A certain sword soul's infinite journey

"My friends brought me back," Jon retorted.

Mormont glanced at him. "I didn't say whose glory it was."

"They killed my father!"

"So you want to bring him back from the dead?"

Mormont retorted loudly.

"..." Jon didn't speak.

"Hmph, it's best not to have such a plan, you and I have seen what it looks like to be brought back to life."

Mormont stood up, went to the window, and pushed it open.

"At least you are lucky, and there are gods to avenge you."

Mormont teased, "But I've heard it was a wizard, and Maester Aemon saw wizards back then."

A gust of snow-streaked wind blew in, making Jon shiver.

"I know the punishment for running away, and I'm not afraid of death," Jon said.

"Don't worry, you're not a deserter anymore—those young and energetic children always secretly go to the Mole Village to prostitute, can I kill them all? If everyone who escapes from the camp at night must be killed If you die, then only ghosts will guard the Great Wall."

"Although your brother is on the battlefield, he has the support of the lords of the whole north behind him. Any vassal has more soldiers than the entire Night Watch Corps combined. Do you think they will need your help? "

Mormont glanced at Jon, who had nothing to say.

But there is one sentence that Jon doesn't quite agree with.

Although the night watchman's legion is only less than 1000 people, but in terms of combat effectiveness, these black-clothed crows are definitely much stronger than the northern army he has seen.

Even though the White Walkers haven't been born for thousands of years, even if the Night Watch Corps has been rotten to this point, it is still the only army on this continent that does not produce and trains all year round.

Here, they have to train in the harshest climate in all of Westeros, they have to adapt to the high altitude environment, and they have to face enemies like wildlings.

Perhaps these people were thieves, orphans, and rapists before they came to the Great Wall, but as long as they stay here for a few years, even a coward like Samwell will have the courage to draw his sword against the White Walkers.

Commander Mormont hadn't gone south for too long. He didn't know how the ten years of peace had ruined the troops in the north and south.

But Jon wisely didn't object.

"You are not the only one affected by the war. My sister, Meg of Bear Island should also bring her daughters to join your brother's army at this moment. If she is killed on the battlefield..."

Mormont crushed the egg in his hand with cold eyes, then took a deep breath, picked up the egg white and yolk in his hand, and ate them.

"But I know better that my duty is here."

"Snow, you and I swear here."

Mormont raised his head, looked at Jon and said seriously.

"Beyond the Great Wall, the rangers from the Shadow Tower found many abandoned mountain villages. At night, Sir Denys said that he could see the fire in the mountains, and the flames burned from dusk to dawn. A wildling captive said that Mance Rayder, the king beyond the wall He is hiding in a new secret fortress, summoning all his subjects, and his purpose is known only to the gods in the sky."

"Cat Pike said that huge deformed footprints were found just three miles away, and they also found four blue-eyed bodies, but unlike us, they burned them judiciously."

As he spoke, Mormont approached Jon and looked at Jon.

"Do you think your brother's war is more important than ours?"

"...No." Jon felt his throat dry, so he swallowed.

"Your father is a descendant of the First Men, and you have the blood of the First Men in your body. I always thought there was a reason why he sent you here... So, tell me now, when the dead and those more terrible things cross this Great Wall, Do you think it makes any difference who sits on the Iron Throne when you slaughter us in the dark?"

"……No."

Jon shook his head, he hadn't thought of this level.

"very good!"

Mormont patted him on the shoulder.

"Leave the matter of revenge to your brother, and you...and your wolf, will follow us across the Great Wall and march northward..."

"Over the Wall?" Jon's eyes widened.

"That's right!"

Mormont took the reforged Valyrian sword and held it out to Jon.

"I'm not going to sit here and wait for the storm to come. I'm going to find out what's going on beyond the Wall. I'm going to get your uncle back, dead or alive. I lead the army myself, fighting the King Beyond the Wall, or the White Walkers, or whatever."

"So tell me, Lord Snow, tell me your answer now, are you a blood brother of the Night Watchman... or an illegitimate child who wants to participate in the war..."

Jon frowned, and after pondering, he reached out and took the sword.

Chapter 13 The Swordsman

The journey from King's Landing was far less smooth than the arrival.

In the caravan, the adults never paid any attention to the orphans—because the Night's Watch didn't want girls, and the orphans hated the little mangy.

That's right, after just one day on the road, Diarrhea became Arya's nickname.

She hated the nickname as much as she hated Green Hands and Hot Pie.

The green hand was called Romy, a dyer's apprentice, and was dyed green from hand to elbow.

And Hot Pie was a nasty fat man, because his mother was a baker, and every day she went down the street selling "Hot Pie, Hot Pie! Hot Pie!"—that's how he got his name.

Normally, the convoy would be dense, surrounded by those adults, and these two would not act too much.

The only time they squeezed her out was when she was out of the way of getting water, making a fire, and so on.

Like now, when fetching water from the river at the camp, these two nasty guys came to taunt her head again.

Several times Arya wanted to pull out her needle and strike him with a sword, or find Yoren to cry and complain, but she held back.

Unfortunately, what Arya didn't know was that even if she found Yoren, Yoren wouldn't care about children's disputes at the moment.

He has more distressing things to deal with.

"How on earth did you keep up?"

Yoren frowned tightly, looking at the man next to him wearing a half mask, with his palm behind his back, he quietly grabbed the dagger at his waist.

At first, he thought it was a son of a nobleman, and after hearing some bad poetry written by some whore-bred bard, he believed it and rushed to join the night watchman—this was a very common thing before.

But then Yoren suddenly remembered that Robert was dead, even the new king Joffrey was dead, and everyone was fighting outside, and now Westeros was no longer what it used to be.

So Yoren thought this was someone who wanted to sneak into the Night's Watch to escape the guards and get out of the city.

But what Yoren didn't expect was that after leaving the city, this guy actually sneaked into his team again, which made Yoren very puzzled.

How could a person who could avoid interrogation by himself need to sneak into the night watchman team.

Could it be... Is there a family in the city planning to set up a spy for the night watchman?

Yoren had to wonder.

After all, Tywin is at war with Robb, if he can lure the Night's Watch out of Castle Black and attack Winterfell from the rear, he will definitely win.

Thinking of this, You Lun sized Lin Yi up again, then shook his head resolutely, rejecting the judgment just now.

No one would plan to plant such a secret post, and the Night's Watch was not that important in their eyes.

"Of course it came from behind."

Lin Yi sat on the carriage without notice, with a smile in his black eyes.

"Yoren, your team is too scattered, you don't even know that there is one more person, and you have brought so many troubles, it's strange that you can make it to the Great Wall alive."

He seemed very familiar.

"This is the recruiting team of the Night Watchman. No matter which lord it is, it has no right to intervene in the Night Watchman's affairs."

You Lun snorted coldly, he didn't seem to pay attention to Lin Yi's word "trouble", and he seemed to have heard it but pretended not to care.

"How long ago is this old calendar, do you think those 'newborns' in recent years will care about these ancient traditions?"

Lin Yi glanced at him, then turned his head, looked at the front of the road, and said with emotion.

"Of course, the night watchman was a giant. In the first year of the Aegon calendar, the night watchman was spread all over the Great Wall stretching hundreds of miles, guarding nineteen castles, and the number of permanent residents was about 1. But what about you now? How many castles are left, and how many people are left?"

Strange to say, Yoren could still see a hint of sarcasm on this guy's face even though he covered most of his face.

"Hmph!" Yoren snorted coldly, "No matter how many people are left, the Night Watchman will still be the Night Watchman and will never leave the Great Wall."

There is no time to leave the Great Wall.

Yoren thought to himself that he knew something terrible was going on on the other side of the wall, and the Night's Watch had no time to pay attention to the commotion to the south.

Yoren's scalp tingled at the thought of the moving corpse, and he called for a flagon for courage.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you night watchmen."

Lin Yi said with a smile.

"I just need a guide to take me to the Great Wall."

to the Great Wall?

Yoren raised an eyebrow, then shook his head.

"I advise you to give up, no matter what idea you have... Believe me, that's not what you want to see."

With that said, Yoren unscrewed the jug and took a sip.

It stands to reason that he should take this person down first, and then question him, but for some reason, whenever Yoren wanted to pull out the dagger, his keen intuition, which had experienced life and death dozens of times, would make his scalp tingle.

"You just need to take me to the Great Wall. As for my life and death, it has nothing to do with you."

With that said, Lin Yi threw away the dagger in his hand.

"But if you don't bring me to the Great Wall, then I can't guarantee your life..."

"you!"

Seeing the familiar dagger, Yoren straightened up from the carriage in shock, and touched the back of his waist with his right hand, but it was in vain.

when? !

Lin Yi smiled, and threw the dagger casually. You Lun was very careful not to catch it with his hands, but waited for it to fall to the ground before picking it up.

"If I wanted to kill you, you would have already died." Lin Yi said calmly.

Yoren put away the dagger.

He believed this sentence. He had never seen anyone snatch a dagger from an old night watchman while chatting and laughing like this.

Glancing at Arya behind him from the corner of his eye, Yoren paused for a moment, then nodded.

"...Yes, but I must know why you are going to the Great Wall."

"Because in the darkness, something began to quietly wake up again..."

Lin Yi said in a low tone.

"If I'm not mistaken, have some of your Rangers gone missing?"

"...It is inevitable to deal with the wildlings outside the wall." Yoren was secretly startled.

"It's more than that." Lin Yi shook his head, "I don't know if you have seen that kind of thing, but I believe that the night watchmen who are still staying in Castle Black should have seen it..."

"..." Yoren's pupils shrank, and he asked calmly, "What have you seen?"

Lin Yi glanced at him deeply: "Those blue-eyed, moving corpses."

Blue eyes!

A moving corpse!

Yoren's eyes widened in astonishment, "Who the hell are you?"

"It seems that you have seen it."

Lin Yi smiled. Now that he has seen it, the rest of the matter will be much easier.

"Tell me who you are, otherwise I will never be able to bring you to the Great Wall!"

Yoren did not deny it, but still drew the steel sword at his waist, speaking very firmly.

Stark's daughter is nothing compared to what those moving corpses can represent.