Capítulo 403: Chapter 403: The Defense Line of the Twins
The specter of the White Walkers reappeared south of the Neck, and the human alliance stationed at the Twins was busily fortifying their defenses.
With the support of House Targaryen and the presence of dragons, the human resolve to stand against the White Walkers had grown even stronger. It was as if they saw a glimmer of hope, and even their labor seemed invigorated.
"Over here!"
"Bring that log!"
Soldiers clad in various armors bearing their family crests were working fervently. The clanging of tools filled the air, creating a bustling scene.
They were reinforcing the defenses of the Twins, determined to halt the White Walkers here.
"Hey!"
"Thanks, brother."
A soldier clad in Northern fur armor patted a Lannister soldier, who was wearing black and gold armor with a red cloak.
"No problem."
The Lannister soldier gave a small smile, and the two nodded at each other before continuing their work.
At that moment...
"Open the gates!"
The wooden chevaux de frise at the gate was moved aside.
Clip-clop, clip-clop...
Several knights galloped into the construction site of the Twins. Leading them was a young man dressed in a grey-white wolf skin cloak, black clothes, a black and red cloak, with a long sword hanging from his waist, riding a snow-white warhorse.
Beside him were several Dothraki warriors clad in animal skin armor and cloaks.
They strode in as if they owned the place, and the soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms' alliance, seeing the newcomers, paused their work, looking at each other uncertainly, unsure of what to do.
Fortunately, there was a noble general supervising the construction of the defenses.
The commander of the Vale forces, 'Bronze Yohn' Yohn Royce, the Earl of Runestone.
He was still wearing his ancestral heavy bronze armor, said to be thousands of years old and engraved with magical runes that protected the wearer from harm.
"Your Grace."
Yohn Royce, with his grey hair and beard, grey eyes, and thick eyebrows, spurred his horse to meet the newcomers. His voice was deep and powerful.
The alliance had not dwelled too much on the issue of titles. After all, they were facing a battle between the living and the dead. If they were to quibble over such matters at this time, humanity's extinction would not be far off.
The alliance referred to both Viserys and Robert as 'king' to avoid exacerbating tensions and to facilitate cooperation.
"Earl Royce."
Viserys, sitting on his horse, pulled on the reins and gave the man a nod.
Swish...
Viserys dismounted, followed by his Dothraki guards.
Although they were deep in enemy territory, the Dothraki showed no fear.
Their fierce eyes coldly surveyed the surrounding alliance soldiers, one hand on the hilt of their arakhs, ready to protect their Khal.
Earl Royce gave a slight nod, and a soldier of the alliance nervously came forward to take the reins of their horses.
Then, the old general Yohn Royce also dismounted, raised his hand in a 'please' gesture, and said in a low, respectful voice.
"Your Grace, please."
"King Robert and the other lords have been waiting for you for some time."
The face of Yohn Royce bore a hint of sorrow, as the news of the assassination of his liege, Jon Arryn, had recently arrived. King Robert was furious and even wanted to return with his troops, but was strongly dissuaded by everyone.
Everyone knew there was something fishy about it. Jon couldn't possibly have died at the hands of the mob as reported.
However, at this critical time, they had no way to return to King's Landing to investigate.
If the morale of the alliance were to break, which of the houses could withstand the onslaught of the White Walkers?
The Riverlands and the Crownlands would likely be the first to fall, followed by the Westerlands, the Riverlands, and the Stormlands. The Vale, although easily defended, would ultimately be unable to resist the onslaught of the army of the dead. Once the Vale fell, it would be Dorne's turn.
The rule of the houses over Westeros would end, history would be buried in dust, and there would be no more lions, no more hawks, and no more direwolves.
So, although they mourned Jon Arryn's death, everyone understood what was more important at the moment.
Death is as final as a snuffed candle.
Jon, while alive, could unite the four major families as the core of the alliance, but dead, he had no value. The living still needed to unite to confront the more important enemy at hand, and the challenge that would soon engulf the Seven Kingdoms.
After the Dothraki army arrived at the Twins and set up their camp not far from the alliance camp, Robert invited Viserys to discuss the battle plan.
And Viserys, far from being timid, boldly brought a few guards to the meeting.
The possibility of a Red Wedding was not absent, and everyone admired Viserys's courage in going alone to the meeting.
However, what they didn't know was that Viserys was confident that he could kill everyone in the room before they could kill him.
He could do it alone.
Clip-clop...
The footsteps of the group echoed in the corridor, and they were soon to reach the council chamber of the Twins.
However, at that moment, Yohn Royce, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.
"These barbarians are indeed fierce, skilled in archery and horsemanship, and killing is as natural to them as eating."
He stopped outside the door, turning to look at Viserys.
"But Your Grace... Are you really planning to conquer the Seven Kingdoms with these savages?"
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