Hello everyone, I just wanted to inform you that we have reached chapter 196 of the story on Patreon, and I am going to take a short two-week break to refocus because I feel that this story is starting to exhaust me and give me a hard time.
Good news, this doesn't change anything for you because during these two weeks I will continue to update the story every two days or so.
And since good news never comes alone, here's another good news: this chapter is a bit longer than the previous ones, and the following ones will be even longer because, starting with this one, I have decided to no longer write chapters with an average of 1,000 words (500 - 1,500 words) but to extend them to an average of 2,000 words (1,500 to 2,500 words).
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-Chapter 145-
-POV Mance Rayder-
Seeing the direction Aegon headed, I immediately understood what he was going to do.
'Damn, the roar was a signal to indicate where the Horn was hidden, which means he managed to train his dragon for this kind of operation. Varamyr said he was a Warg, so either he's a powerful Warg, or the intelligence of his dragon is equal to, or even superior to, that of a man' I thought as I quickly ran in the same direction as Aegon.
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-POV MC-
It took me only a few seconds to cover a hundred meters.
From afar, I saw the Horn of Winter on a sled harnessed to a mammoth guarded by several giants.
I immediately understood that Mance had posted the giants to guard the Horn of Winter.
I imagine he thought I would be intimidated by the strength of the giants since last time they were the only ones who didn't fight against me.
I stopped for a moment, once I was within ten meters of the giants guarding the Horn, to assess the situation.
'Twelve giants and about a hundred people, I wouldn't be able to deal with them quickly, I need to destroy the Horn first.'
I didn't know if the Horn was real or not, but I didn't want to take any chances.
So, I crouched down and pushed hard on my knees to leap forward into the air.
I quickly passed over the heads of the giants, who could only look up and watch me fall directly onto the Horn of Winter.
I drew Illumination in the air, then charged my sword with a quarter of the mana I had left, which made my sword glow with green flames until I fell straight onto the Horn of Winter.
BOOOOOOM
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-POV Tormund-
Seeing the King of the Kneelers jump three meters above the giants' heads to land in a huge explosion of green fire made me shiver.
'The last time I was this scared was when I faced a revenant for the first time' I thought.
I was blown away by the explosion and fell into the snow after flying back a few meters.
I felt my body scream in pain, but I forced myself to get up with a little hope of seeing Joramun's Horn intact.
But all I saw were the charred bones of the mammoth harnessed to the sled and the burning debris of the Horn.
In the midst of all this mess, the silhouette of the young King of the Kneelers could be seen intact, a mocking smile on his face.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"
Mag roared madly, then charged straight at the King of the Kneelers.
He raised his club high, then brought it down right on the King of the Kneelers, who simply dodged Mag's blow.
'The little king is agile' I thought, seeing the young king dodge the blow and run between Mag's legs.
The King of the Kneelers slashed the muscles near the heel, forcing Mag to kneel before jumping on his back, grabbing hold, and getting onto his shoulders.
It all happened in a few seconds.
I was still stunned when I saw the King of the Kneelers plunge his sword deep into Mag's right eye.
The sword didn't go deep enough into his eye to kill him, but when I saw the sword light up and heard Mag scream in pain, I couldn't help but shout:
"NOOOOOOOO"
I struggled to get back up, but it was already too late.
After a few seconds, Mag finally put a second knee to the ground, then stopped screaming, and his limp body fell face first into the snow.
Mag was one of the most powerful and oldest leaders of the giant people.
He was so influential among his people that he was considered the king of the giants.
His lineage was so ancient that it dated back long before the arrival of the First Men.
'And unfortunately, with his death, this illustrious and ancient lineage has come to an end' I thought sadly.
With Mag's death, I fully understood how dangerous he was. Even though my whole being screamed to run and confront this Kneeler and avenge the death of my companions, I was unable to act.
'Now that we no longer have Joramun's Horn to threaten him, we won't be able to cross the wall. We are now stuck' I thought.
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-POV MC-
Once the giant's body fell to the ground, I smiled, relieved, because now that the Horn of Winter was definitively destroyed, the wildlings no longer posed any threat to me.
I smiled, freed from the burden that had weighed on me since Mance Rayder's army appeared under the Wall.
I turned my head toward Tormund, deeply lost in thought.
I wondered what to do with him.
Deep down, I didn't want to kill him because it would be a waste.
He was highly respected among the Free Folk, and if any misfortune were to befall Mance Rayder, it is more than likely that I could rally all the Free Folk with his support.
Once my decision was made, I calmly walked toward Tormund, and once I was in front of him, I said, "My goal has been achieved. I leave you and your people alive. If you ever attack the wall, you are dead, but if you feel the need to ensure the survival of your people, send a messenger to let me know."
He didn't move, but from his look, I could feel he wanted to smash my skull with his axe.
DRAGON ROAR
Rhaegal roared as he landed in front of me.
I quickly climbed onto his back, and then we flew towards the wall.
'Now, the choice is in your hands, Mance. Will you choose to ensure the survival of your people or your ego ?' I thought.
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-POV Aemon Targaryen-
DRAGON ROAR
I smiled hearing the distant roar of my great-great-grandnephew's dragon, then got back to work.
I knew he had a lot of work after the destruction of House Bolton and wouldn't take the time to stay at the Wall longer than necessary.
So, I wasn't disappointed to hear him flying over Castle Black to return to his stronghold.
DRAGON ROAR
Hearing the second, louder roar, I understood that this time the king had landed here.
I felt a deep sense of anticipation, then got up.
Last time, since the king left directly, I couldn't meet him, but this time I wouldn't make the same mistake.
Before he left, I wanted to see him at least once.
"Mester Aemon, let me help you," said my apprentice.
I smiled, extending my arm to my apprentice, and then we headed to the courtyard.
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-POV Tristan Sunfyre-
As soon as the king landed, he asked me to take him to where we held his uncle under house arrest.
"Your Majesty, did you manage to subdue the king beyond the Wall?" I asked on the way.
"No, it seems that Mance Rayder is prouder than I thought. He doesn't want to abandon his wild traditions, but I took the opportunity to destroy the Horn of Winter," he said.
"So what are we going to do with them now?" I asked, looking at the king, who didn't seem extremely troubled by the situation.
"Nothing," said the king flatly.
"Nothing?" I said in total confusion.
The king smiled, then said, totally calm, "Mance Rayder thinks that as a king, we have the same status and that he shouldn't bow to me, so let's see where his madness leads him. For now, I don't need them; it's actually the opposite, and now that they have no leverage over us, they are stuck between us and the White Walkers."
I frowned, seeing the king talk about these White Walkers, which to me were nothing more than tales to scare children.
After a few moments, I couldn't help but ask, "Do you really believe in them?"
The king didn't answer immediately, then he said, "You saw the revenant that the Night's Watch captured, didn't you?"
I frowned because indeed, I had seen the revenant that the Night's Watch had captured, but I had also learned alongside Master Aemon.
I knew very well that in ancient times, necromancers and blood mages were capable of such magical feats.
"I saw the revenant, and I certainly believe in magic, from the moment I saw you destroy the Red Keep's door with a fireball like a human dragon. But to believe that an army of hundreds of thousands of undead is coming, led by the Night King capable of ushering in centuries of winter across the continent..." I said, not finishing my sentence, the implicit meaning clearly understandable.
The king shrugged, then said, "Whether it's the White Walkers or the wildlings, I want to be prepared for any eventuality. If the White Walkers exist, our defenses will be ready to welcome them as they should, and if it's nothing more than an invention of the wildlings to force us to let them cross the Wall to more fertile lands, we will be prepared to defend ourselves. In both cases, I don't want to be caught off guard by either."
"I understand, I apologize for doubting your judgment, Your Majesty."
"It's nothing, I appreciate that you think for yourself. Besides your loyalty and composure, that's the main quality I appreciate in you," he said.
"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty," I said as we stopped in front of the door to Benjen Stark's room.
The king hesitated for a few seconds before grabbing the handle and entering to face his uncle.
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N.A : En ce moment j'ai sorti une seconde fanfiction sur Webnovel qui se nomme Ronnet Connington vous avez surement eu l'occasion de la voir et j'ai envie de poster dès le mois prochain une troisième fanfic qui a déjà dépassé plus de 30 chapitres.
Les fanfic disponibles sur mon Patreon patreon.com/Ghostrider0002 sont :
- Aegon Snow
- Ronnet Connington
- Aemon Targaryen
- Reincarnated in Marvel
- Naruto : Divine Tree