[ Explorer: Congratulations on discovering the legendary "horn of winter," which can bring down the Wall and awaken the sleeping giants beneath the earth. However, as an object of a covenant, when the covenant is broken, it must be awakened with the blood of the covenant! ]
[ Achievement: White Walker Slayer, Arch-enemy of the god of cold. Ice and fire, cold and heat, despair and hope, night and dawn, dragons and White Walkers, everything dances together in an endless cycle. ]
Rhaegar toyed with the ancient horn, feeling somewhat awkward. This thing required the blood of the covenant, which surely referred to the pact between the King in the North and the King-Beyond-the-Wall, Joramun, to fight against the Night King and the White Walkers together. Rhaegar didn't have a drop of that covenant blood. It was likely that only someone from House Stark or a descendant of Joramun could make it work, proving the covenant was broken. But then again, the King-Beyond-the-Wall did not pass down through bloodlines, so it was a matter of interpretation whether it meant Joramun's descendants or any current King-Beyond-the-Wall. But that was irrelevant; the horn was in Rhaegar's hands, and no one else could take it. As for being the arch-enemy of the god of cold and a White Walker Slayer, Rhaegar didn't care much. He was already a khal slayer and a Pirate King slayer, so adding a magical god of cold slayer title was fine. He was one of the rulers of the Seven Kingdoms and a Dragonrider representing fire; he was destined to fight to the death against the god of cold.
"Also, I need a Dragon Horn, which should be in the ruins of the Smoking Sea! But do these horns also require blood and fire as a sacrifice to be awakened? Ordinary people definitely won't do; it requires the blood of the gods, a life full of magic. When the Dragon Horn is blown, the lungs of ordinary people would turn to charcoal. The sound emitted when the Dragon Horn is blown is like thousands of souls screaming; those who hear it feel as if their bones are burning, with scorching flames roasting their flesh from the inside out." Putting that aside, having the horn of winter in his hands was better than it being in the hands of an ambitious opportunist. Rhaegar put away the horn of winter, hiding it in his bronze ring. He had to get his hands on the Dragon Horn too; he would take all these opportunities. Rhaegar suspected there was another horn; following the symmetry of the Ice and Fire universe, perhaps there was a horn from the Drowned God that could awaken sleeping krakens.
While Rhaegar was deep in thought, he sensed a chill emerging from the foot of the Fist of the First Men. It was that half-dead, half-alive kind of chill. The feeling was somewhat familiar, and Rhaegar looked over to see it was indeed one of the Three-Eyed Crow's men.
"It's you? What did the Three-Eyed Crow send you here to do?" The silver dragon looked at Coldhands with eyes like molten gold, feeling the chill. Rhaegar also saw Coldhands, the half-dead former member of the Night's Watch, riding an elk.
"Did you kill them?" Coldhands asked. He sensed the aura of death and cold in the air.
"Yes!" Rhaegar nodded. They were all ice water now; the bodies were gone, and the ice water had evaporated.
"Do not linger on the road ahead! The Night King is far more powerful than you imagine!" Coldhands advised. Rhaegar could not see his specific features; perhaps he had been a brave black brother when he was alive.
"How powerful is he?" Rhaegar asked him.
"The strength of the White Walkers lies in their speed, stealth, and ferocity. The Night King will surpass every enemy you have encountered before. Be careful, Silver Dragon, do not linger!" Coldhands warned. Coldhands turned around, preparing to leave.
Rhaegar had anticipated this; ordinary White Walkers were already difficult to deal with, and the Night King was the King of the White Walkers, so he was naturally terrifying. Think about it: when a White Walker donned armor, it was like cold, shifting lightning. Without a super-warrior wielding Valyrian steel, ordinary people could hardly kill them; the speed of the White Walkers was astonishing. Moreover, when the weapons of the White Walkers clashed with human weapons, they produced a strange, mind-disturbing noise, a form of sonic attack.
"The people killed by White Walkers all become wights, how did you survive?" Rhaegar asked Coldhands. He was quite interested in this.
"That is a secret! We all have secrets!" Coldhands paused. He did not want to talk about the things of the past.
"Also, has the Three-Eyed Crow been in contact with a child of the Greyjoy family or another First Men bloodline, wanting to train them to become a prophet!" Rhaegar asked his second question.
"You have crossed the line, Prince! That is also a secret!"
"However, I can tell you that the so-called favor of the gods, the old gods, the Drowned God, all exist objectively. As long as one has the bloodline of the gods, it can be achieved. Since the Drowned God has bloodline descendants, it is naturally possible for one or two prophets to awaken. When and who specifically cannot be determined; it is a matter of luck or punishment." After saying these words, Coldhands set off. Magic came from bloodline or faith; it seemed the old gods favored bloodlines more. The violence and slaughter of the Drowned God would always awaken someone to face the calamity.
"Truly, hearing your words is like hearing your words!" Perhaps even such core secrets were not something the Three-Eyed Crow would tell him. Rhaegar no longer hesitated and returned from the Fist of the First Men to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea. Even if such a pawn of the Drowned God appeared, it would be nothing more than a barbecue for the dragon.
At Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, snow was falling heavily. In the negotiation venue between the Wall and the wildling camp, everything was in an uproar. Lords of the North, the Night's Watch, and the chieftains of the wildling tribes were arguing. Great armies were camped in the distance.
"We need to help you defend against the White Walkers, and you should hand over all those assets!" Lord Jon of the Last Hearth spoke up. "And the wildlings have raided so many times, our lands have suffered greatly; you should give us some compensation!"
"That's bullshit, your people have killed plenty of ours too!" The subordinates of Mance Rayder also refused to show weakness, shouting loudly. "You didn't allow us to cross the Wall, we lived on the outskirts, and we were the ones dying for you? How can you take all our wealth?"
"We didn't even enter the Wall, we just borrowed a piece of land outside the Wall. And you call this aid?"
As they talked, the tension between the two sides grew, looking like they were about to fight. There had long been a deep rift and bloodshed between them. Now that those terrifying giants were not there, otherwise the situation would have been even more uncontrollable.
The Old Wolf, Rickard, frowned. He really didn't want to be with these wildlings; after all, there was deep-seated hatred and family grievances. The Old Wolf really wanted to draw his greatsword and kill them all, but there was no choice; the wildlings were, after all, still human. Until a moment later, everyone saw the bright light of an explosion of fire on the Fist of the First Men on the high hill. All voices ceased, and the whole world fell into harmony. It was the roar of a dragon; that fire came from the dragon's rage.
Dragons do not get angry for no reason. In the north, there was an even more intense battle.
The sound of the dragon's leathery wings flapping was like a thunderclap. The dragon appeared near Eastwatch-by-the-Sea. The chaotic situation vanished, and everyone looked up in unison, watching that magnificent dragon group land beside the venue. The dragon seemed to form a tide, and everyone fell into a stupor.
"Why did you stop talking?" Rhaegar asked. He jumped off the back of the dragon, with the bag containing the obsidian daggers and arrows still on him. On Rhaegar's beautiful black cloak, the roaring silver dragon was lifelike. Lightning flickered in Rhaegar's purple eyes, and everyone was suppressed by his aura.
Everyone had different expressions; the main player had arrived, so what was there to argue about? The arrival of the Dragon King served to settle the matter once and for all.
"Prince, did you encounter those things at the Fist of the First Men?" Mance Rayder asked with some doubt. Everyone looked at Prince Rhaegar, waiting for his answer.
"Yes, I killed one White Walker, and there were probably two hundred wights!" Rhaegar did not deny his feat; everything was very easy. This was full-coverage bombing with super-strong Dragonflame; killing two hundred wights was a piece of cake.
Mance Rayder felt like he was suffocating. Damn, this Targaryen is a supermodel! The power of the dragon is terrifying! Wights were already scary enough, let alone White Walkers.
"Two hundred wights, not a single one left?" The Lord Commander also asked.
"They all died, turning into water!" Rhaegar answered affirmatively.
Lord Rickard's mind raced. If the dragon group and the Dragonrider were this powerful, why would they get involved in the south? All will was decided by the Dragon King.
Everyone was shocked, still shocked. Although he spoke lightly, burning so many at once was a display of raw, naked strength. To eliminate White Walkers and wights, only the Dragon King could do it.
"My knights have arrived!" Rhaegar said to the crowd. Sure enough, a moment later, there was the sound of horses galloping and knights shouting. At the Eastwatch-by-the-Sea harbor, Ser Barristan had already landed with the royal escort soldiers.
In the northern snow, the sound of thunderous hoofbeats came. The horses neighed, and the knights were like dragons; they were a forest of steel, the iron cavalry guarding the kingdom. On the galloping steeds were Targaryen knights bearing black banners with silver emblems, as well as knights of House Whent with bat banners. One thousand knights, led by Ser Barristan the Bold and the master-at-arms of House Whent, were like a roaring iron fist.
The lords of the North, the Night's Watch, and the wildlings watched this elite cavalry together, especially the Dragonriders in the lead with dragon helmets, black plate armor, and black cloaks. The young knights were high-spirited and vigorous. Although the northerners thought courage was more important than equipment, such a brave order of knights looked full of killing intent and determination. The knights stood motionless, stopping not far from the meeting place.
"If the White Walkers come! Will the Prince rescue us?" Mance Rayder asked cautiously. The lords of the North and the Night's Watch were still human, but the Dragonriders were supermodels.
"You have not knelt to me, you are not subjects of the kingdom. But the Free Folk are also human. If White Walkers appear in the north! I will come riding the dragon, that is my promise!" Rhaegar smiled, his voice like steel. Wildling special forces, this couldn't be wasted either. Taking these wildlings to Braavos would surely be sending refugees across the sea, and the pressure would be immense. Moreover, the weather in the north was too harsh, and his men could not stay for long; in the long run, he still needed the wildlings and the Northern lords to work together.
The agreement was signed very quickly. First, the wildlings, the Night's Watch, and the lords of the North would cease hostilities; any further raiding or unauthorized warfare would result in execution. Second, the wildlings would give up some of their material resources to the Night's Watch and the lords of the North; the property voluntarily surrendered by the wildlings would be divided into three parts, with Rhaegar, the Night's Watch, and the lords of the North each getting a share. Third, the old, weak, women, and children of the wildlings would enjoy preferential treatment and be arranged to Mole's Town first. Rhaegar used large black bricks to build a low fortress for the wildlings near Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, and the remaining able-bodied ones would fight around the fortress. Fourth, the Iron Throne promised to provide key dragon and material support when necessary.
"I, Guardian of the Stepstones, Commander of the Harrenhal base, Rhaegar of House Targaryen."
"I, Warden of the North, Lord of Winterfell, Rickard of House Stark."
"I, King-Beyond-the-Wall, Mance Rayder."
"I, Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, Qorgyle."
"Winter has come, and the White Walkers, wights, and the cold leave nowhere to hide. For the well-being of all the people of the Seven Kingdoms (First Men, Andals, Rhoynar) as well as the Free Folk and the Night's Watch, we are willing to conclude a sacred covenant here, witnessed by the new and old gods together! We are the fire against the winter, the sword against the winter, the shield against the winter! Our oath is unbreakable, and we will begin to cooperate from this moment on."
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