Chapter 406: Escape from Death

Khal Qhogo spoke a few sentences in Dothraki, his gaze cold and indifferent.

Eddard Stark didn't understand, but he had no complaints after observing the other man's demeanor. The man with dark brown hair gave a slight nod.

"Very well."

After all, he had heard of the Dothraki people, a nation of horse riders, each one an expert cavalryman. Thus, he also nodded in agreement.

With this, all the main military leaders of the allied forces had been assigned.

Viserys, however, held a unique position within the ranks, even more important than everyone else. He was to control the dragon to burn the army of the dead, even facing the threat of the Night King alone. In name, he was the commander of the entire army, just like Robert.

Soon after the meeting was disbanded, Viserys, accompanied by his guards, mounted his warhorse and left the Twins, returning to the Dothraki camp.

However, he took someone from the Twins with him - the old ancestor of House Targaryen, Maester Aemon.

Maester Aemon was so old that all the people of his generation had long since died. He was a man from 200 years ago in the reign of Aegon.

He had become the only old ship in the new era, holding his vows at the desperate Wall, with no family, no friends, only facing the vast snow beyond the Wall.

Now, after all the hardships, he finally met one of his few relatives in this world, but it was a relative three generations removed, the great-grandson of his brother Aegon.

"You look a lot like Aegon... Your bloodline is very pure, I can feel the power of blood and fire from you..."

With his white, blind eyes, Maester Aemon touched the contours of Viserys' cheek, roughly knowing what his great-nephew looked like.

Aegon V was Aemon's younger brother, with long silver hair, a tall figure, and a very handsome face. It was rumored that he was born with the temperament of a king, which even led his sisters to use love potions to compete for him.

Then, Maester Aemon began to speak, his voice trembling.

"Young Viserys, have you married your wife yet?"

Viserys naturally knew that the 'Aegon' in his great-uncle's mouth was Aegon V, his great-grandfather, not the small Aegon whose identity was yet to be confirmed. He nodded and replied.

"Not yet married, Great-Uncle."

"But there is already a betrothal, the princess of Dorne is my fiancée."

"The Princess of Dorne? Is the betrothal due to the alliance?"

The old man sat quietly in his chair, listening to Viserys speak, then asked.

Viserys paused slightly, then nodded.

"Yes."

Then he saw the white-haired old man in front of him, his mouth devoid of teeth, let out a hoarse but hearty laugh, and then said.

"You're doing the right thing, young Viserys..."

"When you inherit the throne, you must kill the boy inside you..."

"Remember, kill the boy inside you. You need to marry a wife of suitable status, not a wife you love or who loves you."

"However, to maintain the stability of the kingdom, our family's marriage alliance with Dorne is also an old tradition."

The Targaryen family and the Martell family of Dorne were originally sworn enemies, but unexpectedly, they became deeply rooted allies over time.

The reason lies in the frequent marriages between the two families. Almost every few generations of kings, there is a queen from Dorne.

"My grandfather was Daeron II, and my grandmother was Princess Myriah Martell of Dorne. My mother also came from Dorne, she was Diana Dayne of the Dayne family, and she married my father Maekar."

Maester Aemon's voice was trembling, and he even had some difficulty speaking, occasionally needing to stop to catch his breath.

However, the old man still kept talking, as if he had a lot to say, and Viserys patiently listened to the end, learning a lot of wisdom.

Afterwards, Viserys wanted to send Maester Aemon to Pentos by boat, but the old man insisted on staying on the battlefield, holding his Night's Watch vows.

...

The allied forces were actively preparing to face the next attack of the White Walkers.

And to the north of the Neck, the vast land already occupied by the army of the dead was filled with white snow, desolate and silent.

A small figure, with heavy chains on his hands and feet, had a disproportionately large head, a protruding forehead with dark red scabs, an ugly face, one green eye and one black, and a head of golden hair with a messy beard.

He was Tyrion Lannister, who had escaped death in the cellar of Casterly Bay.

The explosion of wildfire had a wide range, but Tyrion, hiding underground, was spared.

The shock wave of the explosion destroyed the walls of the cellar, giving him his freedom again, but the chains on his hands and feet were still unbroken.

Tyrion was buried under the rubble for an unknown amount of time. The Night King was unharmed in the explosion of wildfire, and then continued to move south. The army of the dead followed, allowing Tyrion to escape death once again.

When Tyrion woke up, he crawled out of the rubble with great difficulty, his hands covered in blood, and then began to wander aimlessly in the North, which had become a land of the dead, dragging his heavy chains.

He hoped to encounter anyone he could communicate with, but unfortunately, he didn't. However, Tyrion was also lucky enough not to encounter any stray wights.

During this time, Tyrion survived by gnawing on tree bark, plants, frozen corpses, anything edible, he was willing to struggle to survive.

However, on this day.

Tyrion, who was at the physical and mental limit, accidentally fell into a trap. But when he fell, his first thought was not fear, but ecstasy, pure ecstasy, and then he passed out.

"Judging from the family crest on him, he might be Tyrion Lannister, the second son of Tywin Lannister, the Warden of the West."

Benjen Stark weighed the golden lion badge taken from Tyrion in his hand, then said.

"He's the Imp?"

Sir Elyas Sorn looked at the ugly dwarf on the ground and spat. He thought it was game at first, but it turned out to be the Imp.

"Good thing you reacted quickly, or I would have thought he was a wight and chopped him up."

"Should we take him with us?"

On the other side, 'Raven' Yoren hesitated and asked. Dealing with a great noble was not a simple matter, and if not handled well, it could cause trouble.

"Of course! My brother!"

"Wherever you want to go, please take me with you."

"You know, 'A Lannister always pays his debts', and I am a Lannister."

"My father is the Duke of Casterly Rock. Do you like gold? Beauties, castles?

As long as you save me, you can have anything you want."

At this time, Tyrion, who had quietly woken up on the ground, had been eavesdropping on their conversation for a long time.

Only after confirming that they were not dangerous did he suddenly open his eyes and speak.

A person who had fainted suddenly speaking, and saying a lot at that, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, startled everyone present.

Benjen hesitated for a moment, then said.

"We were also saved by someone, and we were entrusted by someone to find Viserys."

"There's someone who wants to see him."