Capítulo 353: Chapter 353: The Great Human Migration
"The arrival of summer signifies the Lord of Light gaining the upper hand, while the coming of winter represents the God of Cold seizing the advantage."
"The alliance must also seek help from my Lord. Ice and fire, the dragon's flame is the weapon that can directly confront the Night King. This is harmony."
Melisandre believes they can retreat to warmer areas, evacuate the local people, and adopt a scorched earth policy.
Instead of futilely struggling in these meaningless places, which would only increase casualties and damage morale, Winterfell is not a strong fortress and cannot be held.
The alliance can use the 'divine' power to suppress the existence of the God of Cold, simply put, to fight cold with heat.
Let the Night King come to the warm south, where he is suppressed and cannot fully exert his strength, then gather all strength to seize the opportunity to defeat him.
At the same time, the alliance must also seek help from Viserys, unite more people, this is the right time, the right place, and the right people, only then can they lead humanity to defeat the Night King.
However, although Melisandre's plan seems reasonable, it cannot be accepted by the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms and is impossible to implement.
They are unwilling to abandon their ancestral homes and retreat to the south to fight a life-and-death battle with the White Walkers. It's absurd to ask the Stark family to give up Winterfell.
And who knows if the Night King will really consume a lot of energy in the confrontation between cold and heat after he arrives in the south, and become somewhat weakened.
At present, the Night King's footsteps represent cold and death. Wherever the army of the dead goes, it brings blizzards and a sharp drop in temperature.
And to seek help from that second prince...
Many nobles looked at each other and secretly glanced at the central throne.
However, just looking at King Robert's ugly face, they knew it was impossible, but this time the fat king looked ugly, yet he said nothing.
Melisandre's plan was naturally rejected.
Then the Battle of Winterfell broke out. After the defeat of the alliance, they fled in all directions. The main force fled to the Bay of Seals, evacuating the people along the way who had not had time to evacuate.
The White Walkers came from the north, and the people of the North had been organized to migrate south with their families after the defeat at the Wall.
However, among them, there were people who were unwilling to leave their homes, thinking that the White Walkers were just a lie, stubbornly wanting to hold on. These people eventually got their wish and became part of the army of the dead.
"Line up! Line up!"
"Don't crowd!"
"You! What are you doing!"
Now the Bay of Seals was already overcrowded before the defeated army arrived. The once wide embankment was filled with the people of the North who had not had time to evacuate.
The soldiers of the alliance stationed here maintained order, ensuring that the elderly, women, and children could pass through the embankment as quickly as possible and reach the Riverlands.
The soldiers were nervously maintaining order, but among them, there were people who broke the rules, relying on their strong bodies to try to squeeze through, and were eventually pulled out by the soldiers of the alliance.
"Stop!"
"Get him out!"
There were even people who wanted to take the opportunity to break through the defense line and rush over the embankment. However, after a fight, bodies were everywhere, and these people's bodies were thrown into the mud to feed the lizard-lions.
The White Walkers were coming south, the alliance was defeated, everyone was panic-stricken, even the king had run away.
The North now was like a pond that had been drained of water, all the fish were exposed, jumping on the muddy beach.
The big and small fish hidden under the water in the North all came out, the Brotherhood on the wanted list in the past, robbers, and even the wildlings who had fled into the North when the Wall collapsed gradually emerged.
Everyone didn't want to die, including these robbers and wildlings, but they knew very well that once they showed up, they would undoubtedly die.
The great migration operation in the Bay of Seals was attacked and sabotaged by these robbers and wildlings several times.
However, although the soldiers of the alliance were repeatedly frustrated in the face of the White Walkers, they were after all regular troops and managed to control the chaotic situation.
"This is Lady Stark's carriage."
A dusty carriage bearing the Stark family's direwolf emblem arrived at the Bay of Seals, and the soldiers stationed here hurriedly let it pass.
"My lady."
However, the curtain of the carriage did not lift at all, and the Stark family's carriage hurriedly set foot on the embankment and left.
And the red-robed witch who disappeared after the Battle of Winterfell, surprisingly, appeared among the people crossing the Bay of Seals at this moment.
She was still wearing a thin red robe, her movements were full of charm, but there was no frivolity on the woman's cheeks.
Melisandre was riding alone on a date-red warhorse, no one knew how she escaped from the chaotic battlefield of Winterfell, and no one knew how she ran faster than the retreating army, and arrived at the Bay of Seals first.
"Who are you?"
The alliance soldier stationed at the Bay of Seals looked at Melisandre with a slightly furrowed brow, he instinctively felt that this woman was somewhat different.
However, he immediately noticed that she had come from the north in such cold winter wearing only a single garment, which confirmed his suspicion.
"I am a servant of the true Lord."
The red-robed witch said in a flat voice, but it made the soldier's brow furrow even more. He felt that this person was a bit mysterious, but there were too many people lining up behind him, and he didn't have time to scrutinize.
Moreover, she was just a woman, how much trouble could a woman cause?
The soldier had such a thought in his mind, then waved his hand.
"Alright, you can go."
The elderly, women, and children were given priority to pass through the Bay of Seals, Melisandre's identity met the criteria and there was not much obstruction.
Then the woman nodded slightly, riding her date-red warhorse into the long embankment.
"Father!"
A daughter who was separated cried out to her father who was shut outside the embankment.
"Be careful!"
There were people helping the fallen elderly to get up.
"Over here!"
"Over here!"
The embankment was noisy and chaotic, filled with disordered voices.
This was the largest population migration in the history of Westeros, and also an unprecedented great escape. All the people of the North were forced and called to flee south with their families.
The alliance wanted to defeat the Night King, the most important thing was to do a good job of scorched earth policy, otherwise, when the White Walkers swept the entire North, that would be the real beginning of the disaster.
No one can resist the advance of the million-strong army of the dead, the end of the world is probably just around the corner.
In the long embankment, both sides were waist-deep in silt
, emitting a foul smell. There were also huge flowers, lizard-lions, and many snakes. Dense bushes soaked in the swamp all year round, with curtain-like fungi hanging between the branches.
The Neck was full of dangers, the embankment was the only safe path. If you leave the embankment, there are things everywhere that can easily take your life.
The marching crowd was long, most of them carrying luggage, bringing their families, helping each other, and stretching as far as the eye could see.
Step by step...
In the chaotic crowd, Melisandre rode on horseback, following the crowd at a leisurely pace, quietly observing the surrounding scenery and the various states of life, then couldn't help but start to sing.
"We mortals, born and die alone, lost and hesitant, wandering in the dark valley;
Blessed to have brethren, gather and march, blessed to have the true Lord, to overflow us."
The woman's voice was cold and melodious, quickly resonating with the old and young present. Although they didn't understand what the woman was singing, they still sang along.
The night is long, the journey through the Neck is still long, and Melisandre's influence among these old people, women, and children gradually expands.
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Far away from here, in Pentos.
It has been several months since His Majesty the King left his throne, and the news of the alliance and the White Walkers fighting in Westeros came like snowflakes.
Oberyn, acting as the Hand of the King, deals with a large amount of official business every day, while responding to various calls for help from the Seven Kingdoms.
However, Viserys has not returned for a long time, and the Targaryen army dare not move a day. The young king is the banner of the country, the most important and core part of the whole machine.
And now, a huge figure that blocked the sky appeared in the sky of Pentos in the early morning.
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