"Ancient Gods."

The rays of the setting sun shine on the snow-capped mountains and forests.

"Listen to my oath and be my witness."

Samwell looked around and found himself standing among nine weirwood trees.

The nine faces on the tree trunk stare towards the center of the circle, and the dried sap in the eyes is like rubies.

"The long night is coming, I will keep watch from now on until I die..."

Samwell did not move his mouth, but kept making sounds, reciting the oath——

The Oath of the Night's Watch.

"I will not take a wife, I will not hold a land, I will not have children. I will not wear a crown, I will not strive for honor..."

There were six other people reciting the oath with him.

But their faces were shrouded in smoke, and Samwell could only see the bronze armor on their bodies.

"I will fulfill my duties faithfully and live and die here..."

Have I become the earliest owner of the [Time] Armor?

Samwell remembered the story that Sir Robert Royce had told him.

"I am the sword in the darkness, the guard on the wall, the fire that wards off the cold, the light at dawn, the horn that wakes the sleeping, the shield that protects the kingdom. I dedicate my life and honor to the Night's Watch, tonight, tonight.

It’s like this every night.”

After the vows were made, the forest fell into silence.

The seven people stood up one after another and walked out side by side.

Not far away is the world's largest architectural wonder - the Great Wall of Despair.

It is seven hundred feet high, stretches across the northernmost tip of the North, and extends for thousands of miles to the east and west without interruption, as if to declare-

This is the end of the world.

Samwell looked at the blue-and-white cliff across the sky and couldn't help feeling awe.

When he looked up at the Great Wall, the mighty and thick ice seemed to be pressing down on him and burying him.

When he was feeling dizzy, Samwell stumbled and found that he tripped on something hard under his feet.

The seven people stopped and started digging in the snow.

There was a coffin buried in the snow.

The coffin is gray in color and made of weirwood, with two crossed axes and a human face weeping blood carved on it.

Samwell was wondering which family's coat of arms it was and why he had never seen it before, when he realized that "he" had opened the coffin lid.

There was a woman lying quietly inside——

A woman who is like a sculpture of ice and snow.

Pale skin, pale lips, only the winter snow rose wreath on her head is as red as blood.

It's her!

At this moment, she opened her eyes.

In his pale eyes, there was only ice, snow, cold and death.

Samwell seemed to be in a frozen wasteland, with jagged blue and white ice needles everywhere, shooting towards him like flying spears, trying to embrace him.

That smells of death and despair!

But at this moment, a heat wave swept over and enveloped Samwell in an instant.

He seemed to be immersed in hot spring water.

Everything comes alive.

Full of life.

"He's awake!"

"Sam!"

"Lord Caesar!"

…

Familiar voices came to my ears, but I could only see blurry lights and shadows in front of me.

Samwell felt a rush of tiredness and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, everything in my field of vision became clear.

Samwell looked around and found himself in a camp, lying on a simple camp bed.

Attendant Kathu was lying beside the bed, seemingly asleep.

"Katu? Katu?"

Cato woke up in a daze, and when he saw Samwell, he shouted in surprise:

"Sir! Are you feeling better?"

"Well, it should be fine." Samwell supported his body and tried to sit up.

Kathu quickly stepped forward to help and asked, "Sir, are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."

"good."

Kathu ran out and soon brought breakfast.

A bowl of oatmeal, two hard-boiled eggs, a few slices of bacon, cream berries, and a glass of wine.

Samwell was really hungry and ate up all the food.

"Sir, do you want more?"

"No need." Samwell felt that he should not eat too much at once, so he handed the tray to Katu and asked, "Who treated my injury?"

"A red-robed witch from Asshai named Melisandre."

Sure enough it was her.

During the fire in the temple of Tianji City, Samwell had actually seen the vision of the red-robed witch.

It seems that her previous efforts to rely on the prophecy were not in vain. Melisandre did not choose Stannis Baratheon like in the original book this time, but found herself.

Moreover, R'hllor, the Lord of Light, seemed to have noticed him.

Samwell recovered his thoughts and asked again: "Did all six of you escape safely?"

Katu's eyes suddenly darkened:

"Only four of us came back alive..."

Samwell's heart suddenly lifted: "Which two of them failed to..."

"Sir Feyre Royce failed to break out of the encirclement, and your brother Sir Dickon... He, he was hit by an arrow in the back..."

Samwell's cheek twitched and he didn't speak for a while.

There was an uncomfortable silence in the camp.

Finally, Kathu broke the silence and said:

"Sir, do you know why we clearly saw Tianji City being attacked, but after entering the city, the Dornish people reoccupied the city?"

"Why?"

"It's all because of King Joffrey!" Cato growled through gritted teeth, "He actually believed the Red Viper's promise of surrender, and ordered the withdrawal of the troops when it was clear that the city gate had been breached, allowing the Dornish people to come out and surrender on their own."

Samwell was stunned when he heard this, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Of course he knew that Joffrey was a fool and a lunatic, but he didn't expect that he could be so stupid.

"Is no one stopping the king? Where is Ed Stark? He is the commander of this army."

"Lord Ed personally led the army to attack the city that day and was injured. He was dealing with the injury at the rear, and others did not have time to stop the king." Katu's face twisted, "Because of his one order, so many people died! So!

Many people!”

Samwell lowered his head expressionlessly, his tone as cold as ice:

"No one from the nobles protested?"

Katu nodded:

"Of course, almost all the nobles expressed their dissatisfaction with the king. Count Matus Rowan was so angry that he almost picked up his sword and wanted to chop off the king's head. As for the northern nobles, not to mention, they have made it clear that they will not

Will obey the orders of the Iron Throne again. Lord Eddard has even resigned from the position of Hand of the King, but fortunately, Ser Barristan Selmy guaranteed his reputation and would not let the king's orders be passed on, so this man was not allowed to

The army fell apart."

Catu curled his lips and his tone turned disdainful, "It's just that Mr. Inflatable Fish is still flattering the king. I heard that he even wants to marry Miss Margaery to the king."
To be continued...