Chapter 9 The Philean Clan in the Forest

Author: Snow Sword

Chapter 9 The Philean Clan in the Forest

Scargos Island is large in size, with one quarter of the size of the Stark family's own territory.

Judging from the size of the entire northern territory is one-third of the seven kingdoms, Skaggs Island is at least equivalent to thirty kingdoms.

The islands are filled with thousands of years of old forests, wild boars, wild deer, seals, sea lions, walruses, all kinds of blueberries, raspberries, berries, and birds that have accumulated thousands of years of feces and fertilizers...

With a little cultivation, it can be used for farming.

There is no shortage of fertilizer!

"It's a bit like the Great Northern Wilderness, and it's more fertile than the Great Northern Wilderness."

Jon stared at the island across the strait and thought that it didn't take much effort to get from Seal Bay. It took about an hour to get there. It was such a good place...

In history, Brandon Stark IX defeated Skaggs Island and forbidden the Skaggs from going to sea to set foot on the northern border. The three clans on the island no longer set foot on the northern border, but turned to activities outside the Great Wall... Even so, they still reproduced and lived. According to the situation Jon observed using the bird's vision, there were about 5,000 people.

Most of them maintain a primitive state of living, eating raw meat and drinking blood.

In addition to using fire, we also plant oats and rye as we go, the others are not much different from those of the savages...

Because it is so convenient to get food on that island.

The people in Westeros are really... they only have fertile land but cannot manage it. In Jon's opinion, the people here are drunk, lazy, cruel, warlike and have good face, but they just lack two points in diligence and wisdom.

If it were in Jon's original world, this kind of fertile land would definitely turn into a fairyland on earth, outside the border, Jiangnan.

Say goodbye to Carterpike, ask him to help him stare at the settlement and ride his own white wolf, Jon walks towards the forest of the newly donated land, close to the Amber and Kastark’s houses, not far from the Last Fireplace City.

In this vast forest, there are tens of thousands of mountain clans living, fishing and hunting for a living, and they have very little farming. Although on the Great Wall, they are actually similar to the savages. Many of the free people from the new land also fled to live here.

"Friends under the light, I need your help..."

Jon rode on the white wolf, he closed his eyes and relaxed his body and mind. Soon, his vision began to speed up in the wilderness, and his thoughts leaned over a goshawk and began to fly in the wilderness.

Not long after, in the sight of the goshawk, a group of mountain clans in the forest were found. They had a wide wooden fence camp. The number of people was roughly 2,000...

"Filinte clan!?"

To be precise, it is the Filint clan in the forest...

Although this clan is a mountain tribe, it has a long history. They are descendants of the kings of the first ancestors after the construction of the Great Wall. After the defeat of King Firent of the Republic of China by the Stark family, they were expelled and exiled, split into several branches, scattered among the mountains and forests.

The northern border treats them well. The Stark family once married them. Among them, there was a commander-in-chief of the Night Watch. However, this commander-in-chief of the Firint is considered the worst commander-in-chief in the history of the Night Watch because he wanted to become the king outside the Great Wall...

According to legend, his efforts to do this almost destroyed the Night Watch...

Is this really the case?

Jon pursed his lips gently. The people in the north were like running wolves, with a rebellious nature, let alone such clans that once served as kings of the Republic of China?

The worst commander-in-chief is probably the commander-in-chief with the greatest ambition.

In the sight of the goshawk, there are more than 2,000 people in this settlement, including men and women, and young and middle-aged people account for most of them. Because the northern region is cold, the population here has always been unprosperous. Moreover, in the era when the northern region is not so cold, it is not suitable for a large number of people to live in... Of course, the main reason is that these northerners do not understand that the land here is actually very fertile, and they do not know how to fertilize. The "wolf pack" opposite the narrow sea was built by nobles who were forced to pass through the northern region after the surplus population in the north that year, in order to prevent people from starving to death...

After confirming the direction, Jon retracted his eyes, patted the white wolf's neck, and ran towards the place where the Philistine clans gathered in the forest.

Unknown wild flowers can be seen everywhere in the northern border during midsummer.

Honey is flying among wild flowers. These mountain clans will collect wild honey to make honey wine. This wine is sweeter than wine, more delicious than ale wine, and is very popular to drink.

The low bushes were filled with blueberries and raspberries, various berries, mountain clan women in animal skins or rags, and the children were picking berries from the bushes. Seeing Jon, these people were all alert and some began to shout.

They spoke ancient languages, not the common language in Westeros...

Jon looked now, a man riding a wolf, wearing leather armor, with a long sword and a wand around his waist. No matter how he looked, he looked like a raider.

Yes, the Raider.

There are many raiders in the wilderness, several of which have the ability of druids like Jon, and a savage leader named the Six-shaped one. He has two direwolfs, a bear, and three birds. He likes to plunder other tribes.

There is also a savage leader named Da Dad, who likes to plunder other people's wives and daughters as wives...

Jon raised the "wire" of the same size as a cane in his hand, and silently said in his heart: "Give me light!"

The magic wand inlaid with dragon crystals instantly emitted a faint light, which was also very conspicuous in the daytime. The soft light supported Jon, making him riding on the white wolf like a god...

Yes, the magic power of this world is too low.

Only by using the roots of the ancestor's heart tree as a magic wand and inlaid with dragon crystals can you use some relatively simple magic. Moreover, the magic power of the dragon crystal is limited, so you have to exchange it for it. Fortunately, obsidian is a lot on Dragon Stone Island and is also produced elsewhere.

"I carry the messenger of light, and I hold the dawn of the long night."

"I come from the light and be with the people."

"I offer gifts and salt, and seek help from my friends..."

Humming the ballad of common language, Jon slowly approached the camp of the Filint clan like a bard. At this time, the quick-reacting Filint warriors had gathered together. Some of them were wearing shabby bronze armor, some of them were leather armor, holding iron swords or bronze swords, holding oak shields, and surrounding Jon.

"You're a wizard!"

One of the strong Phillin warriors shouted.

The Shanlin clan knew the existence of wizards and magic, and they also believed in wizards and magic. There were even many tribes outside the Great Wall, including witches and male witches. Wizards were usually doctors and were highly respected among the tribes.

Among the people of the territory, this is usually the job of a bachelor.

"I am not a wizard, I am the Holy One of Light, bringing you light."

Jon smiled faintly, the magic wand in his hand emitted a more hot light, and he was like an angel, and the white wolf also raised his head and let out a wolf howl.

The surrounding Philinite clans widened their eyes, but put down all the swords in their hands.

"Where is your count?"

In Winterfell, the Stark family called the leader of the Firint clan Earl. Jon didn't know whether this forest Filint clan was the main branch or branch, but because they were wearing bronze armor and even bronze swords, he was willing to lower his posture.

"Young man, you are from the Stark family!?"

Jon's modesty was indeed responded.

A tall old man with a strong figure and a fur coat walked out slowly with a cane. Two women from the Philinite clan were supported by him. The fur coat was as good as possible to wear only the nobles in the territory. The two jewel buttons, the belt that only the nobles could use on their waists, and the sword hanging around his waist showed the difference between this former tribe leader, the descendant of the ancestors, and other Shanlin clans.

"Yes, Earl of Philene."

"But that was once, I had been granted the title of the Kaitao Knight, and now my family is called Wright, which means light!"

"The long night is coming, and the light... lasts forever!"

Jon responded with a grin.

Jon's words reminded Earl of Firint of the "Long Night" catastrophe that lasted for nearly a thousand years in the legend of the North. In that catastrophe, the long night was unknown, and the eternal darkness enveloped the earth for nearly a thousand years, until the birth of the King of Light...

And now, winter is coming...

For the Shanlin clan and the savages, the long night of Yongdong is not a legend, not to mention that the Firint clan is the blood descendant of the first ancestor of the king. Every generation of them knows the rumors... The rumors about the White Walker are true.

"Young man, please come in."

Earl of Firint waved his hand, and in fact he was called the leader within, not the Count.

But the word Count is very useful.

A woman served bread and salt, which proved that the guests would be protected by the owner. Jon dipped the bread with salt, held his cane and entered the first mountain tribe he visited since becoming the pioneer knight.

(End of this chapter)
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