Farwinter, the ice throne is difficult to shatter! Rhaegar could still feel the cold light within the throne.
"A blue magic circle, such immense power! If it's not the Night King arriving, then besides the Night King, it could be an Ice Dragon!"
"Bring the wildling Craster up!" Rhaegar commanded. Because of the vast white mist, life Beyond the Wall was impossible, and Craster, with some of his elderly and young, had also fled here for their lives.
Craster had a keep north of the Wall. He lived with a dozen wives, some of whom were his own daughters. For example, Gilly, who later became close with Samwell Tarly, was his daughter. But this man was infamous Beyond the Wall; he was utterly shameless. He was also a kinslayer, sacrificing his sons.
"A kinslayer?" Rhaegar looked at Craster. Craster dared not answer; it was indeed true!
Craster's hair was gray, but he was still a very strong man. His flat nose and drooping lips gave him a somewhat brutal appearance, and he was missing an ear, which had frozen off.
"You sacrificed your own sons to the wights!" Rhaegar asked him. The wildlings also despised Craster because he was crude, heartless, and colluded with the Others.
"If they lived, they would kill me! And if I don't sacrifice these children, one day the Others will attack me anyway!" Craster said, trembling.
"Over the years, you've killed so many children, many of whom have become Others or wights!" Rhaegar felt this man was beyond redemption!
"Please spare my life! Silver Dragon King!" Craster cried, tears streaming down his face. "I am willing to tell you what I know about the god of cold!"
"The god of cold prefers boys, not females! The Others shaped by the god of cold are civilized, not ordinary wights!" Craster chattered on, but Rhaegar didn't want to hear anymore. What he knew was only this much!
"As you command, Prince!" The King-Beyond-the-Wall accepted, and a wildling stepped forward to finish Craster. He had sent so many wights or Others, and the wildlings hated him to the core.
"Summon the wildling chieftains; we will discuss the next plan on the Wall!"
"Yes!"
On the Wall at Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, the lords of the North, the high command of the Night's Watch, and the wildling chieftains gathered.
"The situation is getting worse!" The banner of the ice wolf arrived, and Lord Rickard's reinforcements also came.
"The god of cold's throne!" Rhaegar pointed to the faintly visible blue ice throne. Everyone was startled. That was indeed something only found in legends.
From the high city walls, they could still see that distant ice throne, behind the wights, protected by the Others.
"The Others fear fire most, they fear light! But now the god of cold's magic has arrived; in the mist, the Others move freely!" Rhaegar looked at the pervasive white mist, with wights wandering and the Others in the deepest part.
"Indeed, we also feel the struggle of the Others and wights. Craster has been sacrificing for who knows how long, and he certainly isn't the last wildling tribe to do so," said the King-Beyond-the-Wall. "The areas Beyond the Wall are very suitable for the Others to appear, but now the cold is intensifying. Besides Beyond the Wall, if not for the Wall, the entire North would fall. If it snows... whether it's heavy snow, sleet, or even freezing rain, wood can't be lit and is hard to find, and the wights will swarm in."
"The climate is changing, the ice throne, that is the god of cold's magic flowing, and the Night King will eventually awaken and survive from here!" Rhaegar stated his meaning.
"When the ice throne is fully erected, even if the Night King isn't summoned, the wights will become more numerous, and the threat will grow?" Maester Aemon asked.
"Yes, that is my conjecture!" Rhaegar said. "The more real the ice throne becomes, the closer the Night King will be. The white mist and the extreme winter are the weapons of the god of cold; in the mist, ordinary sparks are extinguished, and the god of cold's wights will rush in very quickly. Ordinary people cannot resist this mist!"
"Cold and night are manifestations of the god of cold's power! We cannot fight them consistently!" The King-Beyond-the-Wall said dejectedly. "When the white mist rises... how do you fight mist? Shadows with long teeth... the air is icy cold, like a knife to the lungs... now everyone understands... can our swords cut through the cold? Perhaps it's better to hide behind the Wall first!"
"The Wall is not omnipotent; the god of cold also has a servant, the Ice Dragon, which is a condensation of the god of cold's magic. With an Ice Dragon's breath, the Wall could also be damaged!" Rhaegar told everyone. He was also considering the problem: if an Ice Dragon appeared, with such powerful might, it could indeed bombard the Wall!
"Really, Prince!" Upon hearing such words, everyone became tense. The terrifying storm of the god of cold.
"Don't be so pessimistic; there's still a turn for the better! Destroy the ice throne, delay the Night King's arrival!" Rhaegar stated his idea. "The Others fear fire; if the fire is doubled, the ice throne has a chance to shatter!"
"Then what are we waiting for?" "Let's charge, we'll smash them! These wights, these monsters, should have been buried long ago!" The lords of the North shouted.
"But if we take the initiative to attack, the danger is great!" Rhaegar said.
"Winter has come, and a large number of homeless, childless, unmarried, second sons, and elderly people in the North will find it difficult to survive this harsh winter even if they stay. Let us attack instead; let us have one glorious moment, facing those damned blue-eyed wights!" The uncle of the Lord of Last Hearth laughed heartily, and the old man showed his axe. "A warrior should die by the last sword, not freeze to death! I would rather fight to the death than live ignobly!"
"We are willing!"
"We are willing!"
Those Northerners, Night's Watch members, and wildlings shouted, those old men, second sons, and childless individuals. They were willing for another winter wolf unit to emerge and charge towards the ice throne.
"Winter is coming, the pack survives, the lone wolf dies!" Lord Rickard said this sentence.
"If you don't mind, let me be the commander-in-chief of the ground forces?" Old Bear Mormont said. "I've long wanted to do my part for the Night's Watch, and although I can't say it will be successful, for the North and for humanity, my vigil can begin early!"
"But what about your son?" one of the lords couldn't help but ask.
"I still have sisters who can take good care of Jorah. I hope he lives well, and if one day he tires of life, he can come to the Wall and continue my dream!" The Old Bear smiled, with a sense of detachment. Perhaps his child would understand him.
Everyone fell into solemnity, picking up their weapons. If the world was to be destroyed, there would always be someone willing to charge forward.
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