Sansa Stark left the room with a heavy heart.

In the garden, the snow was already deep, bending the branches and giving the statue a white coat.

Winter in Winterfell is truly beautiful, and at this time of year, all the colors of the world are defeated, except for black, white, and gray.

White towers, white snowflakes, white statues, black shadows and black trees, and an eternally gray sky.

A monotonous world, a pure world, just like the nature of the Stark family.

Once Sansa was so disgusted with this monotony that she dreamed of escaping, to the warm south, to the bustling court, to see the colorful world.

But when she walked around that world for a few years, she found that Winterfell was more suitable for her.

She's always been a Stark.

But now, she was forced to leave again.

Raven brought news of the Great Wall, nightmarish news.

Sansa wished it was a dream. How could the Great Wall, which had stood in the north for thousands of years, suddenly collapse?

How could the strange ghosts in the old nurse's story really come to the world?

Sansa stepped into the snow in a trance, her boots leaving ankle-deep holes in the smooth white snow, but making no sound.

She walked past frosty bushes, over thin black trees, past crumbling towers······ I look at all of them with great nostalgia, as if I want to imprint them in my mind forever.

Fluttering snowflakes swept across her face like sympathetic kisses, melting with body temperature.

Sansa sniffed, reached out to wipe the water from her cheeks, and was about to go back to clean up.

But just then, a shadow appeared over Winterfell.

She looked up in amazement and saw the white dragon slowly descending.

"Your Majesty Caesar!"

Sansa's gloomy mood seemed to be cured in an instant, and in the coming winter, only the dragon could give people warmth and hope, and of course, the man who commanded it······

She lifted her skirt and ran out of the main fort until she came out into the square out of breath.

"Good morning, Miss Sansa."

"Morning, good morning, Your Majesty." Sansa's cheeks flushed, and she hurriedly saluted.

Then, with infinite anticipation, she asked, "Your Majesty, you have come to save Winterfell, right?" ”

It's a pity that the man shook his head slowly:

"I'm sorry, Miss Sansa, but I can't save Winterfell, at least not yet. The Wraiths are menacing, and Winterfell has no soldiers, no food, and no dangerous terrain to withstand the onslaught of the tide of ghouls. So, I'm here to inform you to evacuate. ”

The sparkle in Sansa's eyes visibly dimmed:

"Not even Your Majesty·····."

Samwell looked at the weeping girl, sighed, stepped forward and rubbed her head, and comforted:

"The fist was withdrawn in order to fight better, and our retreat this time is also to fight back better in the future. Believe me, one day, we will destroy the Strangers and rebuild the North. ”

Sansa seemed to feel the strength in the man's palm, and her face softened a little:

"Well, I believe in you, Your Majesty."

"Alright, now take me to Lady Caitlin.

"Good. Mother is summoning the knight of the family in the hall, please come with me. ”

Samwell followed Sansa into the main castle, and before he could enter the hall, he heard a heated argument breaking out inside.

"No! I'm not going to leave Winterfell no matter what! ”

"That's right! This is our hometown, our territory, and the place we have sworn to protect. ”

"But the Great Wall has fallen, and the strange spirits are heading south, so Ed has to decide to ······"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I have the utmost respect for Lord Eddard, but now that he's no longer the Duke of Winterfell, he doesn't have the authority to give us orders."

"What about my son, Rickon Stark, who is now the Duke of Winterfell."

"Duke Rickon is still underage." "What about me?"

They heard a loud voice outside the door, and when they turned around, they saw that the young king had appeared at the gate at some point.

Lady Caitlyn was relieved and hurriedly stepped forward to salute:

"Your Majesty, I didn't expect you to come to Winterfell, we were not able to greet you in time, and I ask for your forgiveness.

"The situation is urgent, so you don't have to care about these things." Samwell waved his hand and made his way through the crowd to the high platform.

Duke Rickon, who was originally sitting on the throne of Yuliang Wood, hurriedly got up.

Samwell smiled at him and nodded, but instead of sitting, he turned to face the crowd and said in a loud voice:

"I've just returned from the Great Wall, and no one knows what was going on there better than I did. The Great Wall has collapsed, and the strange spirits are unstoppable in their southward movement, and after all considerations, I am ready to establish a new line of defense in Neck. Therefore, the area north of the neck must immediately organize a southward migration. ”

The hall was silent for a second, but then the pot exploded.

"Your Majesty, you are going to give up the entire northern border!"

"Your Majesty, why don't you build a new line of defense in Winterfell?"

"Your Majesty, I think you can deploy along the White Blade River!

"Shut up!" Samwell said in a loud voice. Seeing that the king was angry, the hall was silent.

"I'm not consulting with you." Samwell said coldly, "This is an order, whether you want it or not, it must be carried out." Violators will be punished for treason!

Everyone looked at the king, whose eyes shimmered with a pale golden light, and felt a powerful and oppressive aura rushing over them, making them afraid to say more.

After a moment of silence, Lady Caitlyn took her son Ricken by the hand, bowed to the king, and said:

"Your Majesty, the Stark family will obey your orders unconditionally!"

With the Duke of Winterfell's statement, the rest of the nobles had no choice but to suppress their thoughts and open their mouths to show their willingness to obey.

Samwell nodded with satisfaction and said, "You all go and prepare, and mobilize the people to the south as quickly as possible." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Samwell looked at Mrs. Caitlyn again and said:

"In the name of the Duke of Winterfell, Rickon also issued an order to move south to the entire North. I will also sign the paperwork. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Lady Catelyn took her son by the hand and led the king to the study, where she began to write letters to the lords of the North.

After finishing the matter, she said with a little concern:

"Your Majesty, although the order to move south has been issued in the name of you and the Duke, I am worried that some northern lords may not be willing to abandon their territories and go south."

"I also sent an envoy." Samwell said, "Jon Snow, he'll take my sword with him and urge every Lord of the North to move south. Those who do not obey the order, kill! ”

Hearing the bastard's name, Lady Caitlin's face changed slightly.

But she also knew the severity and didn't say much. Samwell asked:

"Ma'am, the last time I came to Winterfell, I visited the underground crypt and found that it had collapsed, I wonder if the restoration has been completed now?"

"Not yet, Your Majesty." Lady Caitlyn said, "The collapse under the crypt is worse than expected, and they have been cleaning it for half a month but still haven't been able to clear the tunnel. Samwell asked again:

"Have you inspected the tomb?"

"Your Majesty, why are you asking this? The tombs are home to the kings of the North, and we won't disturb their rest for no reason. ”

Samwell smiled, didn't dwell on the question any longer, and said:

"I was commissioned by Eddard Stark to come to Winterfell, and in addition to issuing an order to move south in the name of Duke Rickon, I also promised to bring Eddard's wife and children to King's Landing. So, pack up as soon as you can, and leave with me. ”

Lady Caitlyn hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Your Majesty, please take Rickon, Sansa, and Arya with you, and I'll stay and wait for Eddard." Samwell frowned and said:

"Your husband is leading the Night's Watch south, and may face an army of ghouls along the way, not necessarily through Winterfell······"

"He will." Lady Catelyn said, "And Winterfell has to have someone left behind to preside over the situation. Rest assured, Your Majesty, I will evacuate before the army of ghouls arrives.

"Okay, be careful yourself." Samwell didn't advise any more, "Get your kids ready as soon as possible, I'll be waiting for them outside the castle." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Before leaving the study, Samwell suddenly remembered something, and turned back and asked:

"By the way, is that old granny from House Stark still there?"

Lady Caitlyn was stunned for a moment, and although she wondered how the king could suddenly care about a maid of the Stark family, she still said truthfully:

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, she just passed away a week ago."

Samwell nodded and walked out of the room.

Outside, the snow was falling, and the castle was full of people hurrying.

As soon as the news of the move to the south spread, panic and sadness spread.

Samwell avoided the crowd and made his way to the crypt again. The spiral staircase underneath is filled with lingering darkness, and a chill that seems to penetrate the depths of the soul, growing from the depths of the earth.

This time, without the Stark family accompanying him, Samwell no longer cared about etiquette, went to a tomb, and lifted the lid of the coffin.

Through the fugitive smoke, Samwell saw a white skeleton lying quietly in the acupuncture points.

He glanced back at the tombstone and saw that it was the previous Duke of Winterfell, Recard Stark.

Samwell lowered the lid and continued to look forward, tomb by grave.

The former lords of the North all lie in the tombs without exception, until the "Bentched King" Torren Stark.

That is, the last King of the Winter Realm in history. His tomb was empty.

Samwell realized this, and continued to inspect several more tombs, and found that from King Toruń onwards, the tombs were empty.

"So, only the Stark, who is king, will be transformed?" Sam Wilmo rubbed his chin and muttered to himself.

After all that had happened, Samwell was already convinced that the Stark family had some kind of inexplicable connection to the Stranger.

But what secrets are hidden in this is unknown.

I am afraid that this secret goes back to the distant dawn era, to the war between the ancestors and the Andals.

It's a pity that there are no documentary historical materials about that era, only vague and even extremely misleading legends.

Samwell could only try to piece together a vague picture based on what he had seen and heard, plus some speculation.

Thinking about it, he continued along the tunnel. As you walk, pick a few tombs at random to open.

Sure enough, as he had guessed, the tombs of the older Starks, who had once been kings, had long been empty, and there was nothing left.

It's like I've left here early and gone to wander the world.

After walking for a short time, the road in front of him was blocked by a collapsing boulder.

The collapse of this underground passage was already extremely difficult to clean, and the craftsmen of Winterfell had to break up the boulders that stood in front of them and carry them out bit by bit.

This is naturally slow.

Samwell looked at the boulder in front of him, hesitated for a moment, but stepped forward and put his hands on the stone wall and began to exert force.

Click--The boulder begins to shake.

But even if Samwell was far more powerful than ordinary people, it was almost impossible to move the boulder.

The exposed part of the boulder is not large, but it is likely to be a corner of some underground rock formation.

To move it would be to oppose the whole earth.

Samwell didn't give up easily, though.

His eyes gradually turned golden, his body gradually expanded, and the exaggerated muscle lines gradually stood out on the surface of the clothes.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As the spiritual attribute was transformed into a strength attribute, Samwell's heart began to beat violently, and blood surged throughout his body like a surging tide.

Click!

Cobweb-like cracks crawled densely with boulders.

Rumble!

In the next second, the boulder exploded under Samwell's terrifying power.

And he didn't stop there, and kept going. Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The boulders were shattered into countless pieces by Samwell's thrashing, and the earth trembled with his steps.

As Samwell continued to move deeper into the ground, the biting chill gradually subsided, and a warmth began to fill the air from nowhere.

It's like the breath of spring.

I don't know how long I walked, but Samwell suddenly stopped.

He reached for his coat pocket, and took out the horn with the strange bronze ornament—

Blow down the horn of the Great Wall of Despair,

The legendary Horn of Winter.

For some reason, as he continued to move deeper into the earth, the horn began to emit a wave of sorcery.

It was only then that Samwell was finally able to feel that it was unusual.

He rubbed the bronze ornament on his horn, his eyes glinting with golden flames.

At this moment, Samwell could feel the horn have an inexplicable strong temptation to him, tempting him to blow it.

But Samwell certainly wouldn't do that.

Whether it's the dragon's horn or the winter's horn, it seems that a sacrifice is required before it can be sounded.

He didn't want to be a sacrifice.

As time passed, the sorcery fluctuations emitted by the Winter Trumpet grew stronger.

At the same time, the temperature underground is getting higher and higher.

Later, Samwell felt as if he had returned to the height of summer.

Seeing that the temperature was still rising, Samwell was about to go back for the time being in order to avoid himself being roasted.

But the moment he turned around, the horn of winter suddenly lit up with a red light.

Samwell's vision blurred for a moment, and his vision passed through the countless layers of rock, going down, down, and down......

In the abyss that seemed endless, he saw a giant.

It's not the so-called "giant" who is only three or four people tall outside the Great Wall of Desperation, but a real giant!

In front of it, Samwell was as small as a bug.

If it wakes up and crawls out of the ground, perhaps the whole of Winterfell will collapse in an earthquake.

But fortunately, it closed its eyes and was silent. I don't know if it's dead,

Or fall asleep.

Some people died, but not completely......