Jon Snow struggled through the snow, his exhaled breath freezing his beard into ice.

He was usually neat and tidy, and he also began to grow a long beard to keep his face warm.

Looking ahead, the white expanse was blank, and the snow covered the stones, tree roots, rivers and lakes, and every step was full of dangers.

The cold wind blew, carrying the tumbling snowflakes, and the southbound team froze into snowmen, trudging through knee-deep snow.

"Hold on! With Carlin Bay ahead, you should be able to meet the army that is building the Neck Fence."

There was only a sporadic response to this, and everyone was already too cold to speak.

The reason why Jon can still maintain his vigorous energy is actually because of the great sword that the king gave him.

Along the way, this sword certainly gave him enough confidence to face the Lord of the North, but more importantly, it exuded warmth all the time, dispelling the bitter cold of winter.

So, while Jon never had a chance to draw the greatsword - after all, the nobles of the North recognized the distinctive King's Saber and naturally did not dare to question the order to move south, but even if he didn't draw the sword, it was the key to Jon's successful mission with this envoy.

After a little further walking, Jon suddenly smelled a salty smell in the cold wind.

He looked up, and through the curtain of wind and snow, a thin black-green line suddenly appeared at the end of the white horizon.

It's time to get your neck!

Jon suddenly became excited, and hurriedly told everyone the good news.

The whole team immediately became lively, and the people who were about to freeze seemed to suddenly feel the warmth from the south, and they all came to life.

The speed of travel increased abruptly, and it was not long before a ruined tower was faintly visible.

Jon knew it was Carlin Bay.

Kalim Bay is an abandoned castle at the northern end of the Neck, which is said to have been built by ancestors 10,000 years ago.

Legend of Carlin Bay at the time was a huge war fortress, with twenty tall and sturdy towers and basalt walls as tall as Winterfell.

It is a key fortress in the north against attacks from the south, and has defused numerous attacks.

The Andals conquered the Six Kingdoms, but they were unable to capture the Kalin Bay Defence, so to this day, the northern border is still the territory of the ancestors.

Of course, not anymore.

The present-day North is filled with snowstorm and death, and is occupied by dead people crawling out of graves.

As he walked, Jon swore to himself that he would take back the North and his homeland!

Thousands of years have long since turned the former Kalim Bay into ruins, and now only the last three towers remain.

The tower of the drunkard leaned violently, as if it might collapse at any moment, and the tower of the Children of the Forest pierced into the sky like a spear, but the spire was already shattered; On the largest tower, there were twisted ancient trees squeezing out of the cracks in its stone walls, which looked particularly strange.

Legend has it that it was here that the Children of the Forest unleashed their sorcery and caused a torrent that split Westeros in two.

The vast area south of Carlin Bay is soaked in water, forming a neck.

It's a pity that now that winter is coming, the swamp has frozen into ice, and this moat separating the north and south has lost its original role.

Fortunately, this is indeed the narrowest place in the continent of Westeros, with the bite bay connecting the narrow sea to the east, and the bright flame bay to the west, which can enter the sea of sunset, which is like a man's neck, slender and narrow, and it is naturally easier to build a new defense line here than in other places.

Moreover, the neck is backed by the six southern countries, and the logistics supply is also more convenient.

Jon approached to find that the Fines of Carlin Bay were flown with brightly coloured flags, and countless laborers and soldiers were working hard to build a line of defense that stretched from the east and west sides of the Coolinn Bay to the bay.

Although this line of defense is far less tall and majestic than the Great Wall of Desperation, it is already more than ten meters high, and it looks quite imposing.

And above the city wall, a cylindrical hollow steel pipe protrudes at intervals.

Jon guessed immediately

At that point, those things should be the rumored "artillery" invented by His Majesty Caesar, which is said to have great destructive power and is the key weapon for the Stormlands fleet to defeat the Iron Fleet and the Qingting Island fleet.

After identifying himself, Jon and his party entered the city.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Jon clearly felt that the temperature here had risen significantly, as if the new defense line being built could really block some of the wind and snow.

"Is Your Majesty here?" Jon approached the person in charge and asked, "I'm the envoy he appointed, and I've completed my mission and come here to report my life."

As he spoke, he also took out the giant sword [Dawn] and placed it on his chest.

Garrisoned in Carlin Bay was Count Matus Rowan, the lord of Golden Tree City, who, of course, recognized Caesar's weapon, and said:

"Your Majesty has gone on a dragon patrol and should be back soon. You can wait for him here. Count Matus looked at Jon a few more times and asked:

"You're Jon Snow, Eddard Stark's bastard, aren't you?"

"Yes." Jon nodded.

"Your brother is here, do you want to see him?" "Brother?" Jon reacted immediately, "You mean Bran?"

Count Matus nodded, summoning a soldier to lead Jon's way.

Jon thanked him and followed the soldier to the basement.

There were no doors or windows, it was dark and damp, and a large piece of peat burned in the brazier.

"Bran?" Jon saw a familiar figure sitting in a wheelchair, with a skinny brown-haired girl feeding him.

Hearing the movement, the girl turned around and asked, "Who are you?"

"Jon," Bran didn't look back, but he could already hear who was coming, "You're back."

"yes." Jon took a few steps forward, "I almost froze to death in the north, but luckily I got back in time, and those damn ghouls were chasing after the ass······ Well? What's wrong with your eyes?"

He noticed Bran's eyes wrapped in white cloth and was shocked.

"It's not a good thing that your king did!" The girl said indignantly.

"Mera, it's none of His Majesty's business." Bran himself was unusually calm.

"Hmph, you brothers talk, I'll go out first." Mera placed the oatmeal bowl heavily on the table and left without looking back.

"The daughter of the Zedi ruler, Count Holland Reed." Bran smiled and introduced, "A little hot-tempered."

Jon didn't smile and asked seriously:

"Bran, what the hell is going on? Who blinded you?

"It's me."

"Yourself?" Jon frowned, "Why are you blinding yourself?"

"Seeing too much is not necessarily a good thing." Bran said indifferently, "Without eyes, I can feel more peace of mind."

Jon stared at Bran suspiciously for a long time, but didn't find any hatred or resentment on the other man's face.

After not seeing him for a long time, he suddenly felt that he couldn't understand this younger brother.

"To be honest, I like you more than before." Jon said with a slight sadness.

Bran was silent for a moment:

"We can't go back, Jon. The wolf grows up, and when it grows up, the world changes."

Jon took a deep breath, no longer dwelling on the subject, and instead asked:

"By the way, have Mother, Sansa, Arya, and Rickon safely withdrawn? And father, hasn't he arrived at Carlin Bay yet?"

"Sansa and Rickon went to King's Landing, you don't have to worry. As for Mother and Arya, they are temporarily lost in the snow, but there is no danger.

Jon frowned again:

"Didn't Mother and Arya evacuate together? And Father, why didn't you say him?"

Bran lowered his head and whispered, "You'll understand later... ....」

Jon burst into a sudden eruption, grabbed his brother's shoulders, lowered his head, and asked in a deep voice:

"I hate riddles! Tell me the truth, what happened to my mother and Arya? And Father, where is he now?"

Bran still had that breezy expression:

"I'm sorry, Jon, have you forgotten I'm blind? There's a lot of things you can't see and can't give you answers."

Jon stared at his brother steadily, as if he wanted to see through the white cloth to see the eyes behind him—intact or not.

"Bran, what else are you hiding from me? Don't forget, I'm your brother and I'm a Stark.

"You're only half a Stark." Brandau, "There are some things that you don't have to bear. Moreover, the script has long been unrecognizable, and the turbulence of fate has been running unchecked, and no one dares to say that they can control the overall situation······ So, your question is not that I deliberately prevaricate, but that I really can't answer it."

Jon was confused and was about to ask again, when he heard a loud dragon moan.

Afterwards, the entire Kalin Bay resounded with the enthusiastic cheers of the soldiers.

"His Majesty Caesar has returned." Brando, "You're not going to get back to your life, go ahead."

Jon had no choice but to turn away.

When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around, only to see his brother sitting alone in the shadows, like a withered shell.

For some reason, Jon suddenly felt an irrepressible sourness in his heart, almost making him cry uncontrollably.

Before his eyes moistened, he hurriedly quickened his pace and walked out.

The cold wind blew in his face, brushing away the tears that were still brewing. Jon gathered up and went outside the tower.

Raising his head, he immediately saw three dragons soaring high in the sky.

One white, one black, and one green.

Both the white dragon and the black dragon had people on their backs, but the giant dragon with turquoise scales was not ridden.

"Why is Rego here?" Count Matus Rowan in front of the crowd looked at the sky and wondered, "It doesn't have a dragon knight·····."

"Lord Luo Wan, I heard that His Majesty has four dragons, why are there only three here?"

Earl Matus glanced at Jon and explained:

"Your message is out of date. His Majesty now has eight dragons, but all four of them are young dragons that have just hatched, and among the other four dragons, only the white dragon Cleopatra and the black dragon Drogen have dragon knights, and the green dragon Rego and the yellow dragon Viserion are still ownerless dragons.

The presence or absence of knights has a great impact on the dragon's combat effectiveness, after all, they are beasts with limited intelligence, and once they go berserk, they will even be indistinguishable from each other.

I don't know why His Majesty brought Rego to the front line, can he still find a new dragon knight? But who else here has the blood of the Dragon?"

Jon's heart pounded at hearing this. He knew that as the bastard of Stark and Targaryen, he should also have the ability to harness dragons.

Could it be that the secret was known to the king? Did his father tell him?

Just as Jon was thinking, three dragons had landed.

Drogen and Rego were gone, and the presence of the white dragon Cleopatra caused a lot of panic.

It's just too big, after all.

The other two dragons were not half the size of the other dragon combined.

It spreads its milky white wings and envelops the whole of Carlin Bay.

This obscuring coercion made everyone feel suffocated, even knowing that this dragon was an ally, instinctive fear surged in their hearts.

Rumble!

The white dragon landed on top of the frozen swamp, causing a huge tremor that raised concerns about whether the thick ice would be able to carry its weight.

"Hey, boy," Count Matus nudged Jon, who was stunned beside him, "aren't you going to get your life back to Your Majesty?" Let's go."

"Oh, okay."

Jon nodded and walked briskly up.

The closer you get to the white dragon, the more you can feel its majesty.

The heat that emanates is like a real heatwave

, like an invisible barrier, blocking out the cold of winter.

Jon had the illusion of going from winter to midsummer.

"Your Majesty Caesar, Your Majesty Daenerys... Jon glanced at the beautiful queen with silver hair and purple eyes, and thought to himself that she should be his aunt······

But he immediately reined in his thoughts and saluted respectfully, "Jon Snownot has come to give you his life. I have traveled to every castle in the North, urging the lords to issue orders to move south. This is your sword, now it belongs to its rightful owner."

Samwell took the greatsword and smiled:

"Good job, Jon. You are the hero of this migration, what reward do you want?"

Jon's heart beat violently again, but he bowed his head and said:

"Your Majesty, I am a night watchman, and I cannot accept the reward······

"You Night's Watch just can't accept fiefdoms, but other rewards are okay." Samwell pointed straight to the green dragon that had fallen to the side, "Do you want that dragon?"

Jon couldn't say no now. Daenerys looked at her husband in disbelief and reminded in a whisper:

"Sam, Rego has a short temper and isn't something anyone can get close to."

Samwell looked at Jon:

"Jon, do you have the guts to give it a try? The Wraiths are coming, and we need more dragon knights."

"Since Your Majesty values me so much, of course I can't live up to your expectations." Jon didn't refuse, and immediately responded, turned and strode towards Rego.

Daenerys said worriedly:

"Sam, how did you get the bastard son of the Stark family to harness the dragon? He's going to be burned."

"He's not just the bastard son of the Starks," Samwell explained with a laugh, "and he's the illegitimate son of the Targaryens."

"Targaryen?"

"Yes. He is the son of your brother Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark."

Daenerys' eyes widened, but the next moment, she couldn't help but believe it.

Because, Jon Snow really climbed on the back of the green dragon.

Rego vibrated its wings and let out a loud hiss, and then it soared into the sky and flew high into the air with its new master.

Jon watched Carlin Bay grow smaller and smaller beneath his feet, and his heart almost exploded with joy.

The oncoming wind and snow were cold and biting, but the flames in his chest seemed to ignite him.

"I'm a dragon knight!" He screamed as Rego led him north.

But it didn't take long for him to see a thin black line appear on the northern horizon, like a black tide, spreading, and soon covering the white expanse of the earth.

The ghouls are coming!

Jon's heart sank, and he immediately drove Rego to turn around.