After midnight, the wind and snow finally stopped.

A full moon peeks out from behind the clouds and shines on the Great Wall.

This ice wall, which seems to separate the two worlds, shimmers in the moonlight with a faint blue light, which is beautiful.

Robb Stark cautiously slipped into the stable, alarming the sleeping horses.

He was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to appease the war horse.

The cold wind whispered in the stables, like an oncoming cold death.

Robb watched for a moment, and seeing that no other night watchmen had been alarmed, he crept out with a horse

Although Castle Black has the name of a castle, it actually has only one wall, the Great Wall of Despair.

The remaining three sides are undefended.

The enemies of the Night's Watch are always only in the north, and they are only manned on the Wall of Desperation.

Therefore, it is also convenient for Robb to leave secretly in the night.

A man and a horse galloped along the winding King's Road, and the moonlight sprinkled the nearby hills with a silvery white.

When the last glimmer of light at Castle Black faded behind him, Robb slowed down.

After walking for a while, flickering lights appeared on both sides of the road ahead.

Robb knew that it was Mole Village.

He urged his horses into the village, but the village was silent except for the barking of dogs and the barking of donkeys from the stables.

A few glimmers of fire shimmered through the closed windows, and dozens of oddly shaped tents had been erected outside the village, the tents of the wildlings heading south.

In fact, Mole Village is much larger than it seems, with at least three-quarters of the village underground.

At such a close distance to the Great Wall of Desperation, it was clearly warmer underground than the snowstorm-ridden ground.

Cellars are connected by intricate tunnels that make up this quirky underground village.

Of course, the village of Mole is more famous for its small cabins with red lanterns, where the night watchmen come to "dig for treasure".

Although the Night's Watch swore not to marry a wife or have children, at least there was no explicit rule that he could not get close to women, and people always had desires that needed to be resolved, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch was naturally well aware of some of the things that Mole Village was doing, but he would not interfere too much.

Robb dismounted his horse and walked through the village, wondering how many black-clothed brothers were digging for treasure down there tonight.

In front of a log cabin, he stopped and knocked softly on the door.

"Who?" A faint female voice rang out.

"It's me." Robb Road.

There was silence in the room for a moment, and then the sound of footsteps approached.

With a creak, the wooden door opened.

In the dim light, a thin woman in an old cloak poked her head out, glanced at the man with a pair of innocent brown eyes, and said:

"Come in, be quiet, the kid just fell asleep."

Robb entered the house and gently closed the door again.

The woman had returned to the bedside to look after the baby in swaddling clothes.

"I've arranged it." Robb said, "Tomorrow the convoy carrying supplies will return through Mole Village, and you will follow them to Winterfell when the time comes. ”

He took a few steps forward and shoved a letter into the girl's hand:

"Give this letter to Lady Caitlin, and she'll arrange for your mother and son."

"What about you?" The girl asked, "Aren't you going with us?" ”

"I swore an oath." Robb pulled out an ugly smile.

Of course he wanted to go with the girl, back to Winterfell, back to the place he dreamed of every day.

In his dreams, he could clearly see Winterfell, as if he had just left yesterday.

The towering marble walls, the scented castle halls, the wolfwolves running around, his father's study, and his own bedroom.

How he longed to see his sister Sansa and Arya's laughter again, to eat a beef bacon pie made by his mother, Lady Caitlin, and to hear the old granny tell stories about the sons of the forest and the strangers.

But alas, he can't leave the Great Wall of Desperation.

Not just because of the oath, but because he was the eldest son of the Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch.

If he defected, it would be a fatal blow to his father's prestige.

"Rest assured, my mother will not discriminate against you because you are a savage. Your child will also be taken care of. Robb added, "And I promise to see you in the future." ”

But this obviously does not make the girl happy.

However, she didn't say much, just nodded silently.

The thin face is hidden in the shadows, and the expression is not clear.

"I'm leaving." Robb said before he regretted it.

Before going out, he took one last look back and saw the tearful face.

It almost made him change his mind, but the responsibility and obligation still made him determined to leave.

"I made a mistake, but I can't keep it wrong." Robb whispered to himself.

Then he left the cabin behind him without looking back.

As he left Mole Village, he suddenly heard the crisp sound of horses' hooves, coming from the north.

Robb's eyes narrowed, and by the cold moonlight, he recognized the person who came—

"The Kingkiller" James Lannister!

The two staggered across the avenue at the entrance of the village, glanced at each other, but did not say hello.

Robb suddenly remembered that the convoy carrying supplies today had brought news that the former Queen Mother of the Seven Kingdoms, Lady Cersei of the Lannister family, seemed to have been escorted to Mole Village.

No wonder the Kingkiller was in such a hurry.

Robb wondered what it would be like for the infamous siblings to meet, whether they would defect or not, and so on, and paid no attention to the road ahead.

By the time he saw a man standing in the middle of the road, it was too late to stop the horses.

"Get out of the way!" Robb yelled.

But the man did not dodge, and seemed to be frightened stupidly.

At the last moment when the centaurs were about to collide, Robb used all his strength to manipulate the war horse to jump away.

However, the horse stray from the avenue, stumbled a few times on the snowy dirt, and fell to the ground.

Robb got up from the ground, patted the snow on his body, and hurriedly looked back:

"Are you alright?"

The man did not answer.

Robb first pulled up the war horse, and after calming him down, he stepped forward and asked:

"Are you a Northerner or a Wildling? Why is one person here? Can I help you? ”

The man still didn't respond, just stared at Robb quietly with ice-blue eyes.

"Hey? You're not going to be stupefied, are you? Robb got closer, only to find that the man's skin was as pale as the moon, and he was wearing armor like ice, and there was not a trace of emotion in his eyes.

But the man's countenance ...... Robb always felt something familiar.

Seems to have seen it somewhere......

The next moment, Robb was struck by lightning.

He finally remembered that he had seen this face in the crypt beneath Winterfell!

"Are you ......" As soon as he said this, he felt a terrifying chill sweep over him, as if he could freeze everything.

Robb's whole body stiffened, and the last thought flashed through his brain-

The former King of the Winter Realm actually crawled out of the grave and stood in front of him......

Click-

Robb has regained his freedom of movement, but his eyes have turned blue, like ice, like stars.

He climbed into his horse and, under the cover of the night, galloped towards Castle Black.

……

Mole Village.

In a warm room underground, Cersei Lannister lies in a broad, bare chest, her face flushed with intense exercise.

"Tell me, why do they call you 'Giant Buster'? Have you ever slain a giant? ”

"Of course! Is this still fake? "How can you question a man as strong as me?" ”

Cersei poured a glass of wine, brought it to the man's mouth, and said courteously:

"Tell me about your legend."

Tormund drank it all, a faint flush on his face:

"That was last winter. I was young and stupid. I ran too far, and the horse died, and I was hit by a storm again, ha! I knew I would freeze to death before the storm subsided. So I found a sleeping giant, slit open her belly, and climbed in.

Her body was indeed warm, but it stinked so much that it almost smoked me to death. The worst part was that when spring came, she woke up and took me for her child.

Before I tried to escape, I was fed milk for three months!

Haha, sometimes I miss the taste of giant milk. ”

Cersei wondered, "Then when did you kill her?" ”

Tormund seemed to realize that he had slipped his mouth, and was immediately embarrassed.

"Actually, I didn't kill her." He coughed lightly, "But don't spread the word!" Giant nemesis Tormond is much better than Giant Baby Tumund. ”

"Okay." Cersei glanced at a strangely shaped black-gold horn placed next to the bed, and asked pretending to be unintentional, "So, your other nicknames?" I heard someone call you 'Trumpeter.' ”

"Are women so curious?" Tormund muttered, but when he saw the woman serving the liquor with great gratitude, he took it with a grin and drank it down.

"Actually, it's because I'm good at playing the trumpet." Tomund thumped his chest, "I can blow even the kind of tuba that giants use." ”

Cersei pointed to the black-gold horn beside the bed and said:

"This isn't the horn of a giant, is it? It's so small. ”

"This is certainly not a giant's horn. But it's no ordinary trumpet. ”

Cersei suddenly became interested: "How is it unusual?" ”

Tormund hesitated for a moment before lowering his voice and saying:

"I tell you, this is the legendary Horn of Winter, given to me by Mance Layton himself. Don't tell anyone. ”

Cersei's green eyes flickered, and her heart was pounding, but on the surface she still looked indifferent:

"Winter's Horn? Legend has it that the horn that can bring down the Great Wall just by blowing it? Doesn't that mean that the real Trumpet of Winter has been burned by Caesar? ”

"That's a fake." Tormund whispered, "The real trumpet has always been hidden from me. Mance Layton was not stupid, of course he knew that this was the only bargaining chip that the savages could make Caesar jealous, how could he always be by his side.

He instructed me that if Caesar did not keep his promise, he would blow the trumpet, cause the Great Wall to collapse, and bury everyone with him. ”

Cersei's eyes flickered more and more, and just as she was about to ask further, the door was suddenly slammed open.

"Cersei! Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you! ”

"Who the fuck are you!" Tormund sprang up from his bed, and without getting dressed, he grabbed his axe.

"Jaime!" Cersei recognized her brother and hurriedly draped the sheet over her body, "Why are you here?" ”

"I'll take you away!" Jaime pointed his remaining sword at Tormund and threatened, "Tormund, get out of here!" Don't touch my sister! Or I'll kill you!" ”

Tormund was about to rush up to clean up the arrogant crow, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he stopped and turned back to Cersei and asked:

"This kid is your brother?"

Cersei nodded.

Tormund immediately put away his axe, and a smile spread across his face:

"Hehe, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. James, right? I like your sister a lot, don't you southerners all have to get married, don't worry, I will marry her. When the time comes, give birth to a few fat boys......"

Who knew that James rushed up with his sword, like madness:

"I'll kill you!"

Tormond seemed to really like Cersei, and didn't dare to fight back, just defensively, while constantly persuading.

The more James listened, the more angry he became, and he didn't mean to stop at all.

Until Cersei let out a roar:

"Enough!"

The two men stopped for the time being.

"Tormond, you go out first, I'll talk to Jaime."

"Okay." Tormund shrugged, picked up his clothes, and left the room with his axe on his shoulder.

Jaime immediately stepped forward and took his sister's hand:

"Cersei, don't be afraid, I'll take you away!"

Cersei broke free of her brother and asked:

"Where are you going?"

"Back to Castle Rock!"

"Castle Rock?" Cersei sneered, "You're still as brainless as ever. Castle Rock is no longer ours. ”

"Tyrion is now the Duke of Castle Rock, he will ......"

"He'll hand us over to Caesar." Cersei said categorically.

"No!" Jaime shook his head, "Tyrion won't do that. He'll arrange for us. ”

"What an idiot you are!" Cersei pursed her lips disdainfully, ignoring her brother, and instead went to the bedside, picked up the horn that Tormund had left, showed it to his brother, and asked, "Do you know what this is?" ”

"What?"

"Winter's Horn."

"Impossible." Jaime immediately retorted, "The Trumpet of Winter has been burned by Caesar. ”

"The one that was burned is fake, and this one is real."

"Who told you?"

"Tormond."

"The wild man?" Jaime said disdainfully, "If this is the real Winterhorn, will he forget to take it?" And haven't you heard of Tormond's nickname? They all called him the braggart king. ”

"How do you know if you don't try." Cersei rubbed her horn, her eyes flashing with a frenzied light.

Jaime frowned:

"Do you want to blow down the Great Wall?"

"Why not?" Cersei said, "Only then will Caesar not take care of us!" Maybe he'll die at the hands of the Stranger, ha! So our vengeance will be avenged! ”

"But thousands of innocent people will also die as a result."

"So what?" Cersei pursed her lips disdainfully, "You don't think you don't need dead people for revenge, do you?" ”

As she spoke, she ignored her brother, put the horn to her mouth, and blew it vigorously.

Jaime hesitated, but didn't stop.

After all, in his opinion, this horn must be fake.

Woowoo woo –

The low sound of a horn sounded, echoing through the dark night sky through wooden walls, dirt, snow, and clouds.

Outside the door, Tormond was slightly stunned when he heard this voice, but then he pursed his lips and said to himself:

"What a crazy woman. But she's also a stupid woman, and a fake trumpet blows......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

The entire basement shook as if there had been an earthquake.

Tormund hurriedly crawled out of the ground, and before he could catch his breath, suddenly a sharp cry was heard:

"The Great Wall has fallen! The Great Wall has fallen! ”

The sound was filled with boundless fear, echoing in the cold night wind.

Tormund looked north, and in the darkness, on the distant horizon, it seemed as if something was really crumbling!

The Great Wall has fallen?

How can it be!

He opened his mouth to speak, but the cold wind that swept in from the north choked all the words in his throat.

This chill had not been felt since he had entered the Great Wall from the land of eternal winter.

At this moment, Tormond's heart was filled with absurdity and fear.

The Great Wall, really down!

(End of chapter)