Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

"Who shot the arrow!" Jon asked loudly.

At this time when the sky is darkening, the dense black of the Ghost Forest is spreading towards the Great Wall with a frightening chill. The sentinel trees look like standing puppets, and the eyes of the weirwood trees are flowing with blood-red tears.

In the evening, Jon saw his father walking into Mance Rayder's tent on the Great Wall, but now there was only chaos there.

Firelight flashed everywhere, and the savages and cavalry were mixed together to fight each other.

Jon threw away his crutches and dragged his feet, struggling to walk behind him.

"Jon!" Piper called him, "Where are you going?"

"Go down," Jon managed to force out a word from his mouth.

He saw Piper looking back at the approaching wildlings, as if a wave had submerged the Ice Wolf War Flag.

"Who is the commander here?" They saw someone coming from the east.

It was a group of brothers in black. Through the dim light, Jon could see clearly that the leader was a short, stocky man with a bald head, a double chin, and a frog face. Following him was the lean and stern Alliser Thor.

kindness.

Jon knew that reinforcements from Eastwatch were coming, and he thought angrily in his heart: Could it be that they set the arrow?

"Lord Snow." Jon saw Alliser's gloating expression.

The fat, broad man with double chin looked at Jon, "Are you Jon Snow?"

"Yes, who are you?" Jon frowned.

"Watch him." The man ordered to the two night watchmen brothers beside him.

Piper stood in front of Jon and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Boy, are you going to protect this chameleon?"

"Chameleon? Who are you talking about?" Jon asked.

"Of course it is you, Lord Snow." Sir Thorne answered him.

Jon's face turned cold, "I'm not a chameleon. Get out of the way, I want to go down."

"Don't even go there now, traitor. You are accused of breaking your oath, Jon Snow." The man with the double chin told him, shouting an order, "Get him!"

"I advise you to do your best, Night Watcher." At this time, someone walked up to Jon. He turned around and saw a familiar face, Quint, his father's bodyguard.

The man with the double chin changed his face instantly when he saw Quint's gray piping cloak.

If there is one person that Janos Slynt wants to see the most right now, it is none other than Stark. When he was in King's Landing, it was precisely because of his betrayal that Eddard Stark entered the city.

prison.

"Quint, we have to go down, father needs help." Jon said to the attendants in Winterfell.

Quint nodded.

"I'll go with you too," Piper said suddenly.

"I'll go too." Grant also joined in. "I can help you, Jon."

"If you don't mind it," Short Weggie.

Jon looked at them gratefully.

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There was a tense situation in the big tent, and the troops would be mingling at any moment. The captain of the guard, Harris Moran, was protecting Lord Eddard behind him.

"I swear by the Old Gods," Stark said to the Wildling King.

Mance Rayder hesitated for a moment and put down his sword.

At this time, a wailing sound came from outside the big tent, "Help me, help me! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh but a wailing voice came from outside the big tent."

Harris quickly swung his sword to slash at the black figure, slashing the sword across and cutting him in half.

"Watch your step!" Mance Rayder suddenly shouted.

Harris was stunned for a moment. His legs seemed to be clamped by something. Looking down, the black figure who was cut in half by him only had the upper half of his body left.

His leg was firmly grasped by the monster. Harris was startled and used his other foot to push towards the monster's body.

"Step aside."

The King of Savages appeared behind him. Mance grabbed a fire stick with pliers and burned it directly on the monster's hand. In an instant, it howled, as if it had suffered great damage, and then Harris pulled his leg back.

"What is this?" Ed asked in shock.

"The dead." Mance Rayder said calmly, "This is our enemy, Stark."

"White Walkers?" Harris asked in shock.

Mance shook his head, "This is a ghoul. He was one of our associates before he died."

The King of Savages sprinkled wine on the dead man, then threw down the fire. He said to everyone, "Go, get out quickly."

The flames of the tent began to fill the tent, and Mance explained to Ed, "Only fire can burn a wight."

Ed nodded.

There was chaos outside, with wildlings and Winterfell guards forming a circle.

"Make them stop!" Eddard shouted to the Savage King.

A savage rushed over with weapons, but was killed by the guards of the North who raised their shields.

At this time, a giant rode a mammoth towards them. With a swing of the giant's wooden club, a Winterfell guard named Ferry was knocked away.

The formation instantly dispersed, leaving only the captain of the guard, Harris Moran, beside Ed.

"Sir Ed." Harris helped up Ed who fell.

"I'm fine." Eddard Stark stood up, and as soon as he stabilized his body, the sword quickly pierced out of his hand and hit the face of a wildling who was preparing for a sneak attack.

He exhaled a mouthful of white mist and drew his sword.

Harris looked at the wailing savages behind him and knew that the Duke had saved him.

Several guards came towards them, and soon the Winterfell guards gathered five or six people.

The guards led by Ed fought and retreated at the foot of the Great Wall.

A steady stream of Stark soldiers rushed out from the city gate.

They are getting closer and closer to the city wall.

"Father" Ed heard a familiar voice.

After a lot of fighting, Jon finally found Lord Eddard. He was fine, which was great.

There was joy in his voice, and the worries in his heart finally let go.

Jon walked up quickly.

"Jon!" he heard his father yell.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment. Although he and his father were less than five feet apart, the sound seemed to come from a very far away place.

Teng slowly moved his head, and a huge figure almost enveloped Jon. He saw the big head and the stick as big as a branch raised high.

Getting closer and closer, Jon stretched out his arms to stop it.

He couldn't stop it, he told himself in his heart, how terrifying the giant's power was. He had seen it in the savage tribe.

Suddenly Jon felt grateful that he was hit hard, and his whole body fell to the side.

His face hit the snow, and the coldness penetrated his skin.

Jon endured the pain in his feet and climbed up. What came into his eyes was a picture of despair.

Toot toot!!!

His mind went blank, with only a buzzing sound ringing in his ears. Jon felt as if he had left this world. He staggered forward, and from time to time, distant sounds of fighting and the sound of horns could be heard in his ears.

But all Jon could see was the figure lying in the snow.

They seemed to be cheering, and Jon turned his head mechanically. The last thing he saw was a billowing black flag coming from the east, with a white bird flying above it.
Chapter completed!