The clanging swords resounded through the square, and it was another ordinary day in Castle Black.
Commander Mormont resisted the pressure from the Royce family on behalf of the three survivors of the patrol. Now, the three people who escaped from the White Walker sword were cleared of desertion suspicion and can move freely in Castle Black again.
At this moment, Egger and Tyrion were standing on the balcony beside Castle Black's courtyard, leaning on the railing and looking down at the recruits training below. It felt vaguely like they were back in college, standing by the playground and watching the new students. School girls participate in military training.
What is a bit regretful is that not only are there no women among these recruits, there are also very few decent-looking men.
...
Jon, wearing a black woolen sweater, a leather vest and chain mail, was holding a training sword to compete with his opponent in the center of the yard.
There are nearly twenty new recruits in this batch of training. Counting Jon as a volunteer, there are more recruits in the past years. They are generally between fourteen and eighteen years old, but in a fight, none of them can be the opponent of the youngest bastard - some are agile but timid and more wretched than Will; some are incapable of using old swords. The dagger stabbed back and forth; one was as weak as a girl... What more recruits have in common is that they are stupid, slow and clumsy... Jon was like a wolf in this group of people, in just a few minutes He had defeated four people in a row. At this moment, he used a beautiful feint to knock down the fifth recruit with a thick neck, and chopped the opponent's head. When the opponent retreated, he pushed away his sword and hit him with his elbow. The opponent's abdomen.
The thick-necked recruit lost his center of gravity and fell hard into the snow, his blunt sword falling out of his hand.
Egg had to admit that Jon's swordsmanship was indeed as good as he boasted. Even if he, a "veteran" who was ten years older than him and joined the Blackshirt Army a year earlier, ended up competing with him, he would only be able to Rely on full defense to achieve a draw.
The training was stopped by the recruit instructor. Alliser Thorne, who became the loser in the Battle of the Reavers and was forced to come to the Great Wall, naturally had no good feelings for the illegitimate son of the victor. He and Jon had a fight at the scene. There was a conversation, but it was difficult to hear the content from too far away, but it was obviously not a cordial and pleasant conversation, and there was anger on the young man's face.
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"This kid is really good at skills." Tyrion commented. Several days had passed since the forced march, but his butt was still numb and he couldn't sit down. He could only feel comfortable standing. "But for my future 'brother', it would be too cruel."
"I joined the Night Watch for the sake of honor, but in the end I found that this place was completely different from what I imagined. I felt the loss and resentment caused by being abandoned by my father. It's hard to express, and all the strength is vented on the opponent."
"It's so concise and to the point, you are like a poet again now." Tyrion smiled, "But if he continues like this, it will be difficult for him to mix in the legion. Someone needs to be there. Tell him what to do."
"You are such a kind-hearted
person." "No way, I just have a little problem. I can't help but sympathize with illegitimate children, cripples, other freaks, and all kinds of people who have bad luck. A good person who is in trouble."
"Then I am in trouble, but I am lucky enough to be sympathized with because I am the last type of person on your list. Is it good or bad luck?" "
Well... good question, You asked me."
As the time of acquaintance grows, the relationship between the two has become more casual and close. The dwarf does have the characteristics of being a protagonist. Although he was born into a noble family, he never puts on airs or looks down upon others. "Not being annoying" is actually a skill and one of the manifestations of intelligence. With this alone, coupled with a good head, you are destined to do great things.
At this moment he smiled and said, "How are things going with you over there?"
"The chief ranger has already started preparing for the next patrol, and I will be responsible for leading the way." Iger was extremely anxious, but on the surface he said lightly: "You will How long do you want to stay at the Great Wall?"
"You can stay as long as you want. I don't have a lot of national affairs to deal with." The dwarf shrugged: "How long does a patrol last?" "
As little as a month or two, or as much as Half a year."
"That's a pity. I originally wanted you to catch a White Walker and show it to me to prove that you weren't bragging." Tyrion made a deeply regretful expression. "The main reason I came here this time is I just want to see the legendary Great Wall, climb to the top and pee at the edge of the world, but I can't stay that long. "
Catch a White Walker? The collection of obsidian weapons has only just begun. The materials obtained so far are not enough to equip a patrol team, not to mention the fragile nature of it being made of glass, which makes it impossible to use it as a conventional weapon like Valyrian steel. Using... dragonglass weapons are destined to only be used to seize the opportunity to kill ice magic creatures. Its existence only changes humans from "defeat" to "likely to survive" when facing the White Walkers. It does not change the advantages and disadvantages at all. The incredible function. If you don't make all the preparations to escape the wall, you will be thankful to God that you can come back alive. Are you still considering being captured alive?
The time to deal with the White Walkers is actually far from mature, but the stubbornness of the Stark family has been inherited by someone. No matter how much Iger persuaded, Benyan refused to give up or postpone the patrol.
"Sir, it may be possible to catch a wight, but White Walkers...please forgive us, we really don't have the ability." Egg explained impatiently, "Lord Bunyan's patrol this time is actually to verify the reality of the existence of White Walkers. Sex, when he comes back from this trip, the Night Watch Legion may be able to plan an operation and find evidence to prove to the world..."
If he participates in this patrol, there is a high probability that he will not be able to come back. The best solution is to try to avoid it. Task!
Although he was chatting and laughing with Tyrion at the moment, the dwarf was after all a genuine Lannister and a great nobleman - he had already agreed to help him. If he was still urging the other party, what did he think of him?
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"Okay, it's just a joke. I am willing to take you away from the Great Wall, not because you killed some ridiculous magical creature." The dwarf shrugged: "No need to explain more, I will go find you now. Commander, let me go. And, as I said, don't call me Lord."
"Okay, Tyrion." Egg breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gratefully: "Then I will wait for your good news. "
I hope I won't disappoint you." The dwarf said, walking neatly on his short legs and hunched over to the commander-in-chief's office. After a few steps, he turned back and waved to him. "Find a place to sit, you don't have to wait for me here."