eat, and then we'll have to drink horse blood." ”

"Horse blood is not bad, either." Vic tried to temper the mood, "There's nothing better than a hot cup of horse blood on a cold winter night." It's best to sprinkle a pinch of cinnamon on top. ”

"People get sick, Your Majesty." Eddie didn't want to pay attention to his comrades, "The soldiers' nutrition in the war must be guaranteed, otherwise the gums will bleed and the teeth will loosen.

If you'll allow it, I'd suggest that the winter food ration system be implemented immediately, and that it should last a little longer.

But the best thing to do is to hope that King's Landing can give you support. ”

With that, he looked at the king expectantly.

The king did not disappoint him either.

"King's Landing will certainly support you." Samwell said, "Before I set off for the north, I have ordered people to prepare food and dragon crystal weapons, and they will transport these things to Donghaiwang by sea, and you will send people to receive them when the time comes." ”

"Great!" Add exclaimed excitedly, "With your support, no matter how many wild people come, I won't be afraid." ”

"Don't take it lightly." Samwell said, "It's not just the savages, King's Landing will send troops to help, and they'll have to eat. ”

"How many troops will you send to the Wall?"

"The vanguard army is seven thousand men. The scale of subsequent support will be adjusted according to the situation of the Great Wall. So, Castle Black's food reserves are key. Samwell paused and asked, "How often do you count your stockpiles?" ”

"It's usually half a year."

"It's been too long. Later, it was changed to once a month. And immediately arrange for manpower to start the inventory again. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Samwell then left the warehouse and returned to the surface.

By this time the sun had set in the west, and the shadows were stretched long by the dim and dim sun, and the sky was divided by black clouds, like gray and white tattered flags.

"It's just past noon, and it's almost dark."

"Yes, Your Majesty, since the onset of winter, the days have been getting shorter and the nights have been longer. Maybe one day, the sun will never rise again, and Westeros will have a terrible long night. ”

Samwell looked at the dusk sunset and was silent for a long time.

Three days later, the wildlings finally passed through the Great Wall.

And during this time, the strange ghosts and ghouls did not appear again.

Instead, another group came to the Great Wall.

They are Bran Stark and the others who went north to the Land of Eternal Winter in search of the Three-Eyed Raven.

Eddard Stark was particularly excited to see his son who had been separated for a long time, and Robb Stark and Jon Snow were also very happy, carrying their younger brother and shouting at the city gate.

However, Bran's reaction was flat.

Although he was smiling, he could tell that it was just a polite smile, not a heartfelt joy.

The three of Ed and his son may not have noticed it when they were immersed in joy, but Samwell could see it clearly from the sidelines.

And he knew that this Bran Stark was the heir to the Three-Eyed Raven.

Thinking of the intervention of the "Three-Eyed Crow" in the last time he fought with "Crow-Eyed" Euron Greyjoy in Blackwater Bay, he felt that the other party might have a plan.

It wasn't until the Starks had finished renewing their old routines and recovered from their initial excitement that Samwell stepped forward.

"Your Majesty," said Bran, bowing his head as he sat in the bamboo basket on Ado's back, "forgive me for not being able to salute. ”

"It's fine." Samwell waved his hand absently, "Why didn't Brynden Rivers come with you to the Wall?" ”

"Brynden River?" Before Bran could answer, Jon Snow exclaimed, "The bastard son of Aegon IV? Duke of Blood Raven? Is he still alive? ”

is also an illegitimate child, Jon used to admire this famous illegitimate son of the Seven Kingdoms very much, and even regarded the other party as his idol for a time.

"Yes and no." "Of course Brindon Hewen can't live that long, and now he's a part of the Fish Beam, at the junction of life and death, so he can't leave the cave in the land of eternal winter. ”

"Why are you going to see Brinnden Rivers?" Ed asked.

"It's a long story, father, and I'll tell you about it later." When Bran had finished dealing with his father, he looked at the king again and said:

"Your Majesty, the Three-Eyed Raven asked me to remind you to be sure to pay attention to the Trumpet of Winter."

Robb immediately chimed in:

"Yes, Your Majesty, I don't think it's a good idea to let the Wildlings keep the Winter Horn. If they blow the horn and cause the Great Wall of Despair to collapse......"

"They don't blow the trumpet of winter at will." "Don't forget, now they're just like us, south of the Great Wall. If the Great Wall collapses, what will they do to stop the ghosts? ”

"But it's still a hidden danger after all." Jon Snow spoke.

"If I could, I'd like to get the Winter Horn back." Samwell shrugged helplessly, "It's a pity that the previous plan went wrong due to the appearance of the stranger, and the queen of the king of the outer world was particularly keen, aware of my anomaly, and hid the horn of winter.

Now that they're on guard, it's not so easy to find the Horn of Winter. ”

"I can find the Horn of Winter." Bran Stark said in a firm tone.

"You?" Ed looked at his son with suspicion, "How do you know where the Winter Horn is hiding?" ”

"The gods have opened my eyes, Father, so that I can see things that ordinary people can't."

Samwell doesn't doubt it.

The "Three-Eyed Crow" can be said to be the guy who has opened the perspective hanging, and it is not surprising to know where the Winter Horn is.

"Can you get the Winter Horn back, then?" Samwell asked.

In fact, he didn't worry about letting the wildling keep the Winter Horn, who knew if the other party would suddenly go crazy.

"I'm at your service, Your Majesty." Bran said respectfully with his left hand on his chest.

"Very well, I expect you to surprise me." After Samwell finished speaking, he turned away and reminisced about the fathers and sons.

Ed frowned and asked, "Bran, are you really sure you can get the Winter Horn back?" ”

"Of course it's true, father." Bran's left eye shimmered with a blood-red glow, "The gods took my legs, but they gave me a third eye. ”

Eddard Stark looked at his son in a daze, and finally felt a strong sense of strangeness.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to be happy or worried about Bran's change.

Early the next morning, the sun climbed the horizon later than usual.

When Samwell arrives in the castle halls, the Wildling leaders are confronting the Night's Watch officers, led by Mance Red.

The atmosphere was colder than the winter winds.

"Caesar! You don't talk about credit! Mance cried out angrily, his eyes fixed on the great trumpet that the king carried—

Horn of Winter.

Yes, Bran Stark found the place where the Wildlings hid the Horn of Winter and stole it and offered it to Samwell.

"How can I not be credited?"

"You promised to let the wildlings save the Horn of Winter!"

"Yes. I did promise. Samwell said, but then he changed gear, "But you obviously don't have the power to keep this horn. So, just in case something unexpected happens, I have to take it. Wreck. ”

As soon as the last two words came out, the people saw a raging fire on the king's hands.

There was a whoosh.

Golden flames burst from around the horn.

"Winter's Horn?" Samwell said, "No, call it the horn of darkness." If the Great Wall falls, the long night will follow. Humanity will also face annihilation!

I'm not going to let that happen! ”

Mance Rader was so frightened by Caesar's words that he could not dissuade him when he saw the horn being consumed by flames.

Perhaps, deep down, he also hoped that this horn would be completely reduced to ashes.

The flames were still churning, like golden silk wrapping the horn of winter, and the mystical patterns carved in gold melted in the fire, and a palpitating aura suddenly spread.

But all of them unconsciously took a few steps back.

Eventually, the horn was completely reduced to ashes in the golden flames.

Samwell stood alone on the ashes, facing the people in the hall, and became blonde-haired and golden-eyed.

A divine aura that was even greater and grander than before circulated in the hall, making everyone feel the urge to bow and worship from the depths of their hearts.

"The long night is coming, and the ancient evils are being revived." Samwell said in a cold and grandiose tone, "Men and women, old and young, the people of the Seven Kingdoms and the Savages, the fate of all mankind will be tested.

At such a moment, only I can lead you to overcome the long night and usher in the long summer that will never end.

Mance Red, and the chiefs and chiefs of the Cypriot tribes, my previous promise is still valid.

If you are willing to bow your knees to me, you can become my people.

I will provide you with food, shelter, and shelter, and I will ask you only to work for me, to pay taxes to me, and to kneel before me.

For those who do not wish to kneel, you can take a temporary residence in the Wolf Forest, and when the long night is over, you can return to the north of the Great Wall and continue to live your unfettered life.

Now, make your choice.

Embrace the light or retreat into the darkness!

Choose me, or, choose death and foolishness! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, golden flames rose up around the king, like golden dragons circling and circling.

The surging heat drummed in the hall, completely dispelling the chill of winter, and for a while, it seemed as if midsummer had descended on Castle Black.

This scene made everyone's hearts awe-inspiring, and they were no longer so resistant to the king's rather arrogant words just now.

If there is anyone who can lead humanity to victory over the Long Night, perhaps only this King of the Seven Kingdoms is the most likely.

The first to kneel before the king was Saigon, the leader of the Seon, followed by a jingle shirt supported by tinkling armor made of bone and leather, then two chiefs of the clans of the hard-footed people also knelt before the king, and then an old witch who was revered by the savages along the Milky River, the chief of the Raven Hunting tribe, and even a giant who fell down before the king with heavy steps, speaking words that no one else could understand, and a loud voice that shook the wooden hall with a loud voice.

More and more of the leader of the savages knelt before Caesar.

Whether they are sincere or reluctant to bend their knees in order to survive, they will all become the people of the Seven Kingdoms.

But there were also quite a few wildling leaders who stood aside and did not move.

They fought hard against Caesar's terrifying coercion, stubborn and resolute.

Eventually, Mance Raide stepped forward on their behalf and asked:

"Caesar, what about those who will not kneel? You're going to make them ......."

"Go to the Wolf Forest." Samwell said, "You're still free. However, no less than one-tenth of the tribe's population must be sent to participate in the protection of the Great Wall. ”

"Okay."

(End of chapter)